A/N: Here's Quinn! I'm sorry it's been so long since I posted a character piece. But I'm posting one now, so I won't waste space apologizing.

This is 3rd in a series of Character Pieces I'm writing. (It was preceded by Rachel and Brittany.) It's not necessary to read the others to read this one, but feel free to check them out and give me any feedback.

[I didn't mean for there to be so much Puck in this, since it's about Quinn, but I think that he's a pretty integral part of her at the point in which I'm writing this, so I found the mentions of him unavoidable.]

I hope you enjoy!

You're afraid.

Yes, you – previous Queen Bitch of McKinley High, former head-Cheerio – are afraid.

You're afraid that you're parents will never want to see you again. You're afraid that Finn will never forgive you for your lies and the pain you caused him. You're afraid that Puck will realize how worthless you are and leave you (because you know that you don't even deserve him after everything you've done). You're afraid that you won't be able to find a nice, Christian couple to adopt your baby. You're afraid that you'll go to Hell because sometimes you can't help but resent your own little girl. You're afraid that your baby will come out with some mental defect. You're afraid of giving birth. You're afraid that your little girl will be as messed up as you are.

You hate living in Puck's house.

You hate it because when you see his mom, all alone (and already struggling before you came along) you can't help but see what your future could look like if you give Puck his wish and raise the little girl growing inside of you. You hate it because you can't stand the kindness Mrs. Puckerman gives you, because it makes you feel worse about yourself. You hate it because you want to just break down and cry when Puck's little sister looks at your belly with a big, clueless smile on her face, asking questions like: "How did the baby get in your stomach?" and "Could I, maybe, feel her moving around in there?" and "Am I really gonna be an Auntie?" You hate it because it takes so much effort to muffle your sobs at night when you can't help but think about everything you've done, and you don't want anyone else to know that you're crying.

You hate it because you can see how much Puck wants to step up and be a father to his baby girl and you just know that you can't give that to him; you can't throw away the tiny shred of chance you have of making it out of this cow town, and you can't subject your baby to the horrible influence you would undoubtedly be as a mother.

You think you'd be a terrible mom. You feel that, having been deprived of a nurturing mother yourself, you'd have nothing to offer her in the way of comfort or wisdom. A little girl needs a good mom to help her; and that's just not something you think you could be.

You can't believe how far you've fallen.

You used to rule the halls of WMHS, and now you scurry your way around between classes with your head ducked and on constant slushie alert. Puck's been great with protecting you from those, but he can't be beside you every single second of every day and he can't punch everyone who manages to throw a cup of the icy beverage in your face (as much as he'd like to). You've become far too familiar with the art of slushie removal (though definitely not more so than Rachel).

Your life is so much more messed up than you'd ever thought it could become. But, if you try hard enough, you can start to see a silver lining.

You're giving the gift of life. That's got to mean something, right? And you have Puck. (Though somewhere deep in your heart you know that it's petty to be happy that someone's in the same mess that you are.)

Okay, so your silver lining isn't that great.

But at least you've come far enough to realize that you can't do any of this on your own.

You think that that's a start.

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