So after everthing that had ever happened to her she was just going to sit here and shut her mouth as Kurt went on and on about how only the gays had it bad. If she was Skank Quinn she would have kicked his ass. If she were Cheerio Quinn she would have told him off with a smile on her face, but as just Quinn, she would let him go on. But It didn't make him right. She did know that dark place …she knew it very well.
She would never let anyone know just how much she hated her life at one point.
Never loved right. Not by her first true love Finn always pinning for another girl, making her a fool in others eyes because he didn't have the balls to just say so…to just keep her hanging on a dog on a leash while he paraded around with Rachel.
Not by Puckerman, the father of her child, the guy who took advantage of a moment of weakness and sadness and taken the last shred of innocence left and for what…so he could boast he did the celibacy queen bee.
Not even by sweet Sam. Who even when she tried to stay faithful pushed her into the arms of her former love only to then break up with her, for being confused after all it was highschool, who isn't confused.
Not her parents who abandoned her when she needed them most, her father a cheater, faithless,basterd. Her mother, a drunk and pitiful woman.
And she had turned out just like them…leaving her baby. The one she carried for 9 months of pain and shame and ardour and for what. To never even be called a mother. To never see that baby grow and become more than she could ever even imagine for herself.
This was her life. A teenage travesty.
She would never have taken her life….but that doesn't mean she never hit that bottom.