Author's Note:

At this point I would just like to make it known that I have fallen out of love with Glee and have only actually seen the show up to 2x06 (Never Been Kissed) so I haven't watched the show in a while. Please keep this in mind if it seems like I forget things about the characters or invent things which I thought were there. I hope this is still an engaging Quill story that makes you want to keep reading and reviewing but it's probably quite poor fanfiction on that level. Just a brief pointer that this is where the smut comes in so I hope it was worth the wait!

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A month later and the week before Regionals…

Off with that girdle, like heaven's Zone glistering,

But a far fairer world encompassing.

Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,

That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime,

Tells me from you, that now it is bed time.

Off with that happy busk, which I envy,

That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.

Your gown going off, such beauteous state reveals,

As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.

Off with that wiry Coronet and shew

The hairy Diadem which on you doth grow:

Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread

In this love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.

~ To His Mistress Going to Bed (J. Donne)

"Please, Mr. Schue, please!" Mercedes and Tina chorused for the umpteenth time that week.

Will pinched his forehead, frustrated at the repetitive nagging that the girls (and Kurt) of New Directions had taken to with a vengeance. They had persisted in asking him – even begging him, in some cases – to let and have Quinn perform at Regionals. It wasn't that he didn't want his housemate to have a good time with her friends and perform again but he had the overwhelming feeling that she would feel under too much pressure on stage and going outside (something she hadn't attempted since attending glee practice a month ago). She was also perilously near her due date and Regionals was only a week away so she wouldn't be prepared or have much rehearsal. All in all, Will considered the desire to have her contribute in a practical way a pipe dream at best and a great concept but not at all a pragmatic one.

"Guys, for the last time," Will groaned, "Quinn is not ready or stable enough to take part in Regionals. She is coming and is very much looking forward to seeing all of you sing but she is not ready to perform in front of hundreds of people. You don't know this – and you're not to tell her I told you this – but just singing in front of you guys, whom she does now consider to be her friends, scared the living daylights out of her! So, I will implore you again not to harangue me about it and just concentrate on what you all are supposed to be doing to help New Directions win Regionals…for Quinn!"

None of the students who received the brunt of that outburst were sure they had ever seen Will Schuester more het up or obstinate about something, which was a sure sign the topic ought to be dropped. However, Puck was never one to abide by what ought to be done.

"Mr. Schue, I appreciate all you've done and are doing for Quinn and the baby but I think I know that Quinn would want to be there at Regionals with us, her friends, on stage. She'll regret it if she doesn't take part and get back to living."

Puck's comments nearly caused the usually temperate and tolerant glee coach to hit the ceiling. Quinn had regaled him with the tale of just how Puck became her baby's father in as little detail as she could. It had led him to believe that Puck knew – or truly cared – very little about Quinn. He thought he did because he was the alpha male that Will detested for their predatory natures and how they bragged over things they didn't actually have, such as knowledge of what mothers of their children would want.

Will chuckled with no humour, "Puck, you have had very little to do with Quinn since you got her pregnant. Please, for all our sakes but especially hers, do not presume that you know what she wants or needs. She was raped. Do any of you understand what that means? In this room no less! She is not to be forced to do anything she doesn't feel comfortable with and as long as I am her legal guardian and she lives under my roof, she will feel safe in the world again!"

No one had anything to say in response to that, not even Puck, who just nodded brusquely at Mr. Schue and conceded defeat. It was in the silence that ensued that the most terrifying noise Will had ever heard cut through the tense atmosphere and could have made his ears bleed.

When he pulled the offending pager that he bought only a fortnight ago from his trouser pocket, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated at the numbers blinking on the device's minute screen.

"Holy fuck!" The teacher exclaimed before dashing out of the room leaving a very perplexed and appalled crowd of students in his wake none of whom had ever heard their very vanilla glee coach curse before.

He wasn't sure he registered anything on any level whatsoever as he zoomed down the halls of McKinley High and fumbled with his car keys as he thought only of getting home as quickly as he possibly could. He was certain he blasted through at least three sets of red lights in an effort to reach home. It dawned on him just before the last set of traffic lights that was on the route from his workplace to his home that if he died in a car wreck because he was jumping lights, Quinn would be in dire straits at home.

As he pulled into the driveway he steeled himself for what awaited him in his house. He expected Quinn to be by the doorway and desperate to be couriered to the hospital seeing as she had sent him the 911 page that they had agreed would be the signal should she go into labour while he was out of the house. What actually greeted him on the other side of his door made his jaw drop and all the blood leave his brain.

"Quinn…what?" Will spluttered, unable to comprehend the tableau that his housemate was starring in before him.

She was clad in next to nothing. Her pregnant stomach was bared for him to take in with a sharp inhalation. She was only clothed in three pieces of satin: a black short robe, a white, lacy satin bra and a matching pair of shorts. It was a hell of a picture – Quinn leaning against the mantel piece in the sexiest lingerie Will had ever seen – even though she was almost nine months pregnant.

"Hi, Will," she whispered in a sultry, seductive voice, "welcome home."

As she neared him, he choked out, "What the hell are you doing dressed like that? You're not in labour, are you?"

She laughed as she reached him and held onto his muscular arms, "Will, no one dresses in lace underwear just to give birth and what I am trying to do is feel better. I am just trying to feel better and I think if you want to, you could feel better too and not so alone. We can heal each other."

Still unable to wrap his mind around what he reckoned Quinn was suggesting and doing to him as he took in the sight of her in such alluring clothes. She truly did look like a goddess in her black and white satin outfit and if Will was honest with himself, how pregnancy had altered her body was really igniting something (he didn't know what) within him. He had always been aware that Quinn Fabray was sexy and that hadn't changed since she fell pregnant. In fact, he was sure that ever since she had sleepily mumbled her love to him, his feelings for her had been growing and changing, he just hadn't been aware of it until now.

"Will? You know I love you and it's been clear over the past few weeks that we can be good friends but I'll never stop knowing that we could – and must – be so much more. So will you help me feel better like you promised you would? I know I'm responsible for your heartache and loneliness but I want to do everything in my power to mend your heart and I want, I need you to be the one who fixes mine."

He was not entirely sold on the idea of having sex with his housemate who was still technically his student and a minor but when Quinn ardently expressed her desire to make him whole again, his resolve disintegrated pathetically.

"I'll fix yours. I'd do anything for you, Quinn. You're too beautiful to be broken."

Without giving the moral dilemma he faced in that moment or the consequences of his imminent actions another thought, he pressed his lips to hers in a chaste but burning kiss. It was a kiss that spelled hope, forgiveness and an end to the feeling of solitude for both.

Quinn moaned in desire as her lips moistened at Will's sensuous touch. She had yearned for this moment for months and all that expectancy just heightened her passion for the sweet, kind and generous man she was honoured to call her friend. She couldn't wait to be able call Will Schuester her lover so she gripped him firmly around the neck and brought him in closer, desirous of learning every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. She began her education with his mouth and his lips and his tongue. She licked painfully slowly across his bottom lip, requesting entrance into the mouth that sang with such power and skill and that she wanted to kiss until he was gasping for air.

He noticed her delicate action that pressed their intimacy further and freely acquiesced, opening his mouth so their tongues could dart together and meet in sweet realisation that they were exactly whom they both needed and desired in life. Will spent the next few minutes making love to Quinn's mouth, determined to show her that lovemaking wasn't just about sex or adolescent males taking advantage and leaving their partners wanting. From the sounds she was making against his lips, she was relishing her enlightenment but she was also starting to betray her need for oxygen, which brought Will clean out of the reverie he was experiencing.

"We ought to take this upstairs," he whispered hoarsely, "you shouldn't even be standing up at all. I can't have you needing to go to hospital because of me."

She merely nodded and held out her arms with a smile plastered across her gorgeous face, waiting for Will to swing her up into his arms and bear her upstairs. When they reached his bedroom, which was closer than hers, she heard a slight groan from her carrier when he deposited her as gently as he could on his bed and she realised that he always exerted himself more than he needed to just to make sure she was not plonked down on the bed like a discarded piece of clothing, but softly as you would a sleeping baby. It was a thought that made her weep.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?"

In response, she clung to his shirt with white-knuckled hands, "You always treat me so gently in case I break or get hurt and I just want you to know how much it means to me that you care so much when you don't have to."

Will didn't see the use in repeating old words so he convinced his companion that he did have to care because she was all he had in the world with new actions. He kissed her again with fervour, now at ease as she was off her feet and almost lying down. She was right in that he didn't want to cause her anymore pain than she had already endured and he would be careful with her. Will Schuester would never be a name she had to write on the ledger of men who misused her.

As she kissed Will and the desire for more contact, more feeling and more intimacy grew more potent, Quinn fumbled with his shirt and sweater vest. She attempted to divest him of both but her position on the bed and her inability to move was hindering her.

"You just relax, sweetheart, I'll do the work." Will murmured seductively as he removed his shirt and vest before making quick work of her robe and bra.

Neither moved for a few moments after their top halves were bared for the other to take in with bated breath. For Quinn's part, she wondered just how Will could deprive the world of such an angelic form by covering it up all the time with his usual shirts and cardigans. It was a crime against humanity to not let womankind drink in the sight of his bare torso. Will's thoughts travelled to just how Quinn's maternity-enhanced breasts made her look so much more mature and just ideal for him and his desires.

Once Quinn opened her arms, it took Will less than a second to fall into them and lavish every inch of her divine face, her elegant neck and her nigh on heavenly bosom with passionate kisses. When he elicited a moan from Quinn and felt a sharp kick to his own abdomen through her belly, he suddenly stopped his ministrations.

"Do you want to carry on? We can stop, Quinn, you can tell me if you don't want to and I can stop."

Quinn caught her breath and gasped to her considerate companion, "Why would I want you to stop? This is the best I've felt in months and it's definitely the best I've ever had, so just make love to me, Will…please. Don't stop. Ever."

He had no response to such a heartfelt plea so he just gripped her hand in his as he showered her stomach with kisses, rolling his tongue over her protruding navel before he worked his way over the mound of her stomach and with one last questioning glance upwards, continued his descent. In one fell swoop her shorts were thrown to the floor and Will pressed his lips to her inner thigh, kissing a line up to the essence of her womanhood.

"Please, Will, don't stop," Quinn moaned, "I just need you inside me. I'm ready. Just make love to me."

If he was honest, he was a tad disappointed. He wanted to taste her and bring her to her peak before they could come together but this was about her more than it was about him. Actually, he realised as he thought that that he was stupidly wrong. This was not about her exclusively or most accurately – it was about them, both of them needing something to make them whole and happy again.

Will was utterly aware of her condition and how easy it would be for him to cause her injury. Pain during sex was not something he wanted to enter her mind ever again. With that at the forefront of his mind, he gently shifted her back and draped her long leg over his hip while he was on the edge of the bed. It gave him a stupendous view of her laid bare and unabashed before him. The sight also choked him, for he couldn't comprehend how anybody (of whether they were inebriated or not) could misuse and not make love to this woman in all her beauty and kindness.

"Are you certain, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Quinn murmured as she felt Will's tip graze against her opening.

With painful slowness, Will entered her with his eyes closed shut in anticipation of feeling her around him and adjust to him. She was right, though. She was so ready for him and the knowledge that men – but especially that he –could still affect her so poignantly gave him hope. It was a relatively small thing but just the awareness that they were completing something in each other by consummating their romantic relationship was highly charging.

As they established their rhythm, Quinn was careful not to jostle herself too much and Will was ever so attentive of her belly and comfort. Will had not been with a woman since he and Emma had foolishly and futilely attempted to have sex. He was certain that making love to Quinn Fabray would be a different and more successful experience.

While he thrust and bucked into her, his hands found their way back to Quinn's chest where he kneaded and massaged her breasts tenderly. As her moans grew louder and she began to roll her hips to bring him in harder and faster, Will braced her around her stomach and met her thrust for thrust.

"I'm so close." Quinn groaned, her hands straining to grip the sheets on the bed.

"Any second now, baby," Will said, knowing he was approaching his own orgasm and feeling her contract hard around him.

Right on cue (as always), Quinn screamed announcing her end and Will came quickly after. It was a sensation unlike what either had experienced previously. Quinn's experience of lovemaking was adolescent and inexperienced needless to say, but coming so hard for Will Schuester made her smile and wipe all shit experiences from her mind. Will had only really been with Terri and she was a very aloof and sensual lover but not necessarily an intimate or tender sexual partner. Sex with Quinn was something beyond what he had expected.

After he extracted himself from the sweaty knot of limbs that they had created, he laid down on the bed and helped Quinn to recline next to him as she regained her breath. He watched her as her breathing became shallower and marvelled at her post-coital effervescence.

"So," Will began dubiously, "this may be too soon after the event, Quinn, but I've got to ask what this…development means for us."

She turned to face him on her side, her arm hugging her swollen belly comfortably, and mumbled, "I don't know but I know that I do love you. I also know that I don't want you to be scared because of this, because of us. This is meant to make everything better and to be good – great, even – for both of us. I know you don't love me but I know you do feel something for me that will lead to love, hopefully, and I love you unequivocally and enough for the two of us for the time being."

Will was dumbfounded. When he asked the question he had no idea her feelings for him went so deep and were so profound. He had underestimated her in thinking that she was a schoolgirl with a schoolgirl and hormonal crush on the man who rescued her. That was a grievous error on his part, he saw now. The woman lying beside him showed him that she loved him with her mind, body, heart and soul. He didn't deserve her…clearly.

"That's not necessary, sweetheart," Will told her, "you don't have to love for me. I do love you, Quinn. I just didn't realise how sincere your feelings were until now, but you were right, I needed you to make me feel whole and like myself again. So what I'm saying is that I'm not scared and I am absolutely certain that I am falling in love with you."