Here's chapter two! I hope you guys enjoy it... reviews are great, by the way ;)

Quinn and I were dating, that much was true. Yeah she was pregnant with my child as well. But did I have feelings for her? That's a bit complicated. I mean why else would I have been with her in the first place if I didn't love her, right?

The truth is, at first I was really into her. I mean really. It was junior year. I was captain of the football team, she was the cheerleading captain. Match made in heaven! Right? She was really hot too, can't forget about that. So we did what any self respecting high school teens would do if they paid any attention to the high school social ladder- we got together. It was really cool at first. I mean there was tons of making out, and... uh, making out. We were both really set on being at the top of our game and ruling the school. We understood each other!

Or at least I thought we did. After a while, everything just kind of died down. I soon realized that she was bitter and mean, not to mention how she always would make fun of me. She didn't care about anyone but herself. There was nothing exciting about our relationship, and it turned out that we really didn't have anything else in common except for wanting to be popular and liked. It was safe to say that what we had wasn't love. It was infatuation, and everyone knows infatuation doesn't last long at all. It's been one whole tedious year that we've been together as of a week ago.

I mean, I could have totally broken up with her a long time ago, but... I really liked being popular. Besides, football captain and cheerleading captain? Helllooo. We were supposed to be together. So I stayed with her in hopes of staying on top. Besides, now I've gotten myself into a bit of a mess involving a baby. Not much I can really do now.

"Finn! So glad you could make it." Mrs. Fabray gushed as she pulled me in for a quick hug. I smiled nervously into her shoulder. "Come in, please."

I stepped inside the house, making sure to wipe the bottoms of my shoes on the entrance mat. I glanced around the room, trying not to let out an impressive whistle as I did so. I'd only been in the house two times before, and both times I was in a hurry to leave, so I didn't get much of a good look at the place.

"Dinner's almost ready. Quinn is just upstairs getting-"

"Finn?" I heard my girlfriend. I inwardly cringed. Why? "Mom, is that Finn?"

"Yes sweetheart!" her mother clarified for her. The sound of footsteps and a few seconds later, Quinn was in the doorway with her eyes set on me and that small devilish smile she seemed to always have. She was barefoot in a short yellow sundress. It was pretty.

"Can you come with me? I want to have a talk before we have dinner." Quinn demanded more than she asked, her eyes seeming as if they were burning a hole on my skin from the seriousness of her stare. I nodded uncomfortably and followed her, but not before giving Mrs. Fabray a smile and a 'I'll be right back'.

I followed her up the staircase where on either side of us the walls were filled and filled with photos of Quinn. From a small baby to a toddler to a child, etc. etc., right up to now. The most recent photos were her senior year pictures. I wondered what mine would have looked like if I had gotten them? I was too broke to afford any, and the standard yearbook senior photos I had missed out on. Oh well.

"So what's up?" I asked after she shut the door and we were safe and sound in her room. I sat down on her bed, it creaking when I let my full weight rest on it. Some of the yearbooks that were on the mattress fell toward me. Did I really weigh that much?

"It's about the baby." Quinn answered. I nodded, expecting that to be what this was about.

"What about baby Drizzle?"

Quinn shot a piercing look in my direction. "Finn, what have I told you about that stupid name! I am not naming my baby Drizzle!"

"You mean our baby."

"What?" There was a second or two of awkward and confused silence before Quinn shook her head. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I mean, our baby. You know what I mean, stop being stupid."

"Sometimes I don't think you're including me as much as I should be included in decisions about our baby." I complained quietly. Quinn just folded her arms over her stomach. "I mean, I know you're the mom and everything but... but I'm the dad! I'm something!"

"That doesn't mean anything. Anybody can be a father."

I frowned and furrowed my brows. That hurt. Bad. "Quinn-"

"Finn, Quinn! Dinner's ready!"

"I'm sorry, okay?" Quinn huffed irritably as if she was just trying to get me to shut up. "I'm just really stressed out right now, and... let's just go eat."

"Are we gonna-"

"Yes, we're going to tell them."

I bit my lip and stood up off the bed, once more following Quinn. I wasn't ready for this, not for the shit storm that was about to brew in less than 20 minutes. Every step down the stairs I took led me closer to my doom.

What if I don't make it out alive? Oh God, I'm only 18! I can't die yet, I've got so much to left to do, so much to live for... football, glee, uh... okay maybe not a lot, but that doesn't mean I can just up and die right now! Okay, maybe I can make a break for the front door and just run. Running will work. I can just leave and pretend like this never happened. Ugh but what about the baby? I can't leave my child, I never could. Even though it's probably just one of those weird little fetus things I learned about in science class right now, still. I'm going to be a good dad. I swear.

"Um, Finn, you can sit down, you know." Mr. Fabray interrupted my thoughts. I looked around the table, noticing that everyone had sat down and was getting ready to eat except for myself. I felt my face flush and quickly took a seat, feeling the chair crack a bit beneath me. Everyone gave me strange look. Maybe I shouldn't have sat down so hard. "Be careful, that chair costs more than your life."

I didn't know if Mr. Fabray was being serious or if he was just joking even though he was laughing a little.

Maybe-

"So," Mr. Fabray took a sip of his wine, "haven't seen you in a bit, Finn. How's it going at school? Still on the football team? Good grades?" His light gray eyes were staring into my soul, just like Quinn's did. Now I knew where she got that from.

"Yes sir, quarterback still. Grades are... okay."

"Any other extracurricular activities?" Mrs. Fabray cut in eagerly. "You know, it's good to have a well balanced course list. It'll help you get into college easier."

I swallowed hard, feeling my body temperature rise. Sweat was starting to bead on my neck and it was suddenly hot and stuffy in the room. "Actually, I'm in the glee club if that counts for anything."

"Glee?" Mr. Fabray questioned. "Like that little song group that Quinn's in? You're in it?"

I nodded.

"That's strange."

"Dad-"

"Anyway," Mr. Fabray paid no mind to Quinn. Probably a good thing. I should take pointers. "Colleges. Got any in mind?"

I shook my head. I haven't really given a single thought to college until recently. "I mean, I'm sort of expecting to get a football scholarship, but I don't know anything else. Like, I'm not sure which college I'm interested in, or what I'd go for."

"You're expecting to get a football scholarship?"

"Well, yeah."

Mr. Fabray shook his head. He wasn't pleased with my answer. What was wrong with it? "You can't just expect to get into college on a scholarship, and you really should know what you'd want to go for! It's not like you would just go to college to play football and that's it."

Really? Whoa. I didn't know that.

"I know." I lied. I didn't want to seem like a total idiot in front of Quinn's parents. "I just... I'm still thinking about it."

"Well you should figure it out soon. Senior year isn't going to last forever. You need to make sure you get good grades so that you'll be elligible for academic scholarships, too. Get yourself into a good college and find a noble profession!"

I nodded.

"Okay, enough about all this school stuff." Mrs. Fabray intervened, obviously becoming bored. A loving smile grew on her face. "How are you and my daughter doing?"

I looked from Mrs. Fabray to Mr. Fabray, who were both watching me expectantly. I turned to Quinn who sat across from me at the table. Her eyes were on me as well.

Why is it so hot in here?

"Uh," I managed to squeak out.

How do I answer that? Should I say we're fine? But what about the baby... was I supposed to break it to them? Quinn didn't tell me what I should say. Okay, maybe if I just don't answer, they'll forget I exist and move onto something else. Yeah, that'll wor-

"I'm pregnant."

And just like that, all hell broke loose.