Fending For Herself 8
Quinn walked into Mr. Schue's office, smiling. Her silky blond hair was back in it's rightful high ponytail, and she was back in her red and white Cheerios uniform.
Mr. Schue's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw Quinn.
"I did this for you," Quinn said, practically purring.
"What are you doing here, Quinn?" he asked.
"Coming to play with you," Quinn responded, pouting.
"Uh… okay, take a seat, Quinn." Quinn opted to sit on the edge of the desk instead of in a chair. Mr. Schue could see her underwear from where she sat, a temptation he didn't want to have.
"Quinn, why are you sitting on my desk?" he asked, in a weary voice.
"So we can play," she said, starting to mess with his tie. "Quinn, no, I'm sorry, but your too young. Maybe when your older."
"Promise?" Quinn asked, pouting again.
"Promise," Mr. Schue sighed. "Uh, Quinn, I'm having a meeting with a parent in five minutes, do you think you can… go?"
"Fine," Quinn sighed, getting off the desk and walking to the door.
"Bye, Mr. Schue," she said, blowing him a kiss and running out the door.
It felt so good to be in love. Well, for Quinn.
Mr. Schue's life was starting to turn into a nightmare.
Mr. Schue was at home. He was grading some homework and sipping a glass of iced tea, when he heard the sound of someone at the door.
"Who is it?" he called, setting his glass down.
"It's me…" an all too familiar voice said, in her all too calming way.
Suddenly, the door popped open, and in walked Quinn Fabray, still in her Cheerios uniform.
"Quinn, how'd you get a key into my house?" he asked.
"Oh, I borrowed it from Suzy Pepper," she said in a chipper tone. "You know, until you can make me a copy."
Mr. Schue nodded. "Come in, Quinn," he said hesitatingly. Quinn didn't hesitate, however. She stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Mr. Schue didn't have an escape now.
She plopped herself down on the couch, smiling way too much. She leaned over, and locked her lips with his.
"Quinn, what are you doing?" he asked, as the blond struggled to take off his belt.
"We need to…"
"Have sex? No way, Quinn! You're a minor, I'm an adult! If anyone found out, I could go to jail."
"How could anyone find out?" "Well, suppose you told Santana that you slept with me. Santana would probably tell Brittany, who'd probably tell some other Cheerios. And then maybe a few Cheerios would be walking down the hall and talking about it, and then perhaps Miss Pilsbury or Principal Figgins were behind them and heard the whole thing. And you know about gossip. You may tell someone something, and then they might tell a few people, and those people would tell other people, and by the time the whole school knows about it, the story is completely changed.
"Are you saying you don't like me?"
"No, Quinn. I love you. Very much. That's why we can't be together."
"Please, you think I didn't do my research? I checked the Guide To Violating Minors, for the state of Ohio, and it said that, in the state of Ohio, an underage girl and a man could be together if they have a child. I'm turning 18 in two weeks, and besides, I'm pregnant. We can totally be together!"
Mr. Schue thought this over.
"Well, from now on, call me Will," he instructed her.
"Okay," Quinn said, nodding.
"Quinn, will you move in with me?" he asked.
"Yes!" Quinn said, nodding.
Will and Quinn talked everything over. Two days later, after school, Quinn gathered her stuff and moved into the tiny second bedroom in Will's apartment. Will didn't want his future bride working, especially when she was pregnant, so she quit her job.
"It's not much," Will said to her, standing in Quinn's new room.
"It's beautiful," she breathed. And it was. The curtains were simply beautiful. They were made of lace. There was a bed, dresser, closet. Quinn loved it, and the next day, Will took Quinn to get the rest of baby stuff at Sheets 'N Things that she didn't have yet.
They were comparing clothes that they wanted when Quinn looked up. Standing across the aisle, staring at them with an angry expression on her face was Terri.
Will saw her too, and decided that there was a perfect time to spark jealousy. He leaned over, and planted one on Quinn's lips.
Terri gripped what seemed to be a striped sheet, glaring at Quinn. They were done picking things out to buy, anyways, so Will gripped Quinn's arm and they ran to a register, still laughing. After Will had paid for the stuff, they got in the car and drove to eat at Olive Garden.
When Quinn excused herself to go to the bathroom, she saw a woman in there too.
"What do you want from me, Terri?" she asked, in a high, cold voice.