Quinn hadn't been out of glee club for very long, just long enough to have forgotten how much stupid shit Mr. Schuester puts up with. Santana set a piano on fire and breezed back in, daring him to say something about it. He didn't. Quinn tried to set him up and also breezed back in, no questions asked. Mercedes seemed to be the only person pleased to see her when she came back and now, wait, did Schuester just throw Mercedes out?
Quinn was sitting in the audience, plotting her revenge on Shelby, when all of a sudden Mercedes is sitting on the floor. Well, help a woman up, one of you idiots standing on stage. Men! Did she have to go up there and do this herself? Being a skank had really lowered her opinion of men. Assholes! And the older they get the smarter they ain't.
She wished she could hear what they are saying up on stage. Now Mercedes is grabbing the trashcan like she's gonna hurl and the guys are stepping back like they don't want to get splattered. Quinn looked at her from head to toe. No! It can't be! Now Mercedes is walking out. Where's the closest bathroom?
Quinn quietly lets herself into the bathroom closest to the auditorium. She heard retching from a closed stall. You're not supposed to be able to lock the hall door to the bathroom but how it's done is something she learned from her fellow skanks. You never know when you'll need some privacy to conduct business. Quinn stood near the door and waited.
Mercedes was wiping her mouth as she opened the stall door. She was shocked to see Quinn standing there, like a stalker or something. She ignored the blonde and walked over to the sink.
"Here." Quinn was handing her a wet paper towel.
"Thanks." Mercedes wiped her face.
"Here's a dry one when you're done. And water. Rinse and spit. You'll feel better. How far along are you?"
None of your damned business she wanted to say. "Five months. I just came from the clinic. That's why I was late to practice."
Quinn looked at her again. With her build she could probably hide this the whole time. "Five months? That's around the time of Nationals. Sam?"
Just shut the fuck up she wanted to say. "Yeah." is what came out.
"Tell you parents yet?"
"They'll kill me."
"Hell. You know they won't. They treated me like gold."
"You weren't bringing disgrace on the Jones household." she took a gulp of water and spit it out. "You're a stranger, not the girl who's disappointing them."
"They'll get over it. Anyway, you can come live with me if it comes to that. I'm still guilt-tripping my mom when it suits my purposes." She looked at Mercedes. "What did Sam say?"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Mercedes ran back to the stall, pretending she was going to throw up again.
"I can stay here all night." Quinn said. Someone tried to open the bathroom door. "Go away!"
"I need to go!" the person on the other side said.
"I don't care. Go somewhere else. Or stand there and shit in your pants. I don't care!"
Mercedes finally gave up and came out, Quinn really wasn't leaving. "Let me guess." Quinn said "Sam doesn't know. Shane's a front."
"No, Shane and I are done. He's not stupid enough to believe in hot tub babies. I found out I was pregnant before we got a chance to-"
"Stop! I don't want that picture in my head. So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know." What was she going to do? Time machine, that's the only way out she can see.
"I know. You're calling Sam." she pulled out her cell phone. "Waiting isn't going to make it any easier, take it from a girl that knows." she scrolled through the numbers. "Every night you'll come up with more excuses not to tell him."
"Stop!" Mercedes lunged for the phone. Quinn held it just above the shorter girl's head.
"Listen Mercedes, I'm not being a bitch just for practice. Sam's going to find out anyway. He's not so dumb he can't count to nine. When you have a white baby, you think nobody's going to notice? Sure, they're going to try to pin it on Puck." she frowned. "I mean he does have a track record. But somehow it'll get back to Sam." She held out the phone. "You can call him or I can call him but he's finding out today."
Damn you, Quinn, she thought grabbing the phone. Damn you to hell!
"I'll be right outside the door. I'm guessing you're not climbing out any windows."