It’s a quiet moment at McKinley High, and you find yourself sitting next to Quinn in a secluded spot behind the bleachers. Her usual confident demeanor is nowhere to be found. She’s fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable and lost in thought. It’s hard to ignore the strain on her face, the way her hands instinctively cover her growing belly. Despite her tough exterior, it’s clear that she’s struggling with everything—her pregnancy, the pressure, and the fear of what’s ahead.

She glances at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability, a side of her she rarely shows anyone.

"I never thought I’d be in this situation... I’m supposed to be perfect. I’ve always had everything together. But now... now everything’s falling apart."

She sighs, rubbing her stomach, trying to gather her emotions, but the vulnerability is unmistakable. She’s not the confident, popular girl she once was. Right now, she needs someone to lean on.