A/N: This is my first attempt of publishing one of my stories. So be nice please?

For your information: I changed Judy and Russel Fabrays personalities a bit. Quinn did get pregnant, but instead of throwing her out of their house, they were there for her, like every parent should be when their child is in need of it. Sure they were disappointed, but not as bad as in the show.

Summary:

It's prom night and Quinn perfectly planned everything out in her head. That's when she gets a text message which turns her world, and plans, upside down.

[...] Your little girl crush is getting laid tonight. [...]

Containing:

Faberry | slight Quinntana friendship | very slight Puckleberry

- Quinns POV -

- Chapter One -

It was the night of prom and it was all supposed to be perfect. The blonde girl had planned it all out, thought it all through, everything she'd do and say tonight. Everything. But she didn't think of this. Quinn was about to have a mental breakdown when she read the text she just got from Santana.

"Guess what B just told me? Your little girl crush is getting laid tonight."

She quickly tipped a response and clicked send, unsure if what she read was true or if she could believe the other girls words or not. It was Santana, after all. She liked to play with people.

"What do you mean with that?"

Quinn didn't have to wait so long to get Santanas reply. She was sort of scared of to open it tho, scared it would tell her that Santana wasn't just playing some game with her.

"Man-Hands is going to prom with Puck. You know what that means. I mean, you experienced it all yourself once, didn't you?"

She stared down at her phone. She realized that her hands started shaking and there was a lump building at the back of her throat, but her thoughts were too far away that she could care. This couldn't be true. Brittany must have misunderstood something. Or Santana was just bored and in the mood to mess with her. There was no way this could be true. Quinn wanted this night to be perfect. And she didn't want anyone but her touch the petite girl, especially not Puck, of them all.

She couldn't understand why Rachel would want to go with him to prom, she really couldn't. After all what he had put her through, the daily slushy-attacks, the name-calling. But it was the way the diva worked. She was so desperate to have someone who cares for her, that she just forgives them. She would never forget anything he did to her tho. Forgiving doesn't mean forgetting.
And Quinn should be lucky that this was one of the brunettes talents, to forgive people. Quinn knew she should be lucky, despites that she did the exact same things to her as the mohawk wearing boy did. Without the diva being so forgivable, she and Rachel would have never become such good friends like they did. Things changed between them and Quinn was thankful for it. She always had these little feelings for Rachel, but she tried to overplay them and erase them with her bitchy attitude and her actions towards the diva. She was afraid of people to recognize them, and she was afraid of what people would say about it. She was… She was just afraid.
But now, having Rachel by her side as a friend opened Quinns eyes. She realized just how good the brunette was to her. She was so caring and understanding, and she would never ever judge Quinn in any way. That was what Quinn liked about her the most. She could just talk to her. About everything.
And with Rachel there being the good friend she was, Quinn grew more and more comfortable with her sexuality. She started off as being the afraid little girl, scared of her feelings and afraid of how her life would change if this was all true. She always hoped it would be just a phase. But this "phase" never ended.

It was one night, after glee practice, when Quinn stayed at school and went in the auditorium where the piano still was. She sat down and started playing. She just played the notes how they came to mind. The blonde is lucky to be blessed with this musical talent.
Quinn didn't recognize someone else stepping in the room, nor did she recognize that she cried. She was shocked when she heard someone cough behind her, but just as shocked when she realized she was crying. She never cryed.

Quinn stopped playing and heared someone take a step towards her. That was when she wiped away the tears and turned around to see Rachel, of all people, standing in front of her, this calming smile on her face. Neither of them spoke and after a few seconds of the little odd, but comfortable silence, Rachel took the last steps towards the bench Quinn was sitting on and sat down next to her.

Quinn thought she was alone, that's why she was still a little shocked of the brunette being there. She didn't know what to say. She enjoyed the company tho.

Rachel was the one to break the silence. "You know that you have a huge talent, don't you?" The blonde just nodded her head. The diva took a deep breath. To ask or not to ask? She was actually surprised that the other girl didn't say anything about her being there, nor did she say anything when Rachel sat down next to her.

She shifted a little to look at the blonde. Quinn lifted her head up to Rachel. She saw the hurt in the fragile girls eyes. That's when she plucked up the courage to ask. "Quinn, I have a question. Despites our past and the fact that we are, I don't want to call that what we are enemies but we are, in fact, sort of such a thing. Despites that we are 'enemies'," Rachel actually put it in quotes, "is there no need that you have to answer it. I just… I want you to know that I care for you, no matter what happened in the past. So my question is; Is everything fine?"

Quinn was furious. Of coures it wasn't. Why else would she, of all people, sit in the auditorium and cry? But she was shocked as well, and the shock was bigger than her furiousness. She knew Rachels personality, and she knew the diva cared for pretty much everybody and she knew how fast she forgave people, but it still couldn't keep her from being shocked.
The blonde swallowed, feeling the tears coming back so she quickly blinked them away. "No, Rachel, nothing is okay. Nothing at all."

"You know that you just called me Rachel, and not used one of your several names you and your little friends have for me?" Quinn had to laugh at this and the brunette smiled, knowing she caused it.

"Yes. I know. Rachel…"

"There! Again!", the diva interrupted and Quinn had to laugh again.

With a soft smile on her lips, but still hurt and, to Rachels surprise, a slight sight of guilt in her eyes the blonde continued. "What I wanted to say is… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I did to you. You didn't deserve it. I don't even know why I did it in the first place. I guess… I guess I thought I had to, seeing that I was the captain of the cheerios and you the dorky…", Quinn laughed at the pouting Rachel, "The dorky girl, but with such an huge talent. I don't know if did all of this because I was jealous of you because of this said talent or something. All I know is that I'm sorry. I regret everything I did, I really do. And I wish I could just… take it back and undo everything. Believe me, if I had a time machine and could go back, I would use this opportunity to keep myself from doing all this to you. I just… I want you to know this."

Rachel didn't know what to say. She was speechless. Which also left her sort of speechless since she always knows what to say. This was all so new to her.

Quinn looked down at her hands. She felt tears forming in her eyes again. "I guess I was just afraid. I was afraid of… everything. And I was angry. And hurt… And I didn't know what to do about it, so I decided to put all my anger on you. If someone… If someone was to ask me what my biggest mistake was, I would say 'Everything I put you through in the past' because, Rachel, you truly didn't deserve any minute of all the bullying and name-calling. You're so nice and gentle and caring and I don't even deserve you being here for me right now!"

The blonde looked up into the divas eyes. Rachel cracked a smile, unsure if this was real. She never was as speechless as she was in that very moment. "I… Rachel… I'm sorry, I'm so goddamn sorry!"

Tears ran down the fragile girls cheeks. She truly meant every word she just said. She should have never let her anger and despair out on Rachel, she knew it. And she also knew how much she hurt the brunette. She knew she should have stopped it at some point, but she couldn't. Back in time, it actually felt good seeing someone just as hurt as she herself was. She didn't feel so alone. Quinn needed this feeling.

When her quiet tears formed into sobbing, Rachel didn't know what to do. She wanted to comfort the broken girl, she wanted to be there for her, but she didn't know if she was wanted, if Quinn would let her. She tried to desperately figure out a way to calm the blonde.

"Quinn… Quinn, hey, look at me." When the girl refused to look at the brunette, Rachel put her index finger under Quinns chin to lift it up so the blonde would look into the divas eyes. "I know. I believe everything you said, okay. And… And I take your apologize. Just… Quinn, please stop. Stop crying somehow. Please, it hurts me to see you like this."

It was true. She didn't know why but seeing the former head cheerleader like this hurt her. But when Quinn wouldn't stop crying she didn't know any other way but hug her.

Rachel scooted over to the blonde and put her arms around the broken girl. Quinn didn't step back or flinch which was, to Rachel, a good sign. She was a little surprised when she felt the other girl actually hugging her back.

That was exactly what Quinn needed. She needed someone to comfort her, to be by her side, especially at this time of her life, though she would have never dreamed of Rachel being that person. To be honest, she thought she lost the tinny girl with her every day actions, everything she did to her. She would have never believed that the brunette would forgive her. But she did. And Quinn was glad she did so.

When the sobbing stopped, therefor the shaking of the blondes body, and Rachel felt the girl calm down in her arms, she took a step back, but never released her. She just looked into Quinns eyes, and Quinn back into Rachels.

"Uhm… Rachel? Thank… Thank you."

"That's what friends are for." The blonde smiled her adoring smile at this which caused Rachel to smile back at her.

Then she remembered something. The diva furrowed her bow and released the blonde out of her embrace. Quinn sighted at the loss of contact. "Can I ask you a second question?", Rachel asked.

The blonde looked at her in confusion. "Sure. Go ahead."

Rachel thought about how to ask her the right way. She didn't want to seem pushy. "When I walked in the auditorium, it was because I heared someone cry. I felt sorry. And I have to admit that I was curious in who would still be at school this late and sit here and cry. I just… Why exactly did you have to cry? You know, you don't have to answer it if you don't feel comfortable."

But it was exactly the difference. She did feel comfortable around Rachel. She felt as if there finally was someone who would listen to her because she cared, and not just to gossip about it later. So, before she could even stop it, she blurted it out already. "I'm gay Rachel." There it was, out in the world.

When Quinn realized what she just said, her eyes went wide in shock but Rachel was her calm self. She locked eyes with the furious girl. "It's okay, Quinn. You know that it is one of the most normal things in life? Behind homosexual I mean."

She nodded her head. "I promise that I'll keep it to myself." Quinn didn't know what to say, so she nodded again, thanking her quietly.

This was a little over a month ago. From this point, their friendship grew bigger and bigger. They earned looks from other students but Quinn ignored it. Hell, she even stood up for Rachel when Karofsky called her one of those names again.

Quinn always knew she had feelings for the dorky brunette. They only grew with each minute she spend with her new friend.

That's why she was so shocked about the news Santana just told her. They couldn't, just couldn't be true. The blonde led her phone slip through her fingers and with a little bang it landed on the floor. She then let herself fall back down at her bed with a sight. It just couldn't be true. That definitely wasn't how she planned tonight in her head. In her head, it was the little romantic thing she always day-dreamed of. Rachel would be at prom all alone. Then she would see Quinn walk in and realize she was all the diva needed. Not just as friends, but more. She would walk over to the blonde and confess her feelings to her, which Quinn returns. They would dance all night, ignoring the talks and looks of everybody else, just enjoy themselves and have the time of their lives, and just like Quinn already did everyday. But as friends. That was the problem. She wanted it to be more.

But reality looked like everything else but her imaginations. Quinn sighted again.

That was when she remembered something. She rolled over to the edge of her bed and bent down to get her phone. She tipped a text and clicked send again.

"I thought we had an agreement? Don't you ever call her one of those nicknames ever again or something bad, and I mean bad as in a natural disaster or something, happens. Get it?"

The blondes protective side got the best of her. I mean, nobody could insult her girl (at least she was fully hers in her head) like that and get away with it.

It was around five in the afternoon when Quinn checked the time. She didn't even realize she fell this deep into her self-pity in the first place. Prom was going to start at 8:30pm. She quickly got up to get a shower.

The cold liquid running down her body brought her back to reality. When she was showering, Quinn normally thought things through. So she thought the current situation through as well. Just because Puck would go to prom with Rachel tonight, wouldn't mean she couldn't have fun. It just wouldn't be like she imagined everything. She could spend time with Rachel anyway. I mean, they were friends. Quinn knew herself, she would never plug up the courage to go over to her love and tell her about her feelings, too afraid to lose her friend. Quinn needed her desperately. She needed to know there was someone who would be there for her, no matter what.

She knew tonight wouldn't look like how she played everything out in her head. She was just too much of a little pussy, too scared to mess things up completely. And just because Puck was Rachels date, didn't mean she wasn't allowed to talk to the diva or even dance with her. Just as friends, or course.

When she stepped out of the shower she quickly wrapped herself into one of her favorite, rather fluffy and therefor goddamn comfortable towels and walked over to her mirror. The blonde looked at herself in it. Tonight she had to look beautiful. Like, actually beautiful. Not this "Oh you're so pretty"-beautiful she got told when she still was head cheerleader and everybody wanted to be like her, no, that kind of beautiful you get to see in all those magazines. Yeah, that beautiful. She needed Rachel to realize how she felt about her friend. She needed her to fall for her. To love her back.

She used a second towel to rub her hair a little dryer and then put some hair emollient in it so it would look all brilliant and feel all smoothy. She then brushed it and put some crème in it which makes her soft natural locks fall and look better. After that Quinn got her hair dryer out of the bathroom cabinet and started to dry her blonde hair to light locks.

When she was done drying her hair, she rubbed her body dry and put on some bra and panties, boy-shorts and a tanktop which was all lying on the bathroom floor, just waiting for her. The blonde then decided it would be best if she quickly shaved her legs as well, though she already did this the other day. She needed to be perfect tonight.
So she got her dads shaving foam out of the bathroom cabinet and put it all over her legs. Quinn then got her razor out of the drawer and started shaving her already perfectly shaved legs.

After finishing that, she quickly brushed the last remains of the foam away with the towel which she let slid on the floor earlier and then went to put on some make up.
The blonde decided to go with a light make up but smokey eyes. It would highlight her shiny hazel eyes. And it would fit to the dress she bought with her mother the other day.

Quinn looked at herself in the mirror after finishing her make up, still not fully satisfied with it, but she would let it stay like this. She didn't see what to change on it and it didn't look so bad after all. She guessed she was just over-thinking it seeing that she wanted to be perfect so tonight could be perfect.

She quickly glanced over to the watch standing on the night stand in her bedroom. It read 6:37pm. Still enough time. She walked over to her armchair on which her dress was waiting for her. Quinn held it up and looked at it. It really was glamorous. The dress was strapless and the upper half was designed like a corsage. There was a zipper on the side to close it and on the back was a huge, but not too big black bow. Where the corsage ended, there was something which looked like belt. Then, at the high of Quinns waist, the dress would sort of exaggerate. The lower half of the dress was made of tulle and it went to her knees. It was plain black. Quinn never saw a prettier dress in her entire life.
She put it back down at her armchair and walked over to her dresser to get some thin, flesh-colored tights and tossed them over to her armchair. Then she got another bra, without straps and with frills and all this stuff to toss it to the rest of the clothes as well.

By the time, her watch read 6:52pm. Quinn decided to take a little "break" from getting ready for prom to go downstairs and get some water. She was also somehow craving some cookie. The blonde didn't allow herself any sweets the last week so she would look good tonight.
And she had to talk to her mum anyways.

She almost run down the stairs and into the kitchen where she nearly bumped into her dad with some freshly made cup of coffee in his hand, if he didn't react as quick as he did and moved out of his joyful daughters way.

"Watch out Quinn. I don't think you want coffee all over yourself, considering you just showered and are about to get ready for your big night."

"Ehe." Nothing more but this came from her as a response when she got herself a glass of water.

"What's wrong sweety?" Her dad actually sounded a little worried, seeing that her daughter was so excited for tonight and now she had this look in her eyes, as if the was far away, and wouldn't even give a proper answer. In fact, she was far away. She was mentally at prom already, making out with her girl. But she would never consider telling this her quite prude dad. So she went with lying again, something she had to do a lot the last weeks.

"Oh dad, don't worry. It's nothing, really." Quinn tried to convince him that she wasn't just making out with some girl in her head, let alone some girl who was straight as a ruler and going to prom with the guy who got the blonde pregnant. She knew her parents wouldn't like the idea of her daughter being gay. She already brought them enough shame with her teen-pregnancy. Lima was a small town, Quinn being in love with the schools biggest dork would definitely cause some rumors, which would also go against her parents. And the blondes relationship with them already is damaged. She's lucky they didn't kick her out when they found out about Beth. They were rather disappointed in their little Quinny though. But she was still their daughter. And she needed them. They would have never thought about letting her down in times like those. And Quinn is glad they didn't. She didn't want to feel like she's disappointing them again by telling them about her being gay, so she kept it to herself.

"Well, if you say so." And with that Russel Fabray walked out of the kitchen, leaving his daughter in her thoughts.

She wasn't allowed to be there for long though because her mother walked in a few moments after Rusself left and snapped her out of them. "Quinny, everything's okay?"

The woman sort of scared her daughter who was lost in thoughts. "Why do you all ask me if everything was okay? Sure it is! What is there not to be okay?" Quinn didn't want to sound like such a bitch but she was tired of people always asking her this. Mr. Shue just did at glee practice when the girl missed her part and Mercedes asked her after maths when Quinn wouldn't pay attention to the teacher, she didn't even realize she was asked a question until he was standing in front of her, almost screaming at the blonde, then her dad just a few minutes ago and now her mum.

Judy flinched a little at her daughters yet small outburst.

"I'm sorry, mum. I didn't mean it like that. I.. I was just lost in thoughts and dad already asked me if there was a problem and I don't see why you all ask me that."

Judy looked at her daughter with worried eyes. "It's because you've been, like you said 'Lost in thoughts' a lot the last few days. You act different. And we as your parents are supposed to care for you. It's just natural that we worry about you."

Quinn shock her head. "No, everything's fine. See? Nothing to worry about at all." She turned around and stepped to the shelf where the Fabrays kept their sweets to get a cookie. "I need your help though", was what she added between chews. Judy nodded her head to tell Quinn to continue. "I don't know what to do with my hair. Look at it, it's just being there. You know what I mean? Mum, really, this is getting kinda depressing."

Judy had to laugh at this and her daughter looked at her with stern in her eyes. "I don't see why this is so funny, I was serious."

"Yeah, sweety. I know." Judy sighted. "Just go up and I'll come to your room in a few."

Quinn got herself a second cookie before she walked back up the stairs to her room. The first thing she did there was checking the time, 7:09pm.
She sat on her bed and didn't have to wait long until her mum came in.

"Quinny?" The blonde looked up into her mothers eyes. "You know that I love you no matter what, don't you?"

She didn't know where that came from but she quickly responsed with a nod. With this Judy walked over and took her daughter into a firm hug. "And you know that you can always count on me. You know you can trust me. I'm your mum. If there is anything you want to talk about, you know I'll be there, yeah?"

"Yes." Quinns voice sounded a little raspy. "But really, everything's fine. You can trust me, too." She didn't know what else to day to convince their parents and everybody else that there was in fact no real problem. Most of the times she was lost in thoughts because she was thinking about the brunette. Not a big problem at all.

Judy nodded and released her daughter from her embrace. She got up and took Quinns hand to guide her to the bathroom where she gestured her to sit down. The younger blond did as she was told when Judy study the girls face.

"I think you should go with your hair open. We should curl it up a little more and then let it lightly fall down on your shoulders. How does that sound to you? I think that would look best." Quinn nodded at this idea so the woman got her daughters curling iron from the cabinet and tuned it on so it could get hot.

"How does it come you don't go with Finn to prom. You always were so cute together? Or… How was his name? Noah?" Quinns head shoot up and she looked at her mum, bewildered. She wasn't actually prepared for this question, let alone did she think about her mum asking it.

"Uhm… I… I decided it would be nice to go with some friends instead of some boy. And besides, Finn and I broke up several months ago, something you're well aware of. And Noah is going with… someone else." She tried to avoid eye contact with her mother. It was when Judy opened her mouth that the iron beeped to signal it was hot enough. She got it up from the rack and walked behind Quinn to curl her blonde hair.

"Yeah… I sort of thought you maybe should work things out with Finn. He always was such a nice and polite guy. And I…" That's when she was cut off by Quinn.

"It doesn't matter that he was nice and polite. Things changed between us and I don't, just don't want us and don't need us to work things out. God, why does everybody always have to tell me what to do? Isn't this my fucking life?" Judy was kind of caught off guard.

"No cursing in this house, young lady. And I didn't mean it like this, I just liked him pretty much." Judy was looking at her daughter through the mirror in front of them. Quinn felt it and she looked down at her hands.

"I'm sorry. For the cursing, of course. But you have to understand me. Nothing stays the same forever. Things changed…", she paused. "I changed. You know?" She looked up to lock her eyes with Judys in the mirror. The woman nodded and devoted her attention back to her daughters smooth hair.

"And what about this Noah guy?" Quinn had to smile about this. Not because of Puck, but because she had to think of Rachel when she heard his name. It was kind of awkward though. "What is there to smile about?"

The younger blonde looked up at her mother through the mirror. "It's… Nothing actually. I just had to think about something funny." Quinn locked back at her hands.

"Tell me then." The blonde shook her head. "Why not?" Judy was being determined.

"Because there's nothing to tell. You wouldn't understand it anyway. It's some sort of inside joke. And to answer your question; Like I said before, Noah is going with someone else." The older woman nodded.

"Why don't you go with Rachel then?" Quinn was caught off guard. She shot around to look at her mother who winced in pain because she burned her fingers in her daughters sudden movement.

"I'm sorry mum!", the girl apologized and earned an half smile of her mum. "How do you mean it though?"

Judy laughed. "You and Rachel were inseparable the last weeks. And you said you would go with 'some friends'. But you don't just call Rachel 'some friend', so I was wondering why you don't go with her?"

The younger blonde sight in relief. "Uhm… Rachel is going with someone else. Noah, to be honest. That's why I go with neither of them."

The older woman nodded again and they left it like that and when the other blonde finished doing Quinns hair, she went back downstairs, leaving the girl to get dressed. By that time her watch read 7:37pm. There was almost an hour left until prom started.

Quinn went over to her bed and picked her phone up. She got a message.

"News: Berry told Puck to look for some other dumb he could play his little games with. She's free again."

The young girl couldn't quite believe the words she just read. She had to read the text six times until she finally tipped a response.

"Are you being serious or is this just one of YOUR little games?"

Three minutes later and her phone was beeping.

"I'm dead serious, Q."

Quinn couldn't stop the beaming smile spread across her face. She tossed the phone on her bed and jumped up, dancing through her room to no music at all, just being happy.

That's when she thought she should get dressed. She put off her boy-pants while half-dancing through her room still and went over to her armchair to put her tights on. After that she removed the tanktop and tossed it over to her bed, followed by the bra she was wearing. She put on the other one and then carefully put on her dress, to not to mess up her hair.

This night was going to be plain awesome.