Try having his baby 1/1

[mangacat201]

Title: Try having his baby

Author: Mangacat(201)
Pairing/Characters: Quinn Fabray
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 600

Disclaimer: The Glee Club sadly doesn’t belong to me, fortunately, since I make no money of this, I also don’t have to pay all the fees for the songs.  

Warnings/Spoilers: First season. Written for the hc_bingo   prompt: nausea

 

Summary: It’s called morning sickness. Doesn’t that mean it’s only supposed to occur in the morning?

 

When school’s over for the day, most people relish in being able to leave it behind until the bell tolls in the morning. This applies to the jocks and the cheerleaders as well as the nerds, the geeks, the punks, the losers. They all like to pretend they’ve shaken the shackles of education forever, even if it’s just till tomorrow morning, but essentially the difference between them is normaly only determined by the mode of transportation that gets them off the school grounds.

 

To Quinn, these kinds of things have suddenly become noticible, sharpened somehow, maybe because she is kind of in a space between right now. One of the cheerleaders, the high-prize girlfriend of the quarterback, and currently running back into the school building to find the nearest toilette at high speed because the sweet smell of an apple just sent her stomach haywire. She does what she can to keep from throwing up on the pavement in front of everyone, but really the south exit girl’s room has seen so much of her face down in one of the stalls lately, it must be getting sick of her in turn.

 

The nausea’s rolling in her gut and even though it’s less now that she’s away from that smell – that godawful sweet smell – it’s still not enough to save her the run. It’s not fun and it’s getting even less fun day after day after day, her knees aching from hitting the ground too hard, her stomach aching trying to expell something that is just not there because she hasn’t been able to keep anything down properly for weeks.

 

As she hangs over the bowl again, eternally grateful for the strict ponytail policy of the Cheerios, –because nobody’s there to hold her hair back this time either – her eyes begin to prickle, hot and uncomfortable, moisture leaking out of their corners without her permission. Silent sobs shake her as she lets her back clang against the stall-wall and thumps her head against the solid wall behind her. There’s been no tears, not since that fateful night when she woke up and knew it was a terrible mistake, not when she began to feel her body change and accommodate for … something, not when she finally gave up all the denial and got tested only to be faced with the damning truth. She’d taken it all, stoically, calm and tearless and there’s no reason why that should change just now in this insignificant moment. A moment she had over and over again in the last weeks, but it does, it just does.

 

Tears overflowing, staining her cheeks and the top of her uniform, angry red blotches in her face and red rimmed ugly eyes she can’t see, but knows are there… she just sits there and takes it as well, wondering if the little midget is planning all that to drive her to end this whole thing before it can really begin once and for all. She hadn’t really made up her mind, didn’t really think about it much – at all – to be honest, but now in this very moment she wonders if she’s strong enough.

 

And then, there it is, through all the haze and discomfort and emotional outburst it calls to her. Nothing very noticible or earth-shattering, just… a flutter.

And suddenly, she exhales shakily, unsure if what she feels is just that, and it happens again. A small smile tuggs at her lips: “Hello.”

 

Fin