There was certainly a part of Quinn that knew without a doubt that she was being a total bitch. It wasn't like she was trying to be, but then she never wanted to be one of those girls who blamed being pregnant for everything ever. I can be a bitch, I'm pregnant! wasn't exactly the fall-back she was going for here. She sighed heavily, looking from Kurt to Mercedes, feeling awful for the whole thing, but then she was on edge again, and very much on her guard. She couldn't just blurt out the truth, could she? Although, on the other hand, she supposed it did kind of have to come out at some point if she chose to keep the baby, considering that she shared this house with four other people who deserved to be considered in the whole process. But she just wasn't ready for that yet. It was more than she wanted to even have to think about herself, much less discuss with anyone else. So instead of telling the truth, which she very well should have been doing, she planted her own hands on her own hips and stared them both down, silently for the time being, and with an almost nervous edge hanging around things that she couldn't quite keep under control.

Once she was sure she'd set her bitch glare pretty well, she turned to Kurt, and started to open her mouth to say something back to him. But then she was looking at him, and despite the no-nonsense bitch tone he took with her, she couldn't help noticing how much healthier he looked than he had before, and she knew that a great deal of that was owing to Blaine. So why the hell couldn't she just be grateful? Because her toe fucking hurt, and she felt sick to her stomach, and she was fucking hungry at the same time, and she was just uncomfortable and pissed off! Everyone was entitled to that, right? It wasn't out of line to be pissed off at people leaving their shit lying around where other people could get hurt, right?! Right. "Well, I'm fucking sorry that I'm such a pain in the ass inconveniencing you this way. Maybe I should've just stayed at the old apartment or gotten a place of my own and it would've made things so much easier for all of you!" Whoooooaaaaa, Quinn... Even she knew that she was going way too far over the passive-aggressive line, and she needed to back the hell on up. But before she got as far as an apology, one that she really did want to give, her words were catching in her throat, and she was giving a panicked look from Mercedes to Kurt. What if she'd really done it now? What if she'd pushed it too far, and now they wouldn't want to live with her? What if nobody wanted her ever? Who would if she managed to make even her fag and her best friend want her to leave?