Chapter 1.
"Hey, Quinn! You coming or not?" shouted Finn from downstairs.
"Coming!" I replied.
The whole glee club went for a picnic after nationals, when we got home. I was getting ready while Finn called from downstairs.
"You are so impatient!" I said teasingly as i made my way down the stairs.
"We're already 30 minutes late, baby" He smiled back, "You look beautiful, by the way." He added as I was half way down the staircase.
"Tha-," was all that managed to come out before I slipped and went tumbling down the stairs, and woke up.
I'm so sick of these dreams. I thought to myself, trying my best not to tear up. What did I do to lose him? Was it the homecoming obsession? What does he see in Rachel? Her obsessive personality is so attractive isn't it?
Lost in my thoughts, I finally managed to fall asleep. Another night of crying myself to sleep-over him.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, and hurried to my bathroom. Brushed my teeth, washed my face and the usual stuff. I looked into the mirror, all i saw was a broken girl with a good for nothing pretty face. What's the point if it isn't good enough for him? I thought.
"Quinn, dear! Are you ready? It's getting late!" Called my mom from downstairs.
"Coming!" I replied.
I found my favorite sun dress and changed into it, had breakfast and left for school.
"Did anyone come up with something, today?" asked the glee club.
I managed to sit furthest away from Finn, next to Santana and Britney and Sam and Mercedes to my left.
"I do!" announced Rachel (as usual).
She got up and sang her own version of 'Break Me Out'. I snuck a glance towards Finn, he was gazing at her, smiling, cheering her on. The way he used to be when I was up singing. Santana caught me looking at him.
"He's not worth it, Q" She said.
After Nationals it has been pretty good between me, Santana and Britney, kind of how we used to be.
"Yeah, what she said, Quinn. They're much hotter guys than Finn." Added Britney.
I didn't know what to say, I just flashed a smile at them, and started listening to Rachel. She is pretty good I thought, New Directions probably wouldn't have had many chances of making it this far if it wasn't for her.
After Rachel, Sam and Mercedes performed.
I smiled to myself, they looked like a couple. Cute.
Glee club was a breeze. I went out looking for my mother to see if she came to pick me up, since my car was out for some repairs, but she wasn't there. It was pretty cloudy and looked like it was going to rain. I took my phone out of my bag and looked at the screen; there were 4 missed calls from her. My heart raced as I dialed her number.
"Hello? Oh! Quinn, I'm so sorry, I tried calling but you weren't picking up, I got caught up at work and can't come, could you ask your friend for a ride?" She said, she sounded kind of sad.
"Oh, okay, um, I'll see, call you when I get home" I said and hung up.
I looked around to see if anyone I knew was around, staying after school or something, and then i saw him. Finn. I couldn't possibly ask him.I thought, There has to be someone else. I frantically looked around, but then he saw me.
"Anything wrong?" he asked, he looked concerned.
"Uh, it's just that I don't have a ride, because my mom-" Was all i said before he cut me off.
"I'll drop you." He offered.
"No, it's all right, I'll just call Mercedes or Santana" I replied, the last thing i wanted was to be in his truck again, the same truck we broke up in.
"No, that'll take too long, come on." He insisted.
I looked into his eyes; he was genuinely concerned and probably really wanted me to go with him. I heard thunder and we both looked up in the sky.
"Come on, looks like it's going to rain anyways" saying that he grabbed my hand and lead me to his truck.
"Rachel-", he cut me off again.
"She won't mind" he assured me with a smile.
We got into his truck. The memories flooded back like a dam with a cracked wall. The make out sessions, his sweet kisses, the dates we went on, places we went together... prom. You could even smell his cologne. He started the car and we took off towards my house. I gazed out the window to avoid looking at him.
"So, how's it going?" He tried to break the silence.
"Okay." I replied without looking at him.
He glanced at me.
"You've been acting different lately...Haven't dissed Rachel or anyone for that matter, you're so quiet." He said.
How would you expect me to be? Happy? I thought. He was right though, I hadn't bitched on anyone in a long time, after the break up actually. I mean seriously, what was the point? I really just don't want more reasons for more people to hate me.
"Like it matters." I said looking down at my hands.
I saw him look at me through my peripheral vision.
"Quinn, I'm really sorry, for what it's worth... Like if it's my fault. And I-" Was all he managed to say before there was a crash and the car started spinning around. The last thing I remembered was hitting my head on the dashboard, seeing blood and then blacking out.
The next thing I know, I was in the hospital, with my mom sitting on the chair to my right...