Tossing and turning restlessly in her bed, Quinn wonders what has become of her. She is a liar, now. A cheat. She remembers when she was the golden girl and Lima's sweetheart. Captain of the Cheerios, every teacher's favourite student, popular, hot, president of the Celibacy Club. It was so easy last year. She had Finn, and now she has Sam. She knows he's just using her for his own personal gain, but she accepts that. It's necessary. Why? Because Quinn needs a cover; a mask to hide behind. No one would ever expect her of having a thing for… that thing, but desperate times call for desperate measures. She hates that she is letting Sam walk all over her like this. She's supposed to be the feminist. How stereotypical would it be of her if she came out as a lesbian? She can't help what she's feeling for Rachel, of all people. She can't control it. She can't control the insults that will be sure to be sent her way if she ever does come out, either. So she stresses and tries to convince herself that she is still the perfect little girl she always was, even if it's not true.