Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters.
Prologue
She wasn't fat. She wasn't ugly. She wasn't stupid. In fact, she wasn't a lot of things other unfortunate people were. Quinn Fabray was perfect. Her body was fit, she had the beauty of an angel, her hair looked as if it were kissed by the sun. Yet, she felt so insecure. She felt imperfect. The hands trailing her body knew it too; though soft lips sliding down her neck tried to erase it.
She was perfect and this stranger tried to prove it to her. Sheathed in darkness, Quinn Fabray couldn't make out her unknown lover. Although, with the alcohol flowing through her blood stream she was sure it wouldn't have mattered who it was at the time. Just so long as they kept touching her like they were and continued whispering sweet nothings in her ear she was content not knowing who this mysterious person was.
Soft fingers glided across her skin and feather light kisses peppered her body. Her lover was so gentle and loving, it led her to believe it couldn't have possibly been any guy she knew, if it was a guy at all. Her mind quickly changed when she felt a hard member touch her inner thigh.
"This might hurt," the stranger whispered and it did. She tried to push her unknown lover away but with soothing caresses and warm words Quinn was soon holding tight to her lover once more. Pleasure melted away the pain and soon enough both were crying out in ecstasy.
Quinn hadn't ever felt this loved before, but even in her alcohol induced thought process she knew this bliss wouldn't last forever. So she pulled her lover even closer, wanting to hold on to the moment for as long as she could.
A/N: So what'd you think?