Disclaimer: My prayers to own glee have not yet been answered so I own nothing; glee belongs to Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuck, and Ian Brenan
Quinn Fabray had always liked the color pink. She thought it was girly and pretty, and represented pure innocence. Which, being president of the celibacy club after all, she fully supported. Whenever she went shopping and saw a sweater she liked, she always hoped to see it in pink. To want to see pink. Now all she wanted was to not see pink. To not see two stupid little pink lines on the plastic stick in her hand. She sat on the cold tile floor in her bathroom up against the bathtub. Her father was at work and her mother was out shopping so she knew she had time. Time had never been as slow as she waited for the five minutes to be over and for the test results to be ready. This all started yesterday. Well if she was being technical, five weeks ago when she tossed her virginity out the window to Puck, but the need for the stupid plastic stick started yesterday. It was the end of the cheerios practice and she went to her locker in the locker room. She found a little paper cup sitting in her locker with iron tablets in it. Having her crazy need for her cheerios to be in tip top shapes at all cost, Coach Sylvester had in fact memorized every single one of her girls cycles so that whenever Mother Nature came for her monthly visit from hell, that hell wouldn't affect her squad's performance. Quinn looked at the cup and realized that she had no need to take them; and at that moment it hit her; her period was late. When Quinn first got her period in the seventh grade it had done a pretty decent job at staying on track. Either on track or earlier than it was supposed to. It wasn't usually late, and even if it was before she could just brush it off. She couldn't now, because she had sex she could no longer brush it off. However she quickly snapped herself out of it. You are Quinn Fabray, Quinn freaking Fabray. You are not pregnant, she chastised herself. She took the tablets and tossed them in the garbage so the cup would be empty and Coach Sylvester would just assume she had taken them. She went home, did her homework, and went to bed. The next morning when her period still did not come, she started to get scared. That whole day in school was a constant blur. Finn kept asking her if anything was wrong, she just said she was tired. That day after school, she snuck off campus and ditched cheerios practice. Coach Sylvester would kill her tomorrow but this was more important. She needed to know, and needed to know down. She swallowed all her pride and drove to a drug store across town and picked up a test. She drove home and locked herself in her bathroom and that lead her here. Not wanting to see pink. All this energy she had in not wanting to see a damn color. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, knowing it had been five minutes and that the results should be ready. She opened her eyes, flipped over the test and saw the color, knowing that she now officially hated one her favorite colors; pink.