Quinn didn't mind at all that Puck had yelled at her and then stormed out. She was in love with Will now. She had never been in love with Puck. He had just used her for sex in a drunken one night stand. He never loved Quinn. He lusted for her.
Quinn stared down at her beautiful baby girl. Her hazel eyes were innocently wide. Her skin was pale, just like her mother, and she had a tuft of blond hair on her head.
"Alright, Miss Fabray. It's time to make a decision. Do you want to give your girl up for adoption, or do you want to keep her?" A nurse asked Quinn. Quinn looked at the woman, and then wrinkled her nose. The woman had frizzy brown hair, and was wearing a pair of green scrubs.
Quinn's hazel eyes stared down into her daughter's ones. Her daughter was looking upset, as if she could tell that her mother was about to abandon her.
How can I abandon her? Quinn thought. I had sex with her father and created this little bundle in my arms. How can I make her and bring her into this world, and then just leave her? Just abandon her, leave her to fend for herself? Quinn thought that doing that would be like what her parents did to her. Throw her out, all alone, into the cold adult world, when she needed them the most. And Quinn wouldn't be doing it alone. She'd be doing it with Will.
She looked over at him. He was wearing a blue sweater and pair of jeans. His curly hair was jelled back. He was staring at her, waiting, just like everyone else in the room, to make her decision.
"I'm going to keep her," Quinn told the nurse.
She nodded, and then bustled out of the room. "I knew you'd do it, Quinn!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and hugging Quinn. They began to draw together, as if being controlled by magnets. Will pressed his lips against Quinn. Even though she was in an ugly hospital gown and drained, both physically and emotionally, she couldn't help by press her lips even harder against his. She loved him so much. She wanted him to be the father of her baby and be her husband.
When they separated for air, Quinn broke the ice. "Will, please sign the birth certificate as my baby's father. Please."
Will stared long and hard at Quinn, and then said softly as he, once again, drew close to Quinn, "It's just like being fifteen again, and in love with Terri…"
"But it won't turn out that way, right?" Quinn murmured as her and Will kissed once more.
"No way," he replied.
"Hi, I have the birth - Oh, I see that you too are a little bit busy," an unfamiliar nurse said, giggling with embarrassment.
Will instantly got off the bed and went back over to the hard plastic chair he had been sitting in before.
"I've got the birth certificate," the nurse repeated. "Here."
She handed it to Quinn. The new mother signed the mother signature, and Will signed the father part. "What do you think we should name her?" Quinn asked.
"How about Summer?" Will suggested.
"I love that name!" Quinn exclaimed in a bright, chipper voice.
So she named her daughter Summer.
Her hospital room was small, and she felt very claustrophobic with all the doctors, nurses and visitors swirling about the room and Quinn was happy when it was time to go home.
She may be a mother at eighteen, but she had one adorable boyfriend. And nothing was better then that.
Quinn was happy to get home to the cozy apartment. She settled Summer into her crib, and then sat down on the couch to watch TV. She turned the set on, and then began to watch this story about this one girl who didn't know she was pregnant until she went into labor.
"Imagine that happening," Will said as he handed Quinn a root beer.
"I know, talk about it," Quinn replied, taking the root beer and drinking in a large gulp.
"I know," Will said. He took a velvet box out of his pocket.
"What's that?" Quinn asked, putting a hand on her heart. She thought she already knew.
"Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?" he asked, opening the box to reveal a princess cut diamond ring.