A/N: ADShjkhg Creepy Quinn is an awesome mental image. One that I'm writing.
It was in the night when Quinn looked out from her balcony on that fateful night. A clear night with a navy blue sky and stars that would twinkle in the sky whenever they were looked upon. It was a perfect night, perfect. So very perfect. Not an aspect about it was imperfect. Not one aspect. That's why she chose to do it on that night. She wasn't planning on doing anything else that night. She elegantly swooped to the coat rack and picked out the little light beige cardigan that went so perfectly with her white dress and white sandals. She smiled softly, her beautiful pale face and green eyes that were so well framed by her short blonde hair were conveying nothing but innocence.
"Mom! I'm going out for a while; I won't be back until late!" Quinn called, already half out of the door. She didn't know whether her mother approved. She didn't care. All those phrases were just protocol now. The door slammed shut and she was outside, the light breeze tickling her face and blowing her hair. Quinn smiled, adrenaline coursing through her body as she fingered the tip of the needle in her pocket, laughing slightly as she felt her finger begin to bleed. There was another object in that pocket as well, some white thread that was uncoiling around the bleeding finger. She picked up her pace.
It didn't take Quinn long to reach her destination. She'd timed it to be exactly thirteen minutes, thirteen seconds. She reached out one skeletally pale hand and rapped on the door. The woman of intention answered, her brown eyes widening and lined face wrinkling, showing her surprise.
"Quinn?" The answering voice had a nasally quality that would be really annoying at any other time, but now, more than ever, just made Quinn shiver with excitement. But she was an actress - what would she be if she wasn't completely composed at the current moment in time?
"Hey, I came to see how you were doing." Quinn's voice was so quiet and soft, bundled up in the thickness of the air. It made Shelby feel so compelled to open the door to the girl who had betrayed her trust so awfully.
"Sure, come in."
Quinn smiled, "Thank you." She hesitated for just a little moment, "I think we should talk privately, away from Beth. You know, just in case things between us get a little... messy again."
Shelby looked at her quizically, "You say that as if you mean to start a fight." She laughed and . stepped back so that Quinn could get into the apartment.
Quinn walked past a sleeping Beth, smiling a smile that was so much more than a pleasantary. She stepped into the kitchen and softly shut the door.
Beth opened her little blue eyes. Things were quiet. Nice and quiet and good, as far as she was concerned. It wasn't like her mama's and Quinn's usual talks with each other. Normally, they would start yelling and she would cry. Things were quiet. That meant that things were good. Very good. It took a long time for the door to finally open again.
Quinn walked out with something in her hand. She wasn't wearing that cardigan of a few hours ago anymore. She leant over into Beth's crib and placed what she was carrying next to Beth's head before taking out her phone and texting Puck.
Should have custody of Beth very soon. -Q.
A/N: WHATDIDIJUSTIDON'TEVEN-. Wow. I don't usually write stuff like this, but it's Friday 13th, so I think I'm allowed a bit of horror. I know it's short and that it's not particularly descriptive, but I hope it was enjoyable anyway.
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