When we got home we put our bags next to each other near the door and pulled out the evenings work. We sat down opposite each other and worked in silence for a while. Once I'd finished my homework I stood up and made my way through to the kitchen. "Any idea what you want for dinner?" I shouted at Will, looking through the cupboards for ingredients. He got up from the table and wandered through to join me. "I was thinking of pasta." He said, looking at me curiously. "Is that ok with you?" "Yeah, that's fine. Is spaghetti bolognese ok?" He nodded, a hint of curiosity still lingering in his features.
We were silent as we chopped ingredients, then, finally, Will spoke up. "I'm curious, Quinn. You don't have to answer this, but why were you going to give your baby to me and Terri?" His question shocked me; so much so that for a while I was lost for words. When I was finally able to find the right words I spoke. "I wasn't sure at first. You were just an option, I guess. Then I had no more offers so you became my only option. But that's not why, not really. The moment I truly decided that you were the right people to look after my baby is when I really thought about it...about you. You're so kind to all of us at Glee, you're almost like a father to some of us. You're so passionate about everything and I think you'd be the perfect father."
I'd said all of this while looking down at the tomatoes I was chopping. When I looked up at Will I saw that he'd stopped what he was doing and he had tears in his eyes. "Damn onions." He muttered, but I knew he was touched by what I'd said about him. I handed him a tissue and told him to finish the tomatoes and I'd do the onions; playing along with his cover story. We spent the rest of the evening, until we finished clearing up dinner anyway, firing questions at each other; questions about habits, likes, dislikes. You name it, we asked it. I found out that Will's favourite colour is a marine blue/sea green sort of colour, his favourite musical is les miserables, his favourite film is Nightmare before Christmas, which shocked me a little, and his favourite band is aerosmith.
After dinner we sat down to watch a movie again; I insisted on watching Nightmare before Christmas after finding out it was his favourite. We settled down on the sofa, a little closer than the night before, and hit play on the DVD remote. After a while, though, I felt my eyelids sagging and my head dropping towards Will's shoulder. The next thing I knew, Will was whispering in my ear; telling me that I should go to bed now and if I have any problems I should call him. With that he put my head gently on the pillows he'd arranged on the sofa, covered me with the blankets and flicked the light switch. I whispered a quick goood night and closed my eyes. The tears still came, but I found that they weren't as fast as before and there weren't so many of them. I knew this was a good sign.
Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter's so much shorter than the others, I just didn't want to try and make it too long and ruin it. I probably could have put this and chapter 4 together but I thought it would be better as 2 chapters. Please keep reviewing! xxx