Fending For Herself 9
"What do you want from me, Terri?" Quinn asked, the fear evident in her voice. Thr bathrooms were secluded from the rest of the restaurant, and Terri and Quinn were the only ones who were currently in the bathroom. If Terri attacked her, no one would hear her screaming…
"My husband!" Terri growled, glaring at Quinn.
"Why? He's over you, he likes me now! It's not my fault you decided to lie to him and tell him you were pregnant and carrying his baby when you really weren't!
"I don't think your exactly Little Miss Goody Two Shoes yourself," Terri sneered at Quinn. "I heard that you got pregnant with your boyfriend's best friend, and lied to him about the father for several months, before he found out on his own." Quinn glared at Terri. "At least I didn't fake a pregnancy completely!" she hissed. "Do you know how much you hurt Will by doing that?"
"Well, your half the reason to blame. You were my partner in crime."
"Only because I thought if I wanted anyone to get my baby, it would have to be Will," Quinn told Terri. "I thought he would be a good father to my baby. I never meant to hurt him."
"I want the baby," Terri told Quinn.
"WHAT?"
"Give me the baby once she's born. That way, I'll come to Will and tell him that I actually did get pregnant with his baby, and that he should come back to me, for the babys' sake."
"No way!" Quinn said, pushing past Terri and going to the bathroom. When she flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall, she was still there.
Quinn ignored her, walking to the sink, and washed her hands. Then, she opened the door and walked back to Will.
"What's the matter?" Will asked Quinn. "You look all white and flushed."
"Nothing," Quinn lied.
When they got back home, Quinn flopped on the couch, flipping through the channels with the remote, searching for something good on TV to watch. She found nothing.
She lightly threw the remote back on the coffee table, and then fell to sleep. She could feel Will covering her with a quilt, and then she closed her eyes, thinking of babies and sheep.
"Quinn, are you excited for your party tomorrow for your 18th birthday?"
Quinn looked up from the new issue of Teen Vogue, which she was flipping through. "Yeah!" she said. "I'm so excited, Will. We're having pizza and pop, right?"
"Yup. As a matter of fact, I'm going now. I have some party related business to attend to. Quinn, while I'm gone, can you order in the pizza and pop from the pizza parlor?"
Quinn nodded. "Yeah. Can we get pepperoni, please? That's my favorite!"
"Yeah. Get pepperioni, cheese, and sausage. For pop, get Pepsi, Sprite, and iced tea. Quinn, what kind of cake do you want for your birthday?"
"Chocolate, ice cream cake."
"Alright, bye, Quinn!" Quinn waved goodbye to Will, and when he was out the door, she leaned over and picked up the home phone. She dialed the pizza parlor and placed her order, to be delivered at home at three 'o clock. She was excited. In one day, she could legally be with Will!
The next day, at five in the evening, the party was in full swing. All the Glee kids had come, along with Will's parents, James and Mary. They were nice, but they were shy around all the teens, and they just stayed in the corner.
Will had bought Quinn a DKNY black ruffle mini dress with a sash in the back that tied to wear to the party. Quinn had a matching black headband in her hair.
"Hey, Quinn," Santana said, grabbing Quinn's thin wrist. "Look, Brittany's doing a striptease for money!"
Soon, they opened presents. Quinn got a lot of nice stuff. She put her stuff away in her room, and then they did cake.
Quinn had to blow out the candles and make a wish in her head. Her wish was no doubt. She wished that she gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl and that she married Will.
Oddly, at the time she blew the candles out, it was the exact minute that she had been born.
And that had to count for something. Right?