Jeremy Smyth (
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"It seems like you've mistaken me."
Who: Jeremy Smyth and Quinn Fabray
What: That awkward moment where she didn't call you back
Where: Publix, Miami
When: Early Saturday morning
Jeremy decided it was seriously too early in the morning on a Saturday to be grocery shopping. He was sort of aimlessly pushing his cart through the aisles without his brain really registering what he should be putting into it. The only reason he had volunteered his shopping services that early to start with was because Blaine had a near meltdown, superbitch style when he was up early to get ready for the drive to Jacksonville to pick Kurt up. After almost three months in the clinic, Kurt was finally being discharged after putting on a little weight and finding a regular eating and treatment regime that was working for him to be able to strive towards fighting the eating disorder once again. Blaine was nervous and excited about having Kurt released, especially considering that when they arrived back in Miami, they would begin hunting for a big house they could live together mutually with their friends. Jeremy figured Blaine was probably just a little worried that when push came to shove, the clinic would still keep Kurt after all. So he had been edgy and threw a bitchfit when he discovered that not only was he left without toilet paper (and stuck in the bathroom because of it to boot) but also out of Froot Loops and milk, he had yelled at Puck, Sebastian and Jeremy so Jeremy had quickly volunteered to run to the store to get said items.
Normally, Jeremy would still be asleep, but Blaine banging around the apartment had woken him up, so he had gotten up. He was lacking sleep, though, so he was hazy and groggy. He was just in the personal hygiene aisle near the toilet paper trying to remember what brand Blaine preferred when a text came through from Blaine telling him not to worry, that he was getting McDonalds for breakfast on his way to Jacksonville. At least Jeremy didn't have to rush now. He shrugged to himself and shoved his iPhone back in his pocket. Didn't matter to him either way. He was sort of in a funk himself lately, still looking for work and wondering exactly what sort of work he even wanted to do. He was qualified, but couldn't decide exactly what he wanted yet. He had been in a funk ever since he was dragged out by Puck and Sebastian to get drunk because he had been moping over the crap that happened in Paris. He ended up having a pretty cool one-night stand with a chick that seemed nice, albeit pretty damn drunk. Jeremy had given her his number that night, but she never called so it was a bit of a kick in his ego pants.
He grabbed the toilet paper that seemed like the best choice and tossed it into his cart before rounding into the next aisle where the toothpaste and stuff was. Which was when he nearly bumped right into said girl he had a one night stand with who was standing there looking seriously at the shelves in front of her. "Oh... uh, hey!" he said with a sort of awkward half-smile and a bit of a wave, then pushed his glasses back up his nose shyly. What the hell was he supposed to say in this situation. "H-How are you?"
What: That awkward moment where she didn't call you back
Where: Publix, Miami
When: Early Saturday morning
Jeremy decided it was seriously too early in the morning on a Saturday to be grocery shopping. He was sort of aimlessly pushing his cart through the aisles without his brain really registering what he should be putting into it. The only reason he had volunteered his shopping services that early to start with was because Blaine had a near meltdown, superbitch style when he was up early to get ready for the drive to Jacksonville to pick Kurt up. After almost three months in the clinic, Kurt was finally being discharged after putting on a little weight and finding a regular eating and treatment regime that was working for him to be able to strive towards fighting the eating disorder once again. Blaine was nervous and excited about having Kurt released, especially considering that when they arrived back in Miami, they would begin hunting for a big house they could live together mutually with their friends. Jeremy figured Blaine was probably just a little worried that when push came to shove, the clinic would still keep Kurt after all. So he had been edgy and threw a bitchfit when he discovered that not only was he left without toilet paper (and stuck in the bathroom because of it to boot) but also out of Froot Loops and milk, he had yelled at Puck, Sebastian and Jeremy so Jeremy had quickly volunteered to run to the store to get said items.
Normally, Jeremy would still be asleep, but Blaine banging around the apartment had woken him up, so he had gotten up. He was lacking sleep, though, so he was hazy and groggy. He was just in the personal hygiene aisle near the toilet paper trying to remember what brand Blaine preferred when a text came through from Blaine telling him not to worry, that he was getting McDonalds for breakfast on his way to Jacksonville. At least Jeremy didn't have to rush now. He shrugged to himself and shoved his iPhone back in his pocket. Didn't matter to him either way. He was sort of in a funk himself lately, still looking for work and wondering exactly what sort of work he even wanted to do. He was qualified, but couldn't decide exactly what he wanted yet. He had been in a funk ever since he was dragged out by Puck and Sebastian to get drunk because he had been moping over the crap that happened in Paris. He ended up having a pretty cool one-night stand with a chick that seemed nice, albeit pretty damn drunk. Jeremy had given her his number that night, but she never called so it was a bit of a kick in his ego pants.
He grabbed the toilet paper that seemed like the best choice and tossed it into his cart before rounding into the next aisle where the toothpaste and stuff was. Which was when he nearly bumped right into said girl he had a one night stand with who was standing there looking seriously at the shelves in front of her. "Oh... uh, hey!" he said with a sort of awkward half-smile and a bit of a wave, then pushed his glasses back up his nose shyly. What the hell was he supposed to say in this situation. "H-How are you?"
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He didn't mean the therapist in him to start coming to the forefront, but it was a distraction so he didn't have to analyse his own issues. Everyone else's were okay, but if he had to face his own, he was going to flip out. If Quinn turned out to be pregnant, it was going to set a cat amongst the pigeons in this whole scenario. He had heard that Blaine and Kurt were actually contemplating moving in together, along with Kurt's two room mates and Puck. With Jeremy and Sebastian as Blaine's brothers, that would mean he and Quinn were both firmly in this whole thing, whatever the result of that test would be. They just didn't realise how much they were connected until now, considering Quinn had been thinking he was Sebastian. "I mean, I'm sure you're really protective of him after everything, but I promise Blaine's intentions are absolutely 100% pure. He's a good old fashioned lover boy, and he's fallen head-over-heels for Kurt. Talks about him all the time, has Kurt's entire treatment and eating regime pinned to the fridge so he can text message him at the clinic to see how his meals go. He's studying Musical Therapy. He understands the desire to help people."
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She put up a hand to stop Jeremy's defense of Blaine. "Honey, you don't have to explain anything to me... I don't think Blaine has it in him to have less than pure intentions with Kurt. He's beautiful, too. There's just such an... an innocence and kindness to him that I love... I trust him with Kurt, which is saying a lot, because there aren't many people in this world that I can say that about. Blaine's perfect for Kurt, and Kurt's trying harder than ever to get better." She glanced at the photos of Kurt on the fridge for a few long moments, just thinking about the difference she'd seen in Kurt since he'd met Blaine. But after a few moments of standing there in a silence that, while still awkward, was less so than it had been previously... when the topic of conversation wasn't Blaine and Kurt. She glanced at her watch a few more times, before the time was finally there for the moment of truth. A truth she wasn't sure she was ready for, but truth just the same. Glancing sheepishly at Jeremy, she pointed at her watch. "Um... are you... ready for this?"
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When she asked that question of doom (in his humble opinion), he was shaking his head before his brain actually had time to rationally consider it. "Nope. But then, I don't think I would ever be, no matter how much time passed. Sorry. I'm just... I'm, like, toeing the starting line of my entire career and I sunk everything into college for years, and I was looking forward to starting work and helping out kids having a tough time. And I'm going to shut up because you don't need to hear my life story right now. I just never banked on my own kids being a factor in any of this. I have no idea how my family will react to it, and I know what I have to do, but that doesn't mean I'm ready for it. But it's life and we did what we did, so now we have to face the consequences, ready or not."
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"No..." she said softly, stepping just a little closer to him and giving his arm a warm squeeze. "Hey, listen... If this goes the way I'm kind of thinking it's going to go, we're going to have a lot more than just life stories to share. This is a huge mess, Jeremy. I get that. I'm in law school for Christ's sake. This isn't something that I was ever planning on dealing with at this stage in my life. I don't expect you to be all, 'Oh em gee, yay, baby!' right now. That's not... Neither of us would've wanted this to happen this way. Trust me, I thought if I ever got pregnant, it would all be planned, and with someone that I was married to, or well on my way to marrying anyway. This is just kind of the way the cookie crumbled, and we'll just have to figure out how to go with it as we go. That's really the only choice we have at this point. As much as that sucks, it's just the way it is."
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He just gave her a brief, faint smile but then just cleared his throat and pointed at the door. "You should just probably check the result out. No sense standing here planning anything in the future beyond the right now until we know what it says. For all you know, you've gotten off scot-free and all this worry is for nothing. At least the close shave will have been with me and not my gay twin, right?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood a little. On the flipside, if that test was positive, how the hell was he even going to begin to tell Sebastian? It was so far out of the realms of any situation he thought he would find himself in that he couldn't fathom Sebastian's response, especially considering Quinn's connections to Kurt, and therefore Blaine. Blaine, who happened to be BFFs to Tina, who happened to have quite the distinct history with Jeremy that was very much a big secret to this day that Jeremy had kept hush for her sake.
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She nodded quietly, not really able to speak without the sudden feeling that she very much just wanted to cry. There was no point in crying, though. Not until she knew for sure what was going on. So she moved away from where she'd been standing to talk to Jeremy, and made her way back to the bathroom where she'd left the test to wait the appropriate amount of time. She picked it up, and as her fingers wrapped around it, she found herself closing her eyes, delaying the inevitable just for one more second. But this was the moment of truth, and after a deep breath, she opened them, and flipped the test over to see the screen that said a single word, plain as day: PREGNANT. In all caps. As if Quinn needed the damn thing yelling the results at her. Her free hand came up to cover her mouth as she all but choked. She'd been hoping somehow, on some level, that this would all turn out to be a joke, but it wasn't. It wasn't a joke at all. And she was swallowing hard before she turned back around to go back to the living room and report the news to Jeremy. The test still clutched in her hand, she met his gaze, and when words weren't cooperating, she just gave him a single nod of her head.
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He paced a couple of times back and forth in the kitchen while he waited for her to come back from the bathroom. He chewed on his thumbnail, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and fighting the urge to call Sebastian just as moral support. Sebastian just wasn't ever the most subtle of choices for moral support, and Jeremy's only other real options were Santana (same boat as Sebastian as to subtlety), Blaine, who had his hands full with Kurt, and Puck, who was... yeah, not an option, really. Then Quinn was back and he could tell from the look on her face what the result was. But the nod did it. It seemed so finale and he felt dizzy, putting a hand up to his mouth. "Ohhhh god, I feel like I'm going to be sick," he said shakily, breaking out into a panicked sweat. How had this ended up happening to him?
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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.
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"Look, I'm really sorry we've gone and made a pretty epically stupid mistake. But a common one, and now we have to deal with it whether we like it or not. I just sort of need a bit of time to wrap my head around all this." Sometimes, he was lucky if his brain even functioned enough to get him to aim at the toilet properly, but that was very, very much a story for a completely different day. There was a time and a place, and this wasn't it. "I'm not going to leave you high and dry, though. We'll figure it out together once the initial shock as worn off. You should probably try to book a doctor's appointment or something, and just... let me know when you want to go and I'll come with you. We'll split all the bills on everything and try to make sure it's the least painful it needs to be," he resolved. Damn, he needed a Tylenol because he suddenly had one epic headache coming through.