Pretty Girl (The Way)

Chapter 1

Quinn

Quinn Fabray took a piece of platinum blonde hair and folded it behind her ear as she took in her reflection. A new year, a new start…

As her eyes fell over her once slender figure she couldn't help but grimace. Boring a baby after nine months of the brutal sabotage her tiny body had to endure hadn't helped her in her bid to return to her pre-Juno mishap. Infact, she knew she had to be mad to think it could be THAT easy…

Baby Lola had been born last month. After a caesarean following a very traumatic birth, she had then had to go through the next few weeks trying to find suitable parents… leading her to where she was now.

A crappy hotel in the centre of town.

Oh the joys of limited living.

Her father still hadn't made any effort to get in otuch with her, and whatever her father did you can make damn well sure so will her mother. That's what choosing money and security over love does to you, she presumed. She'd very nearly slipped into that abyss herself only to pull herself out swiftly. Over the past year she'd come to realise there definitely was A LOT MORE to life than money. Mr Schue would have been proud.

Following the birth of Lola, Mr Shuester, or Will as she now called him, had been kind enough to pull a few months off of attending school – sending her homework and assignments via email or post. She was keeping up, which was one less thing to worry about. She hadn't seen or heard from any of the members of Glee Club – not that she expected to. She knew all along that if they had been forced to choose, they'd side with Finn all the way.

A small tap at the door broke her from her daydreams, "Ms. Fabray… you have guests in the lobby."

Ever heard of a phone, douche?

"Send them through, Lawrence…" She piped up, smally and the silence at the other side of the door told her he was on his way. This was it… crunch time.

Emmett

Emmett sat in the foyer, watching as his 'parents' paced the floor, waiting. He glanced towards his sister, Alice and she threw him a small smile before returning to her book.

They had arrived in Lima three weeks beforehand… homeless and Bella-less nonetheless. He grimaced as he looked towards a sulky looking Edward sat near the practically parched plant.

Following 'birthdaygate' (in which Jasper had kindly nearly murdered his beloved Bella), the family had been forced to leave Forks as a last minute decision. Carlisle had said it was far too risky sticking around, with the number of 'animal attacks' on the increase (or maybe it was the ageing thing, he didn't quite remember) forcing Edward to leave Bella alone.

No-one knew what had become of her.

He wondered if she had a better car now…

Needless to say, Edward had been in a foul mood since they had arrived, even going to moving out and away from the family for the first time in a hundred years. Today had been his first meeting with them since they arrived, although Emmett didn't know why he bothered, really…

A lot happened in those three weeks.

Rosalie had gone.

Yes, gone.

After being dragged along by Alice on one of her infamous shopping trips, she had met a mysterious stranger, who went only by the name of 'Rodrigo'. Upon shaking his hand, Alice had had one of her life-changing visions, and she just had to tell Rosalie…

The vision was of 'Rodrigo' making love to Rosalie, and the next that followed was of her caring to him as an old man.

"Rosalie…" Emmett smiled up at her as she entered the room, "You're back. get anything nice for your bear?"

"Uh…"

"Are you okay?"

"Sit down Emmett… there's something I need to tell you."

"O-kay," He replied, sitting down and eyeing her with great caution. And then she did it. she told him. everything. About Rodrigo, Alice's vision, the kiss, the love making. It made his skin crawl, it really did. To think of somebody else with his wife, his Rose. Somebody kissing her, touching her, making her scream his name. Was it some sort of joke? He'd thought. But her gaze told a different story… She was leaving him for a man she'd met last week. He stayed still as she packed her bags, as she told him she had never loved him, as she threw her ring at him. And all he thought to himself was that she'd be back. She would definitely be back. As soon as she realized she couldn't be without her 'bear', she'd be back…

But the days had turned to weeks and she still didn't return.

He hadn't moped though. If there was anything he had learnt from Edwards little human mishap it was to carry on going no matter how much it kills you (no pun intended). And so less than a week later, he was crawling bars and clubs, and sleeping with as many women as he could. He'd never given into the cravings he had for them though, which was an accomplishment. No matter how hot they had made him, he had never once drunk their blood. Carlisle would be proud…ish.

A small middle-aged man appeared in the doorway, beckoning us towards him. within an instance they were following him up the stairs.

The stairwell was narrow and long. Hell, it was long…

After what seemed like a gazillion steps they stopped outside a room. Within an instance, the sound of a baby crying alerted them.

The door opened to reveal a small blonde. She threw the family a cautious, but approachable smile before beckoning for them to enter. Sure enough, a moses baskey was present. Emmett looked towards Esme. Her eyes filled with joy as the blonde presented them with a small bundle.

"You must be Quinn," Esme spoke up, politely, "We're the Cullens."