Quinn lasts a total of eight days on her own.
The first two nights she spends with glee club at sectionals. Quinn has all her belongings with her (because as it turns out, the fact that the Hudson’s never lock their door and are never home has come in handy) which, little to her surprise, does not even begin to match up to how much stuff Rachel brought. It’s a tad bit depressing, but Quinn tries not to dwell on it.
Once sectionals are over, Quinn takes turns sleeping at friends (cheerios) houses, and although she is safe and warm, the sheer humiliation Quinn gets whenever seeing their parents is more then enough to drive her away after one night in each, and seeing as she only has four friends who parents would let her stay with them, the sleepovers don’t get her very far. (Quinn does consider the idea of sleeping at a glee friend’s house, but she quickly erases it when thinking of what their parents will do to her.)
Quinn spends one (horrible) night sleeping in her car. She does not try this again.
The next night she gets a motel. The place is dirty, smelly, and quit certainly has a rat problem, but it’s also really cheap, and seeing as the only money she has is supposed to be for the baby, Quinn likes it here.
That is until she wakes up the next morning to find a mouse chewing on one of her shirts. As one might guess, Quinn ends up spending one night in the motel.
And so, this is how after eight hard days on her own, Quinn decides that when you’re a homeless, pregnant, ex-cheerleader, current-glee clubber, its okay to ask for help.
She appears at his doorstep around 6:02, and when he opens the door, Quinn can just tell he was in the middle of family dinner.
“…I need a place to stay” she states, trying desperately to sound confident and like she’s in control – even though Quinn is well aware that she is the one asking him for help.
He freezes for a moment, and Quinn begins to think he might slam the door in her face, leaving her to fend for herself.
But then he shouts out…
“Mom, make up another plate – we have a houseguest.”
Quinn breaths a sigh of relief as Puck picks up her bags and helps her inside.
She is going to be okay.
EDIT: Here is part 2 is anyone would like to read it.
Puck’s house smells very… Jewish.
As Quinn walks into his living room, her bags in his hands, the only thing she can comprehend is that the air smells very… Jewish. Not that Quinn really knows if Jews have their own scent, but if they did, this would be it. The only other major thing she notices is that they seem to be watching some old Jewish movie (Quinn feels very out of place here), and that his mother is heading straight for her.
“Oh Puck” she begins, wiping tears from her eyes (is the movie really that good?) “Who’s your little friend?” his mother then asks.
“Uh… Mom this is Quinn.”
“Oh yeah, your Finn’s girl” she says, and Quinn can tell that she is just now noticing her rather large stomach “uh…. how has he been?”
“Um… Mom” Puck says as he escorts his mother to the other side of the room, whispering something in her ear, and although Quinn is a little onshore of what it is, she can clearly hear one “What?” and “it’s your!”
A few seconds later, Puck and his mother walk back over to her, and Quinn feels like this might be the end.
“Um…Quinn, we have a small quest room down the hall, Puck will show you. It’s not very nice but you can stay there.”
Right then, Quinn considers the idea of changing her faith, because the Jews have done so much for her.
“…Thank you!” Quinn stammers out after a couple seconds.
“Yeah….” his mother says, walking over to the kitchen and getting a plate. “So, do you want a spring or egg roll with your dinner?”
“… Can I have both?”
-
While the guest room she stays in is very small, it ends up beating all the alternatives by a landslide, and so, Quinn decides asking for help was a very good idea.
Dinner is very lovely, because even though their all sitting in chairs around a pintsized TV, they are eating real – takeout - food (not the vegetarian shit Quinn had to eat at Santana’s house. Hello, pregnant girl here, needs meat!), and nobody is staring at her like she’s the devil (again, Santana’s house. What a waste!) Plus, when Quinn asks for seconds, nobody says “really Quinny, I mean you’re going to explode in a couple months anyway, so why make that come any sooner then it has to?” Yeah…Quinn likes it more here.
Later after dinner, while Quinn is settling into her new room (which, oddly enough, feels much safer then her old one at home) she hears a faint knock in the door.
“Ah… hey, I thought I’d bring some towels, you know, if the baby were to out unexpectedly. I also brought you a glass of water and this book of baby names I found in my moms room” Puck said, setting the glass on her dresser and tossing her the towels and book. “There all Jewish names, but you know, I thought it might get you in the baby mood.”
“Yeah well…. its kinda hard to get out the baby mood.” Quinn said “But… thank you.”
“Don’t mention it” Puck said as he began to leave.
“….. Hey Puck” Quinn called out “I’m… we’re gonna be okay, right?”
“Yeah… right… most definitely.”
And, oddly enough, Quinn can’t help but believe him.
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The first two nights she spends with glee club at sectionals. Quinn has all her belongings with her (because as it turns out, the fact that the Hudson’s never lock their door and are never home has come in handy) which, little to her surprise, does not even begin to match up to how much stuff Rachel brought. It’s a tad bit depressing, but Quinn tries not to dwell on it.
Once sectionals are over, Quinn takes turns sleeping at friends (cheerios) houses, and although she is safe and warm, the sheer humiliation Quinn gets whenever seeing their parents is more then enough to drive her away after one night in each, and seeing as she only has four friends who parents would let her stay with them, the sleepovers don’t get her very far. (Quinn does consider the idea of sleeping at a glee friend’s house, but she quickly erases it when thinking of what their parents will do to her.)
Quinn spends one (horrible) night sleeping in her car. She does not try this again.
The next night she gets a motel. The place is dirty, smelly, and quit certainly has a rat problem, but it’s also really cheap, and seeing as the only money she has is supposed to be for the baby, Quinn likes it here.
That is until she wakes up the next morning to find a mouse chewing on one of her shirts. As one might guess, Quinn ends up spending one night in the motel.
And so, this is how after eight hard days on her own, Quinn decides that when you’re a homeless, pregnant, ex-cheerleader, current-glee clubber, its okay to ask for help.
She appears at his doorstep around 6:02, and when he opens the door, Quinn can just tell he was in the middle of family dinner.
“…I need a place to stay” she states, trying desperately to sound confident and like she’s in control – even though Quinn is well aware that she is the one asking him for help.
He freezes for a moment, and Quinn begins to think he might slam the door in her face, leaving her to fend for herself.
But then he shouts out…
“Mom, make up another plate – we have a houseguest.”
Quinn breaths a sigh of relief as Puck picks up her bags and helps her inside.
She is going to be okay.
EDIT: Here is part 2 is anyone would like to read it.
Puck’s house smells very… Jewish.
As Quinn walks into his living room, her bags in his hands, the only thing she can comprehend is that the air smells very… Jewish. Not that Quinn really knows if Jews have their own scent, but if they did, this would be it. The only other major thing she notices is that they seem to be watching some old Jewish movie (Quinn feels very out of place here), and that his mother is heading straight for her.
“Oh Puck” she begins, wiping tears from her eyes (is the movie really that good?) “Who’s your little friend?” his mother then asks.
“Uh… Mom this is Quinn.”
“Oh yeah, your Finn’s girl” she says, and Quinn can tell that she is just now noticing her rather large stomach “uh…. how has he been?”
“Um… Mom” Puck says as he escorts his mother to the other side of the room, whispering something in her ear, and although Quinn is a little onshore of what it is, she can clearly hear one “What?” and “it’s your!”
A few seconds later, Puck and his mother walk back over to her, and Quinn feels like this might be the end.
“Um…Quinn, we have a small quest room down the hall, Puck will show you. It’s not very nice but you can stay there.”
Right then, Quinn considers the idea of changing her faith, because the Jews have done so much for her.
“…Thank you!” Quinn stammers out after a couple seconds.
“Yeah….” his mother says, walking over to the kitchen and getting a plate. “So, do you want a spring or egg roll with your dinner?”
“… Can I have both?”
-
While the guest room she stays in is very small, it ends up beating all the alternatives by a landslide, and so, Quinn decides asking for help was a very good idea.
Dinner is very lovely, because even though their all sitting in chairs around a pintsized TV, they are eating real – takeout - food (not the vegetarian shit Quinn had to eat at Santana’s house. Hello, pregnant girl here, needs meat!), and nobody is staring at her like she’s the devil (again, Santana’s house. What a waste!) Plus, when Quinn asks for seconds, nobody says “really Quinny, I mean you’re going to explode in a couple months anyway, so why make that come any sooner then it has to?” Yeah…Quinn likes it more here.
Later after dinner, while Quinn is settling into her new room (which, oddly enough, feels much safer then her old one at home) she hears a faint knock in the door.
“Ah… hey, I thought I’d bring some towels, you know, if the baby were to out unexpectedly. I also brought you a glass of water and this book of baby names I found in my moms room” Puck said, setting the glass on her dresser and tossing her the towels and book. “There all Jewish names, but you know, I thought it might get you in the baby mood.”
“Yeah well…. its kinda hard to get out the baby mood.” Quinn said “But… thank you.”
“Don’t mention it” Puck said as he began to leave.
“….. Hey Puck” Quinn called out “I’m… we’re gonna be okay, right?”
“Yeah… right… most definitely.”
And, oddly enough, Quinn can’t help but believe him.
Also, my fanfic page is link