A/N: Keep in mind that this is first-season Quinn (or, really, Quinn just before the start of the first season) but written with second-season knowledge of her.
Here's to hoping Quinn survives the hiatus!
Perfect
Quinn Fabray was perfect.
She was beautiful, intelligent, charismatic, the perfect Christian girl, the ideal daughter, a cheerleader, adored, the object of all the boys' fantasies (you wish boys) and impossible to obtain.
Her daddy made sure she had everything she could ever want, with his rather large paychecks handy to back his promises up. Her mom taught her how to be and stay beautiful. She was showered with praises and gifts. Quinn had more friends than she knew what to do with, and had her pick of guys, and the perfect quarterback boyfriend.
But Quinn Fabray was also lonely. She knew none of her friends truly liked her; they were close to her because she was at the top, the queen bee, and all the girls she surrounded herself with, except for maybe Brittany Pierce, were waiting to knock her down and take the crown for themselves. They did their best to spread vicious rumors behind her back, as she did to them. No one in the school she wasn't "friends" with liked her; in fact they hated her. The only reason they didn't say it out loud because they were afraid of retribution. Having people fear you was not as satisfying as Sue Sylvester and Santana Lopez would have you believe. In fact, it sort of hurt to know that if she lost her title, no one would bother to help her or spare her a pitying glance.
And Quinn Fabray was a sinner. Head of the Celibacy Club – and, at barely sixteen, no longer a virgin. And she was a cheater, because she didn't even lose her virginity to her boyfriend, but to the school bad boy, Noah "Puck" Puckerman. Quinn Fabray was stupid, for sleeping with Puck, and for betraying sweet, stupid Finn's trust – and for dating Finn, whom she didn't even really like, in the first place.
Quinn Fabray was a liar, and Quinn Fabray was ugly – she wasn't even Quinn Fabray. She was Lucy Quinn Fabray – Lucy Caboosey, the fat, pimply, frizzy-haired girl with big, wire-rim glasses hiding behind contact lenses and a nose job, just waiting to claw her way to the surface and expose how fake Quinn truly was.
Quinn Fabray was unloved. She never felt close to her parents. If her father had an inkling that she wasn't still a blushing bride, she would probably be kicked out of the house. He would never speak to her again, and neither would her mother, because her mother always did as her father said. Quinn always came second, and though she didn't know much about how parents were supposed to act with their children, she knew that for any good mother, her child came before anything, and that certainly wasn't true of the Fabray family.
And if they knew she was pregnant….
Pregnant! At sixteen, unmarried, and soon to be the mother to a bastard child that was not even her boyfriend's – she would no longer be the child, she would have one.
Quinn Fabray was beautiful and ugly; intelligent and stupid; the perfect Christian and a sinner; the ideal daughter and an unprepared, expecting mother; a loving girlfriend and a heartless cheater; a fit cheerleader and a fat loser; natural and fake; popular and so, so lonely. But people would only ever be allowed to see the positive half of her, the half she wanted them to see. And Lucy could go hang herself.
Because Quinn Fabray was perfect.
A/N: Wow, this is really short. Thank you for reading!
