Fending For Herself 6
"You ready?" Quinn was standing, in Mr. Schue's classroom, beside his desk. She was dressed in a white dress decorated with blue flowers, and had a pink cardigan over it to keep the bite of winter out.
"Hold on, Quinn, I just have to grade one more test, and then I'll be ready."
Quinn waited in silence as she watched his red pen fly across a page, and then he finished it and put it on top of the tidy pile on his desk. He got up stretched, gathered his things, and then the two began to walk towards the door.
When they got there, Quinn waved goodbye to Mr. Schue, telling him she'd see him at Jewel, and then ran to her car.
She started the engine and began driving, Mr. Schue following her. When they got there, they parked, and then they got out of their cars and began to walk to the building, getting grocery carts as they went.
They headed into the building and things went smooth for the first hour and a half, or so. Quinn helped Mr. Schue to figure out which brand of something which was better, considering the fat in it, the calories, and the price.
Then, when they were searching for bread, Quinn looked at the shelf, into the other aisle…
And saw another pair of blue eyes looking at her. The same woman that gave her those blue eyes.
"Quinnie?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Well, I have to tell you something." Her mother left her aisle, and shortly arrived.
"I kicked your father out yesterday. We're going a divorce, he was having an affair with some tattooed freak. Anyways, why don't you come home? We can transform the guestroom into a nice little nursery. Wouldn't you like that?"
Quinn stared at her mother. "Mom, I can't." "Why not, sweetie?" she asked.
"Look, you weren't there for me when I needed you the most. You were too afraid of making Dad to even stick up for your own, 17 year old, pregnant daughter. And now, I'm settled. I have a job at a pizza place, I've got my own apartment, and I've decided to keep my daughter and raise her… alone."
Judy stared at her daughter. "Quinnie, please come home," she begged.
"I already told you, I'm not coming home." the pregnant blond insisted.
"If you don't come home right this instant, Quinn Marie Fabray, I'll call you in as a runaway."
"Hey," Mr. Schue said, stepping between Judy and his student. "You can't do that, Ms. Fabray. With all due respect, you can't kick a child out of your house, and then make them come back."
Judy stared at him, venom in her gaze. "You stay out of this! Who invited you into this conversation, you retard?"
Quinn gasped, but Mr. Schue didn't flinch. He just said, "Well, I'm Quinn's next door neighbor. If any police come to her apartment, I'll tell the police that she didn't run away, but that you kicked her out."
Judy gave him a glare, and then walked off.
"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Quinn said breathlessly. "If you hadn't been here, she probably would've tried to drag me to her car by my hair."
"Well, I'm not going to let anyone harm you, Quinn," she said, pushing a blond strand of hair behind her ear.
Quinn turned red, staring at Mr. Schue. She had never noticed how cute he was.
And just when she was thinking that, Mr. Schue was thinking, "Wow, I've never noticed how hot Quinn Fabray is before. WAIT! WILL, SHE'S 17 YEARS OLD. SHE'S FREAKING PREGNANT, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! CONTROL YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER, UNLESS YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL FOR DATING A MINOR. EITHER FORGET ABOUT QUINN, OR WAIT UNTIL SHE TURNS 18. SHE TURNS 18 IN A MONTH, YOU'LL BE ABLE TO WAIT THAT LONG FOR HER."
But that didn't stop him from standing close to her in line. Or to carry her bags for her, because everyone knows that pregnant women shouldn't carry heavy things.