{First Glee Fic!:) Here's somthing that's been roaming around in my head for a couple months. The Title is a lyric from Paper Bag by Fiona Apple. I hope you enjoy! Is a one-shot for right now, but could become more if anyone wants!:) -Jordon Shyanne}
Quinn Fabray was good at many things. She had good grades, she was the first sophomore to be captain of the Cheerios in the history of the Cheerios, and she was dating the quarterback, Finn Hudson. She was good at getting what she wanted, when she wanted, exactly how she wanted it.
But if there was anything Quinn wasn't good at, it was facing defeat. She loathed it with the passion usually reserved for JewFro and ManHands. She had been raised a Fabray, damn it. She reached for perfection and accepted nothing less.
"Sloppy babies! You think this is hard? Try paroling the Mexican border with nothing but a spoon to protect yourself from the local drug cartels, THAT"S hard!" Coach Sylvester's voice echoed throughout the sweltering hot gym. The Cheerios had been practicing for two hours, going through the flips and stunts and chants until they were bow legged and drenched in sweat. Quinn's legs were shaking and she was beginning to feel a little dizzy.
"You disgust me! Get out of my sight!" And with that, they were released to go home. She drug herself to her car that sat in the McKinnley parking lot. She deposited her gym bag into the back seat and took a minute to stop and rest. The world lurched and she rested her head against the steering wheel for a moment. That probably wouldn't have happened if wouldn't have been such a pig earlier. I didn't mean too. She grouchily replies to her subconscious. Yes, she had eaten earlier, too much in fact. On top of her normal breakfast of wheat toast and ice water, she had binged at Lunch and had eaten in the cafeteria. She had meant to only eat a Sue Sylvester Shake, to get rid of the water weight, but Finn just had to get pizza. She couldn't take the greasy aroma rolling off of the calorie laden food, and had stuffed it into her mouth so fast she had nearly burnt her tongue off. Finn was cool about it, and went to get another piece. Before she knew it, the italian food was residing in her stomach.
She pulled into her driveway and put the car in park. She gathered all of her things and made her way into her house. She was greeted by her golden retriever, Toby, but she didn't have the energy to play with him, or even pet him. She went straight up the stairs and eased herself onto her bed. She had so much homework, but her head was pounding, and her world was spinning, and her stomach was doing something strange. That's called digestion. It's what happens when you eat more than I say you're allowed to. You know what you have to do now.
The voice is back, and louder than earlier. Tears spring to her eyes. She scrunched her face up, trying to hold in the exhausted sobs. I don't want to do that. It's so scary. Well, maybe you'll think ahead next time. Put on your fucking big girl panties and deal. This is the price of being on top. This is the price you pay to be you. I'll do anything, just not that. Go... She slowly pulls herself from her soft mattress and shuts herself into her bathroom. She kneels in front of the toilet. She had always rolled her eyes at those ridiculous Lifetime movies where the girl starts off eating 'healthy' and ends up shoving her fingers down her esophagus. How did she end up being such a fucking cliche?
The stomach acid burns the back of her throat, but she keeps pressing down on the back of her throat until she dry heaves. She flushes and rinses out her mouth. As she washes the regurgitated food and thick saliva off of her purging fingers, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Yes. Quinn Fabray is many things. Popular, talented, and bitchy to name a few. But she is not a failure and she is not a quitter. She knows it's not right, but when all you want is to be the best you have a long road ahead of you.
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