Standard disclaimer, I don't own Glee or any of its characters. Here it is, chapter 17 and I hope you all enjoy.
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Quinn was all but dead to the world when she felt herself being lightly shaken awake. After what had been an enlightening and actually pretty fun morning with the Berry's, Quinn had elected to go back to bed rather than go to school like she had originally considered. She was finally tired enough to sleep and she figured that she needed to be somewhat rested when Maribel came by to take her to go make her statement down at the police station and afterwards go and get her stuff from her house.
Quinn wanted to ignore whoever was waking her up, but the pain in her face was flaring up fiercely and it made it impossible to go back to sleep. She wearily sits up in the bed and opens her eyes, her vision bleary. She looks over to the person who woke her and sees Maribel sitting there next to her.
"Hey sweetie, that's looking pretty raw, do you need a pill?"
Quinn tries to answer but finds that the swelling has made opening and closing her mouth a painful chore so she just nods her head.
Maribel hands her a pill and a glass of water and watches her take them before asking. "Have you been icing it?"
Quinn shakes her head no, icing it made it hurt worse so she had neglected to do so, but if this was going to be the result of not doing it she was seriously considering taping an ice pack to her face.
"Can you speak sweetheart?" Maribel asks with sympathy lacing her voice.
"Yeah, it just kind of hurts," is the mumbled reply. She had been fine this morning talking with Hiram and the rest of the Berrys but right now it was all she could do to barely speak.
"Do you want to wait, we can probably push this back another day and be just fine."
"No, I want to do this today." Quinn kicks the covers off completely and rolls out of bed. "Just give me a minute to get ready."
"Take your time."
Quinn enters her bathroom which was attached to the guest room and quickly runs a brush through her hair. Looking in the mirror the entire left side of her face is hugely swollen and marred black and blue. She tentatively reaches up and lightly touches it. Instantly regretting the action as a sharp pain flashes across it.
There is no conceivable way to apply any cover up, not without making it an extremely painful experience, so Quinn settles for arranging her bangs to help hide the ugly wound. It takes her about fifteen minutes before she feels like she's at least somewhat presentable and is willing to step outside.
As she reenters her room, Maribel rises from her seat on the bed and pulls Quinn into a hug which Quinn returns. "I am so sorry that you have to go through all of this Quinn, but I want you to know how brave I think you are and how wonderful I think you are. It was a very blessed day that you made friends with my Santana."
"Santana's my best friend, I… it's hard to describe it, but I would do anything for her and I know that she would do the same for me… she's the best person I know." Quinn says shyly.
Maribel smiles warmly at her, "You are loved, you know that right."
Quinn nods and swallows nervously, feeling a little chocked up.
Maribel takes a step back and then takes a seat on the bed before motioning for Quinn to do the same. "Now before we leave there is one more thing that I need to talk to you about, and I know that you have been going through a lot lately but this is very important. So I'm going to have to be lawyer me for this, do you understand what I mean by this?"
Quinn shakes her head in confusion.
"Lawyer me is something that Santana calls me whenever she needs to speak to me in a professional manner, so that means that while we are having this conversation it will be as an attorney and a client, it means I will council you in a legal manner and I won't be doing this as Maribel Lopez, your friend's mother, but as Councilor Lopez, assistant D.A. Do you understand?"
"I think so?"
"Let me clarify then, so what that means is that anything said between us here is as an attorney and client, meaning you have all of the rights and protections that that entails. I will not speak about this with anyone, not without your explicit permission. I won't even talk to Aiden about this. I will council you to the best of my abilities to make sure that not only can we get you what you want, but we can get you what you need and deserve. I am on your side completely and I will not act on my own, I will only act with your permission and with your best interests at heart. So do you understand what I mean when I say that I'm going to be lawyer me for this conversation?"
Quinn nods her head nervously, suddenly terrified by what Maribel could possible want to talk to her about.
"Okay then, Quinn, I would like to talk to you about the night you got pregnant."
Quinn flinches before abruptly standing up where she starts pacing the room, her breathing picking up in agitation. "I really wish that Santana hadn't said anything to you, or to anyone about this. It was my fault, I made a stupid mistake and now I'm paying for it, end of story. Case closed."
Quinn has absolutely no desire to go over that night, go over all of the mistakes that she made, how she allowed herself to be so thoroughly manipulated by someone who she wouldn't normally give the time of day. It had been humiliating, painful, and degrading and she just wanted the memory to slip into oblivion, and she certainly did not want to talk about it with Maribel. Quinn absolutely adores and loves the woman, but there were only two people in the world that she would even consider talking to about that night and she had already told them more than she wanted to.
"Please Quinn, Santana told us what he did to you, she told us that you said that he got you drunk and-"
"I know what I said, I know what I told Santana! Don't you get it!? It doesn't matter, none of it! It was my fault! Mine!" Quinn turns and yells at Maribel. Even after all of this time, even thinking about that night hits all of the wrong buttons. Every awful thing that is happening to her right now can be attributed to that night and she just wants it to go away, but that won't happen, because nobody will let her forget it.
Her cut feels like it's on fire and her cheek is radiating a sharp pain that echoes across her entire body but she doesn't care. "It was my fault, he didn't rape me! I was the one stupid enough to go with him! I knew exactly what kind of guy he was! And I still, I still fucking took those drinks, and I didn't want it to happen, but I was drunk and I was depressed and I wasn't thinking clearly and I didn't fight him off!"
Quinn loses all of her thunder and collapses to her knees. "I hate him," she whispers, the tears falling freely as she tries desperately not to cry. "I hate him for what he did, I hate him for lying about having protection, for taking advantage of me, but more than that, I hate myself."
Quinn feels herself being pulled into Maribel's embrace and she doesn't fight it, she just clings to the older woman, the closest thing to a mother that she has and allows herself to cry, to really cry. To give up trying to be strong and just let herself be as weak and helpless as she feels.
"No, sweet heart, no, don't hate yourself, it wasn't your fault."
Quinn shakes her head no in agony, she wants to explain herself so badly, to put into clear and coherent words how she is feeling but she can't even talk right now.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry, this was a bad idea to bring this up right now, it was stupid of me. We'll talk about this later okay?"
"No…" Quinn takes a gasp of air and begins to force herself to take deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. "I… I can't do this, you don't understand… I can't do this, I'm not strong enough."
"What do you mean sweetie, of course you can, you are one of the strongest people I know." Maribel tries to reassure the young woman beside her.
Quinn pulls away from Maribel. "No I'm not, you don't understand… I can't do this… I just can't. Don't you get it, it's too much. I've lost… everything. I've lost my home, my… my family… my beliefs… my future… everything!"
Quinn's hands ball into fists, clenching the carpet. "Everything is gone, all because I had one bad day. And I'm not stupid… I know what Puck did to me, I was there remember. He got me drunk and then he fucked me and if it were Santana or Brittany in my situation, if he had done this to one of them, I would be out for blood. I would have gone after him so fast and so hard and so viciously that it… you wouldn't believe the depths I would have sunk to if he had done this to one of them…"
Quinn lets out a quiet sob. "Be he didn't do this to them… he did it to me, and maybe I should be stronger, maybe I should rise up and defend myself… rise up in, I don't know, some kind of righteous fury and be super woman and go after him and pay him back for doing this to me… but I can't. I'm not strong enough… I can't handle trying to put my parents away, and being homeless, and being pregnant, and going after him as well. I'm not strong enough… I am so weak and I am so tired and the only control I have of this right now is that I can own up to my part in it… I can't take on my parents and go after him… I can't be a victim. I need you and Santana and everyone to just drop it!"
Quinn looks at Maribel, her eyes wide with a slightly crazed and desperate look to them. "Please don't make me do this, please I am begging you to drop it or, or burry it, or whatever you have to do to forget it… because I can't… I'm sorry… please, please don't hate me…"
Quinn is curled in on herself, her head is resting on the floor and her arms are wrapped around herself, almost as if she is literally trying to physically hold herself together and it breaks Maribel's heart. She completely drops her lawyer aspect and gathers the breaking girl in her arms and rocks her gently back and forth as it comes to her that Quinn may be a young woman, but right now she is a little girl who is lost, and hurting and confused, and right now she doesn't need a lawyer, she needs a mother.
Quinn isn't sure how long she stays wrapped up in Maribel's arms and she doesn't care. It's the safest she's felt since this whole situation had started and she wishes desperately that this woman had actually been her mother. That this was all just some kind of nightmare and that at any moment she would wake up in her mother's embrace and that she was never Quinn Fabray, that her life was good and safe.
"Okay Quinn, I told you when we started this that not only would I act in your best interest but that I would only act with your permission but I need to clear some things up for you."
"First of all you are not weak and you are not a victim. You are so strong and you are a survivor. You have been doing this alone for so long that you must be physically and emotionally exhausted, but just being tired doesn't mean you are weak, it means you've been doing this alone for way too long. Now as for Puck-"
Quinn begins to shake her head no. "No, please-"
"Quinn, listen to me, you need to hear this. I call it rape, Santana calls it rape, because that is what it was, no Quinn listen to me, you need to know that this wasn't your fault. He may not have forced himself on you, but the moment, the very moment that you got drunk you lost the ability to give consent. And you forget, I've met Puck, I know exactly what kind of man he is and while he may not have held you down, he gave you those drinks with one purpose in mind. And you're right, you didn't have to take those drinks, but the fact remains that getting a girl drunk is not an invitation to have sex with her, and you were in no state to give consent. And the moment you said no that first time, that should have been the end of it."
"I'm asking you, I'm begging you, do not make excuses for his actions, especially not by blaming yourself. You said that you would go after him had he done this to Santana or Brittany, so why won't you fight for yourself sweet heart? You are worth that battle. I won't lie to you, a trial like that is one of the hardest and most painful things anyone can go through, but it can be won."
"No, please don't make me, please. I'm sorry, I am so sorry… please don't hate me." Quinn whimpers and Maribel just pulls the young girl closer and squeezes her tighter. It kills her inside that Quinn won't fight for herself, even this trial against her parents is more about protecting the baby that she is carrying than actually protecting herself, and despite her own personal feelings on the matter Maribel is on Quinn's side first and foremost and as much as she would love to go after that bastard and put him away for a long time, when she agreed to be Quinn's lawyer, she agreed to follow the girl's wishes and so now it was time to reassure her daughter in all but blood that no matter what, she still had a family and that she was still loved.
"I can't make you do anything Quinn, and no matter what you decide, I promise you, I won't hate you or be disappointed in you. All you will ever receive from me is my love and my loyalty. I've known you for what, four almost five years now, and in that time I've come to love you as one of my own and that will never change. I love you, and I promise you that that will never change, and we don't have to do this now, I'm ready, willing, and able to take this up the moment you are ready to."
"I'm sorry, I can't do it, I can't do this thing against my parents and also go after Puck, I just can't, I'm sorry." Quinn cries.
"Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay mija, it's all going to be okay." Maribel reassures the crying girl in her arms.
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It was two in the afternoon before Quinn and Maribel finally made it down to the precinct so that Quinn could give her formal statement and officially press charges. They had her go over moment by moment the events leading up to her telling her parents that she was pregnant and the events that transpired afterwards. It actually didn't take all that long to do it and they were in and out of there faster than Quinn had expected.
Quinn continued to stare out the window, lost in thought as Maribel drove them to go pick up her things.
"So after we get your stuff, I can drop you off at the Berry's and then I'll need to go and talk to Principal Figgins."
Quinn turns and looks at Maribel in confusion. "Why?"
"I called in a couple of favors and got it rushed, but basically while you and your parents are going to trial I've got a restraining order placed against them, they can't come within one hundred feet of you and they can't contact you in anyway, and if they do, or if they have someone who does so on their behalf you are not to talk with them or go with them under any circumstance and you are to contact me immediately. I'll be meeting with a family court judge tomorrow as well to get the Berry's guardianship over you, luckily it's Judge Watkins and she'll be very sympathetic to your case."
"Why the Berry's, I thought you were going to take over guardianship?"
"As your lawyer, I have it temporarily, but since you are staying with the Berry's and not with me, I need to get it transferred over to them. I just need to inform the school of your situation so that they know what to do and what not to do. I don't want them to let your parents have access to you, so I just need to go over some stuff with them."
"Why would my parents have access to me, aren't they in jail?" Quinn asks, concerned.
Maribel smiles sadly at her. "I expect your parents to make bail in a day or two, their lawyers have already pushed the hearing date forward."
Quinn's eyes widen in terror. "But… but I thought that, I mean I thought that they were in jail, how are they getting out, I thought you said that the Berrys were going to have guardianship over me! What good is that going to do if the judge is just going to let them walk away!?" This couldn't be happening, not again, her parents couldn't get away with this again!
"Breath Quinn." Maribel says gently but firmly. "The family court judge is a different person than the trial judge. No matter what happens at trial, your parents have all but officially lost any rights to you. And tomorrow it will be official so you don't have to worry about that, and as for them making bail? I knew that would happen right off the bat, it's just some show boating on their lawyers parts, a kind of look how rich and influential our clients are, do you really want to mess with us. It's a flashy little trick that's all, I know and they know that their asses are going to prison, so it's going to be fine, I promise. I told you I would be honest with you and I meant it. I'll let you know if there is ever a reason to worry, I won't keep you in the dark about this. Them making bail isn't an unexpected occurrence and it really doesn't affect anything, I promise. All it means is they get to drive themselves to trial, rather than on the state's dime."
Quinn leans back in her seat and closes her eyes as tears escape. If Maribel wasn't worried then Quinn wouldn't worry either, still the thought that even after all of this that her parents would get away with hurting her again, potentially hurting the baby she was carrying was almost too much.
Quinn opens her eyes and smiles when she feels Maribel reach over and grasp her hand lightly. "I promise Quinn, you will be safe and your parents won't get away with this. I know it's scary but have a little faith, it will all be okay, trust me."
"Thank you… for everything… for being so… I don't think I could do this if I didn't have you backing me."
"You're Santana and Brittany's best friend and even more than that, you are one of my girls, no matter what. Not only am I happy to do this for you, I want to. I look out for mine, and make no mistake Quinn, you are one of mine."
Maribel says this with such conviction that Quinn can't help but believe her and so she does the only thing she can think to do and that's nod her head and thank the woman once more.
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They packed up Quinn's clothes and the various belongings that she wanted without incident. Other than a couple of nosy neighbors peaking at them through their blinds, there was nothing of note that happened and Quinn was content to ignore them, although Maribel wasn't too happy about it.
"Don't those vultures have anything better to do?"
Once she was packed up and had grabbed her phone, they dropped her stuff off at the Berry's and Quinn had asked if she could accompany Maribel to the school stating that she wanted to meet up with Santana, Brittany, and Rachel, and that she would catch a ride home from them, which Maribel had no problem with.
School was out for the day and with the exception of a few of the after school clubs everyone had gone home for the day. She sends out a quick text to Santana to let her know that she is here at the school and that she wants to meet up with her Brittany and Rachel, when glee club lets out. And as Quinn follows behind Maribel towards Principal Figgins' office Quinn's fists tighten in agitation, but she otherwise shows no outward sign of having heard someone call out her name.
"Quinn, wait up!" The voice yells again.
Quinn sighs in frustration. "Go ahead without me, I'll catch up." She tells Maribel.
"Are you sure, it's no trouble to wait."
"I'm sure, thank you though."
As Maribel walks away Quinn turns and glares at the approaching figure of Finn Hudson, who is jogging up to her.
"Hey Quinn, I'm glad I caught up to you we need to talk and- Oh my God, are you okay!? Who did this to you!?" Finn's voice had gone from happy and relieved to instantly concerned and angry the moment he had caught up to Quinn and had noticed the injury on her face.
He had been thinking about what had happened between them nonstop from the moment that she had told him that she was pregnant and now that he had finally worked out his feelings he had a few things that he needed to say to her. All of that, all of what he wanted to say to her disappeared instantly when he saw the giant cut and bruised face of the girl standing in front of him. And he couldn't help but marvel that only Quinn Fabray could look like she had gone through a meat grinder and still be able to glare at you in a way that made you feel about three inches tall.
"What do you care?" Quinn snaps. "I'm just a selfish bitch who doesn't think or care about anybody but herself right?"
"Of course I care, you're important to me, I know that I screwed up, that I could have handled the news better and I'm sorry, but I was upset and understandably so… I do care about you though, and please, tell me who did this?"
Quinn scoffs, "My parents took the news about my pregnancy just a little bit worse than you did." She says it blithely, as if it's no big deal and that it really doesn't matter to her. But you don't get to date a girl like Quinn Fabray without learning how to read her, at least a little bit. And even he wouldn't have believed that she didn't care, even if he didn't know her as well as he did.
"How could they… why would they… I don't understand, how could they do this to you? Are you okay, what's going on, do you need a place to stay, is the baby okay?"
"The baby and I are fine, and as for why, well you tell me. Besides what do you care?"
Finn closes his eyes in frustration, before looking her in the eyes with a serious stare. "Look, can we please not fight, I really need to talk to you."
Quinn looks away from him obstinately. She knows that all things considered, that she at least owed him the courtesy of hearing him out, but things were so off for her right now that she wasn't feeling all that gracious. She knew that she had hurt him, but damn it, he had hurt her too and first.
"Please Quinn, it's important." Finn says softly and sincerely and Quinn's shoulders sag in defeat.
"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" She says softly. Neither of them can look at each other, both of them feeling a whirlwind of emotions that are difficult for them to define.
"Look… I've been thinking a lot about what you said, about how I was the one who hurt you first and that I was the one who betrayed you first and how you were the one who was going to suffer the consequences but I get to walk away from this scot free… and well that really bothered me…"
Quinn is about to tear into him, she doesn't need a rehash, and she doesn't need to hear him talk about how he really is the victim in all of this. But before she can go after him, he continues speaking and his next words really surprise her.
"And it bothered me because, well, you were right."
Quinn stares at Finn in shock, as he has his head bowed and glares at the ground as he continues to speak.
"I did, I cheated on you… and I shouldn't have… I mean that's not me, or at least I didn't think it was. I cared about you, I still care about you. And you were fantastic, and I thought we worked well together…"
"Then why did you?" Quinn asks, her voice small and fragile. "Was it something I did or didn't do? What about me pushed you away?"
"That's just it, it's not that it was you… it was me… and that's such a stupid thing to say." He laughs, but there is no humor in his voice and Quinn can't help but chuckle her agreement. Her own voice lacking any humor as well.
"There was just… there was something about Rachel… I mean we were singing together and I just felt… there was this connection and I, I can't explain it. And I fought against it and I want you to know that we only kissed once… not that it makes it okay, but I want you to know that it was that one time only… which I guess you saw it."
"Yeah…"
"My point in all of this is, it's my fault… I am so sorry Quinn, I pushed you to do what you did and maybe if I had been a better man… or more honest… or something, then maybe you wouldn't have felt like you needed to go and… well do what you did. It's my fault-"
"No Finn, look I-"
"Please Quinn, let me finish." Finn says firmly. "It's my fault, I may not have forced you to do anything but I still hurt you and pushed you away so that you found yourself in this situation and you're right, it's not okay that only you have to face the consequences of your actions."
Finn lifts his gaze and finally looks Quinn in the eyes, he looks terrified but there is a fierce and determined look in his eyes. "I'll be the father, tell people that I'm the father and I'll take responsibility. I just got a job at the supermarket, full time, so I'll be able to support you and the baby. I was just heading to the office to let them know I was dropping out of school. I really care about you Quinn and… I'll do everything that I can to support you and the baby. I just wanted to have one last glee club today, you know. But I'm ready to do this, I want to do this."
Quinn stares at Finn in amazement and this action right here, this version of him that always tries to step up and help others is one of the reasons she fell for the boy. But Quinn has to use the description of boy, not man. She shakes her head fondly, because as sweet as this was, as much as she cared for him, these were the actions of a boy, and he truly had no idea of what he was offering, of what he was giving up. He just knew that she was in trouble and he wanted to help.
"Finn… I… thank you Finn, but no." Quinn can feel tears well in her eyes. Whether they were sad, representing what she might have had one day with the boy in front of her but now never will, or happy because she could still have at least a friendship with him Quinn couldn't tell.
"What, why not? I promise you Quinn, I promise, I'll treat you and the baby right, I'll take care of you both. I'll be a good father to the baby, please Quinn, please let me be here for you… I'm…" Finn looks so terrified and so determined right now and it just makes Quinn's affection for him grow. "I'm ready for this."
"Finn, you…" Quinn takes a moment to compose herself. "You are an amazing person, you are so sweet and so… just so you, to offer this. This right here, you trying to step up, to be a man and take care of something that is not your fault or responsibility-"
"No, but you see Quinn, you were right, it was my fault-"
Quinn gently places a finger over Finn's lips to hush him. "No Finn, let me speak. I never blamed you for me getting pregnant. Yes you hurt me, but I own my actions. I let this happen and that's on me not on you. This is my mistake and I own it, me. This is not your fault. And it is… it is so sweet of you to want to take care of me, and please listen to me when I say this, please hear what I am saying and accept it."
Quinn takes a deep breath. "I wish to God, I wish so badly that you really were the father. You are a good boy Finn. You care about people, you worry about what kind of consequences your actions will have and when you mess up you try and make it right. And you're not perfect, and you don't try to be, but you do try to be good. To do good. And I wish you were the father, I really do, because then when this baby grows up they would have a great example to look to for what a man should be. Whether this baby is a girl or boy, they would have had you to look to and I would have counted my blessings every single day for it… but Finn, you aren't the father and there is a reason that I broke up with you."
Quinn doesn't bother to try and hold back her tears and as they start to fall it's almost as if Finn took that as permission to let his own tears fall. "I thought about it you know, thought about lying to you and telling you that the baby was yours, but I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. You have so much potential Finn. And one day, one day you will grow up and become the kind of man that I would have been proud to have been with, to have a family with. But you aren't there yet, you are still a kid."
"I… I'll work hard… I can do this-"
"No Finn, no. You are still a kid, and that's okay, you deserve to be. You deserve to have your childhood and to go out and have fun and make mistakes and to learn and to grow. And like I said, one day you will grow into a great man…. And I truly believe that you will change the lives of those around you, and change them for the better. But for now you are just a kid, a sweet boy, but a boy none the less, and the fact that you think you are ready for this kind of responsibility, this kind of commitment, tells me that I'm right. You don't deserve to be stuck in this situation, you deserve to have your chance to grow and become the man that I know you are meant to be and you can't do that, not by giving up your future to take care of me and a baby that isn't even yours. You don't deserve that, you deserve to have a future."
Quinn lets out a little sob, but forces herself to continue on. "One day, when you're older, you are going to meet the right girl, the perfect girl. And you are going to be a husband and then a father, and that future family is going to be so lucky and so blessed to have you. But that won't be me, it can't ever be me, not now, and not anymore. So… I'm going to break up with you, and I'm going to do it right this time."
Quinn takes Finn's hands in her own. "I just want you to be okay, I… do care about you… I do love you." Finn says, crying quietly.
"I know you do, and I'll be okay, I will be. And you know… I can say this honestly to you now, I love you too, but it's not in the right way… it's not in the way that counts for either of us. It's not in a way that would make this relationship last. If I took up your offer, and believe me, a huge part of me wants to, but if I let you be the father that you are offering to be, you would resent me for it and the baby, no don't interrupt, it may be years from now, but one day you would hate and resent us for it. For tying you down, and the thought of you hating me and hating this baby hurts worse than any bruise or cut or broken bone. So, I'm sending you on your way, I want you to go out and I want you to learn and to grow and become the kind of man that I know you can be, the kind of man that I can see inside of the boy that I fell in love with."
"I… can we still be friends? I… I hear what you're saying but… can we at least still be friends, can I still be there for you… at least in that way?"
"You won't be getting rid of me that easy Finn Hudson." Quinn responds, her answer coming out somewhere between a sob and a laugh. Finn copies the action as well, nodding his head.
"If you ever need me, for anything, you tell me… I may not be the father… but at least I can be the favorite uncle or something… you know?"
Finn is being so sweet right now and so earnest that Quinn doesn't have the heart to tell him that she probably won't keep the baby, that she can't keep the baby, not now, not anymore. So she just forces a smile and nods her head.
And as the two of them continue to stand in front of each other, holding hands, they both lean in for what will be the last kiss that either of them share. It's not a light peck, nor is it filled with passion and want. But it's deep and full of every emotion that they want to express. Full of regrets, and hopes, and dreams of what might have been, but will now never be. It's a kiss that is shared between two people who are closing a chapter in their lives and starting a new one, one that can't be shared with each other, at least not as intimately as it might have been. And looking back on this kiss, years from now, even if only in their minds and to themselves they would both agree that with the exception of a kiss shared with their spouses; it was the most powerful kiss that they would ever have.
And in a moment, as soon as it had begun it was over. Both Quinn and Finn knew that this was it for them as a couple. They would never be together like that again and in a way it was heartbreaking and in another way it was freeing. They were each other's first loves, but now they were free to go and live their lives and move on.
The two of them pull away from each other and take a step back. "I meant it Quinn, I want to be there for you, even if it's only as a friend. If you ever need anything, you ask and it's done."
Quinn nods her head before asking. "And you aren't going to drop out of school anymore, right?"
Finn nods his head. "Will you be coming to school tomorrow?"
Quinn shakes her head, "Probably not, I'm still working things out, but we'll see what Maribel says, oh and the Berry's."
"The Berry's?"
"Oh… yeah, I'm kind of living with Rachel and her family now."
Finn looks at her strangely for a moment and then he can't help it, he starts to laugh at how strange that seems, and Quinn can't help but join in.
"But I will see you later?" Finn asks, a soft smile on his face.
"Yeah, definitely."
Quinn turns to leave and is only gets a few steps away before she hears Finn call out to her again.
"Quinn… I know it might not be any of my business, not anymore but… I think that I have a right to know, who is the father?"
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A.N. Not much to say, I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving weekend last week, and if you don't celebrate American Thanksgiving, I hope your day was still good. Next chapter will be up next Friday.