Quinn had spent the wee hours of the morning puking her guts up, and definitely not for the same reasons Kurt had been. Every time Quinn was sick to her stomach, it made her heart break for Kurt that much more. To know that he was going through something... dealing with an illness that made him actually make himself do that to himself... it made her heart just hurt. And the fact was, she'd been having that thought process a lot more lately, given the fact that, in the mornings, she couldn't seem to hold anything down at all. She'd been going like that for quite a while now, trying to convince herself that there was no way in hell that the only logical reason coming to mind could, in fact, be the reason why. She'd been in denial, even since she missed a period, because now was so not the time for this. Of course, when she was with Mike, the thought had crossed her mind that they might have a family someday, but since ending things with him, that hadn't really been where her mind was anymore.
It was bad enough that she was terrified that she was pregnant, but then there was the whole different twist to things that was the person that had to be the father if she was. She would be too far along for it to be Puck's, which she should probably be thanking her lucky stars for, given the awkward that could come from that. But there was an entirely different side to things that had her head in a spin. When she'd hooked up, and had what she had to admit was really good sex, it had turned into the shock of her life. It was a lot of fun, but she'd woken up the next morning to find herself in bed with Sebastian Smyth, the guy who'd tried to steal Mike from her, and who, at last account, was gay. And yet, from the sex they'd had, it wasn't as if he'd been some guy who'd never touched a tit before, and she had spent a day or two trying to wrap her mind around it before tossing out the phone number he'd given her and trying to forget about it.
But now there was the whole thing with being almost certain that she was pregnant. And of all the godawful coincidences, right as she stood in front of the toothpaste, trying to will herself to go pick up a pregnancy test, the one-night stand himself came around the corner. But as he waved at her, looking shy and awkward, it threw her off a little. Sebastian Smyth had been the bane of her existence back in high school, and she'd seen his smug, smarmy face far more times than she would've liked. But this... This wasn't smug or smarmy. More like shy and almost embarrassed, and she was at a loss. Not to mention the fact that he acted as if he had only recently met her... Not like the guy who'd actively tried to steal her boyfriend, and known full well who she was at the time. "I'm fine," she bit off shortly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I had no idea you were... in Miami, now." She didn't know what stopped her from saying into girls or something similar, but there was something in the guy's demeanor that just... almost... made her feel sorry for him. "Did you need something?" she finally asked. She was in a bad enough mood, and the less time he hung around, the better it would probably be.
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It was bad enough that she was terrified that she was pregnant, but then there was the whole different twist to things that was the person that had to be the father if she was. She would be too far along for it to be Puck's, which she should probably be thanking her lucky stars for, given the awkward that could come from that. But there was an entirely different side to things that had her head in a spin. When she'd hooked up, and had what she had to admit was really good sex, it had turned into the shock of her life. It was a lot of fun, but she'd woken up the next morning to find herself in bed with Sebastian Smyth, the guy who'd tried to steal Mike from her, and who, at last account, was gay. And yet, from the sex they'd had, it wasn't as if he'd been some guy who'd never touched a tit before, and she had spent a day or two trying to wrap her mind around it before tossing out the phone number he'd given her and trying to forget about it.
But now there was the whole thing with being almost certain that she was pregnant. And of all the godawful coincidences, right as she stood in front of the toothpaste, trying to will herself to go pick up a pregnancy test, the one-night stand himself came around the corner. But as he waved at her, looking shy and awkward, it threw her off a little. Sebastian Smyth had been the bane of her existence back in high school, and she'd seen his smug, smarmy face far more times than she would've liked. But this... This wasn't smug or smarmy. More like shy and almost embarrassed, and she was at a loss. Not to mention the fact that he acted as if he had only recently met her... Not like the guy who'd actively tried to steal her boyfriend, and known full well who she was at the time. "I'm fine," she bit off shortly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I had no idea you were... in Miami, now." She didn't know what stopped her from saying into girls or something similar, but there was something in the guy's demeanor that just... almost... made her feel sorry for him. "Did you need something?" she finally asked. She was in a bad enough mood, and the less time he hung around, the better it would probably be.