𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 [𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀]

𝟬𝟯.

Quinn moaned and sat up.

Her body felt heavy and hurt all over.

She remembered needing to tell Mercedes something important before she blacked out.

She looked around.

There were empty glasses thrown around everywhere and things were knocked over.

Quinn blushed, feeling embarrassed she had let herself trash Mercedes's apartment like this.

She turned and there was Mercedes next to her.

Her shirt had two buttons loose and her hair was messy.

She gently shook the sleeping girl awake.

"Um, what happened?" Mercedes said groggily.

She had the worst headache ever and her body ached.

"This wasn't a good idea," Quinn sighed.

"I need to throw up," Mercedes mumbled.

She ran to the bathroom and Quinn heard retching and vomiting sounds.

She winced and stumbled to the bathroom to help Mercedes.

Before she could, she threw up near the window.

"Oh, God," Mercedes groaned.

The two girls rested for a while on the couch, too tired to go upstairs.

Mercedes lazily drew circles on Quinn's thigh with her fingers.

She felt the blonde-haired girl get up from the couch.

"Can't we just stay here all day?" Mercedes begged.

She was feeling a lot better and so was Quinn, but she wanted to stay here and cuddle and watch a movie with her, not clean the house.

Quinn felt the same, but she shook her head and kissed the pout off Mercedes's lips.

"No, we totally wrecked the apartment last night and we need to clean it up."

"Why?" Mercedes whined.

"No one lives here except us!"

"Well..." Quinn trailed off, placing a hand on her stomach.

Mercedes shrieked with excitement and punched her arm playfully.

"Why didn't you tell me we're gonna have a baby?!"

Quinn rubbed her arm and giggled.

"I didn't remember till now! I remembered having something important to tell you but I didn't know what it was, because I couldn't remember anything that happened!"

Mercedes jumped up off the couch and grabbed her arm.

"Wait, Quinn, are you sure? Maybe this didn't actually happen, I mean, neither of us can remember anything that happened yesterday. So your brain is probably making things up."

"Let's go to the doctor and make sure, come on!" Quinn pulled Mercedes out the door.

They went to the car.

Mercedes quickly fixed her shirt and hair before getting in the driver's seat.

"Where's the nearest doctor?"

Quinn pulled out her phone to check.

"'Bout four hours," she said.

"Quinn!" Mercedes gasped.

She rolled her eyes and pulled the car out of the driveway.

"If you make me drive four hours at 8 in the morning for a baby that turns out to not actually exist, I will kill you," she snapped.

"No, you won't," Quinn smirked.

"You love me," she teased, giving her a kiss.

A/N: On that happy note please don't drink when you're underage and definitely don't drive while doing it or after doing it. CALL A DESIGNATED DRIVER, A TAXI OR EVEN AN UBER (even though Uber is dead). This is just a fanfic, not real life, and I want you guys to stay safe in real life. Please don't pull a Quinn Fabray and get into a car crash. No texting while driving and definitely no drinking while driving. :)