Plans. She should have known that she would never have anything go according to plan. She didn't plan on getting pregnant at 15. She didn't plan on spending her junior year looking after her drunk mother. She didn't plan on the baby girl who she gave up for adoption to magically wind up in her arms again after Shelby passes away. She didn't plan on falling in love again- falling in love with Sam again. Of course not. Nothing ever goes according to plan.
But she did it anyway. She made plans. She planned on raising her baby with Puck after a year of being on the outs with each other- they managed to come together as friends. Best friends. She planned on spending many lazy Sunday afternoons in bed making love with Sam while Beth took her naps. She planned on a lifetime with that boy. She planned on running away and getting married as soon as they both finished high school. She planned on having more pretty blonde babies- only this time with someone she loved. This time she would do it right.
But plans change. Plans change all the time. Plans change when her father suddenly decides he wants in her life again- but when she refuses he turns violent. Plans change when she has to send her baby girl off to a safe hideaway with her father while she and her boyfriend flee in a separate direction. Plans change when her father follows them, demanding she go with him- threatening to shoot if she doesn't. Plans change when he pulls the trigger and instead of hitting her, its target- it hits him instead.
She never planned a funeral before, but she supposes there is a first time for everything. She never had to pick bible verses to correlate with how he lived his life. She never had to pick hymnals that are supposed to celebrate the life he lived, rather than the life he lost. She never had felt this much pain before.
She never planned on saying goodbye to the love of her life while still in high school. At least not at a cemetery- surrounded by friends and family who keep reminding her It's all part of God's plan. What about her plans? What about what she wanted? Did that not matter? Did it not matter that all of her plans were being lowered into the ground in a pine casket?
Quinn learned not to plan anymore.
A.N: So this is my first one-shot in a really long time. This was inspired by a Roleplay I am apart of on Tumblr where I play a Quinn in a Fabrevans storyline. My Sam may be leaving and wants to make his exit as a character death as part of some current drama. In my depression over possibly losing the best roleplay partner I've ever had- this came to mind. I hope you enjoyed it.