Chapter Two
Bleed

Quinn woke up the next morning to an alarm. She guessed that Will had set it sometime in the night, because she didn't remember setting it.

Quinn quickly dressed in the jeans that were laid out for her by her door. She made do with a white T-shirt that she found in the dresser in re guest room.

When she walked out of the room, she noticed Will sitting on one of the barstools that was around the counter, he was drinking coffee.

"Good Mornin', Quinn." he smiled. "Breakfast? I've got granola bars, coffee, cereal, the usual."

Quinn nodded and walked toward the cabinets. "Where are the granola bars?"

Will gestured to a cabinet, "Make yourself at home."

Quinn grabbed a strawberry NutriGrain bar and opened the fridge to pour herself a glass of milk.

"... Is that all your gonna eat?" Will asked, after hesitating.

"Um, yeah." Quinn said, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just that your pregnant and-"

Quinn cut him off. "Listen here, Mr. Shue. I know that I'm pregnant, if I wasn't, I could guarantee that I would not be here. I would be at my own home. I am still Quinn Fabray. I still like to watch my weight. And thats what I'm gonna do."

Will didn't like the tone that she was using with him, talking to him as if he were 5. But he just shrugged and then set his mug down. "Do you want me to give you a ride to school?" he asked.

"Drop me off at a block behind the school. I don't want people to see that I'm riding with you. They'll get the wrong idea." Quinn said, pulling her messenger bag over herself.

Will nodded. "I'll be in the car."

Quinn walked back into the bathroom and checked her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror and willed herself not to cry. This was pathetic, she knew. She just prayed that no one would ever find out.

"Right here is good." Quinn said, and Will braked to a stop.

"Are you sure, Quinn?"

Quinn gave him a look before opening the door and stuck her legs out. She was about to shut the door, when Will popped his head out.

"See you in Spanish. And glee club is after school."

Quinn rolled her eyes and then shut the door. She started walking.

Will blew out an air of frustration and pulled his fingers through his hair. He watched Quinn walk off, and then take a turn.

He took his foot off the brake and sped off.

Quinn walked into the school and all eyes were on her and her protruding belly. She walked with a strut that showed she didn't care. She had been acting this way ever since she got kicked off the Cherrios. So far, it had worked.

She kept her eyes ahead of her, but they were soon stained red with the slushie the head of the hockey team threw in her face.

"Ha-ha! Awesome seein' ya here, slut!" he yelled in her face. He slapped hands with his buddies.

Quinn blinked and rubbed slushie out of her eyes. She bit her lip to keep the tears away and walked calmly to the bathroom.

She pumped out some paper towels and began to clean herself off the best she could. The white T-shirt she had borrowed from Will's house was ruined, of course. She leaned over the sink and breathed heavily. A group of giggly girls walked in and Quinn glared at them through the mirror. They laughed among themselves and looked at her pathetic face. Some gave looks of sympathy, but most of them gave her looks of annoyance and displeasure.

"Is that her?"
"The slut!"
"I heard she doesn't even know who the baby daddy is."
"... got kicked off the cheer squad."
"Lost everything because she was drunk."

"I can hear you," Quinn whispered.

One of the girls that stood in front of the group, stepped up. Quinn looked up at the Ashley Tisdale wannabe in 6-inch heels.

"We know you can. You were kind of supposed too." she said, putting her hand on her hip.

Quinn glared up at her and then pushed past her and her "clique" of freshman. The girls laughed as she ran.

Finn's head popped up when Quinn walked into Glee Club after school. He watched her walk and sit in a seat that was far away from everyone else.

His eyes followed her until she sat down and Will stood up to welcome everyone.

Will walked over the whiteboard and wrote the word, "Compassionate".

"This week's assignment is Compassion. What is a song that shows great sympathy towards others for you?"

"Super Bass," Brittany said.

"Not quite. Rachel?" he asked the brunette.

She put her hand down, "Arms by Christina Perri," she smiling, satisfied with her answer.

"Very good, Rachel. You may choose that one if you wish. Your song selections are due Friday." the bell rang and the kids rushed out.

Quinn slowly stood up and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Will walked over to her and pulled her arm towards him. She turned around, facing him.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you coming home with me today?"

"Sh!" she looked around for anyone that might've been around. "You can't just ask that! I don't want anyone to know that I'm staying at your place." she whispered furiously. "And yes, pick me up where you dropped me off." she stormed out of the room.

After school, and after Quinn and Will had gotten back to his house, Quinn got on his computer in the kitchen to look for local job listings.

"Whatcha doin'?" Will snuck up behind her, making her jump.

"I'm just looking for a job," she huffed, not looking up at him.

"Oh, what about this one?" he leaned over her, put his hand over the mouse, and clicked on a job opening for working at a day care.

"I have school." she said, trying not to act aware that his hand was on hers, and that she could feel his breath on her neck.

"You could go and see if they have a later shift you could take after school until closing time."

"I wouldn't get paid much if I only worked for three hours."

"Then take a second job."

"I would like to keep my GPA at a 4.0, thanks." she pushed the chair away from the table and Will jumped back just in time before it hit itself into him.

Quinn walked into the room that she was occupying at the moment and checked her phone. Then she mentally slapped herself. Why would anyone text her?

She walked out of the room and sat on the couch. It was 3:45 and Will was at the counter, grading papers.

"There is nothing to do here." she quietly complained. Will looked up.

"Sorry?"

"I said, there's nothing to do here."

Will bit his lip, "The sun's out, go play out-"

"I'm not five." Quinn spat.

"Take the car, go out somewhere, I don't know." Will said, frustrated now. Every suggestion he put out towards her, she defined it in someday or another.

Quinn stood up, grabbed his keys from the counter, and slammed the door behind her.

Will blew a breath of annoyed air and watched her from outside the window as she got into his car.

Quinn drove around town, not really wanting to go anywhere, she just wanted to drive. She barely missed the CVS and it's sign that had a big "NOW HIRING" on it. She stopped the car and walked in.

"Hi, I heard you guys were hiring?" she asked the lad at the front.

"That's right, Brenda left us after her son started doing marijuana. Do you want an interview?"

"Yes please."

"Wait one second."

A couple minutes later an overweight man that was in his early 60s stepped out.

"Hello, I am Mr. Ferguson." he stuck his hand out to Quinn.

"Hi, my name is Quinn. Quinn Fabray."

Mr. Ferguson noticed her belly. "When are you due?"

"In four months, on February 17th."

"Great. Well, if you don't mind to step back into my office and we'll get to know eachother a little better."

Quinn nodded and followed him. They walked into a small, messy, and cramped white room. Papers were thrown everywhere and leftover macaroni salad from his lunch was sitting at his desk.

"If we were to hire you, your job would be to clean my office and stock shelves. That is what we are in need of right now. Can you do those things under your circumstances?"

"Yes sir."

They chatted for a bit longer and half an hour later, Quinn had a job that started the next day, right after school.

"I got a job!" she yelled out when she walked into Will's front door.

Will jumped down from his stool at the counter and caught her in a hug.

"That's great! Where at?"

"CVS. I'm just a shelf-stocker and I clean the manager's office, but I get paid $10 an hour."

Will let go of her, "The one next to the Shell?"

Quinn nodded. "Is that bad?"

"Quinn, the manager got out of jail for child molestation and possession of child pornography last year. Don't you watch the news or read the paper?"

"Mr. Shue, stop worrying. He's perfectly normal, believe me."

"I don't like this."

"You don't have to. It's my life and I'll make my own decisions." Quinn stated.

"Quinn, you are not an adult right now and-"

"And you are not my parent, end of discussion. I'm going to shower." Quinn grabbed her bag and walked to the bathroom.

Will scratched the back of his head and sighed.

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p.s. did anyone else go to the Hunger Games midnight premiere? I did! Got home at 3, went to bed at 3:30, and then had to wake up at 5:30. It was so worth it.