Fending For Herself 14
Will's heart fluttered nervously as Quinn and her pervy Cheerios' uniform got ever closer to him. She had Summer in her arms, and seemed so confidently relaxed. Her wavy hair flew in slow motion as if she was in a shampoo commercial.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked.
"Nervous!" Quinn barked. "I mean, the wedding is two weeks away, and everything is going wrong. The order of vanilla frosting didn't come in on time, so our cake has to be full chocolate instead of half and half. My dress hasn't come in yet! One of my bridesmaids broke her leg and can't be in the wedding, and I don't know what the hell my hair is doing!" "Quinn, calm down!" Will told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You need to relax. Take deep breaths!"
Quinn did as she was told, letting her stomach fill with air and then slowly go out.
"Everything's going to be alright," he told her.
"But…" Quinn began, but she was interrupted by Will. He put a finger to her mouth, and then silenced her with a kiss. It was sort of awkard, however, because Quinn had Summer in her arms, so the two couldn't really touch that much without hurting Summer.
Emma stared long and hard at the two.
"So why did you call me here, Emma?" Will asked.
"Well," Emma said, polishing a grape as they spoke. "I wanted to talk to you about your affair with Quinn Fabray."
"Yeah?" Will asked, rubbing his shoulders. He was cold, and he desperately longed for the warmness of making out with Quinn in his cozy apartment.
"Well, I just…"
"What are you trying to say, Emma?"
"I just… Don't approve."
"Really?" Will asked, raising his eyebrows at the guidance counselor.
"Yes. She's young, Will; just barely legal. And she's been through so much this past year, I don't want her to get hurt…"
"You think I would hurt that girl?" Will asked, his face red. He was angry now.
"Will, she went from being the virginal captain of the Cheerios to being the homeless pregnant teen to being the engaged teen mother. I just don't think getting married would be good for her at this point."
"Don't you think Quinn should make that decision?" Will asked the redhead.
"Well, she's young, and she makes rash decisions. I just don't want her to have that life, at least not yet. If she gets married to you, she's stuck here in Lima for the rest of her life. However, if she doesn't, she gets a full scholarship to Harvard; full ride."
"Emma, I can't talk to you anymore," Will told her, standing up and leaving.
"Oh, you're a sweetie!" Quinn giggled to Summer.
"Gao gao! "the girl said, before cracking up into a fit of giggles.
Quinn set the small girl in her lap, grabbing the baby comb and running it through her daughter's hair. It had been a couple months since Quinn gave birth to her daughter, but she couldn't imagine what life would be like without her.
"Are you excited for Mommy to get married?"Quinn asked, looking through the mirror into her daughter's big blue eyes. "I am too," Quinn told her. "I love Will, and he loves me back." Just as Quinn finished brushing her hair, she felt something in the back of her throat. She jumped off the bed and made it to the toilet just in time. Will had just came into the apartment, and when he heard the sound of Quinn retching, he ran to the bathroom.
"Oh no, Quinn!" he said, grabbing Summer from his fiance and putting her in her crib. Just as she began to puke again, he grabbed her blonde hair and held it so it didn't get any vomit in it.
"I don't feel so well," Quinn moaned. Will leaned down, picking her up, and carried her into their bedroom, gently settling her under the covers on her bed.
"Well, you don't feel hot," Will told her, putting a hand to her forehead. "I'll go get you some apple juice," he told her, leaving and heading to the kitchen.
Quinn, however, was thinking of two weeks ago, when Will and her had sex for the first time. They had used a condom, but it broke right in the middle of the session.
"Hey, Quinn," Will said, coming up to the blond, who was putting Summer to bed.
"Hey," Quinn practically purred, spinning around. Will's heart jumped to his throat as he saw what Quinn was wearing. A really short pair of shorts and a very low cut tank top. He hadn't noticed, because over that she had on a robe.
"Bye," Quinn told Summer, giving her a kiss on the forehead, and she grabbed Will, pulling him to the bedroom, giggling as he undressed her…
"Here," Will said, coming back into the room. He had the puke bucket, some towels, and some apple juice. He gave it to Quinn, and she took a tiny sip.
Will sat at the edge of the bed. "Can we talk, Quinn?" he asked.
"Of course," Quinn told him, and he filled her in on the details of his conversation with Emma, but she didn't really pay attention, only showing any acknowledgment of understanding when he was done, as she nodded.
"Will?" Quinn asked.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Um… You know two weeks ago, when we had sex?"
Will nodded.
"Well, I think I might be… pregnant again."