Quinn opens one eye lazily. The room is blurry and for a second she thinks she is back home in her own bed. She swears she can even hear daddy calling out from the kitchen that breakfast is ready. Then she realizes that she isn't just hearing things. Someone is calling her for breakfast, but it isn't her father. It's Mr. Schue!

Her eyes shoot open as she sits straight up in bed. That's right; she slept in his apartment last night. Her teacher's apartment. The events of last night just seem too surreal to grapple with. Quinn's so thankful that he was kind enough to take her in, but she feel s a pit in her stomach when she remembers that she promised him she'd make other living arrangements for tonight.

She knows she can't go back to Finn. Even if he was willing to take her in, she wouldn't do that to him. He deserves to enjoy a carefree teenage life, and not have to worry about taking care of a pregnant girlfriend. No, it's over. She sighs. I bet man-hands will be all over him now, she thinks to herself.

Who can she turn to then? There aren't many glee clubbers who will take her in. She'd been too mean to them during her Cheerio's days and they obviously (for good reason) don't trust her. None of the Cheerio's would let her stay with them either. They all treat her like she's invisible. Quinn thinks back to how determined Puck has been to have a place in their baby's life. How adamant he has been about taking care of her and his daughter. Puck might just be the man she's looking for. After all, he got her into this situation, it's only right that he sees it through.

Now that she's figured out where she's going to be staying, she feels more confident. She slowly climbs out of the wonderfully comfortable bed of one Mr. Schuester, and proceeds to remake it. Quinn's not going to have the reputation of a messy house guest.

The smell from the kitchen wafts in from under the door. It smells well enough like food, but with a tinge of something unnatural. When she hears the smoke alarm go off, she realizes her first assumption about his cooking skills was right. She throws on an oversized sweatshirt of Will's over the clothes he lent her last night to sleep in. Quinn checks herself in the mirror. Yeah, she's definitely pregnant—huge and hideous. She sighs and makes her way out to the kitchen to make sure Schue hasn't burnt the house down yet.

She pauses before entering the kitchen just to watch the great show he's putting on. From what she can see in the blackened pan, he was attempting to make eggs. He's now standing on a chair waving his hands back and forth furiously to get the smoke away from the alarm. Quinn stifles a laugh. He looks completely ridiculous. And although she doesn't want to admit this to herself, he also looks a little adorable.

Will finally notices her. "Uhh… Good morning Quinn. I was uhm, trying to make us some breakfast but I guess I'm not really all that great at cooking. McDonalds okay?"

Quinn laughs. "McDonalds is fine Mr. Schue. I can just grab it on my way to school."

"You don't need a ride?" He looks at her confused. Then it dawns on him that she had ended up here somehow and that he hadn't brought her here. "Oh right, you drove. I can give you a ride if you want."

"No, that's okay. I'm going home with Puck after glee practice. Plus, wouldn't it look a little weird if we showed up together in the same car?" She asks.

"I guess it would," he climbs off the chair and begins putting away his mess of a breakfast. "So you talked to Puck then about staying over there?"

"Not yet. I'm going to during school. He's been saying how he wants to help out with the baby and stuff, so I'm pretty sure he'll let me," Quinn states, reassuring herself more than Will. "I should probably get ready."

"Oh yeah. You can take a shower first, I have to finish cleaning this crap up," he sighs and points in the general direction of the bathroom. Quinn thanks him and gathers her clothes from the bedroom. The warmth of the shower feels great on her skin. Although she hasn't been awake very long, her feet are already killing her. It's going to be a long day.

After she's changed into her clothes she grabs her purse and starts to head out the door. She pauses in front of Mr. Schue not really sure what to do. Should she hug him? Should she say thanks and walk out? Its clear Will feels awkward too because he's just standing there. Quinn decides to give him a hug for all his hospitality and kindness. It's odd; she hadn't really noticed her baby kicking that much until that moment. For some reason, with their bodies pressed together, she kicks like crazy. Will pulls away quickly.

"Wow, did you feel that?" She asks him.

"Yeah…," he says softly, staring at her belly. Quinn notices the pain shoot through his eyes. "For what it's worth Mr. Schue, I couldn't think of a better father," she says placing a hand on her stomach. He nods, but doesn't say anything. It's crazy, but Quinn swears she sees tears welling up in his eyes. "Thanks for letting me stay here last night," she smiles and then walks out the door.

At school it's just like any normal day. The teachers pile on the homework, students pass notes behind their backs. It's only Quinn that feels unnatural. No one talks to her, but they all stare. Some try to be sneaky about it, stealing quick glances here and there, but others don't even care to try and hide their disgust. Quinn feels like a rotten onion in the middle of a petunia patch. Disgusting and out of place.

She had been looking forward to Glee, because there she felt a little more accepted. But not even the Glee clubbers wanted to come within ten feet of her. When she sits down, they all scoot over. It's like they think that her "condition" is somehow contagious. As though just being around her will cause them to open their legs or thrust into some random girl. Quinn tries hard not to cry. She isn't going to give them the satisfaction.

Finn's the worst. She hoped he would just ignore her. Not a chance. Instead he continues to make snide comments about how slutty it is to sleep with someone's best friend. Quinn looks to Puck, who must obviously be feeling the same pain she is. He seems oblivious, even if he is hurt, as he stares lustily at Santana's legs in her too short Cheerio's uniform. Quinn swallows hard. Maybe even Puck won't take her in. But she has to try, and she catches him as all the other Glee clubbers pile out once rehearsal has ended.

She looks around to make sure no one's there to witness her rejection before she speaks, if it comes to that. The room is empty. Even Mr. Schue has wandered off somewhere.

"What's up?" Puck starts first. Quinn shifts nervously.

"Finn kicked me out." She states. She searches Puck's face for any indicator of sympathy. There's none—his face is completely deadpan. He was always good at hiding his emotions, careful not to give the impression that he actually feels- anything besides desire that is.

"So?"

"So… I kind of need a place to say. You keep saying how you want to be more involved with me and the baby." She takes a deep breath. "Well, here's your chance. Let me stay with you."

Quinn watches as a number of emotions play over Puck's face. He tries to not let them show, but he's caught her off guard and she's pretty good at reading people. He opens his mouth and closes it. Not sure exactly what to say. Suddenly his face goes completely cold, and his body tenses up.

"Sorry baby mamma no can do," Puck says.

"You can drop the act Puck. No one is here. Just tell me what you're really thinking. Stop treating me like another girl you just had to land in bed. I'm not one of your little sexual conquests. I know you have feelings for me," Quinn blurts out. Puck just stares at her, but she notices his shoulders relax a little.

"You were like my ultimate goal. I don't have to deal with that "feelings" bull shit. You can't trust women anyways. They say they want you, but tomorrow they'll find somebody better, somebody who's not just a "lima loser." You chose Finn remember? You don't want me. Besides, I don't need your baby drama bringing down my game. I'm a stud, baby. That's just how it is," Puck smirks and walks off leaving Quinn standing there, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. She can't move, it's like her feet are glued to the floor. She wants to collapse but her body won't cooperate. It's rigid and stiff. Even the baby is frozen; she hasn't felt her kick at all since Puck started talking.

She doesn't know how long she's been standing there staring at the floor before she looks up and notices Mr. Schue leaning against the door frame. His brow is furrowed and he looks both angry and concerned. The moment she sees him she starts to sob. He moves immediately to hug her. Quinn holds onto him tightly crying into one of his ridiculous little sweater vests. When she's calmed down enough he pulls away, making sure to keep his hand on her back for extra support.

"How much did you hear?" She asks him through her tears.

"Everything," Will sighs. "You didn't deserve that Quinn. That guys a jerk."

"He's one of your students, aren't you supposed to be supportive and all that?"

"I'm supposed to be friendly. That doesn't mean I have to mean it. He's a jerk. Plain and simple. A jerk who clearly doesn't deserve you or the baby," Will pulls Quinn's chin up to look at him. The baby instantly starts to kick again. As Quinn stares at him, she also feels her stomach start to flip fop in a different way. The way you feel when your crush pays you any attention. She swallows. Quinn tells herself it's just that he's being so kind to her, it's not that she actually has a crush on him. She hasn't had anyone be truly kind to her since she got pregnant. Some nagging feeling deep inside tells her that this is due to more than just a little kindness, but she squashes it down. She doesn't want to jeopardize her relationship with the one person who is on her side in this dismal universe.

"Alright kid, let's go home," Will smiles at her.

"I can't. I don't have a home." Quinn sighs.

"Yes you do," he smiles again wrapping his arm around her. "With me. You can stay as long as you need to, no questions asked."

"Really?" Quinn doesn't want to believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Is he seriously e offering her a place in his apartment?

"Absolutely. You can take Terri's pottery barn showroom. We can track you down a bed somewhere. I mean it Quinn, I don't want you to have to move back and forth between different places and people. Stay with me, you'll have a bed to sleep in as long as you want one. You'll probably have to do the cooking from now on though," he laughs.

"Sure thing Mr. Schue," Quinn smiles back at him.

As she drives home Quinn can't stop smiling. The people you least expect to stand by you in a hard situation always prove you wrong. Once she pulls up to the neat little line of flats she sighs and gets out of her car. It feels so good to be home.