A/N: I don't own Glee. But I do own a few characters in this story.

A/N: In this fic, no one in glee club knows each other.

Chapter One; Lucy Fabray Strikes Again

Quinn Fabray uncomfortably shifted in her chair and fidgeted with papers on her lap and sighed. One day. One day until school was over for three months straight. It was about time. School was a complete and utter drag. Although Quinn was blonde and pretty. But with all that she was still one of the few lonely people. It was odd, how all the nerds fit in somewhere, yet Quinn was simply lost.

"Need some help with that?" a popular guy said, and Quinn was unsure whether he was being sincere or rudely torturing the lonely girl. The look in his eyes left Quinn confused whether he was teasing or not. He half-smiled and gestured toward her books and papers.

"I'm fine," Quinn muttered. She was positively fine, she was okay being lonely. Sure, she'd rather be in a relationship and have a group of friends, preferably four, like in the movies and have her partner give her flowers and chocolates on Valentine's day and kiss her and hug her… but she wouldn't risk humiliation for something that was probably impossible.

"You're Lucy, right? Fabray?" he said. He was obviously clueless enough to be unaware that she preferred to be called Quinn rather than Lucy. 'Lucy' was a past she didn't often like to explore. "I'm Ben."

"So I've heard," Quinn said monotonously. "I go by Quinn, for your information."

Ben nodded. "So I've heard. Personally, I think you look like a Lucy."

Was that an insult? Or did he honestly think Lucy was a proper name? Or did he think Lucy was a dorky name to match Quinn's dorky personality and looks? "I don't care what you think," Quinn mumbled in annoyance. It was slightly true. She tried to forget what others thought because, at the end of the day it didn't matter. Because nobody talked to her.

"Nothing I'd put past you," Ben raised his eyebrows. And what the hell was that supposed to mean, exactly?

"Excuse me?" Quinn cringed in disgust at Ben's narcissism and overall annoying, disgusting personality. She could hardly believe she'd even bothered talking to him. Of all people.

"Nothing."

"Whatever you say," Quinn rolled her eyes.

After the bell rang, Quinn felt a twinge of relief. That was, until, she got death glares from the popular crowd on the way home. Angela Roland, a girl in her homeroom who was usually fairly generous to poor Quinn and was one of the few that actually called Quinn 'Quinn' instead of Lucy, analyzed her outfit and rolled her eyes. Quinn swore she heard her mumble, "What a dweeb." and her friend, Sydney Walters say, "She dresses like a grandmother. Her style is so…", finished off by the straight F student Lynn Rivers, "Home-schooled." That specific comment made Quinn assume she'd been home-schooled most her life with an unintelligent frog as her teacher.

If only Quinn's parents had enrolled her in a fun, crazy public school rather than a classy, formal, bitchy private school. Her parents had told her to feel lucky she wasn't required to wear a uniform. Lucky. What a perfect way to describe it, eh?

"Angela, Sydney, Lynn," Quinn announced with a fake devilish smile. "Got a problem with my outfit?"

"Well," Sydney began. "I don't necessarily have a problem with it, I just think it's ugly."

"Angela?" Quinn said, crunching her eyebrows as if to stick a question mark in the middle of the conversation.

"You and your outfit," Angela said shaking her head. "They match. So, good job with coordination, Lucy."

Quinn's jaw dropped. Soon enough all three were chanting 'Lucy Caboosey'. Exactly like at her old private school. She was sure after getting procedures it'd all stop. She could trust no one. She had to run away. Where to? It was unknown, but she couldn't take these bitches for a day more.

Quinn read the big sign as she pulled into a high school driveway. "Lima, Ohio." she smiled in relief. "Finally. I'm free." Who knew who she'd meet here? She might end up getting killed because she'd be living in her car and her parents didn't know about this but maybe she'd make friends at this dingy public school … "McKinley High" — and live with them! It was so exciting, being on her own. No Ben, or his hideous step-sister Sydney. No fakey Angela. No dumb ass Lynn. Just freedom and the kids at McKinley. Yet Quinn had no idea what she was in for.

Lucy Caboosey no more. Right? Quinn Fabray. Quinny. Q. Queen Quinn. Queen Bee Q. It sounded so perfect. Quinn ran a finger through her soft, flawless blonde hair and finally turned off her car. Peace might not be so far away. Summer would begin and someone would notice her. If not? There were other places to go find peace. Her past was a good distance away.

Quinn sighed and smiled. This was it. This was peace.