"You're just like those disgusting girls at school, your so called 'skanks'! Don't walk away from me! Quinn Fabray, you get back here right now! This instant, Quinn!" her father shouted. He was always shouting. Quinn ignored it and walked right out the front door, lighting a cigarette as soon as her foot hit the pavement.
Those chemicals pulsing through her system. It felt so good.
She continued walking and drawing on the cigarette, exhaling and filling the night air with smoke, until she reached the deserted park.
"Good, you're here." Mack stepped towards Quinn, a bottle of scotch in her hand. "I thought I'd find you here."
"There aren't a lot of places I can go." Quinn light another cigarette, the tip glowing in the darkness of the park.
"Yeah, I know. How's the 'rents?" Mack lights her own cigarette using the tip of Quinn's lit cigarette.
"Same as always. Shouting about how I'm such a failure and not living up to the Fabray name. 'Why can't you be more like Frannie? She's in law school now!'. Whatever."
"Ugh, lame. Here, have some scotch, it'll help. Ronnie and Sheila couldn't make it out tonight, though. Just you and me, Q."
The scotch burns going down her throat but once it settles it feels warm and safe. Quinn feels warm and safe. Warmth and smoke filled her lungs.
"What, their parents throw a fit about them going out again? What about yours?"
"Yours threw a fit, too. And nah, my parents don't care where I am."
"Yeah, but I ignore them. They're always shouting at someone about something. Usually each other. Which makes them too busy to notice I'm not there."
"Tell me about it. Q, I've got something for you." Mack pulls out a packet full of weed.
"You're brilliant, Mack."
"Yeah, yeah, don't inflate my ego too much." she rolled two joints for them, lit them and handed one to Quinn.
Quinn lay back in the grass, inhaling on the joint, taking sips of Scotch from the bottle and staring up at the stars. Everything felt warm and cozy and safe. No, she couldn't look at the stars any longer, they made her think of Rachel Berry. Why was she thinking of Rachel? Quinn told herself it was just the alcohol and the weed. Drunk and high people say all kinds of crazy things. Yeah, that was it.