So I started this story because I was feeling a little burned out from my other one. The ideas aren't flowing for it right now and while I'm still heavily feeling the Glee fandom, like I'm currently seriously obsessed, I just need a break from my other project. So I'm doing something that I swore I wouldn't do, I'm working on two stories at once.

Standard disclaimer, I don't own Glee or any of its characters.

Chapter 1

Quinn stared at the little plus sign in horror, desperately trying to will it away, praying over and over again that it was a mistake and that it would magically change, but she knew that it would do her no good. That nothing she did or said would change what was happening. This was her third time taking the test and each time it had come back positive. There was no doubt about it, she was pregnant.

Her! Quinn Fabray, youngest captain of the Cheerio's in over a decade, the founder and head of the celibacy club, was pregnant.

How could this have happened? Okay, she knew how it happened, but not 'how' it happened. She remembered she had asked about protection, and Puck had said he had it… no, wait, oh God no, he had said 'don't worry about it.' How could she have been so stupid?

Quinn sunk to the bottom of her bathroom floor in a daze. It just didn't register, she was pregnant, and she couldn't be, she just couldn't. What was she going to do? Her life was over.

Tears begin to pool in her eyes and she rests her head on her knees and begins to cry silently, her body shaking with suppressed sobs, as she tries to make sense of everything, tries to figure out where it had all gone wrong.

8 Weeks Earlier

"Okay seriously, what the heck is up with this girl?" Quinn asked laughing, as she, Santana, and some of the other Cheerios were watching one of Rachel Berry's MySpace video. Quinn would be the first to admit that the girl had a fantastic voice, but she was just sooo intense, it was a little ridiculous.

"I know right, and God what is with that song? Doesn't she know anything from this decade?" Santana laughs. "Here gimmie that shit." Santana demands as she reaches over and grabs Quinn's laptop and then begins to type.

From: Sky Splits- 'Hey, they're selling lives at the mall, you should get one.'

The girls laugh, and Quinn smacks Santana's arm while rolling her eyes. "Really? If you're going to use my account to insult someone at least do a better job than that."

"Oh like you could do better bitch?" Santana challenges with a smirk.

Quinn just arches her eyebrow giving her friend a look as if asking 'Really?' She then takes her laptop back, and smirk curls up on her lip as she leaves another review.

From: Sky Splits- 'Seriously, do the world a favor, get sterilized.'

Quinn felt a little guilty for typing it but pushed it to the back of her mind as her friends start to crack up. "Damn Q, that was harsh." Santana cackles.

Quinn continues to smirk as she pushes back the guilt, it really was mean, but I mean come on, she was asking for it. Wasn't she?

"LADIES! YOU HAVE TIME TO LAUGH YOU HAVE TIME TO PRACTICE! GET RUNNING!"

The girls looked up startled at Coach Sylvester as she shouts at them through her megaphone.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!? MOVE!" The girls quickly jump up and off the bleachers and start running. As captain of the squad, Quinn puts in a little extra burst of energy and pulls ahead of the group. She has to set the pace; she has to set the example. Those had been Coaches' words when she had been named captain at the beginning of the year. But she wondered about what kind of example was she setting? She and her friends had just spent the last fifteen minutes making fun of some girl, for no reason other than they could, and just generally being all around horrible people. Was this the kind of person she wanted to be?

She hears coach Sylvester shouting in the distance. "YOU THINK THIS IS HARD, I'M LIVING WITH HEPATITUS, THAT'S HARD!"

Was this really how she wanted to spend her high school days, Quinn contemplates. Being a complete bitch, and listening to the orders of a raving lunatic, was this really how she wanted her life to be?

"Yo, Q, wait up." She hears Santana call out, she slows her pace down so that Santana can catch up. "Damn Q, you're really pushing it today." Santana huffs.

Quinn takes a quick look back behind her and sees that she has put quite a bit of distance between herself and the rest of the pack. She turns her head to face Santana. "It's Cheerios, San, if they aren't willing to push themselves then they need to quit. There's no room for slackers on this team."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Santana rolls her eyes. A few moments pass between them in silence, just the sound of their feet hitting the ground and the calm, deep breaths they take as they make another pass around the track. Santana looks to her friend and notices the serious look on her face. "Hey what's up with you? You're being all broody and pensive? Are your parents giving you trouble again?"

Quinn can hear the concern in her friend's voice and it brings a small smile to her face. This was the Santana that she adored, the one that only she and Brittany ever got to see. Not the snarky bitch, although she could be fun at times, but the caring and protective one who worried about and looked out for her friends.

"No, nothing like that, I just…" Here Quinn hesitates, unsure if she should say anything. "Do you think that this is all worth it…? I mean the abuse… the cruelty… all of it, just so we can be popular?"

Santana looks at her like she's grown a second head. "That's what you're worried about?"

Quinn's eyes harden, feeling like an idiot for bringing it up and she looks away as she picks up her speed again and pulls away. Santana is every bit as fit as she is, but they are different. Santana is more flexible than she is, which is great for tumbling, but Quinn is faster and has better endurance.

"Q, wait!" Santana calls out, and Quinn decides to give her a break by once again slowing down and letting her catch up. "Look, I don't see what the big deal is. We're popular, the top of the food chain, and I don't know about you but I like it up here. I don't want to get thrown into dumpsters or given a slushy facial anytime soon, and if comes down to being the person who orders them or the person who takes them, well for me it's really not a hard choice to make. So enjoy it, high school sucks for a lot of people, but it doesn't have to for us." Here Santana gently bumps her shoulder.

"We have fun, we go to parties, and we kick a little ass. Not a bad days work for a couple of sophomores, plus we're in the most powerful group in school. Nobody messes with Cheerios and guess what Q, you're the captain, the leader, the boss… as much as that thought makes me gag at times; we're set for the next three years, you, me, and Britt. Enjoy the ride Querida. Life's good, don't question it."

Quinn smiles at her best friend, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right bitch, I'm always right." Santana laughs. "Don't think so much Q, it's harder for you than most, you know being blond and everything."

Quinn scoffs at her friend and then gets an evil glint in her eye, "I just want you to know that I'm going to tell Brittany that you just said blondes are dumb." She giggles in delight as all of the blood drains from Santana's face.

"No Q, you wouldn't." Santana pleads.

Quinn just smirks at her friend and then pulls ahead of the girl, leaving her in her dust. "Quinn, c'mon, pleeeease! I'm sorry, alright!? Oh you suck!"

Quinn just laughs, she knew that her friend had a serious crush on their other friend and hated to do anything that would upset her. Not that Santana would ever admit to it of course, plus she was semi-dating Puck but whatever. It had been strangely easy for her to accept her friends' feelings for each other. She didn't care that they were interested in each other, which surprised her, especially considering how she was raised.

If Quinn was honest with herself, and it was admittedly rare that she was, she was actually a little jealous of them. They loved each other; it was obvious to her anyway. Brittany lit up whenever Santana was near, in a way that she didn't whenever they were apart. And Brittany brought out the best in Santana. If you paid attention to them it was pretty obvious how they felt about each other… plus walking in on them on multiple occasions had made it blatantly obvious as well.

Still it was sweet, and she wished them all the luck in the world. She wanted them to be happy, maybe not here in high school. She didn't think that they would ever come out in high school, too much pressure. But maybe someday, when they got out of this town they could be together. She wondered who she would stand in for as maid of honor, there was absolutely no way that she wasn't going to be it for at least one of them.

She figured at her own wedding she would have both of them stand up with her, you know, maids of honor. A little unconventional, but certainly not unheard of, besides it was her wedding and she could do whatever she wanted. Not that she was getting married anytime soon. Heck no, not until she at the very least graduated from college.

As she continues to contemplate her friends' love lives, she catches the eyes of her own love interest across the field. Dressed in his football gear he gives her that dopey, cute half smile of his and he waves at her, she smiles back and winks at him.

Finn Hudson, 'star' quarterback of the football team and her boyfriend. She uses the term 'star' very loosely, because in all honesty their team sucked, like, they were the worst in the entire state. Still, she was a dutiful girlfriend and she would support him anyways… no matter how painful it was at times. It was hard to cheer for a team that had once scored a touchdown on themselves.

Finn was a pretty good boyfriend. Not great, he could be a little dense at times, but he was sweet, and he treated her right. She could trust him. She didn't know how long term, she felt about him, but she liked him and cared for him and for now that was enough. He was a little eager at times, but that was what the celibacy club was for, it gave her an excuse to not go too far, without hurting her reputation. Again, she liked him well enough but she wasn't having sex until she was married.

An old fashioned stance? Yes, but one that she felt strongly about personally. She didn't care what others did, it was their bodies and only they could understand where they were at in their lives in terms of being ready for sex, but for her, she wanted to wait. She wanted to be so in love with someone that when she finally was intimate with them that way, it would be special, a moment and experience that would be theirs and only theirs. She knew it was probably unrealistic, but she hoped that whoever she married one day was like that too.

That didn't mean she didn't like kissing and making out, she did and it was fun, but it wouldn't go any farther than that with her, and that was another thing about Finn that she liked. He understood that about her, she knew that he got frustrated at times, and sometimes she couldn't help but tease him a little bit, she had once actually stopped them so that they could pray. The memory still made her giggle to this day, but despite all of that he understood and he seemed okay with it.

She couldn't imagine being with someone like say… Puck. Finn's asshole of a best friend and Santana's sometimes boyfriend. Everyone knew Puck's reputation, and while there were moments when the guy could be sweet, they were outnumbered and outweighed by the moments where he was a complete jerk.

No, as far as the male populous at McKinley went and even her whole high school experience in general went, she knew that she had lucked out. Maybe Santana was right… a chilling thought, maybe she did think too much and she just needed to stop worrying about things and just enjoy the ride.

xXx-Scence Break-xXx

After the bell rang and school was finally out, Quinn made her way over to Finn's locker. He hadn't noticed her yet so she snuck up beside him and then quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He jumps in surprise and then turns to face her, his startled look of confusion quickly morphing into a smile.

"Hey you." She greets her boyfriend.

"Oh, hey Quinn, what's up?"

"You ready to head out?"

He gives her a blank look.

"You know, out. As in schools out, we get to go home." She teases him, "We can head to my place, do some homework, watch a little TV and maybe even have some…" She leans in and whispers in his ear seductively. "Fun."

Finn groans, "I can't I have this… thing I've got to do for Mr. Schuester."

Quinn tilts her head. "What thing?"

Finn looks around in embarrassment and he rubs the back of his head nervously. "Detention… I got detention. So that's why I can't hang out."

Quinn chuckles at his nervousness and smiles at him. "One detention is no big deal Finn, don't worry about it. Text me when you're out and we can hang out later, okay?"

"Actually… it looks like it might be for a while, like a couple weeks, he was kind of on my case."

Quinn looks at him weirdly, "What did you do?" Mr. Schuester was one of the cooler teachers at this school and usually pretty laidback, so Finn must have really done something to have earned a couple weeks detention from him.

"Nothing! Really I swear! I'll talk to him about and see if I can get him to let me off the hook after this first time, cool?"

"Fine…" Quinn says grudgingly, still a little annoyed that her boyfriend got into so much trouble. But she lets him kiss her goodbye anyway and he promises to text her later.

xXx-Scene Break-xXx

Quinn looked up startled by the sound of a car horn right behind her; she quickly turns around and sees a grinning Puck, sitting there in his truck. She rolls her eyes and keeps walking. He slowly pulls up beside her and rolls down the window. "You need a ride babe?"

"No thank you." She replies as she keeps on walking.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that. Let me give you a lift."

"Where's Santana?" She asks, reminding him of his girlfriend.

"No clue, she said she had to do something with Brittany." He shrugs casually, like it's no big deal. Quinn has to hold back a snort, because if Puck knew what it meant when Santana said that she had something to do with Brittany, like she did, his head would probably explode. She also tries very hard to ignore and suppress the pang of jealousy that the images of Santana and Brittany together invoke.

"I'm good Puck, thank you anyway."

"Please, come on. You're my best friend's girl and what kind of guy would I be if I didn't help you out huh?"

Quinn thinks about it for a moment. Maybe this really is just him being nice, and since Finn had been her ride today but had gotten detention, it would be nice to not have to walk home. She lets out a sigh as she walks around to the passenger side of his truck.

"Thanks Puckerman."

"No problem Fabray."

As he drove her to her house they passed the time with some small talk, school, classes, Cheerio's and football practice. All relatively safe topics that neither one of them had to think too deeply about. It was actually pretty nice and Quinn found herself pleasantly surprised by how nice Puck was being. She should have known that it was too good to be true and as he pulled up in front of her house he made his move.

"Sooo… you like, wanna hang out?" a small, devious smile playing on his face.

"No thank you, I'm good." She responds frostily.

"Oh come on," he says as he rests a hand on her knee. "You, me," He starts to slowly run his hand up her legs. "A big, empty house." He raises his brow suggestively.

She grabs his hand and lifts it off her before it reaches her skirt and she looks at him with disdain. "I have a boyfriend." She tells him firmly.

"So?" He shrugs his shoulders in a careless manner.

"And, he's your best friend or at least I thought he was." She would have brought up that he was also dating one of her best friends, but she knew that neither of them were exclusive.

Puck just scoffs, "After high school, do you honestly think either of us is going to remember Finn Hudson? Besides no one has to know."

He leans in to kiss her, but she firmly places a hand against his shoulder and forcefully pushes him back, "I would know." She shakes her head in disgust. "I won't say anything to him this time, but try this again and all bets are off." She says coldly and with that she quickly exits his truck and makes her way into her house without once looking back. When she opens the door she finally hears him pull away.

'Stupid, Puck never does anything without an ulterior motive.' She chastises herself.

As she enters the kitchen she sees her mom standing there, a large wine glass half full, held in one hand.

"Quinnie! You're home! How was your day dear?" the older blonde slurs out as she comes up and hugs her daughter, the smell of alcohol on her breath almost overwhelming. But Quinn just forces a big fake smile on her face and answers.

"It was great mom, how was yours?"

"Oh it was nothing special," She says waving her arms around in a careless gesture, spilling some of the contents of her glass over herself and Quinn. "Oops," She giggles as she looks at the mess.

"Oh no, your uniform, let me see, where's a towel? I know we have them somewhere." She looks around confused.

"It's fine mom, really, don't worry about it. Really, free dry cleaning for Cheerios remember?"

"Oh yeah that's right I forgot, well no worries then." She starts to giggle again.

"Hey so I have a ton of homework, I'll just be in my room if you need me." Quinn says eager for an excuse to be out of the room and away from her mother.

"Oh sure, you go do that and I'll call you down for dinner when it's ready. Love you!" She calls out as Quinn was already halfway up the stairs.

"Love you too." Quinn replies with a fake happy voice, glad that her mother can't see her face and the tears that are welling up in her eyes. She does love her mother, she really does. But it's so hard to be around her when she's drunk like this and she knew it would only get worse.

Judy was a happy drunk early on but as time passed and more alcohol entered her system she got moodier and more depressed. Her father was the same way when he got drunk, he started off happy, but instead of getting depressed he got angry. He wasn't vicious though, he wouldn't chase after you or go looking for you when he got like that and as long as you stayed out of his way it was an easy enough problem to avoid.

'Well at least she wasn't passed out.' She thinks bitterly, which happened more often than not. Her parents were both so caught up in presenting this perfect family image that they neglected to actually make it true. They presented a perfect front for the outside world but at home they seemed to hate life so much that the only way they could function was with a drink in their hands.

Her sister, Francine, wasn't much better. She had married early out of high school, dropping out of college her second semester to be with 'the man of her dreams.' Her parents had absolutely adored him. He was everything that a Fabray should marry into, rich, attractive, and charming. No matter that he was an arrogant asshole. But despite her reservations about him she had held her tongue and played nice. She felt sorry for her sister and thought it was so sad that she was following in their parents footsteps in that manner. The last time she had seen her sister, about two years ago; it had been like looking at an exact replica of their mother.

Well that would not be her, not a chance. She loved her parents, and even her sister, but that would not be her life and her children would never have to put up with that. She swore to herself that they would never have to wonder and worry about what they would be coming home to.

When she got to her room she quickly changed out of her uniform and into one of her dresses and then checked her phone. She was happy to see that she had a text from Finn. So she plops down on to her bed and begins to text him back.

From: Finn- I h8 this, c%d detention b NE mo borN

She hated text speak, but she had so far been unsuccessful in getting him to speak normally, and she had all but given up trying.

From: Quinn- Then don't get in trouble next time, you goof :P

From: Finn- note my falt :(

Quinn laughs and shakes her head.

From: Quinn- Then who's fault was it?

From: Finn- don't kn0

From: Quinn- So what are they making you do?

There is about a ten minute pause before she receives a reply.

From: Finn- jst lines, SBTA I've got 2 go. I'll TLK 2 U tomorrow, bi

From: Quinn- Bye

Quinn stares blankly at her phone for a few more seconds before getting up and moving over to her desk and turning on her laptop. She had said that she had homework to do so she may as well do it, though in fact nothing was due for another two days. Still, it was better to do something productive rather than just sit around her room and brood.

A.N. So what did you think? Please feel free to ask me any questions and I'll be happy to answer them. Ideas are welcome as well. Please note that how the characters think and act in the beginning of the story is not how they will at the end of it. I have this story completely mapped out through season three. So it's going to be an AU rewrite of the series. The endgame is Quinntana, but it will be a while before we get there. Also huge Faberry friendship, unholy trinity friendship, Pezberry friendship, Quitt friendship, and some surprising other pairings and friendships as well.