fic: we make plans (they never work out right) 6e/9
Title: We Make Plans (They Never Work Out Right)
Author: takeanotherturn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2500+
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: genderswap, het sex
Summary: Getting knocked up at sixteen by the biggest gleek in the school was not a part of Quinn Fabray's plans.
A/N: Click here to vote for what Quinn and Ryan should name the baby
The weekend had been a decidedly awkward affair with Quinn hiding away in Ryan's room for the majority of it in an effort to avoid his fathers and their judgmental looks.
It had gotten a little better when Leroy had taken her aside and told her that they didn't hate her -at least he didn't, Hiram would take a little more time to come around.- they were just understandably worried about how all this was going to affect Ryan's future. He'd been infinitely relieved when Quinn assured him that she complete agreed with their concerns and that they wouldn't be keeping the baby.
“Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this?” Ryan asked as they approached the main doors to McKinley High, hand in hand.
“I'm sure, just stay with me,” Quinn replied, tightening her grip on his hand. It was Monday and they were about to face their final challenge; coming out as a couple to the entire school, and she didn't know if she had the strength to do it without him by her side.
The bewildered looks they got from the students they passed by as they walked to Quinn's locker to collect her books -which Ryan then dutifully carried for her, of course- were priceless and a far cry from the looks of scorn and disgust that Quinn had been expecting. To be honest it was a relief, but Quinn knew that they weren't out of the woods just yet and their friends would be having a much different reaction.
They were at Ryan's locker, he'd just opened it to get his things out when he spotted Karofsky and Azimio heading in their direction. He took a step away from Quinn, so she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire, and squeezed his eyes shut in expectation of his regular morning slushie facial. He was very confused when it never came.
“Relax, kid,” he heard Azimio say. Ryan cautiously opened his eyes. “We ain't going to hurt you. We just wanted to shake the hand of the man that managed to get past Quinn Fabray's chastity belt.”
“Yeah, we knew that Hudson wasn't man enough to knock her up,” Karofsky added as they both extended their hands towards Ryan. “You must be cooler than we thought.”
Ryan opened his mouth, intending to defend Quinn's honor, but quickly snapped it shut again when he felt Quinn's elbow dig into his ribs. He looked to her, frowning in confusion when she jerked her head towards the two jocks, clearly indicating that he should shake their hands.
So he did, trying to not grimace at the feel of their sweaty palms touching his. “Thank you?”
Azimio smirked and nodded at him, then turned to Quinn. “Listen, Fabray, sorry about the whole slushie shower thing,” he apologized, looking genuinely contrite. “You know it was totally about Hudson and not you but still, we know it wasn't cool to slushie a pregnant chick. It won't happen again.”
Karofsky nodded in agreement and Quinn realized that these guys weren't monsters, just assholes. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“It's cool.” Azimio shrugged, it wasn't that big of a deal. There were plenty of other losers in the school more deserving of their 'special attention' than Fabray and Berry. Speaking of which... “Anyways, we gotta go toss Hummel in a dumpster. Respect, Berry,” he said, holding his fist out for Ryan to bump.
Ryan just stared at it in confusion until Quinn grabbed his hand, curled it into a fist and bumped it against Azimio's and then Karofsky's.
“What was that about?” Ryan asked, dumbfounded, once his former tormentors had departed.
Quinn looked around the hall, a smirk appearing on her face as she surveyed the now cautiously approving looks on their peers' faces. As their former ruler, she had developed a highly tuned ability to read public opinion that being dethroned hadn't diminished.
Finn had been the star quarterback, the most popular boy in school, getting Quinn pregnant had changed that, dragging him down the social totem pole; even being the captain of the football team hadn't stopped him from falling below the puckheads on the hockey team. But now it seemed to be having the opposite effect on Ryan. It made a sick sort of sense, she supposed. In their eyes, someone they all considered to be one of the biggest geeks in the school had not only managed to steal the head cheerleader away from her equally popular boyfriend but got her to betray her vow of chastity and get her pregnant; that's got to have them all reassessing their view of him.
“I'm not sure yet,” she said slowly, not wanting to get Ryan's hopes up. “But I have a feeling that today is going to be very interesting.”
-
“Jesus, Q, you're eating for two, not six,” Santana sneered as she cut in next to Quinn in the lunch line, ignoring the disgruntled complaints for the teenagers behind her.
Quinn just sighed and continued to pile tater tots onto her plate. She'd been doing so well at avoiding her fellow glee clubbers all day and it just had to be her luck that Ryan had disappeared, claiming that there was something really important that he had to take care of, only minutes earlier leaving her to fend for herself against Santana.
Paying for her lunch, Quinn headed for the nearest empty table, hoping that Santana would take the hint that she did not feel like talking to her and leave her alone.
Unfortunately, Santana had never had much consideration for Quinn's feelings and followed her to her seat. “So Berry's packing, right?” she asked casually, as though she was asking if the sky was blue.
Quinn nearly dropped her tray. “Excuse me?”
“Is he hung?” Santana said slowly, drawing out each word. “Britt and I have a bet going on about it. She thinks he's just small all over because he's so short but I've seen that boy's feet and hands, they're huge.”
Quinn just gaped at her. “I am not going to talk to you about my boyfriend's thing,” she hissed, the tips of her ears turning red.
“Thing?” Santana chuckled, she'd always found Quinn's prudishness so amusing. The only reason she ever went to those stupid Christ Crusader meetings was to laugh at her and her ridiculously old fashioned beliefs. “It's a penis. A dick. A cock. A -”
“Santana, shut up!” Quinn growled. Did she not realize that other people could hear her right now? By now Quinn's red ears had turned into a full body blush. “I know what it is, alright. For God's sake.”
Santana smirked. “Oh, I'm sure you're very familiar with it.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you aren't fooling anyone with your little innocent, blushing, almost a virgin act. Not when you're coming into class every day with JBF hair and blowjob lips.”
“JBF hair?”
“Really, Q, are you Amish or something? Just Been Fucked hair,” she explained, impatiently. “Now back to Berry's thing, how big is it when he's hard?”
“I don't know,” said Quinn, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and giving serious thought to just abandoning her lunch and making a run for it. She may have loved having sex but that didn't mean that she liked to talk about it. “Big.”
“Yeah, okay, Virgin Mary, sorry if I don't take your word for it. I need specifics. Is it five inches? Six?”
“How would I know?” Quinn grimaced. “It's not like we've measured it.”
“Maybe you haven't,” Santana mumbled to herself. Ryan Berry may have been a total freak but she knew for a fact that there wasn't a teenage boy alive that hadn't held his dick up against a ruler at least once. Time to break out the visual aids, she thought, snatching the plastic knife from Quinn's tray and holding it up to establish a precedent. “Is it this long?”
“Longer,” Quinn muttered, realizing that the only way to get Santana to go away was to give her what she wanted.
Santana raised an eyebrow. “How much longer?”
Blushing furiously, Quinn grabbed the knife back from her former squad mate and used her hands to indicate Ryan's length.
“Seven inches,” Santana estimated, sounding impressed. “Nice. And he's Jewish so I'm assuming it's cut. What about girth? He doesn't have one of those skinny pencil dicks, does he? Because those are gross, Billy Myer has one and-”
Quinn slammed her palms down on the table. “Go away, Santana! I've told you everything you need to know.”
Santana rolled her eyes again -she was glad that she didn't have to spend much time with Quinn anymore now that she wasn't on the Cheerios, otherwise she might develop permanent eye strain or something.- and stood up, poaching a tot from Quinn's plate as she did. She popped it in her mouth and grinned at Quinn's look of murderous outrage.
“I just want to say, for the record, I'm glad that your spawn isn't Finn's. Otherwise you'd be pregnant forever since that kid would be too dumb to even find it's way outta your uterus. At least Berry's got brains.”
Coming from Santana, Quinn knew that it was the closest she was ever going to get to her seal of approval.
-
That afternoon Quinn and Ryan approached the choir room with trepidation. They'd managed to successfully avoid Finn for the entire day, Quinn had even skipped Spanish to escape a confrontation with him but in Glee there'd be no way to avoid it. A fight would be inevitable.
“Maybe it would be better if we skipped Glee today,” Quinn suggested, tugging Ryan to a stop. “I mean, it's not like we're going to miss anything important.”
Ryan smiled gently, settling his hands on her hips and resting his forehead against hers. “Quinn, ignoring the problem isn't going to make it go away,” he all but whispered. “We need to confront this head on.”
That was easy for him to say, he didn't know that after Quinn had broken up with him, Finn had gone around to Puck's house and punched him in the face, still believing him to be the baby's father. Now Puck was sporting a wicked black eye and if Finn could do that to his best friend, she was terrified by what he would do to Ryan.
“Come on,” Ryan urged, sliding his arm around her waist to guide her towards their fate. “This is it, the one last thing we need to do before we can move past all this.”
He was right. Facing up to the glee club and Finn was their final hurdle, after that they'd be free. “Yeah, no point in waiting, I guess.” If it didn't happen today, it would happen tomorrow.
They were ten minutes early to practice -Ryan always liked to be the first one there so he could warm up properly- so they'd been expecting the choir room to be empty. They certainly hadn't anticipated that they'd be the last ones to arrive.
A hush fell over the entire glee club, obviously they'd been talking about them. Kurt and Mercedes immediately moved closer together and began munching on a bag of popcorn Mercedes had apparently produced out of thin air, while Santana and Brittany whipped their phones out, determined not to let Sue Sylvester down by not recording a second of the drama that was sure to follow.
“Him!” Finn shouted, springing up from his seat and kicking the chair away. “Out of all the guys in the school that you could have cheated on me with you chose this loser?”
“He's not a loser!” Quinn spat back defensively. She made sure to position herself in between Ryan and Finn's overgrown body. Finn may have been in a rage but she was about seventy percent sure that he wouldn't try to push past a pregnant girl.
“Quinn, it's Ryan Berry!”
“I know who he is! And my boyfriend is not a loser, he's ten times the man that you'll ever be.”
“He broke the bro code!” Finn yelled petulantly, tears welling in his eyes. “You were mine and he stole you from me.”
“While I disagree with the way that you are acting as though Quinn is nothing but a piece of property, incapable of controlling her own actions and making her own decisions,” Ryan said calmly, stepping around Quinn until he was standing nose to nose -or well, more like nose to chin- with Finn. “I do understand that I committed a grievous social error, or as you refer to it broke the bro code, by conducting an affair with her behind your back and for that I apologize. As retribution you may, if you wish, hit me. If you could please just try to avoid my nose.”
Of course, Finn being the mature, level headed, rational young adult that he was, immediately pulled his fist back and popped Ryan straight in the nose.
“Finn!” Quinn shrieked, launching herself at him and pounding her fists against the manchild's chest as hard as she could. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
“Quinn, that's enough!” Mr Schuester said firmly, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her her off his golden boy who was cowering pathetically under her wrath.
“Enough? Now it's enough? It wasn't enough before Finn punched Ryan in the nose?” Quinn raged, violently shrugging her useless teachers hands off her. She glared at him for a moment before turning around and going to check on Ryan who was leaning back against the piano, his head tilted back as he cupped his nose to try and stop the blood that was dribbling down his chin.
“Oh baby,” she cooed, gingerly caressing his face. “Look what he did to you.”
Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina all turned to each other and mouthed “Baby?” in unison. This was not the Quinn Fabray that they all knew and lo...well, knew.
“Quinn, maybe you should take Ryan to see the nurse,” Schuester suggested, hugging a sobbing Finn.
Quinn just rolled her eyes at the display. Really? REALLY!?! “That's probably the most useful idea you've had all day.”
-
Quinn still couldn't believe that Finn had actually hit Ryan in the nose when Ryan had specifically asked him not to. She knew that he was hurting and all but that was just plain childish.
They were in the nurses office -not that she'd been much help, she'd just stuffed cotton balls up Ryan's nose to keep it from bleeding everywhere and told them to put some ice on it before disappearing- and Quinn was perched precariously on Ryan's knee, his arm around her waist held her steady as she held an ice pack to his face. Quinn sighed and pulled back the ice pack to inspect his injured nose.
“Am I horribly disfigured?” Ryan asked, looking up at her with sad puppy eyes.
How could anybody want to hit him? Finn is such an ass. “Not anymore than you were before,” she teased, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, careful to avoid the more tender areas of his face. “I think that it's okay, only a little swollen, definitely not broken.”
Ryan sniffed as pulled the cotton plugs from his nostrils and gave his nose an experimental wiggle. Quinn couldn't help but giggle at the adorable sight. He looked like Samantha from Bewitched.
“Good,” he announced, pleased with the result. There'd only been a minor twinge of pain, he imagined if there was any serious damage it would've hurt a lot more. “I'd hate for this to ruin our plans for this evening. Still, I think I should schedule an appointment with Dr. Zammet for tomorrow just in case; he's my ear, nose and throat specialist.”
“Wait, we have plans for tonight?” Quinn asked. This was the first she was hearing of them.
“Yes, I thought that if since we're going to be living together I really should take you out on at least one date. But only if you feel up to it, this has been a very stressful day for you. I'll understand if-”
“Shhh, I'm not the one that got punched in the face,” she reminded him. “Is this why you disappeared during lunch? You were setting up our date?”
Ryan nodded and looked away bashfully. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Quinn smiled lovingly at him and leaned in to gently peck him on the lips. “Like I said, you're perfect.”
“So that's a yes to the date then?”
“Yes, that's a yes.”
Author: takeanotherturn
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2500+
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: genderswap, het sex
Summary: Getting knocked up at sixteen by the biggest gleek in the school was not a part of Quinn Fabray's plans.
A/N: Click here to vote for what Quinn and Ryan should name the baby
The weekend had been a decidedly awkward affair with Quinn hiding away in Ryan's room for the majority of it in an effort to avoid his fathers and their judgmental looks.
It had gotten a little better when Leroy had taken her aside and told her that they didn't hate her -at least he didn't, Hiram would take a little more time to come around.- they were just understandably worried about how all this was going to affect Ryan's future. He'd been infinitely relieved when Quinn assured him that she complete agreed with their concerns and that they wouldn't be keeping the baby.
“Are you absolutely sure that you want to do this?” Ryan asked as they approached the main doors to McKinley High, hand in hand.
“I'm sure, just stay with me,” Quinn replied, tightening her grip on his hand. It was Monday and they were about to face their final challenge; coming out as a couple to the entire school, and she didn't know if she had the strength to do it without him by her side.
The bewildered looks they got from the students they passed by as they walked to Quinn's locker to collect her books -which Ryan then dutifully carried for her, of course- were priceless and a far cry from the looks of scorn and disgust that Quinn had been expecting. To be honest it was a relief, but Quinn knew that they weren't out of the woods just yet and their friends would be having a much different reaction.
They were at Ryan's locker, he'd just opened it to get his things out when he spotted Karofsky and Azimio heading in their direction. He took a step away from Quinn, so she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire, and squeezed his eyes shut in expectation of his regular morning slushie facial. He was very confused when it never came.
“Relax, kid,” he heard Azimio say. Ryan cautiously opened his eyes. “We ain't going to hurt you. We just wanted to shake the hand of the man that managed to get past Quinn Fabray's chastity belt.”
“Yeah, we knew that Hudson wasn't man enough to knock her up,” Karofsky added as they both extended their hands towards Ryan. “You must be cooler than we thought.”
Ryan opened his mouth, intending to defend Quinn's honor, but quickly snapped it shut again when he felt Quinn's elbow dig into his ribs. He looked to her, frowning in confusion when she jerked her head towards the two jocks, clearly indicating that he should shake their hands.
So he did, trying to not grimace at the feel of their sweaty palms touching his. “Thank you?”
Azimio smirked and nodded at him, then turned to Quinn. “Listen, Fabray, sorry about the whole slushie shower thing,” he apologized, looking genuinely contrite. “You know it was totally about Hudson and not you but still, we know it wasn't cool to slushie a pregnant chick. It won't happen again.”
Karofsky nodded in agreement and Quinn realized that these guys weren't monsters, just assholes. “Thanks, I appreciate that.”
“It's cool.” Azimio shrugged, it wasn't that big of a deal. There were plenty of other losers in the school more deserving of their 'special attention' than Fabray and Berry. Speaking of which... “Anyways, we gotta go toss Hummel in a dumpster. Respect, Berry,” he said, holding his fist out for Ryan to bump.
Ryan just stared at it in confusion until Quinn grabbed his hand, curled it into a fist and bumped it against Azimio's and then Karofsky's.
“What was that about?” Ryan asked, dumbfounded, once his former tormentors had departed.
Quinn looked around the hall, a smirk appearing on her face as she surveyed the now cautiously approving looks on their peers' faces. As their former ruler, she had developed a highly tuned ability to read public opinion that being dethroned hadn't diminished.
Finn had been the star quarterback, the most popular boy in school, getting Quinn pregnant had changed that, dragging him down the social totem pole; even being the captain of the football team hadn't stopped him from falling below the puckheads on the hockey team. But now it seemed to be having the opposite effect on Ryan. It made a sick sort of sense, she supposed. In their eyes, someone they all considered to be one of the biggest geeks in the school had not only managed to steal the head cheerleader away from her equally popular boyfriend but got her to betray her vow of chastity and get her pregnant; that's got to have them all reassessing their view of him.
“I'm not sure yet,” she said slowly, not wanting to get Ryan's hopes up. “But I have a feeling that today is going to be very interesting.”
-
“Jesus, Q, you're eating for two, not six,” Santana sneered as she cut in next to Quinn in the lunch line, ignoring the disgruntled complaints for the teenagers behind her.
Quinn just sighed and continued to pile tater tots onto her plate. She'd been doing so well at avoiding her fellow glee clubbers all day and it just had to be her luck that Ryan had disappeared, claiming that there was something really important that he had to take care of, only minutes earlier leaving her to fend for herself against Santana.
Paying for her lunch, Quinn headed for the nearest empty table, hoping that Santana would take the hint that she did not feel like talking to her and leave her alone.
Unfortunately, Santana had never had much consideration for Quinn's feelings and followed her to her seat. “So Berry's packing, right?” she asked casually, as though she was asking if the sky was blue.
Quinn nearly dropped her tray. “Excuse me?”
“Is he hung?” Santana said slowly, drawing out each word. “Britt and I have a bet going on about it. She thinks he's just small all over because he's so short but I've seen that boy's feet and hands, they're huge.”
Quinn just gaped at her. “I am not going to talk to you about my boyfriend's thing,” she hissed, the tips of her ears turning red.
“Thing?” Santana chuckled, she'd always found Quinn's prudishness so amusing. The only reason she ever went to those stupid Christ Crusader meetings was to laugh at her and her ridiculously old fashioned beliefs. “It's a penis. A dick. A cock. A -”
“Santana, shut up!” Quinn growled. Did she not realize that other people could hear her right now? By now Quinn's red ears had turned into a full body blush. “I know what it is, alright. For God's sake.”
Santana smirked. “Oh, I'm sure you're very familiar with it.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you aren't fooling anyone with your little innocent, blushing, almost a virgin act. Not when you're coming into class every day with JBF hair and blowjob lips.”
“JBF hair?”
“Really, Q, are you Amish or something? Just Been Fucked hair,” she explained, impatiently. “Now back to Berry's thing, how big is it when he's hard?”
“I don't know,” said Quinn, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and giving serious thought to just abandoning her lunch and making a run for it. She may have loved having sex but that didn't mean that she liked to talk about it. “Big.”
“Yeah, okay, Virgin Mary, sorry if I don't take your word for it. I need specifics. Is it five inches? Six?”
“How would I know?” Quinn grimaced. “It's not like we've measured it.”
“Maybe you haven't,” Santana mumbled to herself. Ryan Berry may have been a total freak but she knew for a fact that there wasn't a teenage boy alive that hadn't held his dick up against a ruler at least once. Time to break out the visual aids, she thought, snatching the plastic knife from Quinn's tray and holding it up to establish a precedent. “Is it this long?”
“Longer,” Quinn muttered, realizing that the only way to get Santana to go away was to give her what she wanted.
Santana raised an eyebrow. “How much longer?”
Blushing furiously, Quinn grabbed the knife back from her former squad mate and used her hands to indicate Ryan's length.
“Seven inches,” Santana estimated, sounding impressed. “Nice. And he's Jewish so I'm assuming it's cut. What about girth? He doesn't have one of those skinny pencil dicks, does he? Because those are gross, Billy Myer has one and-”
Quinn slammed her palms down on the table. “Go away, Santana! I've told you everything you need to know.”
Santana rolled her eyes again -she was glad that she didn't have to spend much time with Quinn anymore now that she wasn't on the Cheerios, otherwise she might develop permanent eye strain or something.- and stood up, poaching a tot from Quinn's plate as she did. She popped it in her mouth and grinned at Quinn's look of murderous outrage.
“I just want to say, for the record, I'm glad that your spawn isn't Finn's. Otherwise you'd be pregnant forever since that kid would be too dumb to even find it's way outta your uterus. At least Berry's got brains.”
Coming from Santana, Quinn knew that it was the closest she was ever going to get to her seal of approval.
-
That afternoon Quinn and Ryan approached the choir room with trepidation. They'd managed to successfully avoid Finn for the entire day, Quinn had even skipped Spanish to escape a confrontation with him but in Glee there'd be no way to avoid it. A fight would be inevitable.
“Maybe it would be better if we skipped Glee today,” Quinn suggested, tugging Ryan to a stop. “I mean, it's not like we're going to miss anything important.”
Ryan smiled gently, settling his hands on her hips and resting his forehead against hers. “Quinn, ignoring the problem isn't going to make it go away,” he all but whispered. “We need to confront this head on.”
That was easy for him to say, he didn't know that after Quinn had broken up with him, Finn had gone around to Puck's house and punched him in the face, still believing him to be the baby's father. Now Puck was sporting a wicked black eye and if Finn could do that to his best friend, she was terrified by what he would do to Ryan.
“Come on,” Ryan urged, sliding his arm around her waist to guide her towards their fate. “This is it, the one last thing we need to do before we can move past all this.”
He was right. Facing up to the glee club and Finn was their final hurdle, after that they'd be free. “Yeah, no point in waiting, I guess.” If it didn't happen today, it would happen tomorrow.
They were ten minutes early to practice -Ryan always liked to be the first one there so he could warm up properly- so they'd been expecting the choir room to be empty. They certainly hadn't anticipated that they'd be the last ones to arrive.
A hush fell over the entire glee club, obviously they'd been talking about them. Kurt and Mercedes immediately moved closer together and began munching on a bag of popcorn Mercedes had apparently produced out of thin air, while Santana and Brittany whipped their phones out, determined not to let Sue Sylvester down by not recording a second of the drama that was sure to follow.
“Him!” Finn shouted, springing up from his seat and kicking the chair away. “Out of all the guys in the school that you could have cheated on me with you chose this loser?”
“He's not a loser!” Quinn spat back defensively. She made sure to position herself in between Ryan and Finn's overgrown body. Finn may have been in a rage but she was about seventy percent sure that he wouldn't try to push past a pregnant girl.
“Quinn, it's Ryan Berry!”
“I know who he is! And my boyfriend is not a loser, he's ten times the man that you'll ever be.”
“He broke the bro code!” Finn yelled petulantly, tears welling in his eyes. “You were mine and he stole you from me.”
“While I disagree with the way that you are acting as though Quinn is nothing but a piece of property, incapable of controlling her own actions and making her own decisions,” Ryan said calmly, stepping around Quinn until he was standing nose to nose -or well, more like nose to chin- with Finn. “I do understand that I committed a grievous social error, or as you refer to it broke the bro code, by conducting an affair with her behind your back and for that I apologize. As retribution you may, if you wish, hit me. If you could please just try to avoid my nose.”
Of course, Finn being the mature, level headed, rational young adult that he was, immediately pulled his fist back and popped Ryan straight in the nose.
“Finn!” Quinn shrieked, launching herself at him and pounding her fists against the manchild's chest as hard as she could. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
“Quinn, that's enough!” Mr Schuester said firmly, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her her off his golden boy who was cowering pathetically under her wrath.
“Enough? Now it's enough? It wasn't enough before Finn punched Ryan in the nose?” Quinn raged, violently shrugging her useless teachers hands off her. She glared at him for a moment before turning around and going to check on Ryan who was leaning back against the piano, his head tilted back as he cupped his nose to try and stop the blood that was dribbling down his chin.
“Oh baby,” she cooed, gingerly caressing his face. “Look what he did to you.”
Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina all turned to each other and mouthed “Baby?” in unison. This was not the Quinn Fabray that they all knew and lo...well, knew.
“Quinn, maybe you should take Ryan to see the nurse,” Schuester suggested, hugging a sobbing Finn.
Quinn just rolled her eyes at the display. Really? REALLY!?! “That's probably the most useful idea you've had all day.”
-
Quinn still couldn't believe that Finn had actually hit Ryan in the nose when Ryan had specifically asked him not to. She knew that he was hurting and all but that was just plain childish.
They were in the nurses office -not that she'd been much help, she'd just stuffed cotton balls up Ryan's nose to keep it from bleeding everywhere and told them to put some ice on it before disappearing- and Quinn was perched precariously on Ryan's knee, his arm around her waist held her steady as she held an ice pack to his face. Quinn sighed and pulled back the ice pack to inspect his injured nose.
“Am I horribly disfigured?” Ryan asked, looking up at her with sad puppy eyes.
How could anybody want to hit him? Finn is such an ass. “Not anymore than you were before,” she teased, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, careful to avoid the more tender areas of his face. “I think that it's okay, only a little swollen, definitely not broken.”
Ryan sniffed as pulled the cotton plugs from his nostrils and gave his nose an experimental wiggle. Quinn couldn't help but giggle at the adorable sight. He looked like Samantha from Bewitched.
“Good,” he announced, pleased with the result. There'd only been a minor twinge of pain, he imagined if there was any serious damage it would've hurt a lot more. “I'd hate for this to ruin our plans for this evening. Still, I think I should schedule an appointment with Dr. Zammet for tomorrow just in case; he's my ear, nose and throat specialist.”
“Wait, we have plans for tonight?” Quinn asked. This was the first she was hearing of them.
“Yes, I thought that if since we're going to be living together I really should take you out on at least one date. But only if you feel up to it, this has been a very stressful day for you. I'll understand if-”
“Shhh, I'm not the one that got punched in the face,” she reminded him. “Is this why you disappeared during lunch? You were setting up our date?”
Ryan nodded and looked away bashfully. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”
Quinn smiled lovingly at him and leaned in to gently peck him on the lips. “Like I said, you're perfect.”
“So that's a yes to the date then?”
“Yes, that's a yes.”