A/N: Yes, it's short, but it's about five in the morning and I couldn't sleep because this idea was in my head.
It started out with a roaring, bursting flame.
She was queen. She has the power to put people in their place with just a glance. She had power, and more import the fear of others. They were terrified of her, what she would do to them if they crossed her, or even look at her the wrong way. If they were lucky they got off with an insult, a silly nickname that would stick to them till the day the graduate. If they were unlucky, which usually they were, they became her target. This was the way it had always been for Quinn, loved by little, feared by all.
Slowely the flame was fading, weakening down the stick.
It all started with a mistake, a stupid, wished-to-be-forgotten mistake. She didn't mean to do it, sleep with her boyfriend's beat friend, she really didn't. She didn't mean to believe his "trust me", she really shouldn't have. But she did, and she wound up pregnant. Pregnant for god's sake! She hated herself for letting one little mistake lead to this. The mistake that lead to the tears, the confession, the denial, and the truth.
Moving toward the end, the flame became even weaker.
She was nothing; no one stared at her with fear. They stared at her with judgment, pity. She was a sob story, the pregnant; ex head cheerleader whose parents kicked her out. Quinn was no longer a fear for many, a person people looked at for what was cool, what was in style, she was just there.
The flame faded, burning the match down to charred remains, burning the hand that held it, dropping to the floor amongst its ashes.
She was no longer Quinn Fabray at all. She was no one; Quinn Fabray was a long forgotten memory, never return again.
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