Quinn Fabray had been consumed by the green-eyed monster. But if you asked her when it happened, she would tell you that it didn't and that you were crazy for even insinuating such a thing. That, however, would be a lie... a very big lie. What is the cause of her jealousy, you may ask? Santana Lopez. You see, she's been obsessed with Santana since straight out of the womb. It seems as Quinn grew, so did her love for this girl along with her hatred for those close to her... to a very strange and unhealthy level. But then again, she never found a healthy outlet for her jealousy in the first place, quite the opposite actually. The thing about Quinn is she's not a bad person... just a terribly jealous one.

The Green-Eyed Monster.

April 30, 1988.

It was baby Lucy Quinn Fabray's second birthday. Her mother had invited most of the neighborhood over to their house for a party, though it wasn't much of one. The children were playing in the yard unsupervised, while the men, the ones that were supposed to be supervising them, thought it would be more fun to sit around a television set, burping up beers and chest bumping each other. The women, on the other hand, were doing as most mothers would when they get together, gossip and gawk at their adorable babies.

Said babies were sprawled out in the family room, while their mothers watched on from the conjoined kitchen area. It hadn't occurred to them how, for such a young age, their children were so close to one another... to the point that it seemed as if they had preferences in which baby they sat and drooled with.

Rachel and Finn were on the couch babbling on with the song that played on the speakers. Though, apparently, Rachel was more serious about it than most would think a two year old could be for her age, she would lightly smack Finn on the leg every time he would be distracted by any bright lights or shiny objects that came into view.

Mike and Brittany were on the floor, a little too close to the speakers for comfort, but they were happy, wiggling and giggling to the music. Tina and Artie were sitting awkwardly on the first steps of the staircase, staring down with watering mouths at the two dancers.

Kurt and Mercedes were playing with Barbie and Ken dolls on the carpet. They were having fun until Kurt insisted on being Barbie, throwing numerous temper tantrums when he didn't get his way. Mercedes would simply ignore her friend and play on. She wouldn't give up her doll for anyone; he could cry if he wanted, she didn't care.

Noah and Lauren were running around chasing each other, though no one really knew who was chasing who. It didn't really seem to matter because in the end one of them would tackle the other to the ground and they'd explode in a fit of giggles.

Now, the birthday girl was seated at a small children's table across from her best friend, Santana. If their parents weren't almost positive that the two of them didn't share the same womb, they would've thought that their girls were twins conjoined at the hip. Well, at least on Quinn's part. They were very close friends, though Quinn had always been more dependent and attached to Santana than in vice versa. Santana would, a lot of the time, venture off on her own and play with other babies, much to Quinn's discontent. So since she didn't have the little Latina's full attention at all times, she found her own way of getting it time and time again, as you will soon see.

The girls sat eating the cupcakes left on the table, just jamming them into their mouths until their faces were covered in sugary, blue frosting and rainbow sprinkles. When they finished, they looked away from their newly destroyed treats, straight at one another. It didn't take long for them to laugh at their own silly antics. They were all toothy smiles and frosted cheeks.

"Oh my gosh, get the camera! Aren't they the cutest?"

"Yeah, but those cute, little mugs are going to be trouble one day."

"I know that's right, who knows what kind of shenanigans this bunch will get into in the future."

"I don't even want to think about it. Why can't they stay this age forever?"

"If only."

"Okay, okay enough of this depressing talk; you're all making me stress out! Let's just leave the babies alone for a while and go make some mar-gar-itas! Ay! Ay! Ay!"

"Yes, let's. Then I can tell you about what I read in a magazine, fifty ways to get to an orgasm."

"Ohh, scandalous!"

"You're so nasty!"

"Don't I know it?"

"Speaking of nasty and scandalous, did you hear about that one school teacher and the janitor?"

"Oh, do tell!"

"Caught naked on her desk in a very compromising position."

"Well, maybe it's in my magazine."

"Oh, you slay me!"

"We'll continue this in the yard. Kids, you're going to be alone for a while, okay? Be good, mommies love you!" The babies looked up to their mothers for a moment and smiled sweetly, indicating that they had some grasp of what they were being told, but quickly went back to what they were doing previously.

Quinn and Santana were sitting happily until Blaine decided to come into the picture. Oh, Blaine. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine-Blaine! He took a seat between the two, grabbing a cupcake in the process. Just by the fact that he was separating her from Santana, Quinn was mad. Though, on top of that, he took her best friend's attention away from her, too. This was not okay.

Little Blaine was a straight up player, literally! Instead of eating his cupcake, he turned to Santana with an expression so sweet it could rival the treat in his hand and gave it to her. "You take."

She smiled back at him with frosting still covering her face. "Tanks!"

This little exchange really made Quinn sick to her stomach for reasons her baby mind couldn't comprehend. All she knew was that she had to do something about it. She got out of her tiny chair and waddled her way over to Blaine. He looked up to greet her, but was met with a cupcake to the face! Quinn had pushed the pastry so hard that it caused him to fall back in his chair and onto the ground. Most babies in this circumstance would have cried, but Blaine was a happy kid, he just giggled it off. With his cupcake face and his hands in the air, he started making monster noises and went to chase Kurt. Kurt, however, had seen him coming and let out a girlish squeal before running away. The chase was on.

Quinn had ignored the whole thing; instead she went over to Santana with a look of determination in her cute, little face. They looked at each other for a second before she pulled Santana into her arms. "My Tana." She muttered into her best friend's shoulder.

"S'okay, wuv you." Despite her age, Santana had always understood that Quinn was overly "protective" of her. Even when Santana's mother would hold her, Quinn would get really angry. She'd cry and throw things until the adults put the two together again. Santana did love Quinn, even with her constant jealousy. But she didn't know exactly how long she could or would have to put up with it. Surely as they got older, Quinn would get better, right? Too bad neither Quinn nor Santana could tell the future.

"No Bwaine?"

"No Bwaine."