"Oh, God, don't say pizza," Quinn groaned just a little, clutching at her belly as another wave of nausea hit, but this time, luckily, didn't lead to her being sick again. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't be bitching. I'm not the one who got thrown up on. And seriously, why are you being so sweet? You really, really don't have to. Not that I'm not glad you are, because if I had to throw up on someone, at least it was a nice someone who isn't making me feel even worse." God, the fact that he was so -- she was pretty sure the word was perfect -- was making this even more confusing for Quinn. When it had first hit her that she might be pregnant, her first thought had been that she would probably end up terminating. It wasn't meant as a slight against Sebastian, when she'd been sure he would be the father if she was. More the fact that she just didn't think she was at a place in her life where she could raise a baby alone. But then, here was Jeremy, and he'd kicked right into the TLC when she needed it, all the while, barely even knowing her beyond a one night stand and puking on him. And Quinn just couldn't shake the feeling that he was something very special... Someone that she could see herself wanting around for more than just a little while. But that was neither here nor there. She'd literally just met the guy... or at least, for the first time sober.

What she hadn't been expecting was for Jeremy to offer to make her purchase for her in the store. It was pretty much the moment of truth. Either she could lie about what she'd gone in to buy, drag this out further, and probably eventually have to tell Jeremy the truth anyway, or she could rip the band aid off now, and just spill it all. This poor guy was probably going to end up regretting even having gotten out of bed this morning if the truth were told, but Quinn couldn't just not tell him the truth, either. Swallowing hard, she addressed the last parts of what he said first. "I don't live that far away. My car is here, though. The heat wasn't helping with the feeling yuck earlier. I thought my stomach had settled though... Clearly I was wrong there. But no, you really, really don't have to go. In fact... If you're willing to risk the safety of your clothes, I'd really appreciate that ride home." So now was the time to speak now or forever (at least for now) hold her peace, and Quinn took a deep breath and a sip of the water he'd gotten her before she met his eye. "I... I was in the store because I needed... I needed a pregnancy test. I think... I think I'm... Oh, God, I sound like such a slut. But I'm not. I swear I'm really not a whore, I just..." This wasn't coming out the right way at all! He probably thought she was both a slut and a crazy person. "When we... I think..." Another deep breath to get her thoughts together, and Quinn met Jeremy's gaze again, trying to keep her shit together. "Jeremy, I think I'm pregnant, and if I am, you're the only person who could be... You know..." Quinn found herself praying to any deity that would listen that she hadn't just managed to screw this up even worse than she had in puking on him. Why couldn't she use her damned words?!