Faith
Quinn Fabray walked through the doors of St. Ann's Church. No one was around since Mass had just ended but she needed to come. Scared that she would run into her parents, she had taken the bus to the church of her childhood on the other side of town. She needed someone to listen to her.
Her shoes clicked on the tiles like rain on a tin roof. The only sound in the entire place. She made her way to the front of the church and sat in the front pew, wondering how she was going to deal with her situation. Her stomach was growing and she knew before long everyone would know what she had done. Her parents no longer cared about her, failing to even contact her after kicking her out of the house. Finn had abandoned her, after learning the baby was not his. Puck wasn't much support. Giving her a place to stay only satisfied one aspect of her needs. She needed someone to care about her. Someone who understood her. And for that, she had no one.
She started to cry, tears streaming from her face until she felt she had no more tears to shed. Everything was too overwhelming. Her future, her body, her baby, her life. She had to decide everything on her own. "I can't do this", she thought, staring at her hands. She was hoping coming to the church would provide the answer she needed. She was wrong.
Why should she have expected to find it there? Her faith had caused her parents to abandon her. They looked at her with such scorn as she left her house for the last time. She was a failure in their eyes. This trip was just a waste of time and two dollars for the bus fare.
She got up to leave, giving up hope that she could find what she was looking for. She started down the aisle again when a flicker of light caught her eye. She turned to see numerous candles lit on a stand in a little chapel off to the side. She couldn't help but be drawn to it, feeling that her answers may be there. At the least, she could light a candle for herself. She peaked inside to see it was empty. She found her answer in front of her. Behind the candles was a statue of Mary. As a child, she remembered her story. She too had been an unwed pregnant woman, like Quinn. She had faced the scorn of society and the judgment of all the people close to her. She looked deep into the statue's eyes, feeling that she had sympathy for her. She knew what Quinn was going through.
Quinn left the church with a new outlook on her situation. She no longer pitied herself. She knew she could do this. She knew it wouldn't be easy. It was going to be tough and at times seem hopeless. But she would just have to remember her lesson that she learned from today. Mary had had faith. Quinn decided that at this moment in her life, she needed to have a little faith too.