It hurt to swallow, it hurt to breathe, it hurt just sitting there. The truth was out there, Finn had clearly taken it as expected. It wasn't as if she had even considered for a moment that things would've been okay. She had hoped, but really she knew better than that. It was one of the few things she thought she had been smart about. Now she was trying to do the right thing, but it hurt so much more than she'd expected.
Quinn was done hurting other people though. Her parents, Finn, Puck; all of them had been victims to her selfish needs. She wanted it all, and now she didn't have anything but a baby she couldn't keep. It was growing inside of her, and it needed her to be stronger than she had been. It needed her to be a mother, and maybe she wasn't going to keep this baby, but it was hers right now. She needed her right now.
This baby, this little girl, was her responsibility. Things were going to be difficult, and she knew that, if the past few days had shown her anything, it was that this was going to be very difficult. The thing was, the past few days also showed her that it was better to face the music. That she could do this, and maybe it wouldn't be so bad. At the very least, Quinn knew, she'd be stronger for trying.