A/N: This is just a little something I thought of while reading this prompt.- ( post/33537035964/i-think-its-be-cool-if-someone-could-write-a)

I'll definitely try to expand and continue it when I get the chance. This is my first fanfiction story so reviews and comments are definitely appreciated.

Don't text and drive. That's what got me into this situation in the first place, not that I regret this situation. But surely there's got to be other ways to meet the love of your life. Ways not involving temporary paralysis. Well this probably doesn't make sense, so I'll start from the beginning. I'm Quinn Fabray, and this is the story of how I met and fell for Rachel Berry.

When I was in high school, I was HBIC (Head bitch in charge) And I owned the place. Then I slept with the school manwhore, got knocked up, kicked out and eventually lost most of my social status. I didn't really have a good time in high school; it never felt like I had anyone to talk to. Well until senior year...

January 2011.

"Quinn sit still. Stop fidgeting," Santana said clearly annoyed, trying to fix my hair. "Those professors are going to love you."

I had just received an interview with the board of Yale as part of my early admission. I didn't have the money to attend of course but I knew that maintaining a straight A average throughout teenage pregnancy spiked their interest.

"Yea, you're right. Okay well," I glanced at my watch once again. "SHIT! I gotta go San." I shot up, knocking Santana's hand out of the way, took my purse and ran to my car.

"Ay dios mio. GOODLUCK FABRAY!" I heard Santana call after me.

I turned the ignition and peeled out of the school parking lot. I was going to the Yale admission board in Ohio. I had an hour to get there and the journey took a little over an hour and a half. Do the math, I had to rush. First, I had to get out of Lima.

'Shitty town' I thought.

Now I can't say I'm proud of my following actions. Looking back on it, I would have smacked myself for even thinking of doing them...

I was heading towards the highway when my phone went off. At that point I was doing 90 in a 50 zone. I looked at the name flashing on the screen and felt my heart jump in my throat.

Shelby Cocaran.

What the fuck did she want? She already had my child. Instinctively I reached over to the passenger seat and flipped my phone open.

Quinn,

Hey. I was wondering if you would be able to come and babysit Beth next week. I have to leave on a business trip and my parents can't fly in.

Please,

Shelby

I heard what sounded like nails on a chalkboard and suddenly everything was bright.

Then I saw black.