Take it or Leave it (A Glee Quinn Fabray Story)

Bumps and Baby Talk

"Sorry, babe, but I'm just about to go out for dinner with my mom. Can it wait until tomorrow?" He answers, his tone apologetic. "Um, yeah. How about after school tomorrow? I'll grab coffee and we can meet in the courtyard after glee?" I try to cover the emotion in my voice, and he doesn't notice, so I must be doing okay. "Great. See you tomorrow, babe." His smile is audible, and he hangs up after giving me a virtual kiss. "So? What was his excuse?" Santana's draped over the side of my bed, hanging upside down and staring at me. "Dinner with his mom." I reply, tossing my phone across the floor. She chuckles and rolls over so she's on her stomach. "I'm bored. Wanna play a game or something?" She rolls again, but she's too close to the edge. "Santana!" I giggle for the first time tonight as my best friend plummets to my floor. "Damnit." She exclaims as she hits the hardwood. I look over at her, and as soon as her eyes meet mine, she bursts into giggles with me. For a few minutes, neither of us can breathe, and we're rolling around on the floor. "Quinn? What's going on up there?" My mother calls up the stairs. "Nothing! We're fine!" I attempt to yell, but my breath is gone, so it comes out a whisper. Santana laughing has turned into cackling, and I take a sip of water but choke on it. "I've got you, Q!" She shouts as she dives across my bed to whack me on the back. "I appreciate it, Santana." I take a deep breath and tip backwards to join her on the bed. "How do you think I should tell him, San?" I suddenly get serious and Santana lets out a groan of annoyance. "I don't know, Q. And frankly, I say just blurt it out. Tell him straight up. He'll either deal with it or not." She replies, then grabs my shoulders. "Do you wanna watch Napoleon Dynamite? It's the best feel-better movie in the universe." She grins, trying to bend my will with her psychic Mexican third eye. "Can we watch a Disney movie? I think Frozen is the best movie for a heavy heart." I smirk at her, knowing she'll do whatever I want. "Ugh, why do I even bother." She mutters, then nods. "Fine, we'll watch Frozen, although I still don't know how you can stand that movie. But on one condition. We put Swedish Berries in the popcorn." She points at me, dead serious and I laugh in her face. "Sorry, but we don't have any. I ate them all before you came, these damn pregnancy cravings." She grins evilly and rubs her hands together. "Well, you might not have any, but I keep a bag on me at all times." She reaches into her backpack beside her and pulls out a jumbo pack. "Okay, wow. I'll go make some popcorn to add." I chuckle and struggle to my feet. "Where do you keep the DVD?" Santana yells as I leave the room. "It's not a DVD, it's loaded on my laptop." I holler back, hurrying down the stairs. I stick a bag of popcorn in the microwave and scout the fridge for any other crap. "Mom, Santana and I are watching a movie, so I'll miss dinner. Is that okay?" I peek around the refrigerator door to see her reaction. "That's fine, Quinnie." She sighs. "Just take something filling upstairs. I don't want you girls to be full of sweets." She strides over to stand beside me and reaches over my head. "Take two of these, one for each of you." She hands me a container of chicken breasts, and returns to her task of making dinner. "Thanks, Mom. We'll be upstairs if you need us." The popcorn's done, so I pull it out and pour the kernels into a bowl. I snatch two cans of cream soda as well and race back upstairs. "Are you ready for a Disney movie marathon, Quinn Fabray?" Santana grins at me from under a mountain of blankets. "Frozen, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, and then whatever movie you want to watch." I reply as I settle onto the bed next to her.

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I walk into the choir room with Santana the next day, giggling at the way she just roasted a freshman who was flirting. "That was gold, San. You should write a book of insults." I poke her in the arm, then sit down, with Finn on one side and Artie on the other. I can hear everyone whispering and pointing at me, and I shift uncomfortably. "Artie, why is no one talking at a regular volume?" I ask, tapping him on the shoulder. "Umm, Quinn, I think you should ask your boyfriend. He's the one who told everyone." Artie blushes and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Thanks, Artie, but what did he tell?" I bite my lip, fearing the worst. "Sorry, Quinn. He told us about the baby." He looks nervous, seemingly afraid of what I'm going to do. I spin to face Finn, who has his back to me, speaking to Rachel. "Excuse me, Rachel, can I speak to Finn for a sec?" I plaster a smile on my face and she nods. "Of course, Quinn!" She replies, way too enthusiastically. "I'll be waiting for you, Finn!" She adds, then she turns to talk to Tina, who is on her other side. I grab his lanky arm and pull him over to the side of the room. "What the hell, Finn!?" I whisper yell at him. "What?" He appears extremely confused, which makes me even angrier. "It's called 'you told everyone something that I was trying to keep to myself', you big dummy!" I retort, poking him in the chest. Recognition flashes across his face and he gasps. "I only told Rachel! She kept asking me why I was always "in my head" as she put it." Finn's practically melting in embarrassment, and he grabs my hand. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't know she would tell everyone!" He pleads, wanting forgiveness, which I instantly give. "I'm not in the mood to fight. I just want to go home and eat a tub of ice cream while watching funny movies." I scowl at the room around me, which is most definitely not the place I want to be right now. Finn grins and squeezes my hand, then drags me back over to the chairs. "Alrighty, New Directions! Today is choice day!" Mr. Schuester enters the classroom, briefcase slung over his shoulder. "Anybody want to start us off?" He drops the bag on a chair and rubs his hands together. Finn lets go of my hand to raise his in the air. "I have a song, Mr. Schue." He calls out, turning heads to our direction. Mr. Schuester looks happy that someone is finally taking the prompt, and he collapses into the wheely chair next to Tina. "Take it away, Finn." He smiles at him and leans back. Finn looks nervous, and I'm dreading that he's going to sing a love song, or something like that. "Okay, I've been working on this song for a while now, and I'd like to dedicate this to Quinn and baby." He looks really proud of himself. He nods to the band, and they begin playing a song I know all too well.