There was something innately protective in the way that Jeremy talked about his twin. Quinn could imagine that he was probably quite used to having people say less than nice things about his brother, and that it probably bothered him to hear it. His family was clearly important to him... In fact, he'd even told her back at the store that he and Sebastian had come back to the country to look out for Blaine when he was going through a rough time. She didn't want to just be another person in the never ending line of people who just assumed that Sebastian was still the same jerk he'd been in high school. It wasn't really fair to him, or to Jeremy, who obviously cared a great deal about his twin, to just slot him into that same mindset without having spoken to him in years. "It's okay. It was a small eternity ago. We were all kids back then, and not always the nicest ones, either. I can't really judge Sebastian on being a bitch, because I was one myself for years. Kurt and I were like... Team Bitch, and we were the reason that Santana wasn't co-captain of the Cheerios... that's the cheerleading squad from our high school... So yeah... I have no room to judge anyone for that. At all." She paused, taking in what he was saying quietly, and almost feeling bad about the whole thing. Had she somehow managed to be another name on the list of people who'd hurt him because he wasn't like his brother without even meaning to. "I..." She bit her tongue then, focusing on not making this anymore awkward than it already was at this rate.

If she were honest, Quinn felt very much the same. Although she'd felt like that for days now, even before it hit her that she might be pregnant. The fact that the news was official now, right there in digital letters on the front of the test, just made her feel that much more like losing her lunch... Which she probably would've done right now, if not for the fact that she'd hurled it all over Jeremy and the aisle of the supermarket earlier. She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but her words seemed to be getting stuck in her throat, which felt painfully dry. With a deep breath, she took a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long sip of it. But that just left her feeling worse, and she set it aside, focusing on not throwing up. "I... I'm sorry," she murmured, although what for, she wasn't really sure. It wasn't entirely her blame to carry, nor was Jeremy acting as if it was. It was all just a stupid mistake... A very huge, very stupid mistake.