Takes place before Quinn has her baby. Written in 1st person POV from Quinn's perspective.
Ringggg ringgggg. The cheap alarm clock screeches from Puck's nightstand and I slip quietly out of bed. I like to get up early, while Puck is content with sleeping in until noon. I quietly take the batteries out of the clock and set it back down on the table. I glance down at the air mattress on the floor, where Puck is still sound asleep. He snores gently, and my heart begins to ache, as it has begun doing so often. I can't tell if it's the pregnancy hormones, or just me getting soft. I'd like to think it's the latter, because believe it or not I'm still the HBIC wether or not people agree with me. I turn to my suitcase and find a fresh outfit to wear. I still haven't unpacked because I like to pretend that I can jet off to wherever I want whenever I want, when in reality, I'll probably be stuck here for awhile.
I tip-toe to the bathroom and turn on the water for a shower. Steams rises out from the curtains and I strip down, letting my pajamas fall into a messy pile at my feet. I step into the shower and work on finding the shampoo and conditioner in the midst of all the steam. I probably should have turned on the fan now that I think about it. Once I'm done, I step out and stand dripping wet and naked in front of the mirror. I look down at my stomach, no longer flat against my fit frame. Now it protrudes from my body, a speed bump that nobody expected. I slip into my light blue dress and red shawl, which I've worn for the third time this month. I silently curse my father for not letting me have longer than 30 minutes to pack all my stuff as I run a brush through my tangled hair. I stare hard into the mirror searching my eyes for any indication of my past life, but I come up empty handed. I bit my lower lip and sigh, telling myself that it's a new day and anything could happen. I wave the mascara wand over my eyelashes and finish brushing out the knots in my wet hair. When I think I look somewhat presentable, I step back into the bedroom and quietly make my way to the door. I allow myself to steal one last glance at Puck, not knowing that this is the last time I'll see him.
As I make my way down the stairs I hear muffled giggles and laughter. I know it's Puck's sister, Sarah and her friend Claire. Being 10, I don't think Sarah really grasps the reality of my situation. She is still age that age where she thinks that being pregnant is like owning a baby doll —where she can leave her for days on end without taking care of her. I just hope that when she's older she doesn't go around trying to get pregnant because believe me, it's not all that it's cracked up to be. I don't get those warm, fuzzy "I'm going to be a mommy" feelings. Oh no, instead, I only get gut-wrenching stomach pain and an odd craving for bacon.
I'd like this to be a semi-long-multi-chapter fic, so please review and I'll keep writing! :]