I swear I didn’t tell anybody else.
I know. I think the obvious baby bump and quitting the Cheerios and getting kicked out kind of gave it away.
Your religion has always been special to you so at least getting God to know should be something positive, right? I don’t know a lot about religion, but I heard praying a lot sometimes helps.
It does, and it’s nice to know that I’m being supported spiritually. Unfortunately, it can only help me so much in the rest of my life.
Who told them? Santana?
Finn told my parents. They kicked me out. Everyone else has kind of just figured it out and spread it around. I think my dad actually was the last person to know.
Don’t they have secret confessions where you can sit behind a wall?
Well, yeah, but saying “Hail Mary” isn’t going to make my parents proud of me again. Or make being pregnant at sixteen any easier.
But you know better than to succumb to teenage hormones. I mean I don’t want to hear details, but I’m sure Finn didn’t make you do anything. He’s way too sweet.
I don’t know, Britt… I mean, of course he didn’t, but it’s complicated and confusing.
Well you love Finn, don’t you? God understands love. Your parents should too.
I’m not sure God sees the baby as an act of love. More like teenage hormones. My parents definitely wouldn’t. They don’t think anyone my age can be in love.
Yeah you did. The baby can’t cheer.
I mean I never should’ve gotten pregnant. I should’ve shown more restraint and faithfulness- to God. I should’ve been smarter in my decisions. I should be helping the Cheerios prepare for Regionals right now, not preparing for show choir competitions under Rachel Berry and worrying about how my parents are going to act once they find out I’ve made them grandparents.
Well you should be. You left at the right time, Quinn.
I guess. I shouldn’t have had to leave in the first place.