Author's note: This is just the prologue to the story :) If you like it please review so then I will know to carry on :) I am basically going to write about how Quinn discovers she is pregnant, and how she deals with it up until she tells Finn, and then the actual glee episodes can take over. I really hope you like this short chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters.


Prologue

It hadn't meant to happen.

That's what she said at least.

It was a mistake.

Well, for her it was anyway.

She'd felt fat that day.

That was her excuse.

It was the wine coolers that did it.

That's what she claimed.

It hadn't meant to happen.

But it had.

And everyone knows you can't get drunk off three wine coolers.

Quinn Fabray entered school warily that day. Would everyone be able to guess what she had done? Was it written all over her face, all over her body? Would people be able to tell that her innocence had been stripped away in one drunken miss-hap of a night that she would never be able to take back? She hoped not.

Quinn was a girl to whom appearances meant everything. As head cheerleader at William McKinley High School, she stood at the top of the social pyramid. She had beautiful blonde hair, a Quarter-back boyfriend, and a small entourage; girls who were pretty enough to be Quinn's friends, but were normal enough to provide no competition. Quinn's whole life was a perfect cliché, and that was just the way she had planned it from the very beginning. She desperately wanted to make her family proud, and she wasn't going to let a stupid one-night stand ruin everything that she had worked so hard to build up. It was a mistake, there was no discussion.

So why did she feel butterfly's in her stomach every time she thought about that night?

And that boy.

Quinn pushed aside any thoughts that could potentially ruin her reputation, that boy being one of them. Finn was her boyfriend, not him, and that was the way it was going to stay. That was the way it had to stay. There was no discussion.

Sometimes Quinn Fabray hated being perfect.

It was a lot harder work than people gave her credit for.

And she was almost running out of excuses for her mistakes.

That's right. It was a mistake. There was no discussion.


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