Maybe This Time
AN: I don't own anything. Just had another weird idea and decided to run with it. I also apologize that I can't figure out how to format fics still. :( If anyone has major issue with it, please come offering tips. Peace.
Quinn makes a realization about who she wants to spend the rest of her life with.
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Quinn Fabray walked through the doors of McKinley High with a slight smile on her face. She had just discovered what she'd been missing throughout her high school career and was intent on righting her wrongs. As she walked down the hallway, she adjusted her beige sweater so that it sat over her blue dress exactly right. If she was going to make an effort, she was going to do it all correctly. She smiled at some random people and offered a small wave to Brittany as she made her way to her locker. She entered the combination as she hummed a song.
"Hey Quinn."
"Brittany! How are you this lovely morning?"
"Um, I'm fine. I wanted to ask you a question, but I forgot it on the way over here. Why are you acting so weird? You used to yell at me for that."
"I've been thinking about some things lately and I've finally figured it out."
"Oh. That's really cool, Quinn. I'll see you later in Glee. Maybe Santana will remember what I wanted to ask you?"
Quinn giggled as Brittany walked off. Sometimes she got the biggest kick out of her best friends.
She continued down the hall to her first class, and noted several of her friends on the way.
Voice over, Quinn: I've done a lot of self-discovery over the last three years. I have learned a lot of things that most girls my age have yet to figure out: you can get pregnant the first time, smoking is not very glamorous, and hot sauce, not a strange thing to have in your pantry. I know that I used to believe that I was meant to marry the Quarterback and go on to work for my mother's real estate business, but now I realize that I'm meant for much better things.
Puck, while not a Lima loser, is not the man of my dreams. I think an animal died on his head. Even as a Skank, that was unattractive.
Sam. Sweet Sam. He was a good boyfriend, but he's too sweet for the real world. He's much better for Mercedes; she'll stand up for them both.
That leaves Finn. Someday, Finn is going to run his dad's tire shop. That's great for him, but not for me. Plus, as much as Finn tried to understand being somebody besides Finn, he's usually pretty into the stuff that's good for him. That only works for Finn.
I know what you must be thinking, "But Quinn, who else does that leave? Joe? Rory?" Yeah, right.
I'm Lucy Quinn Fabray. I'm going to Yale. I deserve the best of the best.
I finally figured out what it's going to take to get it right. All that's in the way now is six-plus feet of obstacle. Like that's hard. I've been through teen pregnancy, homelessness, emo, and insanity.
Quinn walked into her first class and sat down in her usual seat.
"Good morning, Quinn!" a very perky brunette greeted.
"Hey, Rach," Quinn replied with a grin.
I'm Quinn Fabray, and now, I'm shooting for the brightest star. Rachel Berry, you don't even know it, but soon, you're going to be mine.
I might be a new Quinn Fabray, but I still intend to get everything that I want. Maybe this time, it'll happen the way it always should have.
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Thanks for reading!
PS- RIB, it's okay with me if you use this for plot. ;)