Illusion
Her life was perfect, finally.
Aside from the whole pregnancy issue, she had never felt better. She was at the top of the Cheerio's, and pretty soon she would be at the top of New Directions, the female lead, as well, after Berry had stormed out and joined the musical with that creep Ryerson. They suited each other; both were way too dramatic for their own good. It would be her that Finn sung his heart out too, not Man-hands. He'd gaze lovingly at her and take her hands, twirl her around and not Berry. Of course, nothing too wild, she didn't want to hurt the baby. She would take down Glee club from within, and Ms Sylvester would be so grateful to her that she wouldn't even bat an eye when Quinn announced that she was pregnant. She'd be demoted to a lower position in the Cheerio's pyramid, and then when her due date approached off the pyramid all together. No one wanted to see a pregnant captain competing when she was visibly pregnant, it unsteadied them. Still, she'd pose with Ms Sylvester for the captain photo for the second year going, and regain her old position as soon as she could take it back. It would be there waiting for her until she gave birth.
She was determined to not let her pregnancy change her life. Sure, it would have control for eight odd months or so, but as soon as she was well enough, she would take the reins once more. It was like a holiday, she reckoned- no cheerleading for a few months, no gruelling practices that lasted until seven and left you exhausted for the next day. It was a well deserved, she had worked her butt off for the last few years to get where she was, and she needed a break. She should be thankful, honestly. Most of the lower Cheerio's who hadn't learnt that silence was key winged about how hard Ms Sylvester worked them, and here she was being presented with eight odd months off. Of course, it would be hard work to get her body back into shape after her pregnancy, and even harder to catch up on all the routines, but she hadn't failed yet. The hardest thing would be to leave her baby, but she knew that she could get through it. She had to, it was as simple as that.
Berry had left, and Schue was finally giving her the solos she deserved, though she tossed a few to Mercedes and Tina regularly and even gave Kurt a few. With Man-hands gone, she was able to relax and watch her boyfriend sing. He was good, truly. She had never really paid attention to him when he belted out a song in the car, but now that she knew that he was so amazing, she would be sure to give him her undivided attention.
If only he was the real father of her baby.
Then everything would be honestly perfect. But he wasn't. She had slipped up and slept with Puck by mistake, and she knew it was her fault. She should have said no, but she hadn't. She had to suffer with the consequences, it was her burden to bear, her secret.
But everything would change again in eight months. Oh yes, it would change. Her whole life wouldn't be a casualty of her pregnancy, her baby wouldn't have control anymore.
But then Finn stops spinning her around and she feels the hot, sticky bile rise in her throat. It shatters the perfect illusion of his singing, forcing her mind back to reality. Her hand clamps over her mouth, forcing the liquid back down, wincing as it burns her throat. She knows that for now, and for the next eight months, her body has total and utter control.
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