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Chapter 9
I looked at Quinn as the hostess at Breadstix lead us to our table. Quinn looked really broken and vulnerable right now. When you thought about it, Quinn and I had a lot in common. Both of us were waiting for the person we needed to realise they needed us too. Sure Finn was a complete different story, but that's what it was. He needed Quinn for his baby and Quinn needed him for support. I needed Rachel because she was my soul mate and I guess now it seemed like she would never realise she needed him to. Because she had told me she didn't want me in her life. And I would have to get over her, if that was even possible.
Quinn and I sat down at our table and I put my hand on the table and she slid her small hand into mine.
"Thank you, Sam." She said in a whisper.
"Hey, don't thank me. I told you I wasn't leaving you and that I would be your friend. And I wont break that promise." I reminded her.
"Thank you anyways. You are the most amazing guy I've ever met. Rachel was foolish to not take you while she could."
"I guess she thought I wasn't good enough for her or maybe she is blinded by Finn's popularity. I can't even understand—" I was cut off by Quinn shushing me and rubbing my hand.
"No, it's alright. Did you ever think she doesn't deserve such a nice guy like you? Because honestly you are the most amazing guy I've ever met. Don't cry over someone who hasn't realised that." She said and it wasn't until then that I noticed my tears. "I've realised that, Sam. About myself. But the difference is you have a choice. I need Finn, as much as I don't want to be with him, I must."
"I'm sorry, Quinn. I'm sorry you're going through all this."
"Me too." She said quietly. "Hey, would you mind coming to one of my appointments with me? Once I have one, I mean. Its just I don't want to go alone."
"Of course I will. I'd be honoured."
"Thank you so much." She said with her hazel eyes sparkling from her tears.
"Are you going to be able to see who the father is?" I asked her.
"I can't find out until after the baby is born. I'm not sure I want to know."
"Are you afraid it's Puckermans?"
"I don't know. I seriously can't think of whose baby it is. It's like, I don't know how to explain it."
"Like it doesn't matter, because it's yours and that's all you need to know?" I guessed. Quinn jerked her head up and nodded at me.
"Yes, exactly."
"So what's up with Finn?" I asked her.
"I really don't know. Now that he's back with Rachel he probably is going to give her a lot of attention for the first week then go back to his own ways again. Maybe when they've been going out longer." She said with a sigh. Which was understandable, she must be exhausted from stress over what the future held. In that moment I caught a glimpse of my mother in her eyes. The tiredness and depression of her face. The wariness of her figure becoming run down from days straight of working non stop. It made my heart break. That's probably why I was so committed to helping Quinn through this. Because in her I saw the woman who single handedly made a home in the mess surrounding her heart. The suffering inside her and the heartache that consumed her fragile body broke my heart every time I watched her scrubbing at dishes in front of the sink, cleaning the floor on her hands and knees and when she would be leaned over the toilet cleaning.
"Everything will turn out the way it's supposed to." Hopefully, I thought to myself silently. Because there was definitely doubt clouding my thoughts. Doubt of Finn not breaking Rachel's heart, doubt of him being the father that the baby inside Quinn deserved, doubt of Rachel realising I was made for her and doubt of the pain that was haunting my mother and Quinn ever ending.