Beer In The Fridge
There was beer in the fridge.
Quinn had just gotten home, her hair curled perfectly and her second best dress was on. She smiled as her parents began to fix lunch, smilng sweetly at each other and talking quietly. She yawned and pulled a water bottle out of the fridge.
But inside was a black, plastic bag, with bottles in it. Quinn covered her mouth with her hands, and then plastered on a fake smile. Her dad frowned.
"What's wrong, Quinny? Didn't you enjoy the sermon?"
And that's when Quinn knew something was.
There was beer in the fridge.
Quinn looked at her dad, angry and throwing things, and her mom in the master bedroom, crying her eyes out. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and sighed, willing herself to not cry. Why was this happening? They were supposed to be the perfect family.
She eventually let out heartwrenching, gutwrenching sobs, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth.
There was beer in the fridge.
Add that with the wine coolers Puck brought, and Quinn knew. She just knew. Once she was sufficiently drunk she gave her virginity to Noah Puckerman, and she regretted it. And as she placed her hands on her baby bump, and held hands with Finn Hudson, Quinn knew that if she kept this baby, there would be a rule in her house.
When she was married, with two-point-five kids, there would be only one major rule.
There would be no beer in the fridge.
I hope you liked this drabble. This is my first time writing Quinn, and I was in the angst mood.
Review? Please?