Hey everyone! So this is a story I've had in my head for a while. I have a feeling that there may be a story like it out there... so if there is, I didn't intend to steal!
It's a short first chapter, but I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for taking the time to read it:)
I hope you all enjoy!
Quinn Fabray (Season 1, pregnant):
Lost hope.
That's what I see when I look in the mirror.
I see a girl who used to have it all; the quarterback, the perfect body, the head cheerleading position.
My hair is still perfect and blonde. My lips are still full and red. My skin is still flawless, and despite the baby bump that makes everyone stop and stare, I'm still gorgeous.
My eyes, however, are empty. Empty and dull. Lifeless even. As if all of the life has been drained from them.
I frown. Then I remember what my father used to tell me about frowning.
Frowning makes you look ugly, Quinn. Don't frown.
I find my eyes are watering at the thought of my father. I haven't seen nor spoken to him or my mother since they kicked me out.
My mind wanders to Finn. I think about how he has treated me.
How he kicked me out of his house at my darkest hour.
How he turned his back on me when I needed him most.
How he chose Berry over me.
Berry.
My face turns red.
This is all her fault.
My hands begin to tremble with rage, but I contain myself.
No. No it's not.
This is your fault, Quinn.
Not Finn's.
Not Rachel's.
No, not even Puck's.
You chose to sleep with him. You chose to make the biggest mistake of your life.
It's slightly ironic, isn't it?
The pretty, popular, perfectly-Christian girl gets pregnant and loses everything while the self-righteous, self-confident, self-aware girl gets the boy.
Irony.
That's something Quinn's life has been full of recently.