OK so this is just something that came to mind after watching my favorite movie so many damn times and I apologise in advance for any mistakes no ones looked over it and had one too many margaritas otherwise I wouldn't have the courage to really post this. This is my first time doing this so I very much would like some help if anyone will give it so I end this here and leave you to whatever this is.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this cup in my hand and my laptop maybe...

Personal Time

9:58 a.m. The red blockish numbers on her clock stared back at her by the night stand next to her bed. Be sides the small light filtering in from the small crack in curtains it was the only thing that was lighting up the dark room. She just keeps staring at the clock as it glares back the reality of time. As the digits change to next minute she keeps staring at her knowing what's going to happen in the next few minutes. It's stupid she knows, but it's the only thing that keeps her mind from wandering to things she rather not think about it.

9:59 the clock red light glares at her back at her as if it's challenging her. One more minute and the challenge is almost over.

She hears rattling downstairs, her mother must be getting ready for work or burglars, she thinks. It might be fun wouldn't it? If it made her morning more interesting, why not? Anything to get her mind off a certain person it would all be good.

She hears the door creak open and hit the wall followed by some curses. She wants to laugh, picturing her mother struggling to get all her suitcases through the door, but she can't find it in her to laugh. She feels devoid of emotion to even crack a joke about it to herself. Why was her mom leaving again? Oh that's right her mother, Judy Fabray, was on her way to some expo in Ohio, one that Quinn had absolutely no interest in ever if it meant she could have the house to herself why question it right? Although it used to be that being alone on a weekend should've made her thrilled and excited to have the house to her self but there was nothing. She didn't even mention it to her friends who would've enjoyed the opportunity to throw some sort of big crazy party. But alas no there she was having a staring contest with her alarm clock. 10:02 am. When the hell did that happen? Oh right spacing out again. She heard her mother's car come to life the engine roaring down the somewhat quiet street. Subtle mom.

She looks back at her clock 10:09. Time flies when I don't it to but when I need it to go the hell faster it takes its damn time. She stares intently seeing the nine turn to a zero she slams her hand down on the top before button before the annoying beeping can commence. I need to get a better hobby. She had set her alarm at a later time knowing she wasn't going to head to school but still wanting to wake up a reasonable time so as not to waste the entire day but that would only work if you went to sleep to begin with she thinks now starring at her ceiling slowly getting up to check on her cell phone. 3 text msgs 1 missed call none from the person she wants to hear from.

She contemplates whether or not she should call her and try to make things right, but she ends up just throwing her phone on her bed and looking at her walls filled with posters, pictures, banners, and several other types of memorabilia. She runs her hand across some of the pictures. Some of the pictures are of her and different groups of people and few pictures are with the two people that could be considered her best friends if not her only, the tan skinned brunette with long flowing hair wore a tight fitting jeans and stripped long sleeved shirt that hugged all the right places, not that she checks out her friend she just notices these things, she was next to a soft pale skinned boy that also seemed to wear tight clothes but they seemed to fit him well a sort of retro look with his crazy but neat hair, how he pulls it off she'll never know. She keeps moving her hand through her pictures of different times that just seem like a whole life time ago.

She stops on a certain picture with a certain brown curly haired girl with fair skin she's with her on the porch and two of them are kissing it looks so intimate it kind of makes her flinch abit. She holds on to the tack on the wall but it won't come loose so she tries to pull harder but instead it just makes her stare at the picture again. That blonde smiling into the kiss that girl in the picture it just isn't her anymore.

It shouldn't be on here, on this damn wall. She grabs the picture one last time and pulls it hard ripping it away and just flings it the wall not looking really looking where she's throwing it. She hears a crash immediately looks up. It was only a picture. She hears some honks outside.

She rolls her eyes; of course it was outside her house and apparently her friends wanted to make a mess of her front yard before the waste management comes to pick up their garbage. Before she walks over to her window she feels something fall down her cheek and quickly wipes it away, maybe there was a tear left to shed.

She pulls open the curtain and opens her window to check outside and just as she guessed it her 2 friends in a huge van were in front of her yard and seemingly crashed into their garbage cans.

"Was that always there?" Her young dark haired pale friend yells up at her.

"Yes! Now clean it up Kurt!" She yells down at him. He throws his hands up in surrender and the passenger side opens, while he's getting the cans back to their upright positions. The passenger side opens up and out walks tan skinned girl with long ravenous black hair. She takes off her dark glasses and looks up a scowl in place "Hey! Fabray! Get yo' ass down here!"

"I don't want to. Today I am taking a personal day." Quinn yells out with a lack of enthusiasm and sarcasm.

"Get your ass down here Fabray! I am not going to be yelling this whole time!" The young Latina yells a bit more angrily.

"Just get down Quinn here before this angry lesbian starts throwing 'razor blades' from her hair" he says as he stands beside Santana only to get punched in arm by her. "Hey! I bruise easily!"Is the last thing she hears as she rolls her eyes and goes downs stairs not bothering to fix her slightly messed up short hair or decent clothes, they're pretty decent, she thinks. She was wearing a black muscle shirt and dark green short shorts.

She opens her door to find her too friends infront of the van in what look like a hug but walking towards them looking closer they were just trying to suffocate eachother.

"If I didn't know any better you two could pass off as a straight couple kind of…" she says walking towards them catching their attention and causing them to jump away from eachother slightly disgusted.

"Not even if I needed to use a beard would I ever chose Hummel"

"Oh come of it Satan," they both roll their eyes at each other, both of them crossing their arms over their chest.

"Not that I don't love you guys, but what are you two doing here?" she said running a hand through her short hair.

Kurt smiled "well my beautiful blonde friend do we have some news for you!" His cheery voice that seems to ooze a sense of purpose made her want to just run back to her house and go to sleep.

"Yes Quinnie!" Santana joined in with a mock enthusiasm that still seemed oddly cheerful. "We got booked for a gig tonight. Turns out the band that was supposed to play at that time slot had a last some complications so they rang us up."

"Sounds good for you guys congrats! Now I'm going back to bed." She quickly said about to turn around.

"Whoa, whoa hold on a minute!" Kurt yelled as Santana pulled her back.

"What do you mean 'you guys?' Your our lead singer!" She slapped away the Latina's arms.

"I really don't feel like going out" she said and quickly added "besides we still don't have a drummer" she said slowly walking back only to be pulled back by kurt's surprisingly soft hands for a guitar player.

"That will not be a problem" he smiles confidently "my lady Satan if you'll be so kind as to show our friend here our new drummer!" Santana feigns to punch Kurt causing him to flinch before going to the back of the van and quickly returning with a small electrical drum game sound. The kind that have little children use to play around and make their own little beats.

Quinn stares at the machine and let's out a bitter laugh. "And who is going to operate this little contraption?"

"Well since I am too busy looking flawless with my bass and Santana has her guitar who better than our best lead singer ever!"

"I am your only singer and nice try but I'm not going. I'd rather just stay in; have some me time you know? Continue on my personal day" she says it so casually.

"Alright Quinn that's enough with this depressing shit, it's not fun anymore," Quinn simply stares at Santana for her choice of words while she just rolls her eyes.

"Look Quinn" Kurt steps closer to her taking her hands " this is a good chance to get your mind off of things and be a little more productive" he said it so warmly she thought about it maybe it would do her good she was about to say that maybe she would do it when Santana turned the volume up on the radio. When did she get over there?

"Listen up Fandom! Everyone's favorite band Bow to Lord Tubbingtons Fury is gonna be making a special appearance late tonight around the five Burroughs. They wanted to give their hometown fans a special show before their year tour in Europe. So Fury fanatics, be on the look out!" She could clearly see the excitment on her two friends faces.

Bow to Lord Tubbington's Fury was basically their inspiration for starting their own band. They started out doing small shows in underground scene and slowly rose and now they were supposed to be doing their first show in London in a few days.

"Oh come on Quinn this is like a sign from above!" Santana screamed from the van hanging on the door.

"As much as I hate to I have to agree with Satan. She has a point. This is like the best opportunity." He ment to say it so that only Quinn could hear him but the pain in his left arm made him think she might have heard. "Enough with the punching I can't feel my arm!"

"Fine. Anyway as Madam here said it's a best opportunity we play the venue we get some drinks mingle a bit find the Fury and in the process find you something better!"Excitedly explaining not really paying attention to her ending words.

"Someone better" Kurt corrected. "Yes that," still smiling. "You're like their biggest fan come on… We haven't hung out in such a long time"

"We really need you" they looked at her pleadingly,kurt rubbing his arm.

She rolled her eyes. She thought it out. The chances of running into her ex where pretty slim in the big city and she hadn't hung out with her best friends in months. She had been distancing herself from everyone. It surprised her how even though she tried to push everyone away they still stuck by her. She owed them that much if not more.

"Fine I'll go."

"Yes" they both high fived each other and Santana hugged her and quickly added "everything's going to be ok?" before running to the drivers side of the van again giving her a smile.

"I'll text you the details 'k Q?" Kurt said also giving her a hug. She just nodded and turned to run back to the house but before she could she felt a hard slap in her backside.

"Please wear some decent clothing. I don't have anything to worry do I?" She let out a laugh and shook her head running back to the house waving. As she stood in her room she felt differently than when she first got up from her bed. She still felt that huge gapping emptyiness but it wasn't so bad. With that she went straight to getting herself mentally ready. She may be lonely but atleast she was going to try to do what she always enjoyed doing before her heart was broken and that was to sing and then maybe they would have the possibility of seeing her all time favorite band BTLTF with her best friends what could go wrong?