Okay, well I am glee obsessed and am deciding to attempt to write a fanfic. I'm not pretending to be a talented author though like some people here are. I'll try my best and if it's really bad I just won't continue it. The first chapter is a little angsty but a lot of it will be future fluff. This will eventually be Quick themed but it will have lots of Finchel because… Finchel is my favorite couple ever. I couldn't even give them drama. Well, if this is really bad I'll discontinue it but let's see how this goes.

Quinn stared out the window of the plane as it took off, leaving behind France and her perfect life.

How did this happen? Why would he...

Her life had been great. She met the love of her life in college. They had gotten married and moved all the way out to Paris thus separating Quinn from all her friends, forcing her to leave behind her old life.

But Quinn hadn't minded. She was in love and everything else could be changed. She made new, rich friends. Her husband was very successful and therefore she could live a life of luxury. The only thing she was required to do was sit in on dinners with clients and attend the occasional gathering. Her life in Lima was replaced with better things. Or so she thought…

Quinn walked up the long spiral staircase of her huge, Victorian style home. She was home early from girl's weekend, she knew. But those women weren't really her friends. Maybe she could video chat with Kurt and Mercedes instead of gossiping about how her beloved husband was having an affair with some hot chick from England. That was a ridiculous rumor and she would not hear it anymore!

She opened the door to her room and at first didn't notice anything unusual, partly because of the master bedroom's enormous size. She threw the huge curtains open to let the light shine in and took in the breath-taking view of Paris below.

"I wonder where Chris is" she muttered to herself but supposed that he was golfing with clients or something. He wasn't expecting her home, after all. She smiled despite herself at the fact that she had alone time. She intended to grab her laptop but something caught her eye… something in her bed...two somethings, actually.

"Chris?" she asked, skeptically, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"Hey Baby… can you…. leave for a second?" he nearly whispered. He was trying to hide the irritation in his features but he failed miserably.

By now, though, she has regained her composure… somewhat. "What… who is in bed with you?"

He just looked at her. "Who?" she screamed, now becoming angry. She ran and ripped the covers off the bed to reveal a woman, wearing absolutely nothing. "How… How…. Why…" she stuttered. She wanted to say so much but nothing would come out. Tears threatened to pour from her eyes.

"Can you just leave?" asked the woman. Her voice was harsh and bitter.

Quinn wanted to scream, she wanted to tackle this woman, she wanted to kill someone, she wanted to burst out crying right there, she wanted to die. But she did none of these things. She merely nodded and walked away. She walked out of that house intending never to come back.

"Would you like a beverage?" asked a flight attendant, snapping Quinn out of her memories.

"N-no," Quinn stuttered. "I'm fine, thank you."

The flight attendant nodded and moved on. "Are you okay?" the man sitting beside her asked, after observing the tear streaks under her eyes.

Quinn nodded slightly, but did not meet the nosy man's eyes. The truth was she wasn't okay. She was homeless, moneyless, virtually friendless, and an emotional wreck. She had managed to get plane tickets though and now was going to the only place she could think of; Lima, Ohio.

Quinn walked along the streets of Lima, looking desperately at the ground. In her purse she only had forty dollars. That could hardly buy one hotel room. She had spent sixty dollars for a taxi from Cincinnati but now she was thinking that coming to Lima was a bad idea. All she had to her name were those forty dollars, the clothes on her back, and a few random items in her purse.

She had no place to go. Her mom had died three years ago so she couldn't stay with her and she had been out of contact with her friends that still lived here for so long that it would be very weird to appear at their door begging for someplace to stay.

She pulled out her cell phone and there were five calls and countless texts from Chris as well as endless messages from her other friends. She was slightly tempted to call Chris or one of her friends for help but then the remorse she felt resurfaced. She was never going back. Her heart filled with hurt again and she chucked her cell phone across the street. She didn't need to be reminded of her previous life anymore.

Then she got an idea. Not the best idea, but an idea all the same. She could call her friends, Kurt Hummel and Mercedes Jones. They were famous fashion designers that lived in New York now and the only member of her high school glee club that she kept in constant touch with. Quinn knew that they were very busy but they would help her, they were her friends, perhaps the only true friends she had left. Sure, it would make her seem desperate but she was desperate and really had no choice. She reached for her cell phone then eyed it, broken in half on the other side of the street. "Shoot!" she cursed herself. She sighed in dismay and went to look for a pay phone.

"Andy!" she heard a woman shout. "Andy, Andrew Noah Hudson, wait for your mother!"

There was something familiar about this woman's voice. Wait... Andrew Hudson, Quinn had her that name before.

She turned around to see a little boy of about two giggling and running towards her, a few yards ahead of a woman she supposed was his mother. The woman probably would have been able to catch him easily if she wouldn't have had a huge pregnant belly that forced her to waddle. The little boy didn't notice a rut in the road and tripped, causing his little body to hurtle towards the ground. He probably would have gotten quite the road rash if Quinn hadn't opened her arms to stop him from impact.

"Hi Buddy, what are you doing?" Quinn cooed as she lifted the boy up.

He giggled and smiled a vaguely familiar smile. Where had she seen that before?

"Thanks so much," his mother said. "Andy, you could have gotten very hurt. What would your father say if..." The woman stopped short. She had long brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and was wearing a rather ugly maternity dress with flowers.

"Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she pulled her long lost friend into a tight hug.

Should I keep writing this? The next chapter will have the most of the rest of the gleeks. Be honest if this is really bad. It might hurt my feelings but it would be better that way. I'd just stick to reading fanfics, no problem. Thanks. Review if you have something to tell me.