"Displaced?" Quinn repeated. The word left a funny taste in her mouth when she said it. Displaced is what happened to refugees, those people Glen Beck would rant about sometimes, and then her father would rant about. Displaced didn't happen to people like her, then again she was nothing more than a homeless, and pregnant 16 year old.
"Is this a joke?" Quinn rose an eyebrow. "This is some sort of fear tatic my dad is using on me right? Finn wouldn't have the brains to pull this off."
But for some reason she found herself believing what the woman said, even though it was ridiculous. "H...how? Why? No!" Quinn stood up and whirled around to look at the woman. "This is stupid, this isn't real. This is some sort of weird pregnancy thing right? I'm hallucinating because I'm not taking the prenatal pills Mrs. Schuester gave me...right?"