AN: I know the idea sucked. This is my first fanfiction ever. By the way, this is post-season 1, so there's no Sam in the story. Please read and review. Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Chapter 1: Meet Quinn.
I hopped off my Mini Cooper and grabbed my purse, altogether with my new Eat, Pray, Love novel. It's been quite a good day, even though this was rather a routine for me since about four months ago. I would wake up in the morning, and my mom would went to the restaurant first. I would went to grab my breakfast if my mom didn't invite me to have breakfast at her house or with her somewhere else. Usually, I would went to Danny's Diner and have my breakfast there, or sometimes just bought it and eat at my office in the restaurant. Sometimes, after had or bought my breakfast I would drop by at Starbucks, which is on the route from my home to the restaurant.
After I finished my supervising shifts at the restaurant—from morning until 1 p.m.—I would had lunch and then went to the bookstore or Starbucks, or to the mall if I fancied. Well, there's not exactly so much to do for a person like me in this big city. New York. Well, I should consider myself fortunate. I mean, what I did for a living is pretty nice, and it definitely covers up my needs. I've got friends, not so many, but they're all very good. Mercedes, Santana, Brittany, Rachel, and Puck. They're my friends from high school, at least that's what they claimed themselves as.
My name is Quinn Fabray.
I'm 25 years old. I'm an owner of a restaurant in New York City, and I live pretty well. I went to McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio, and I moved to New York City with my mother because I went to NYU after high school. The woman named Judy Adams is my amazing mother. She helps me run things at the restaurants. She is married again to a nice guy named Bill Adams, he's a lecturer at NYU, and she lives with him while I live in my. Bill's a wealthy guy, he's very kind, not to mention smart. And he loves my mom. I do think mom deserves him, after what happened to her and my bastard father.
My best friends are Santana and Mercedes. Santana is a latina and she's a model, not to mention a very hot one, who works for an agency with Brittany. She's maybe kind of bitchy sometimes, but actually, she's a good person and she's really fun. She's that kind of girl who loves to party, to go to clubs and eventually she loves hook-ups too. But now, she's on her way settling down with one Noah Puckerman. They really fit with each other. Puck's a total badass and she's also the same. They have this one kind of relationship that's very hot and passionate—I don't have to describe it so spesifically—but also romantic in a weird way. Santana often took me out to accompany her to the club, to Puck's club, usually, and I would get home very drunk and my mom would have to cover my supervising shift at the restaurant the next morning. She's an expert in having fun—in her way.
Mercedes is super sassy. She owns a boutique. She's a real fashion diva. Their designs are awesome, colorful, unique and beautifully wearable. Much to my pleasure, they often send me their designs—for free. I always loved to wear dresses. I wear dresses like, almost all the time. My favorite dress is the one of Mercedes's designs, a knee-length navy dress, with little white dots that darkens as it went down the dress, so it looked like stars. I think it's so cute and beautiful. Mercedes is brave, easy going and she's the best shopping partner ever, alongside with San. She's the person I would went to when I had troubles, for example when I dump that Dean guy because he's actually engaged already. She's the one I would spend nights with watching movies and chick-flicks. I don't watch movies often with Santana, because she had her own way of spending the night.
To my knowledge, I had a pretty bad history. I was a head bitch in charge with San and Britt back then at high school. (Me and San were frenemies long ago. We're totally not now.) I'm the head cheerleader, the president of the celibacy club, and I almost always got straight A's at every subjects I took. I joined a glee club, which always considered a total loser's club back then, for mean purposes. I hated Rachel Berry—now Rachel St. James—whom was the star of the glee club and now a Broadway Star. Well, we're very close now, at least when she wasn't busy. We're close because before San happened, Puck used to date her and I've always kept in touch with Puck. And then now's the hard part. I dated Puck back then, and I was knocked up. I got pregnant in high school, and kicked from the cheerleading squad, and disowned by my parents. I lived with Puck, then with Mercedes, because Puck's mom never liked me so much. Mercedes told me that when I was pregnant I could only hang out with the glee clubbers because no one else would. When she told me this, I cried. Hard. After I gave birth, I name mine and Puck's baby Beth, and I handed it for adoption to Ms. Shelby Corcoran, who was Rachel's biological mother (she was raised by her dad, who was gay). After graduation, I went straight to NYU, and my mom decided that we should all move to New York, because my older sister, Mikaela, lived here with her fiancé.
That's all I know about me.
I suffered from a memory loss after a car accident about 8 or so months ago. So, I kind of not sure about things I know about me, but I thank god that my mother, Bill, my family and my friends supported and helped me so much. The good news, they all took contribution to help me recover, meaning they went to my house a lot and told me a lot of stories about me. Mercedes and Puck got to told me about my high school life, which I considered miserable. The bad news, no matter how hard I tried, I only can remember what people told me during the whole recovering thing and I am completely blatant of what happened in the 25 years of my life before. However, mom and Bill advised me to move on and start a new life ahead. Maybe I could fix my bad attitude before. They are the closest thing to me I had beside God. Oh yeah, I am told that I'm very, very religious. So, I, who was a financial consultant in a company before the accident, start to own a restaurant as a start. Mom helped me to do it. And Bill, too, of course. It's like starting a whole new life.
Quinn hopped off of her Mini Cooper car, purse and an Eat, Pray, Love novel in hand. She wore a floral blouse and jeans, and she's using her favorite red flat shoes. She stopped a while at the magazine corner, sneaking a peek of what's in today's newspaper and what's on the cover of Elle. However, she decided not to buy either one of them and instead she entered Starbucks. She smiled at Deliah, the cashier, who was very familiar with her already. For Quinn, because she went to the coffee shop so often, the bills are piled and would be sent to Quinn's apartment for every end of the month, so, she didn't have to pay on the spot when she bought her usual latte.
"Good morning, Miss. What can I do to help you?" Deliah said while trying to suppress a smile. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, Deliah, did you have to ask? I come here almost everyday and you never bothered to memorize my usual latte?" Quinn asked her, arching an eyebrow. Deliah grinned ear-to-ear and pointed to the pin on her chest.
"I was crowned as the Employee of the Month just yesterday. I have to be polite and helpful to all the customers or else I would have to give up the throne. So, one latte for you, Miss. Can I do anything else to help you?" Quinn laughed.
"Yeah, you can. Stop doing that." She said and Deliah laughed with her while she handed her her latte.
"Careful, it's hot." Deliah warned. Quinn rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, D. Thanks. It's totally my first time buying coffee, I have no idea that it's hot." And with that, she waved to Deliah who already faced another costumer. Quinn turned around to find a tall brunette guy standing before her.
"Quinn?"