This is a very rough draft that I just had to put out since I haven't done anything in awhile. Quality product will resume next chapter!
Her phone rang during the break between 3rd and 4th period. Glancing down at the screen, Quinn scrunched her face up in confusion when she read Frannie's name on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hey Quinnie! What are you doing?" She frowned at her sister's question, hearing the forced cheeriness and the stress and nerves it was supposed to hide.
"I'm in school. Just like I always am on a Tuesday morning."
"School! Yes, that's right, you would be there" Frannie's laughter failed to not come across as uncomfortable, and Quinn began to feel a certain unease growing in her stomach, overwhelming the heartburn and baby kicks that normally dominated her senses. "So look, what do you think about leaving early and doing some shopping? We can pick up a bunch of stuff to make the apartment all yours!"
"But Frannie... that's your apartment, not mine" The hesitation in answer was enough to tell Quinn all she needed to know. She leaned back against the wall of lockers for support, her legs feeling like they might give out at any second. "You talked to Dad, didn't you?" Her voice sounded tiny and scared even to her ears and she caught sight of a few of the Glee kids watching her from across the hall, the noise low enough they could probably make out what she was saying.
"I think this should wait until-"
"I'm not going to get to go home, am I?"
"They're going to transfer custody over to Jack and I next week... I'm so sorry Quinn, I tried as hard as I could" She feels the arms around her before she realizes that she's slumping to the floor, Frannie's voice coming out loudly from the cell. Quinn turns to look at Puck, the one who caught her, and sees a look of sympathy in his eyes that she would have never expected.
"My Dad doesn't want me anymore" She manages to get out before the tears start to fall, not caring that the whole of the hall is looking at her, not knowing that Rachel has run straight to Will's classroom to get him (looking back Rachel will say she isn't sure why she went to him instead of the new guidance counselor or nurse, she just knew he would be the one Quinn would want to see).
"I know the feeling" His commiseration is surprisingly comforting to her, knowing that someone else out there can understand that particular feeling of abandonment that comes when your parents decide they don't care for you anymore. In the moments before Will gets there, when Puck is the one holding her, she finds herself realizing that there is a whole other side to the mohawked teen, a side that, if she wasn't already with someone, she would be intrigued to figure out. Soon enough, though, Will comes running down the hallways, pushing through the crowd of Glee kids that have formed a circle around her and Puck. He crouches down next to her, taking over from Puck and slowly helping her back up (remember as he does so a particularly bad bout of morning sickness he'd helped her through a few days ago).
"Come on, let's get you to my office" She knows he must have gotten a vague understanding of what must have happened from Rachel, but his lack of questions makes Quinn think he knows even more then what the other girl must have told him. The idea that Frannie might have called him enters her mind, and for a moment the idea of her sister and the father of her child communicating over her well-being gives her a funny feeling of warmth. However, that is soon doused by the cold reality of what is going on around her. She feels a chair pushing against the back of her legs and she blinks in surprise when she realizes that she's all the way in his office, Will helping her into a chair and Puck and Rachel standing at the door.
"We got her bags and stuff from the floor and closed up her locker. Do you need us to do anything else?" Quinn glances over at the brunette, throwing her a tentative smile and mouthing thanks, the smile that spreads across Rachel's face at the grateful attention reminding Quinn why she lost Finn to the girl. For all her selfishness and diva-tendencies, the other girl had a vulnerability and a softness that she was quicker to show then Quinn. Rachel was more of an easy puzzle for Finn to master, while Quinn required a more knowledgeable hand.
"No, I think I've got it from here. Just tell your teachers I'll send them an e-mail later explaining why you were late a little later" For a second it looks like Rachel wants to stick around, but a hand on her arm from Puck is enough to draw her away and Will closes the door behind them, thankful he's still got the blinds closed from when he had a migraine earlier in the week. He makes his way back over to Quinn's side and kneels down in front of her, getting eye-level with her and cupping the her face with his hands (wiping away the tears as he does so). "I am so sorry Sweetheart" She can hear the emotion backing up in his throat and knowing him as she does, she knows one of the chief emotions he's feeling must be guilt. After all, none of this would have happen if he hadn't gotten her pregnant (or so she was sure he was thinking).
"Parents are supposed to love their children unconditionally" Quinn's eyes were glassed over in such a way that he knew she was drifting, probably going to a place in her mind where it was nothing but negative. He watched as she moved her hand to her belly and started to absentmindedly rub where he guessed their daughter was moving around. "I would never do something like this to her. I already love her more than anything else is this world" Her water-filled eyes darted quickly to look into his. "You wouldn't-"
"She could kill a person and I would still never turn my back on her... and I'll never turn my back on you either" He moved up and placed a kiss on her forehead and then peppered them down the side of her face to finally come to her lips. He lingered there for a moment before moving down and placing a kiss on her stomach, causing a smile to come across Quinn's face. The realization of where they are causes him to pull away, but not before caressing her cheek once more. They both hear the sound of heels clicking harshly against the floor and know Frannie is on her way to them. Will sits back on the edge of his desk, allowing for an appropriate amount of room between them. The knock and opening of the door happen at virtually the same time and before they know it, Frannie is there next to Quinn, hugging her and murmuring reassurances into her hair.
"... I promise, I will be there for you and so will Jack. You can stay at the apartment and we'll get the trust fund Granddad set up for you and we can use it for you and the baby and I promise everything will be ok" Both Will and Quinn can't help but notice that it sounded like Frannie was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to comfort her sister, but neither of them say anything.
"I'll help out any way I can" Will chimes in, drawing a grateful smile from both of the blondes.
"Will, you are an angel for helping us out like you have already. You are a credit to your profession" It takes everything Will has not to correct her, not to tell her just how wrong she is, how he is the reason for all of this... but he manages and simply smiles at the compliment and carries on the charade.
Hours later the sound of voices coming from the hallway draws him away from his TV and to his front door. Opening it, he catches Frannie and Jack carrying a load of bags while Quinn is opening their apartment door, her face tired but happier then it was earlier in the day. He sees the names Anthropologie, Pottery Barn, and Target stamped across the bags and knows that pretty soon the apartment he's become very accustom to in the past few weeks will probably be quite a bit different.
"Need any help?" He calls out, the group turning and smiling at him.
"Will! Bro! How are you man?" Jack was the type of guy who could make a friend out of anyone (a good skill to have when you're in business), and Will can't help but be taken by his charm.
"I'm good! Let me take some of these bags off your hands though"
"Oh don't bother with these, we got them. But if you could head down and get some of the ones out of my car, that would be great" Will blinks at Frannie blankly before looking between the two already almost swallowed whole by bags, and wonders how they could still have more downstairs. Terri at her worst had never come home with that many bags, and she was crazy with a credit card. "What can I say, I want to make sure Quinn has everything to make her comfortable" She looks sheepishly at Quinn, who had paused in her opening of the door to take in the interaction between the three.
"I love everything Frannie. And I love you" The older sister grins, pleased with herself, as she ushers Quinn into the apartment, not catching the longing look the younger girl sends towards Will.
"Car's unlocked Will, just grab whatever you can carry" Jack tells him before he follows the two in, leaving the door open for Will to follow in later.
"Well, I guess I'm in it now" Will mumbles to himself as he closes his door, a satisfied smile coming over his face. Yeah, he was in it, and he couldn't be happier to be walking downstairs to carry up what he was sure was an outrageous amount of stuff. All the hard work, all the pain and turmoil was going to be worth it, he was sure.
He didn't spend much time with Jack, Frannie, and Quinn that night. He'd pretty much just finished bringing up the stuff and then bid them good-bye, heading back to his apartment to let them bond. He was somewhat surprised to hear them leave a few hours later, telling Quinn they'd see her that weekend. He'd waited almost thirty minutes before he'd grabbed his keys and slipped out silently, walking over to the other apartment quietly so the neighbors wouldn't hear. He pushed in his key and turned it in the lock, the darkness of the apartment catching him off-guard. He toed off his shoes and weaved his way around the bags that still littered the floor, heading towards the bedroom. He could hear the faint sound of crying, and it broke his heart to know Quinn was suffering.
The bedroom was now pinker then he remembered, and he could only imagine what the stuff from Lowes that he'd carried up and that now laid in a corner of the room would do to the white walls. Quinn heard him enter the room and simply shifted over in the bed, allowing a space for him to curl around her back. The fact she didn't hide her crying made the moment feel incredibly intimate, and he sighed contently when wrapped an arm around her, pulling her against him and placing a kiss against her exposed neck.
"I promise I'll make all of this worth it, baby... I swear it"
"Just love us, that's all I need"