Making a new one cause this has been in my head for a while. Lemme know what you think because I may not finish it if it's stupid.
I don't own Glee, or anything with a brand name. For the entire story.
Eventually Faberry/Klaine.
Chapter 1
"Quinn, wake up. It's time for school," my brother, Kurt said, shaking me. I grudgingly got out of bed and got into the shower. Coach Sylvester had us working really hard this week for some Cheerios performance; since I was the captain, I had to be there, and guide all of these kids. It's not like Coach does anything. It was only the third week of school too!
I threw my wet hair into a high pony tail, and zipped up my Cheerios outfit. My tiredness was starting to show. Maybe Kurt had some sort of foundation to wear. I walked down into the basement to ask. He was sitting at a vanity in his off-white room putting something on his face.
"Hey, Kurt, do you have anything to make me look less 'tired'?" I asked.
He looked at me for a minute, and then stood up silently and headed to his cabinet.
"Maybe you shouldn't work yourself so hard, Quinn. You're tired all the time, and this could lead to something worse," he said, handing me a small jar, "Make sure you apply it all over, and only go down your face with it, so it doesn't go directly into your pores," he added.
"Stop telling me what I should and shouldn't do," I snapped back, and then instantly said, "Sorry, I'm just in a bad mood, and I can't really stop anyway."
"Then quit the Cheerios," Kurt suggested.
"Absolutely not. For one, Coach wouldn't let me, and two, I'm head bitch in charge, so it needs to stay that way, and this is the only way. If I wasn't head Cheerio anyway, Puck would still be throwing you into dumpsters," I said.
"Well, just try to tone it down, I care about you, you're my sister, but I really need to finish this, or else we'll be late," Kurt replied.
"Yeah, I'll try my best," I said, and walked up the stairs to get breakfast with my daddy after putting on the make-up Kurt gave me.
"Good morning Daddy," I said, in a cheery tone, and pranced passed the couch into the kitchen after giving him a kiss on the cheek. He didn't need to know about my drowsy state; he'd be worse than Kurt about it.
"Good morning sweet heart, eat something good before doing all that jumping, and twisting today," he replied, folding his newspaper, and getting up from the couch to follow me.
"Cheerleading, and yes, I'll eat some oatmeal or something," I said, and grabbed a bowl, just so he would get off my case. I've been through the not eating thing, with Coach's shakes. It was bad, and that is why Daddy always makes me eat. I've also been having many cravings lately. I don't know what it is.
"Add an apple, and some juice as well, Quinn," he said sternly, and starting packing his own sandwich for lunch later.
"Yes Daddy," I said, and plucked one from the bowl and sat at the little table we have. I normally wouldn't have eaten all of this, but seriously, I've been so hungry all the time.
Kurt came up the stairs a few seconds later, and joined me for breakfast. Dad left after saying goodbye and wishing us a good day at school.
"You're actually eating?" Kurt exclaimed sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, shut up," I said quietly, and then rinsed out my bowl and set it in the sink to wash when I got home from Cheerios practice later.
We went out to his car, and drove together to school. I had an early Cheerios practice, and Kurt was used to coming early. He just ghosted off, because he thinks I can't be seen with him. Says it'll tear down my rep. I agreed, but deep down I really didn't care that much. If my brother needed me, I'd be right there in a heartbeat. Coach obviously didn't like our routine, and one girl on the top fell down. They really were sloppy. It made me start the day off in a bad mood.
Now for bitch mode, which is really wearing me out. Finn came up to me, and walked me to my class, while he had Spanish with the creep teacher. Mr. Show? I forgot his name.
I love Finn. I really do. I made a huge mistake a while ago, and I regret all of it. Finn will never know though. Ever. Classes were pretty good. I made it through. In Gym class, I just sat in the bleachers with a couple other Cheerios and went to stalk loser's MySpace pages. Rachel Berry. She was a favorite of ours to mess with. She posted a new video last night. She seems to think she's cool, and always does things with her singing. I'll have to admit, she sure can sing. I actually only watch them because I love to hear her voice. Someone caught me, and asked what I was doing, so I said hate comments. I wrote something terrible, and that's how it started.
On My Own, I knew this song from somewhere. Kurt plays it sometimes. Kurt can sing tremendously, but I think Rachel does it better.
Cheerios Practice was slightly better at the end of the day, but still had Coach yelling at people telling them how terrible they are, and bring down everybody's spirit.
I went home with Kurt, and slumped onto the couch with my book bag. I was exhausted.
"What's up?" he asked, and plopped down next to me.
"Nothing, I'm just really tired," I said, and took out my binder to start my biology homework.
"I don't believe you," he said, and pulled out whatever he had for homework.
"Alright, I just haven't been feeling good lately. I'm tired no matter how early I go to bed, and I'm hungry. All the damn time," I admitted.
"Are you pregnant?" He asked, slightly joking. Oh my god, that could be it.
I hesitated, "No."
He saw it though, "Quinn, are you pregnant?"
"No, that's absurd," I said.
"Tell me, did you have sex with Finn?" he asked, turning on the couch to look at me directly.
I looked down, and felt my eyes water up, "No," I said honestly.
"Don't lie to me, I want to help you," He said, and taking my hands.
"Puck. It was Puck," I whispered, and felt the tear glide down my face.
"Noah Puckerman?" he asked. I nodded my head.
"Come here. I don't care, even if you are having a baby, you're still my sister. I won't tell anyway. Cross my heart," Kurt said, and pulled me into his small lap, and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around my older brother, and cried.
It felt like hours, but I got up, and went right into the bathroom.
"Are you throwing up?" Kurt asked surprised, from outside the door.
"No, I'm just washing my face," I said, and came out a few minutes later with him in the kitchen.
"Let's make cupcakes. We can use mom's old recipe. It always seemed to cheer you up," Kurt said, and handed me a mixing bowl.
"I don't know though, about being pregnant. It really just dawned on me today; but yes, I did do it with Puck. He offered me some wine coolers, and I was feeling fat that day, so it was the biggest mistake I ever made," I answered, and took the bowl from him.
"So you're not sure? How long has it been? Can you take a pregnancy test?"
"I don't know," I answered.
"How about we go to a drug store out of town, while the butter gets to room temperature, and before Dad gets home from work," he suggested, taking the stick of butter and setting it up on the counter.
"I don't know about that, Kurt,"
"You got to know some time, Hun," he said, and slipped his arm through mine and took me to the front hall with our shoes and dragged me to his car. I reluctantly agreed. I didn't want to know my fate. My heart sat in my throat.
"Please don't make me go in with you," I said, once we drove far enough away for no one to know us.
"Alright. I'll be right back," he said, and went it.
I sighed, and thought to myself. What if I really was pregnant? My life would be ruined. I can't get pregnant at fifteen. What would my dad think of me? That I'm a slut? He means so much to me, and I love him so much. I've already lost my mother, and I can't lose him as well. Finn too. He's my first true love. Well at least I think. I can't get him out of my head, and I feel lonely without him. Kurt's always there for me. I hope he doesn't think differently of me either. All the hopes and dreams. I was going to grow up and be a lawyer. If I have a kid, I won't be able to go to school, and I'll be a Lima Loser for the rest of my life while Rachel goes to New York and sings her heart out.
Why does Rachel come up in all of this? I don't even know Rachel, let alone like her. I seriously don't know what's up with me.
Kurt opened his door and scared me. He had the terrible object in his hand in a white plastic bag. We drove home in silence.
"Dad will be home in an hour, go do this now. I have no idea what you're supposed to do though, so read the instructions right. I'll be right here if you need me. You know I'll love you either way," Kurt said, and handed me the bag. I went into the small bathroom slowly and took the box from the bag. I was scared. I mean, I can't be pregnant? I'm just misreading things. I can just be hungry because I'm starting my period or something. Then I thought about it. I haven't had my period at all last month. I didn't even realize it. I took my time, and did the test right, and let it sit on the sink edge while I waited and went out to the kitchen to find Kurt hasn't done anything but pace.
"Calm down," I told him.
"Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?" Kurt asked, and saw the first smile from me tonight.
"Yes, probably, but I'm popular, and a girl, I know how to hide my feelings," I replied.
He stood for a moment without answer.
"How long do we wait for this because we have to hide it before dad gets home," Kurt finally said.
"I don't know, fifteen minutes," I replied.
"Well, we'll have to throw it out in the neighbors garbage can or something," he joked.
"Good, go do that," I said.
"Do you want me to look?" he asked a few minutes later.
"No, I'm a big girl. Even if it's going to ruin my life, I'll do it," I said, and went slowly to the bathroom again.
"Alright," he said. I grabbed his hand though, and pulled him with me. It just gave me a little strength. After the day was closed, was my most weak moments. I had to put on a façade for everyone else, but it just collapses at home. I can't do it that long.
It was positive.
"These aren't always right? I mean, it could be wrong," I said unsurely.
"I got the expensive one," Kurt said.
"So? They can make mistakes," I said.
"Right, we won't know unless you were to go to a doctor," Kurt said.
"Dad can't know. No one. Promise me you won't tell a soul," I said, and stuffed the evil thing into the bag again and shoved it into Kurt's arms, "Throw it out, I never want to see it again."
"I will, but you know you'll have to tell dad if it actually comes out right?" he said.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to unless it's true. I won't say anything until it's absolutely necessary. I swear if you tell anyone I will never talk to you ever again," I said, pulling the last bits of power I had in me.
He looked sympathetic, "I promise. Now, how about you got to bed early," he said, and put his arm around my shoulder to guide me to my room. A few minutes later he brought me my book bag with promises of a dinner in bed. I never saw the bag of evidence again.
