Quinn's POV

It may have not seemed possible but Quinn was more heart-broken over her and Finn's break-up than he had been. It would, for obvious reasons, look like he was the more hurt one having found out that his girlfriend of seven months, his sweet blonde wholesome cheerleader, popular queen bee, president of the celibacy club, and what he had thought chaste girlfriend, had cheated on him with his best friend by having sex with him and consequently getting pregnant, even if it was drunken and frankly, not that good. Finn had even made a better case for himself a few days prior by just praising her in front of his friends how much he respects the decisions that she makes when it came to them taking steps in their relationship and sex stuff in general even though her decisions usually bummed him out. So after that it was an easy choice for their classmates on who to give their sympathy vote to. Quinn understood but she wished people knew how distraught she truly was.

"Screw this! I'm done with you!"

Those words had hit her hard. Quinn felt like her world was tumbling down, even more than it had been in the last month from her downfall in popularity.

Every last tear it seemed she had in her body drained out of her red, puffy eyes but all that could come out of her mouth was, "I'm so sorry…"

She had so much to say but all she could muster up to say were those three words. How was that possible? But before she could share the rest of her feelings, Finn had announced that not only was he done with her but he was also done with everyone and Glee club, whipped around, and karate kicked a chair, which was Finn's own special, kind of weird way, of letting his anger and hurt out. Just as soon as he had stormed in the room, he stormed out.

Only minutes later she found herself alone with her thoughts on a bench in the hallway, no Finn in sight anywhere. So, maybe Finn didn't always get the sympathy. It was weird to see the last person she ever thought she'd see. Rachel Berry, or also referred to as Man Hands, Treasure Trail, or just simply Berry, was walking timidly toward her probably doing so fearing Quinn might jump up and attack. Rachel reached her without her fears becoming reality thankfully and sat down beside her.

Rachel risked her well-being by initiating a conversation with Quinn.

"You must really want to beat me up don't you? When you do, will you at least try to avoid my nose?"

"No, I don't want to beat you up."

"Well if you want to hate me instead you can."

"I don't hate you either. I don't particularly like you, but I don't hate you. You only did what I wasn't brave enough to do: tell the truth."

"Well I just felt it right that he knew. As his teammate, I couldn't bear to watch him be upset all the time and blame himself for something that wasn't his fault."

"Please Rachel, I may be blonde but I'm far from stupid. That isn't the only reason you told him. You did it because you hoped he would run into your arms and you could be the shoulder he'd cry on."

"Ok, so I may have had ulterior romantic motives, but after the way it went down I doubt anything between us will be happening any time in the near future."

"Yeah well it's kind of nice to know you felt that threatened by me, I mean more than normal. To feel like you needed to do what you did just to make sure Finn was single." She cracked a small smile, trying to symbolize no hard feelings. Rachel responded with a small smile in return.

Rachel couldn't help being upset when Quinn said, "Well now, neither of us has him…..Hey, do you think you could let me be for a while?"

"Yeah of course. I am really sorry again."

All Quinn muster up was a small smile towards Rachel, and with that, Rachel had disappeared down the hall. If talking to Rachel Berry hadn't been enough, Puck appeared seconds after.

Thankfully she had kept her conversation with Puck short when he asked to be with her and help her. Of course her answer was immediately no. It was as if he couldn't see her sadness showing in her eyes. She was just broken up with, even someone that had the job of a cheerleader and to be peppy wasn't going to rebound that quickly. The only one she wanted help from was Finn, and if it wasn't his help, she didn't want any other that was offered to her. She could do it on her own. She didn't need Puck, he had done enough already.

As much as she just wanted to get up and leave school like Finn had, she cared too much for her grades to just forget about them for a day. It was the only thing she had going for her anymore. She sat through the rest of her periods softly crying in her hands in each one of them. She lost count of how many times she asked to go to the bathroom, but not because she was pregnant and actually had to pee or anything, she just went to be able to cry freely, but the whole 'I'm pregnant and it causes me to need to use the bathroom a lot' thing was a good excuse. It was the only place where she could lock herself away in a stall and just cry her eyes out without people watching, plus it was convenient that the toilet paper was always there to dry her eyes.

At least God had answered one of her prayers when the day ended. She was in a rush to get out of school with all of her peer's eyes staring at her all day. They all probably knew Finn wasn't the father by now and found out the real father was Puck. She hated that they stared at her now for being an outcast; a pregnant ex-popular, ex-cheerio. She didn't mind when they stared at her before everything that happened. Boys stared in awe of how beautiful she was or in their language, hot, and girls stared because they wanted to be her. They used to part like the Red Sea. Not anymore. Everything has changed.

Three minutes after the dismissal bell rang; Quinn was already in her car driving to Finn's house. She figured he wouldn't want her there anymore, with the whole 'I'm done with you' thing. She also figured now would be a good time because his mom, Carole, would be at work, and she knew Finn well enough that he wouldn't just go home after what had happened. She knew he didn't want to talk to anyone or be found.

Like she had guessed, no one was home when she pulled into his driveway. She grabbed the spare key the Hudson's left on top of the door frame. She unlocked the door and made her way to Finn's room to collect her things. As she picked up all her clothes and vitamins she started to tear up. She was still in shock this all happened and just wished it hadn't. She didn't want to move out of Finn's home. Compared to hers that her parents kicked her out of, his house was smaller and more comfortable and much cozier.

She came to think of how much she will miss living here. She'll miss the little things like the way the house always smells like Mrs. Hudson's cooking, and the way there isn't much water pressure in the shower. She'll miss the bigger things like sharing a room with Finn, the great food Mrs. Hudson cooks, Mrs. Hudson herself, but mostly, she would miss Finn.

As her last thoughts of what she would miss left her, she finished packing her things. She zipped up her bag, carefully shut Finn's bedroom door, and slowly made her way back downstairs taking in the last of what she called home; where she loved to be at the end of the day.

On her way out she locked the door and put the key back where she found it. She put her things in her car and got in herself. Before she left the Hudson driveway, she needed to find a new place to go. She immediately thought of one person. They had been friends since kindergarten and had since grown to be best friends. She called Santana and talked to her about her new situation.

"Of course you can stay at my house. I wouldn't want you anywhere else. I should be home soon; Coach Sylvester is having us do our last routine so we should be done soon. Meet me at my house."

"Ok, I will. Thank you so much Santana. Talk to you soon."

After she hung up, she sent one text hoping to get in contact with Finn. She hoped in time he would want to talk to her again. She wanted to figure everything out with him.

She closed her cell phone and pulled out of the driveway. She stared at the house one last time and headed of towards Santana's.