Hello all! So, I randomly decided yesterday that I would write at least a drabble everyday until the Madonna episode. I was going to make each piece correspond with a Madonna song but then this popped into my head and decided to just write lol. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep all drabbles/oneshots (they'll definitely differ in length and pairings/characters) under this story or if I'm going to post them one by one. The lyric in the beginning is from 'Sally's Song' from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Alright, enough of my rambling, enjoy!

The worst is just around the bend

More often than not, he finds himself watching her without even realizing it.

Like when she sits at the desk they've shoved into the corner of his room and stretches her arms above her head before slowly bringing them down and stretching them to the side while he tries to play his Xbox. He watches the way her shoulder blades move through her tank top and the way her arms flex and relax. She bends her neck from left to right, stretching out whatever muscles may be sore there (she's still getting used to his bed) and then sits up straight, hands beginning to type furiously.

(His character always dies just before she starts typing.)

Or when she stands lazily in front of her locker, face forming a frown every time her belly skims across the cool metal.

(He loves her belly more than her.)

She doesn't notice it (or at least doesn't say anything about it) until she's coming back into his room one night (this is the third time she's woken up to go to the bathroom and she's not even six months yet).

She's in yet another tank top ("I'm hot all the time now, it's ridiculous. It's winter, shouldn't I at least feel like wearing a damn T-shirt," she bitches every time she gets dressed) and in a pair of his pajama pants (they're ginormous on her despite her belly; they're big on him so it looks like she's drowning in them) that hang low on her hips. He scoots over on the bed to give her more room (this was new, him being allowed in the bed) and she pulls up the pants, effectively hiding her blue underwear from him, before sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

("Why do you wear the biggest pair of pants I own," he asked her one day and she shrugged.

"They're a hassle but they're comfy," she responded, patting his shoulder. "Just like you.")

"Why do you stare at me all the time," she asks, her back still to him as she inches the pant legs up.

He scoffs. "I don't stare at you."

She adjusts her pillow before finally laying back down on the bed, laughing as so does so. "Yes you do." She turns on her side to face him, her belly (their baby) in between them.

He rolls his eyes. "I don't stare at you all the time."

She smiles softly, pushing her blonde hair back (he used to hate blondes yet somehow he finds her hair absolutely perfect [he really hates how he sounds like such a bitch now]). "Maybe not all the time, but enough to make me feel like I have a permanent stalker." She rests a hand on the back of his neck, thumb lightly brushing along his jaw and she feels him relax underneath her touch.

"It's kinda hard not to look at you, what with you carrying my kid and all." She nods almost unnoticeably (most days, they don't even talk about the baby. When she is brought up, it makes everything kind of weird because Quinn doesn't know what she's going to do at all [she knows she can't keep her]) and sighs.

"I'm gonna break your heart," she whispers as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her almost flush against him, their legs tangling together.

"Not before I break yours first." Her smile is sad now and truth be told, it makes him sad too.

At least they're honest with each other (they've lied to everyone for so long).

He kisses her lips and then tells her to go back to sleep.