Quinn climbs into her car and slams the door, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew this would happen. She knew that the truth would come out eventually, and that Finn would undoubtedly hate her. She knew that she would then lose the roof that was only temporarily placed above her head. She knew all of these things, but somehow she didn't want to believe them.

She looks back at the front door to Finn's house and sighs. He's not coming after her. It's all over. Quinn wipes her eyes lazily with her hands. No use crying. She brought this on herself, and now she has to deal with it.

Quinn was always a people pleaser, continually addicted to the feeling that she was worth something. She only joined the Cheerio's because she thought it would please her parents. Her mother had been a cheerleader in high school and continually pushed Quinn to join so she could relive her glory days. She liked cheering though. When she cheered in front of a crowd, she felt like she was worth something. Now, without her clean crisp Cheerio's uniform, she's certainly worth nothing.

Then again, there's always Glee. She liked the feeling of being a part of something. But she knew she was delusional to think that Glee was really going to be a place where she shone, where she belonged. That was man-hands deal. As much as Quinn hated to admit it, Rachel was talented. Glee was her opportunity. Quinn wasn't vital to the Glee club, they'd survive without her.

It's amazing how one little moment; one little decision can change your life forever. She hadn't meant to sleep with Puck. Honestly, she didn't. She felt fat that day and when a girl with an eating disorder feels fat, their judgment is hazy. Puck wanted her, she knew that. She also knew he just wanted to get into her pants, that he wasn't really interested in dating her. But she wanted his attention, no needed his attention. Quinn needed to feel like she was worth something to someone.

And now, here she is. Pregnant, with no one to turn to, no place to go. She grabs her phone and searches through her contacts… Daddy… No she can't call him. She won't call him. Quinn knows she's destroyed that relationship. Santana? No, they hadn't really been that good of friends to begin with. Santa knew that Puck wanted Quinn and she obviously hated it. Brittany? No, she wouldn't take her in. She was too worried about her reputation and too loyal to her "girlfriend" Santana. There truly was no one for Quinn to turn to.

Or was there? She grabs her phone again and searches for the address of the one soul on this planet she knows won't turn her down. The only person who will understand her, the only person who will actually listen to her. She finds the address, turns the ignition and drives.

When she's standing outside his doorstep she begins to re think her decision. Maybe he won't be as understanding as she thinks. Maybe her situation is a little too personal to him and he won't be able to deal. Maybe his caring attitude towards her is just a façade, maybe he just has to act that way. Maybe he really thinks she's just a wayward slut who can't get her shit together. Her mind races with endless maybes as her hand hesitates over the door, poised to knock. She takes a deep breath and squashes down all of her fears, because she knows that he truly is an understanding man. Quinn knocks lightly at the door. When he opens it, she is surprised to find that she again bursts into tears.

"Quinn?" Will Schuester stares back at her eyes alight first with shock, and then concern.