A/N This is a crackfic. Featuring Inapproprite!Quinn and all the thoughts I thought she should be having. It's not really heavy on the Faberry. In fact, there hardly is any faberry. One shot, probably.


They see me rolling, they hating

That song was stuck in Quinn's head all day. And it's been a really long day. She rolls through the hallway, grateful that people still parting like the Red Sea for her; but it's not because she's head cheerleader anymore. It's because of the damn wheelchair.

People actually felt sorry for her now and she doesn't need that kind of crap. Where was that compassion when she was pregnant and homeless? Nobody cared. But now that she nearly died, everyone seems to have a soft spot for the blonde.

No matter, pretty soon she'll be walking again and everyone will have forgotten she was once in a wheelchair. Or that she was in an accident. Because even she doesn't want to remember that. She told the Glee Club so just a few days ago.

But then Rachel Berry brought it up. It's not that she thought it was the pint-sized diva's fault. Rachel had a point. If she hadn't decided to marry Finn and if she didn't make that scene with her in the hallway (even though technically, she started it) and if she hadn't texted her to hurry the fuck up, she wouldn't have been in that car accident.

Rachel seemingly couldn't forgive herself for that. Quinn on the other hand, forgive her as soon as she administered the hug. Quinn loved Rachel Berry patented hugs. They were the best. It made Quinn feel all warm and nice inside. And outside, too. She loved how Rachel felt pressed closely against her and how Rachel's face was so close to her face and…Whoah! Stop the homoerotic thoughts, Quinn. Get a hold of yourself. You're supposed to be a straight cheerleader.

Speaking of which, she had just gotten back into Sue's good graces. And now she couldn't be a Cheerio because of that damned chair. Don't get her wrong, Quinn actually liked not having to walk for a change. Rolling around everywhere was actually fun. Being in a wheelchair was actually fun. But she didn't want to stay in the wheelchair forever. And when she it's unlikely that Sue will take her back again. She'll be too uncoordinated for the Cheerios.

And then there were the ramps. Artie said that they've already overcome the steepest ramp in all of Ohio. But she didn't enjoy the ramps because she had to exert so much effort just to get into school. It was so easy before. When she was a kid, she liked taking ramps instead of stairs, thinking that it would be faster if she took them. But now that she was in a wheelchair, her opinion about ramps changed.

The buses were worse. Whenever she was being lowered by that electronic thing on the bus, she always felt like she was being lowered into the arena of the Hunger Games. And God knows how that would play out. Wheelchair-bound and helpless, she couldn't fight her way for supplies strewn all around the cornucopia and nobody would want to be her ally. She couldn't possibly climb any trees without the function of her legs. The sounds the chair made when rushing through anywhere would be a dead give-away. She'd be dead in less than a minute. HBIC!Quinn would have won the Games.

And then there's the way that all adults treated her. Like she's some delicate glass figurine. Her teachers let her do whatever she wanted to, Mr. Schue kept grimacing whenever he says her and Ms. Pillsbury tells her that her door is always open. Like she'd ever consider talking to her about this.

Judy's the worst. She looks at her with these compassionate, pitying eyes that make her feel like she's dying. Quinn's not dying and this is not the end of the world. She is going to walk again, damnit.

Artie, however, does not feel the same way. He thinks she's never going to walk again. And that she should just accept that. Artie has been a good friend lately but he's really insensitive. Quinn's hoping for something that will actually happen because the doctors are confident. So why isn't Artie just happy that she'll be walking again?

Another thing about Artie, Quinn didn't like how he referenced her pregnancy like that. Constantly screaming 'Push!' at her transported her back to the hospital. All that sweating, cursing and pain shot back into her system. Giving birth was not a good experience and she still hated Puck for impregnating her.

Beth was the only good thing about the pregnancy and she had to give her away. And she couldn't even get her back. She can't even see her anymore. her life has been such a mess.

There have been so many events throughout high school. Getting pregnant, being homeless, her on and off relationship with the Cheerios, Judy's drinking problem, her feelings for Rachel Berry (she still didn't understand what they were), boyfriends, the Skanks, Beth. And now to top it all off, the accident. Why can't her life just be good for once? Why does everything bad have to happen to her?

She tried not to think about all of that when she reaches for her locker. That, of course, just results in most of her books spilling out and she can't even pick them up. And to top it off, the hallway's deserted. Something as mundane as this and she can't even do it. This is what finally broke Quinn Fabray.

She buried her head in her hands and started sobbing uncontrollably. All the pain she felt in her fifteen years of life. Lucy Caboosey, getting a nose job, never being good enough for her father. She all poured it out as her sobs fill the entire hallway.

"I knew you weren't okay."

Quinn stopped crying for a minute and turned to the source of the sound. There Rachel Berry stood, in all her glory, with a heartbreaking expression on her face.


A/N. Should I continue this orrr...?