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

Sadness and Satan's Feelings

Finn immediately turns red and looks down at the cup in his hands. "W-Why do you want to do that? Do you think we couldn't take care of her? I'll get a job, I'll ask Kurt's dad if I can work at the tire shop, I'll find something. Please, Quinn. Just give me a chance to get a job and then maybe you'll reconsider." He pleads, looking deep into my eyes, and reaches for my hand. "Please, Quinn. We can do this." I pull my hands away, and twist them together in my lap. "Finn, who are we trying to fool?" I reply after a few moments. "We're sixteen! A little girl needs parents who will love her unconditionally, who can support her no matter what she needs, and don't have to stress about buying her a new pair of shoes. We'll be discriminated against, because of our age. We'll be shunned by our friends, well, I will be. at least. I just don't think I can do this. It'll be too hard." By the end of my explanation, a river of tears is streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my lap. "Quinn, I know it will be hard, but we could do all those things. Your parents-" Finn starts, but I cut him off. "My parents have nothing to do with this decision. I've been thinking about it for a really long time, and I wasn't going to tell you yet. I just don't think that we could give the baby the life that she deserves." I suddenly stand from the table, and wipe my sweaty hands on my uniform. "We can talk about this another time, Finn. I'm just gonna go home and be alone for a while." I spin and run off before he can call my name. When I turn the corner, I see him in my peripheral vision, still sitting at the table, hunched over looking defeated and his head is buried in the crook of his elbow.

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"So, did you tell him?" Santana sips on her straw as I plop down into the driver's seat of my car, causing me to jump. "God, San. You scared me." I chuckle, and start the car. "Did you tell him? You said you would tell him!" She bounces in her seat and a little of her slushie splashes onto her lap. "Pretty sure I've never seen anyone actually drink one of those things." I admit, while she wipes at her uniform with a napkin from the glove box. "Eh, I honestly thought it'd be better. It tastes like just ice and juice." She shrugs and takes another sip. "That's because that's all that's in it." I point out and pull out of the parking lot. "So, are you sleeping over tonight or is there a different reason that you were in my car?" I ask without looking at her. "I'm sleeping over. Your mom invited me." She replies perkily, sipping the last of her drink through the purple straw. "Umm, okay? Why did my mom invite you? That's usually my job, is it not?" I glance over at my best friend, confused, and she grins. " She said something about loving to see you having fun, especially with this mess of a life that you're getting into." She grins sarcastically and I giggle. "So, I'm pretty sure that's an insult, but I'm gonna let it slide because you are my best friend." I grin, and poke her bicep. "You know it." Santana winks in response, and pokes me back. "Remember that time in first grade when I dared you to eat a beetle for 25 cents?" I chuckle, my brain scanning through all our memories for the best ones. "Eww, yes. I was a weird little child. Remember when my mom took us to see the Wiggle's concert in kindergarten and you wet your pants with excitement?" She cackles and pulls her knees to her chest so she can pretend to roll around. "Okay, so I had bladder control issues, big deal. What about the time when Finn peed on your shoe in senior kindergarten, so you turned around and peed on his?" I retort after a bit of giggling, and I pull into my driveway. "How about in second grade when you had a crush on that kid, I think his name was Ezra, and you tried to kiss him? Then he ran away screaming about your cooties, and then you were heartbroken for a week?" Santana laughs so hard she starts choking on air, and through her laughter I sit quietly. "What's the matter, Q? Thinking about your first failed romance?" She laughs at her own joke, even though its not funny, and I shake my head lightly. "I'm thinking about this one. What if he dumps me, San? I don't know if I can handle that." My eyes well up with tears and Santana mutters an Oh shit before leaning over to hug me. "Um, it's okay? If he actually cares about you and your little, um, issue, then he won't leave." She smiles and lightly pats my shoulder. "You'll be fine, Q. If he's not willing to do it, stay, I mean, I will." She says confidently. "Um, Santana? I appreciate the whole "I'll stay with you if your boyfriend doesn't" thing is really sweet, but I'm not six. I'm pretty sure I could do it myself if I needed to." I chuckle and she smiles. "I don't know about that, children are..." She drifts off, searching for the right word. "Ugh. Children are ugh." Santana finishes, grinning like a madman. "Oh, great. So are you going to call my daughter ugh to her face every time you see her?" I exclaim. Santana drops her slushie cup and turns to me. "Did you not just tell your boyfriend, and your daughter's fake father, that you are giving her up? Or did I completely miss something..." She cocks her head in confusion and stares. "Umm, I may have? And now I made him upset for no reason. But why would that matter to you?" I sigh deeply, and gather my stuff from the back seat. "Because I don't want to see my best friend to do something she'll regret later! I've been reading up on this, Q. I want to be prepared, for your sake, so I read some stuff. Turns out there's tons of side effects if you put her up for adoption! Depression, future medical issues, problems having kids when you actually plan for them, even suicide. I just want you to think it through so you don't mess up your future." Santana's voice cracks as she reaches for my hand. I can feel tears gathering behind my eyes and I sniffle. "Is Santana Lopez actually showing emotion right now?" My laugh is audibly tear-filled as I poke fun at her. She smiles sadly in return and bows her head. "I just love you, so so much, Q. You know that, and I don't want anything to happen to change what we have." I squeeze her hand, knowing I'll burst into sobs if I open my mouth. "But San, you know what they say. I have a future. I need a future. Having to be responsible for a kid? I don't know if I could do that." My eyes glisten as I shake my head. "Anyway, let's go inside. I'll let you pick the movie tonight." I hop out of the car, and Santana follows suit with a sad smile.

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Here's a very short chapter, hopefully to your liking:) I just wanted to get something out for you Gleeks, a new chapter is already in the works.