To be honest, I have no idea where this came from. I guess I'm getting fed up with the lack of Quick this season. And this is what will happen if they NEVER DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT THEY GAVE THEIR CHILD UP FOR ADOPTION! Enjoy!
Time Warp
She's twenty-one now, sitting on a park bench, sipping her coffee and flipping through the New York Times.
A little girl skips by, licking an ice cream cone, heading towards a woman who appears to be her grandmother.
She can't help staring until she disappears from sight.
Five years ago, Quinn Fabray had been hoping she'd be over it by now. Guess not.
She will spend every summer sitting on that park bench, watching and waiting for a little girl who could be hers. Who isn't hers.
She'll never find her.
…
By the time he's twenty-four, Noah thinks he's fairly well adjusted. He has a pretty good paying job considering he only went to technical school, and his mother sighs and says boys with four year degrees earn more. They can support their wives and children better. She wants grandbabies-
Fuck that. He's too young. Doesn't have the time. Why settle down with one girl when he could sleep with plenty more, no strings attached?
Of course, he doesn't mention to his mother that she already has a granddaughter, they just don't have a damn clue where she is. Not to mention he already met the girl he thinks he could marry, but she's long gone. Wouldn't give him the time of day, even back then.
Besides, she's not Jewish. That always was important to his mom and Bubbe. They wouldn't appreciate it.
He doesn't think about her. He doesn't close his eyes when eight year old girls walk past him on the street, hopping on and off the school bus. He doesn't get misty at the crumpled picture at the bottom of his dresser.
He doesn't think about any of them. He doesn't get attached.
Attachments only make him miss what was. He won't miss what wasn't his.
…
It's been eleven years. They're both twenty-seven and visiting home for the holidays. He runs into her at the Christmas block party.
They end up fooling around in the back of his truck. It's just what they do.
The moans and kisses don't leave any room to mention what happened last time they were here, at the hospital down the road. They like it that way.
If only this could've been their life. Purely physical, a one time deal, no consequences later on. He should've put on a damn condom. She should've insisted.
They both made mistakes. Now they'll regret it, and think about it, and wonder, and watch for the rest of their lives.
They both hope it won't last that long. Now, all they can do is become lost in each other.
It'll never be enough.
…
She'll be fifteen tomorrow. They're thirty-one. They shouldn't be so old and she shouldn't be so young.
Time's funny that way.
Maybe she has her permit. Maybe she can sing. Maybe she has a boyfriend. Maybe she's a cheerleader, a jock, a nerd, a goth, popular, loser, whatever.
Maybe she's happy. Maybe she isn't. They'll never know.
That hurts worse than anything else could.
…
They turn thirty-four. It's her graduation day.
She finally gets the balls to call Shelby's number. It's no longer in service.
Quinn spends the day crying into her pillow and eating chocolate chip ice cream.
What if she thinks they hate her?
They decided closed adoption would be best a long time ago. They just never knew it would hurt so much.
Maybe it wouldn't, if they could move on.
Guess they suck at traveling anywhere.