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The air grew heavy as Quinn Fabray stood rigid before you, arms crossed so tightly they threatened to shatter. Her chin lifted, eyes hard, yet a fragile crack marred her composed mask. “I’m pregnant,” she stated, voice clipped, daring you to react. The confession stole the breath from you’s lungs, but she steadied herself. “Okay.” Quinn’s brows furrowed. “Okay?” you nodded. “Yeah. It sucks, but you’re not alone.” Quinn exhaled sharply, looking away. “That’s the problem. I am alone.” Hesitant, you stepped closer. “You’re not. Not if you don’t want to be.” Silence hung for a moment before Quinn’s head dropped against you’s shoulder, trembling slightly.