AN: Warning: I believe in a woman's right to her own body and this episode and the next will reflect that because I prefer realism over the Glee way of handling issues like that. If this is not something you want to read but still want to continue reading the story, send me a pm and I'll send you a summary. Nothing graphic in the episode though – just Quinn considering her options.

Also, in this universe, Carmel is a performing arts high school as well.

2x02: In Good Times, In Bad Times, I'll be on your Side.

Previously on NYADA – Sophomore Year. Kurt and Finn were sulking because Blaine was away singing at Six Flags and Rachel was sort of dating Jesse St. James after meeting him at theater camp until Quinn, Santana and Brittany came to town and made things more interesting. After having his advances rejected by Blaine one time too many they had an honest talk about the current state of their relationship and Blaine agreed not to make decisions for Kurt anymore. Unfortunately, Finn didn't have Blaine's restraint and had a drunken hook up with Quinn at Puck's end of summer party, leaving a lasting impression. And that's what you missed on NYADA – Sophomore Year.

At the end of August, Kurt's finally back in New York and he and Jeff decorate their new dorm room on the second floor. Jeff immediately eyes the window in distaste but when Kurt tells him about the key Blaine inherited from Wes, he declares him his best friend in the whole world.

He pretends to be offended for a moment but collapses laughing on his face when Jeff's face actually ends up looking like that of a kicked puppy.

"It's not my fault my girlfriend can't carry a tune and doesn't go to school with us here," Jeff pouts and Kurt's quick to assure him that he'll tell Blaine to help him out if he's late for curfew.

There isn't much going on yet the first few days back. Another boring school assembly and getting his schedule sorted out with the school's guidance counselor are actually the high lights of the first few days because Blaine is busy sorting out his own schedule to make sure he's on track for graduation in May and spending as much time as possible with David before his friend moves to Boston for college.

Luckily, his dad has nothing against him and Blaine going out Friday for an early movie and a late dinner and Kurt's really looking forward to it, because he hasn't seen his boyfriend all that much during summer break either.

He's been back at NYADA for five whole days and is getting ready for his date with Blaine when he gets a frantic phone call from Santana.

"Porcelain, you need to get your ass over hear stat. Bring ice cream." Kurt just rolls his eyes because for all he knows Santana, she may just have another nail emergency.

"I have a date Santana. Can't one of your girls do your nails?" he asks with a sigh, while discarding another shirt as too last season and too tight. Seems like his body finally decided to give him at least a little growth spurt.

Santana huffs on the other end. "This is important. So how long will it take you?"

Kurt's not ready to give up his date with Blaine – one he's been waiting for all week – unless he knows what's going on and why it's so important that he takes ice cream over to Santana this minute.

Before he can say anything else though, she speaks up again. "Please, Kurt. I wouldn't ask you to cancel on the hobbit if it weren't important." That makes him pause, because he can't remember a single time where she called him by his first name. He knows she doesn't give most people their nick names because she wants to be mean, rather because she cares, but to be called by his first name has to mean something – namely that something is seriously wrong.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he promises before slipping on a light jacket, pocketing his key, wallet and phone and heading outside to the little corner store across the street – one of the few places off campus he's allowed to go to without asking his dad first.

On his way, he pulls up his boyfriend's contact to call and cancel his date.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine answers cheerfully. "I'm not late, am I?" Kurt shakes his head before remembering Blaine can't see him.

"No, you're not. But that's not why I'm calling. Santana just called me because of some as of yet unknown emergency and if it's as serious as she sounded, I probably won't be able to make our date. I'm sorry," he rushes out while narrowly avoiding getting hit by a cab as he crosses the street.

"Don't worry. If your friends need you you've got to go. I understand. Just come up when you're done, okay," Blaine replies, ever the understanding boyfriend.

"Okay, love you." "I love you, too."

Once he's in the store he picks three different flavors of ice cream before paying and heading back to school. He just hopes Santana was indeed exaggerating and nothing too serious is going on.

Blaine flops back onto his bed after Kurt hangs up the phone. With Wes and David gone and his roommate out doing God knows what he's bored now that Kurt cancelled as well. Not that he'd ever be mad at his boyfriend for helping a friend in need. Kurt's big heart is one of the things he loves most about him after all.

Classes have officially started but the little homework he's been giving is long finished and before Vocal Explosion auditions next week it doesn't make sense to start planning a set list.

Before he starts reorganizing his bowties again out of sheer boredom, he rolls out of bed and dials Wes' number.

"Hey Blainers, what's up. Miss me already?" Wes answers the phone and Blaine can hear loud voices in the back.

"If this is a bad time?" he asks because he doesn't want to keep Wes from doing something more important.

"Just on my way to another freshmen orientation. I should have a few more minutes."

He listens to Wes talk about Julliard with rapt attention because it's a school he considers applying for as well, and they make vague plans to meet up as soon as Wes has settled in and has more free time.

When he hangs up the phone, barely five minutes have passed and he decides to head downstairs to the common room in the hope that someone he knows is down there as well.

He's barely been downstairs for five minutes – there are only a few sophomore's he recognizes from Kurt's classes around – when a shadow falls over him and a vaguely familiar voice addresses him.

"Blaine Anderson, the man I've been looking for." Blaine frowns for a moment before he realizes that it's Alyson's younger brother and Rachel's date from Puck's party who's talking to him.

"Jesse?" he asks just to make sure. "What are you doing here? I thought you went to Carmel High."

The other boy, who looks like he fell straight out of a Ralph Lauren catalogue, nods and sits down opposite him before crossing his legs, a cocky smile on his face.

"Well, as I'm sure you know I'm a senior as well and while Carmel might be the best Ohio has to offer my parents and I both agreed that NYADA would look so much better on my college transcript. My dad's been donating money to NYADA for years so it only took him one phone call to make my transfer official."

Blaine rolls his eyes in his mind because he can't stand those students who think money can buy everything. Wes' parents might be filthy rich but Wes never made them feel inferior or used his money to put them down. Guys like Jesse however – they remind him of the douche bags in his dad's country club.

"That's great. We can always use talented performers," he tells Jesse instead, because while his mother is a bitch who hasn't talked to him in more than a year, she still raised him to be polite.

"You should audition for Vocal Explosion. I took over from your sister," he continues, trying to ignore Jesse's smirk when he mentions their glee club.

"Oh, you can bet I will. I'm sure you could use someone with actual leadership skills and experience."

It's a low hit and Blaine tries not to let Jesse get to him. He might not have the experience but he has enough enthusiasm to motivate people, he's sure of it. After all, they all want to win Nationals this year.

"Well, if I need your help, I'll let you know. We're all friends here," he offers with a smile, but Jesse scoffs.

"Please, this is a competition and if you don't know it yet, you must have done something seriously wrong those past few years. Everyone knows that performing arts colleges rarely take more than one student from one school and I intend to get offered those spots. I'd watch your back if I were you," he threatens.

Blaine just sighs. "I don't know how things went at Carmel, but at NYADA we support each other. You'll see," he gives Jesse an encouraging smile before getting up and walking out of the common room, because after that encounter his empty dorm room suddenly sounds very tempting.

When Kurt reaches Santana and Brittany's dorm room on the second floor he can hear someone crying behind the door. His heart sinks a little because as much as he didn't want to cancel on Blaine for nothing, he'd still have preferred it if nothing was wrong.

Britt opens the door after he knocks a few times and tells them to let him in and when she steps aside he spots Santana with her arms around a crying Quinn.

Startled, he drops the bag containing the ice cream and rushes over to the two girls. When Quinn looks up he can see that her mascara is smeared and her eyes red from crying.

"What's wrong?" he asks worriedly, because the last thing he expected was to see Quinn crying. They are friends but Quinn never shows her real emotions unless she's drunk. A quick look around the room doesn't produce any empty bottles though and so he knows it must be very serious if Quinn is crying like that.

Suddenly he's yanked down and Santana pushes something in his hands. He nearly drops the three sticks when he realizes what they are because – ew, even he knows someone has to pee on them for the results. The results on all three unfortunately immediately explain why Quinn's crying her eyes out and Kurt feels utterly helpless for the first time in a while.

He's about to ask who the father is when it hits him and if he knew how to use telepathy he would be stepbrotherless in an instant.

"Are you okay?" he asks Quinn before mentally slapping himself, because of course she's not. How can she when she's barely sixteen and pregnant.

"I mean what are- do you know what you're going to do?" Quinn only sobs louder and Kurt keeps saying the wrong things but at least the next thing that comes out of his mouths gets him a reaction from Quinn.

"Did you- have you told Finn yet?" Quinn jerks in Santana's arms before she turns to him, tears clinging to her cheeks.

"No and you can't tell him," she pleads, her voice hoarse from crying. Kurt feels torn for a moment, because shouldn't whatever Quinn was going to do be Finn's decision as well?

He must have said the last part out loud because suddenly three girls are glaring at him.

"What?" he mumbles, feeling out of depths and clueless. After all, he never expected to have to deal with an unplanned teenage or otherwise pregnancy.

"Quinn's body, her choice," Brittany states and it sounds so simple when she says it. "So don't tell anyone unless she says it's okay," Santana glares at him and Kurt immediately nods.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise." Quinn gives him a watery smile and Kurt moves a bit closer to squeeze her hand.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asks, after his gaze falls to the ice cream probably melting on the floor.

The last thing he expected was for Quinn to ask for a hug, but he doesn't show his surprise and just wraps his arms around her, not caring the least when her tears soak his shirt.

How could she be so stupid? The question is on a constant loop in her mind and if there ever was a time where time travel would be helpful now was it. What would she give to turn back time and listen to Santana when she told her hooking up with Hudson was a bad idea.

She wants to blame everyone but herself – coach Sylvester for making her feel ugly, Hudson for giving her alcohol to cheer her up, Hudson for complementing her and making her feel beautiful again, Hudson for not being careful like he promised, her parents for taking her out of her middle school sex ed class because it wasn't abstinence only – but unfortunately she knows there's really only one to blame – herself.

Because she isn't stupid – sex ed class or not – she knows that 'I'll be careful' isn't a proper form of birth control, but she was stupid to believe it wouldn't happen to her, that it wouldn't happen her first time. So while she might not be stupid it was her stupidity that got her into the situation she's in now. And being ten days late and three positive pregnancy tests unfortunately only mean one thing – that she's screwed.

That when she finally feels like her life is going into the direction she wants it to – she fucked everything up. Can't believe she's now one of those girls she mocked when they watched '16 and pregnant' this summer. That she's going to be one of those girls people are going to look at and judge the shit out of her. Just because she couldn't keep her damn legs crossed when Hudson told her she was gorgeous, and offered to show her how attractive he found her.

After Santana forced her to take that first test, she'd been in denial still because people have false positive tests, right. Happens all the time on those teen series they watch. But three days and two more positive tests later, there's no denying that she ruined her life anymore. And her story won't be some cute story about a teenage pregnancy with a happy ending.

She can't tell her parents because while they might not be the biggest role models themselves, they have to keep up appearances for their church group and a pregnant daughter who has to wear a promise ring when she's in their home town doesn't scream good Christian family.

Best case scenario, they'll force her to come home, hide her away until she has the baby and make her give it to a good Christian family who won't tell who they got the baby from, before sending her off to some catholic all girls school. Worst case scenario, they'll kick her out and while scholarships cover tuition she can't ask Brittany's parents to pay for board for yet another teenager who isn't their own.

There's only one thing she can do and it makes her nauseous to even think about it. She always believed that a woman should do with her body whatever she chose, but that she would never make that choice, but now that she got herself into this situation she doesn't see another way out. She'll have to get rid of it before someone else finds out and tells her parents.

Quinn wriggles out of Britt's embrace – she, Kurt and San have been trading off on holding her while she cried, wipes her eyes and turns to her friends.

"Can you take me to Planned Parenthood?" she whispers, her stomach in knots, ready to throw up any minute and for once it isn't this thing inside her that's making her want to puke her guts out. Santana and Brittany immediately nod while Kurt looks shocked.

"What?" she hisses, immediately on the defensive. "I didn't think you gays would have a problem with abortion."

Kurt shakes his head frantically. "No, I, of course not. It's your decision. I'm just surprise you'd even consider it," he stutters and her expression softens because she should't try to alienate the friends she has.

"I didn't think I would either but," treacherous tears well up again. "I just don't know what else to do. I can't give up my whole future and be subjected to my parents' mercy because of one drunken mistake. I just can't," she sobs, welcoming Brittany's arms again.

"It's going to be okay," the blond mumbles into her hair before kissing her temple. "Whatever happens, we're here for you." When Kurt and San echo the sentiment she starts crying even harder.

It's Santana who calls and gets Quinn an appointment for the next day. Before he leaves his room to join the girls downstairs to offer his support if nothing else he calls his dad, because he can't risk getting into trouble for leaving campus without permission.

"Hey kiddo. How was your date?" his dad asks after he picks up and Kurt considers briefly how much he can tell him without giving anything important away.

"I had to cancel. One of my friends needed me." "Everything okay?" his dad immediately asks, concern evident in his voice and Kurt wants to tell him everything that's going on because he doesn't know how to help Quinn. But he knows he can't because Finn's involved and because he promised Quinn to keep her secret.

"It's not my place to say," he replies after a pause. "But it's the reason I called. I need to go somewhere off campus with my friend today to help out. Please don't ask me to tell you where I'm going?"

The line goes silent for a moment before his dad answers. "It's not drugs, right?" he asks and Kurt shakes his head. "No, dad. Nothing like that."

Another beat, then. "Alright, but you let me know if there's something I can do to help."

"Thanks dad," he replies after swallowing the lump in his throat. "Take care kiddo. Talk to you soon."

He takes another deep breath after hanging up, before he heads downstairs to meet the girls. Quinn looks nothing like the day before but he can tell that her smile is obviously fake. Santana looks grim while Brittany has one arm wrapped around Quinn's waist.

The trek uptown to the clinic is silent and Kurt offers Quinn his hand to hold once they are off the subway and approaching the clinic. Luckily there are no protesters because he isn't sure if he could have just walked by and not yelled at them for making a difficult situation even worse.

Quinn's carefully constructed mask crumbles once they are seated on uncomfortable orange plastic chairs and she's filling out a questionnaire. Kurt does the only thing he can and holds her while Santana completes it. Not for the first time in his life he's thankful that something like that can never happen to him, though it will make it harder for him to have kids in the future.

They manage to stay in the clinic for close to half an hour but as soon as Quinn's name is called, she bolts and Kurt watches helplessly as Santana and Brittany rush after her.

While he stares after them, a young woman approaches him cautiously. "Are you the father?" she asks and he shakes his head. "A friend," explains before he accepts a bunch of pamphlets.

"Can you give those to her, please? There's more than one option." Kurt nods, pockets the pamphlets and rushes after the girls. He finds them huddled together on the front steps, Quinn crying against Santana's shoulder again.

When she looks up, he awkwardly hands over the pamphlet but Quinn just shakes her head. "There's nothing else I can do."

"Maybe," Kurt starts, and it's probably a stupid idea, but he doesn't know what else to say. "Maybe you could have it and give it up for adoption. You'd only be a bit over four months during Christmas and you didn't go home for Spring Break this year either."

Quinn looks up, hope shining through her eyes and Kurt just prays that he didn't give her false hope.

"You think the school wouldn't tell my parents?" she asks and Kurt shrugs.

"Maybe we could talk to Ms. Carson about it. She convinced my dad not to take me out of school when he caught me with Blaine after our Regionals party," he suggests.

They're all only sixteen, and Brittany only fifteen – getting an adult involved is probably the right thing to do.

"I'll go to her office when we get back to school and ask her to come talk to Quinn," he offers and after a beat Quinn nods.

"Can't get any worse, can it," Quinn quips dryly, but Kurt isn't in the mood for laughing either. This is not how he envisioned the start of his sophomore year.

Kurt's texting Blaine on his way to Ms. Carson's office, letting him know that he's still helping out friends and doesn't know when he'll be able to come by, when he collides with something, or more specifically with someone. The boy he ran into stares at him with wide eyes for a moment, before he blushes and starts apologizing even though he wasn't the one who wasn't watching where he was going.

Kurt stops him after a few seconds before he looks him over. The boy in front of him looks like he could be Chandler's younger brother, where it not for the British accent and the missing classes.

"Are you new here?" he asks because he's pretty sure he hasn't seen him before.

The boy blushes again before he nods. "My dad got a job in Chicago so we move here from England and my parents enrolled me here. I'm a freshman," he explains, before sticking his hand out. "Adam." Kurt takes the offered hand and shakes it briefly. "Kurt," he introduced himself.

"Well, Adam. I just transferred last year so if you have any questions or just need a friendly face come find me. I know what it's like to be in a new city where you don't know anyone yet."

The adorable blush is back on the younger boys face and Kurt gives him a brief smile before excusing himself because he still needs to talk to Ms. Carson.

An hour later they're back in Santana and Brittany's dorm room because they don't want Quinn's roommate to overhear anything. Ms. Carson is sitting in one of the desk chairs, a concerned look on her face.

"Kurt told me you were having a problem, Quinn. How can I help?" the kind teacher asks and Quinn tenses up before she just blurts it out. "I'm pregnant. Please don't tell my parents."

Ms. Carson frowns and Kurt just hopes he did the right thing by getting her involved. "It's not my place or even lawful to inform your parents about this, Quinn," she finally says and Kurt exhales a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding, "but I'm not sure how I can help."

"I just wanted to know if you would tell my parents if I decided to go through with the pregnancy," Quinn explains, looking more calm now until she catches the expression on Ms. Carson's face.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. Obviously we wouldn't inform your parents about any decision you make but if you intend to go through with the pregnancy you will have to take the spring term off, because you wouldn't be able to participate in any of the performing arts classes, which is a requirement for students at this school. And the school would have to inform your parents of your non student status."

"Merda," Santana curses and Kurt has to agree because if the school won't help Quinn hide the pregnancy from her parents they're back at square one.

"I'm sorry there isn't more I can do for you, Quinn, but if you need someone to talk to, I'll always have an open ear," Ms. Carson assures his friend before she leaves them alone again, to deal with something none of them feels qualified to deal with.

The next day Kurt tells Blaine everything – with Quinn's permission – because he feels like he's doing a lousy job as a friend.

"I just want to help her so badly but I have no idea what to do?" he tells his boyfriend after finishing his explanation of what happened the past two days. Blaine looks shocked as well, and while he knows that his boyfriend doesn't have any more experience than he has, he's glad he can talk to him about it.

"Sounds like you're doing your best. I mean there's nothing more you can do but be there for her, right? As long as she knows she can count on you you're doing the right thing," Blaine assures him and Kurt gives him a grateful smile.

He quickly presses a chaste kiss to Blaine's lips, for once not in the mood to do more before another thought crosses his mind again and his expression darkens.

"Hey what's wrong?" Blaine asks when he spots it and Kurt sighs. "I'm just so fucking mad at Finn," he explains, ignoring Blaine's raised eyebrows, because if there ever was a time for swearing it was now.

"Quinn has to deal with all that shit that could get her kicked out of her home or out of NYADA and Finn's at home probably wasting his life away playing stupid video games. I wish I could tell him just so he would feel as bad as she feels right now, but I can't because I promised her. It's just not fair," he spits angrily.

When Blaine's thumbs soothingly over the back of his hand, he takes a deep breath because getting angry at Finn when he can't yell at his stepbrother doesn't help anyone.

"Trust me, I'd love to give him a peace of my mind too, because you'd expect a seventeen year old straight guy to know how not to get a girl pregnant, but we need to respect her wishes. If she doesn't want to tell him because this decision is hard enough to make already even without his input, then we'll have to keep our mouths shut."

Kurt sighs but he knows Blaine's right. As long as Quinn doesn't tell Finn he's going to have to stay away from his stepbrother, because he isn't sure how long he'll be able to hold his tongue if he sees his stupid, irresponsible face.

Monday morning, Blaine has his first dance class with Dakota Stanley of the semester and unsurprisingly Jesse is there as well. He smiles at him briefly when the other boy spots him to show that there's no bad blood between them, but Jesse just narrows his eyes before getting back to what ever he's discussing with the teacher.

Once all the students have arrived the line up in front of a large mirror and after stretching their limbs and completing their warm ups, the group of seniors tries to follow Mr. Stanley's newest complicated routines.

Blaine knows he isn't the best dancer in class, though he definitely isn't the worst, but he usually manages to get through the class with only a few scathing remarks from the teacher.

The first time Jesse, who for some reason took the spot next to him, steps on his toes and causes his to stumble he believes it was an honest mistake but when Jesse continues to make sure he screws up, never getting caught by the teacher while Blaine shrinks under the glare, he realizes his follow senior is doing it on purpose.

He's in the middle of a complicated move when he trips over Jesse's leg and takes the girl next to him down with him.

"I thought this was an advanced dance class not dancing for dummies," Mr. Stanley's voice pierces the air when Blaine quickly apologizes and begrudgingly accepts Jesse's outstretched hand, the other boy looking the picture of innocent.

"Perhaps, Mr. Anderson, you'd feel more comfortable joining the juniors until you've managed to catch up. I'm sure Mr. St. James wouldn't mind giving you some pointers. After all, he doesn't seem to have a problem with the choreography."

Blaine grits his teeth because he knows no one likes a tattletale. "That won't be necessary," he forces out. "I'll pay better attention."

The moment Mr. Stanley turns, Jesse smirks at him and Blaine shoots back a glare. He has no intentions though of encouraging whatever childish rivalry Jesse wants to develop between them. After all, they are all here because they love to perform and he's dealt with enough narcissistic assholes in the past to have learned how to ignore them.

Next time, he'll just have to make sure Jesse was no where near him, because the last thing he needs is being sent back to junior dance class because his teacher thinks he can't handle his senior one.

Kurt's not paying attention to his surroundings again, his mind occupied with Quinn's tear streaked face and he nearly jumps when a vaguely familiar voice addresses him.

For a moment he blinks, racking his brain for a name, before he quickly rearranges his expression and smiles at the younger boy in front of him.

"Adam, right?" The freshman's face lights up and nods enthusiastically before he tells Kurt the reason for stopping him.

"I just wanted to ask if your offer to help me out still stands. The people in my classes are nice enough but they are all new to New York as well, so I'd really appreciate your expertise," he says so quickly that Kurt has a hard time understanding all the words.

The last thing he's in the mood for right now is 'mentor' some freshman and he's about to tell Adam that he doesn't have the time for him right now when Adam's dejected look stops him.

"It's okay. I'm sure you've got better things to do," the young boy mumbles and Kurt feels bad about telling him he's busy. After all, the freshman isn't just new to the city, but new to the country and it can't be easy to be uprooted like that even if his parents are in the same country.

"Hey, I'm kind of in the middle of something, but why don't I give you my phone number so you can just call or come to me if you need something," he offers and Adam's face lights up again when Kurt accepts his phone.

"Thanks, Kurt. See you around," he tells him excitedly before he rushes down the corridor, his phone clutching to his chest.

Kurt just thinks it's adorable and wonders for a moment if he was as awestruck as Adam when he first met the older students at school.

His own face lights up when Blaine approaches him moments later and after checking that the hallway is empty they share a quick kiss, both not fans of making out in front of other people.

"Who was that?" Blaine asks after they separate and Kurt furrows his brows for a moment before he realizes who Blaine means. "Oh, Adam. He's a freshman and basically asked me to mentor him. It's adorable," he tells his boyfriend who rolls his eyes. "He's got a crush on you," Blaine says and Kurt scoffs.

"No, I'm sure he does. He's looking at you the same way you looked at me when we first met," Blaine teases him and Kurt rolls his own eyes. "If you say so. Not that it matters – I'm with you after all."

Blaine entwines their fingers and they walk hand in hand over to Kurt's next class until Blaine suddenly stops him and turns him around. "Before I forget. You'll never believe who just transferred here."

AN: Obviously the Quinn story isn't over and in case you were wondering why there was so little Klaine in this episode – I want to work a bit more with friendships this season because I routinely criticize Glee for not being able to depict friendships without people starting to date or developing crushes on a friend.

Re: Adam. When I wrote season 1, obviously I didn't know about him yet but after I saw some pictures online where people pointed out that Adam looked like canon Chandler's older brother, I thought why not include him in the little flip. If I can make Chandler older in this 'verse, then I can make Adam a smitten freshman as well ;)