Quinn felt sick for a whole different reason now. Not that Jeremy didn't have the right to be freaked out or panicky about this, because it was a huge thing -- huge and scary -- to realize you'd (at least probably) created a life with someone you barely knew. She couldn't judge him for that, but at the same time, she had to hope that this was only because he was panicked about the whole thing, and that he wouldn't end up being so freaked that he just shoved it all off. She just couldn't see that being the case with him, even if she didn't know him well enough to make that call with one-hundred percent certainty by any means. Still, she'd thrown up on the poor guy, then dropped this bomb on him, and he was still here for the moment. She had to admire him for that much. It was horrible, though, giving someone news like that. She really did feel like a terrible person for this whole situation, but in the end, she was no more at fault than he was. It was kind of a joint effort that led to her being quite probably knocked up. It wasn't as if she'd stolen his sperm when he wasn't looking.
Shaking her head quickly, Quinn held up a hand just ever so slightly. "No. I'm not sure yet. That's why I came to get the test. I think I am. I'm... I'm pretty sure I am. I'm way late. At first I thought... I thought it was just stress from what's going on with Kurt, but it should've worked itself out by now. It's not... It's not a bad taco, Jeremy. That would explain the sick, but not the rest." Shit, this was horrible. She really shouldn't have dropped this bomb on him until she knew for sure, but she had no idea what else she was supposed to do in this particular situation. There really was no right or wrong way to do this... It just had to be done. And the ripping off of the bandaid was the best option she could see. "I'm really sorry," she said quietly, shaking her head. "This wasn't what I wanted, and it certainly wasn't how I wanted to go about telling you. It just kind of happened this way. It... I honestly wasn't sure I was going to tell you when I thought you were Sebastian. But that's... I didn't know how to get in touch, anyway... I don't... God, what a mess." She paused for a moment, pulling herself together, before she met Jeremy's gaze with a look of firm resolve. "Okay. We need to get the test, and before we do any more worrying or panicking? We had better know for sure."
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Shaking her head quickly, Quinn held up a hand just ever so slightly. "No. I'm not sure yet. That's why I came to get the test. I think I am. I'm... I'm pretty sure I am. I'm way late. At first I thought... I thought it was just stress from what's going on with Kurt, but it should've worked itself out by now. It's not... It's not a bad taco, Jeremy. That would explain the sick, but not the rest." Shit, this was horrible. She really shouldn't have dropped this bomb on him until she knew for sure, but she had no idea what else she was supposed to do in this particular situation. There really was no right or wrong way to do this... It just had to be done. And the ripping off of the bandaid was the best option she could see. "I'm really sorry," she said quietly, shaking her head. "This wasn't what I wanted, and it certainly wasn't how I wanted to go about telling you. It just kind of happened this way. It... I honestly wasn't sure I was going to tell you when I thought you were Sebastian. But that's... I didn't know how to get in touch, anyway... I don't... God, what a mess." She paused for a moment, pulling herself together, before she met Jeremy's gaze with a look of firm resolve. "Okay. We need to get the test, and before we do any more worrying or panicking? We had better know for sure."