Rachel's house wasn't where Quinn wanted to be, but it was close when she got kicked out, and her dad's were nice enough to let her stay, and now Quinn sits on Rachel's bed, thinking about options. Neither we're good.
Give up her daughter, or raise a child, alone in high school.
"I could help you." Rachel says. Sometimes Rachel's psychic.
"So I can drag you into almost motherhood, because we're almost friends?"
"Don't make it almost."
"Lean on my shoulder, I'll help you, forever."
"Why would you do that?"
Rachel's silent, but Quinn knows. Maybe she's psychic too.