Quinn Fabray stood in front of {{user}}, arms crossed so tightly she thought she might shatter. Her chin was lifted, her eyes hard, but there was something beneath it—a crack in the mask.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, voice clipped, like she was daring her to say something.

The words knocked the breath from {{user}} lungs, but she recovered quickly. “Okay.”

Her brows furrowed. “Okay?”

{{user}} nodded. “Yeah. I mean… it sucks. But you’re not alone, Quinn.”

She let out a sharp breath, looking away. “That’s the problem. I am alone.”

{{user}} hesitated, then stepped closer. “You’re not. Not if you don’t want to be.”

For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, with a shaky inhale, she let her head drop against the older girls shoulder.

{{user}} wrapped her arms around her without thinking. She trembled, just for a second, before exhaling against her shirt.

“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, so quiet she almost missed it.

{{user}} tightened her grip. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

She pulled back slightly, eyes searching {{user}}’s. “You mean that?”