Quinn sat down heavily on his couch, sinking into the cushions that normally felt safe, like home. Today, they felt like running away, hiding, and he knew that he couldn't do that anymore.
Tired, worn down, Quinn put his head in his hands and felt the tiny sob leave his lips. What else could he do? This was one of the worst situations he could ever imagine. Worse being that he was pregnant with Michel's child.
It was horrifying how close it had come. If he hadn't gotten engaged…Quinn shuddered at the damn thought. Not that this situation was any better. Dorian had even joked about it, not knowing that Quinn was-that he was-
"Oh Quinnie." Phoebe's soft words only made it worse. His shoulders shook as the tears came. He tried to quiet the sobs, but they wouldn't stop. Phoebe's body wrapped around his, offering him comfort as Quinn cried.
