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

Hot Chocolate and Hugs

A million thoughts run through my mind. Pregnant!? I can't be pregnant! I hold my head in my hands, and my shoulders shake as I sob silently. A knock sounds on the bathroom door, shaking me back into reality, and the object in my hands falls to the floor. I can't tell my parents. They would disown me.

"Quinnie? Are you feeling okay?" My mom's voice sounds on the other side of the bathroom door.

I clear my throat, "Yeah Mom, fine."

2 weeks later

After another day of worrying about my secret getting out, I collapse onto my queen sized bed and finally let my guard down. The tears stream down my cheeks and one loud sob escapes. About a minute later, my door slowly creaks open and my mom peeks her head in. She sees my tear-stained cheeks and rushes to my side.

"Quinnie! Are you alright?" She frets, stroking my hair and attempting to calm me down. I nod my head softly and wrap my arms around her. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart? Is it Finn?" I shake my head.

"I-it's nothing, Mom. I just had a rough day today. Coach Sue worked us really hard at practice.." I feel bad lying, but know I can't tell her what's really happening. She envelopes me in a hug, pulling me close towards her. She rests her hand on my stomach and my spine stiffens. A frown flashes across her caring face, but it leaves as quickly as it came. She holds me until I calm down, not once asking if I need anything. She just lets me cry, and I cherish it, having a safe place to let my emotions flow freely.

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9 Weeks Later

I strut down the hall, towards my boyfriend's locker. "Finn, we need to talk." I try to keep my feelings under control, but my voice cracks on the last word. His face shows his obvious confusion, but he agrees to meet me in the choir room after school. I spot Santana, walking down the hall, winking at every mediocre looking guy, and I jog to catch up to her.

"Hey San, what's up?" I ask, beginning a conversation. She shrugs, barely acknowledging my presence beside her. I stick my hand out and stop her in her tracks. "Okay Santana, let me cut to the chase. I need to talk to you and I need advice about something." That gets her attention.

"Ok... What's the pressing issue Q?" I usher her around the corner and into the washroom. After checking that it's empty, I take a deep breath, and rush the words out.

"I'm pregnant and-"

"Whoa, Q, slow down." Santana cuts me off. "You're what now?" I nod and burst into tears. Santana gives me an awkward hug, and pats my back. "Oh Quinn. It's ok. It'll be ok." She tries to soothe me, but I can't seem to control my hideous sobs. We continue like this for a couple minutes, but she suddenly grabs my shoulders, and shakes me. "You'll get through this, Q. You're strong, I mean, you're Quinn Fabray, right? You're the strongest sixteen year old I know! Finn'll help you. Wait, it is Finn's, right?" She questions. I nod in reply and she lets out a sigh of relief. I manage a small tearful laugh. "For a second there, Q, I thought you were gonna say it wasn't. That it was Puck's or Mike's or something." A nervous laugh of mine joins hers, and she grabs my shoulders. "I'll come with you to tell him, for support, and I'm always here for you to lean on. If you ever need anyone." I move in for a hug, and she wraps her tanned arms around me.

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After last period, I stall on my way to the choir room. Santana follows me down the hallway, giving me room, but tailing me as close as she can. I get there earlier than wanted, seating Santana in the back row of chairs, and begin pacing the floor, hands placed on my flat stomach. A knock sounds from the door, and my hands jerk to my side, away from my baby. Finn is standing in the door frame, a smirk displayed between his dimples. He walks over and kisses me on the cheek. I smile nervously, and he seems to sense that something is wrong. He uneasily settles into a chair.