{Possible spoilers, depending on what you've seen. And in this, the whole pink hair thing doesn't happen.}
A slim blonde girl stood at the entrance to the choir room, her eyes scanning the room and she couldn't help but let out a sound of disgust. Typical. Why would she have believed that it would of changed? Such a stupid thing to do. She pushed open the door and walked in, but she stopped in her tracks, stunned. For once, she was stunned. Who may this be who is stunned? A certain Quinn Fabray. And Quinn Fabray was rarely ever stunned. Quinn's eyes scanned the room again, her pretty eyes widening even more. Rachel and Finn were cuddling near the drums, Santana and Brittany were chatting near the back, Mike was talking to Tina and Artie was strumming up a conversation with Mercedes. Blaine and Kurt were chatting about scarves and Puck sat in the back corner, half asleep. Even though each person was busy, their heads turned to stare at the frozen Quinn. Mr Scheuster walked out of his office, and slid onto the piano stool. But his eyes strayed to Quinn and his face softened. "Quinn? What's wrong?" He asked, closing his book of sheet music. "I..I.." Quinn stammered out, her eyes flickering to him. "Yes?" Mr Scheuster offered as Quinn glanced around again. He wasn't here. She wasn't supposed to care. But she did. "Nevermind." Quinn composed herself, smoothing down her skirt and headed for the sea of plastic chairs. "..Alright." Mr Schue sent her a weird look as she approached the chairs. Where was she going to sit? Biting her lip. Quinn made her way up to where Puck was sitting and she slowly sat down on the chair next to him. "Fabray." Puck nodded at her as Quinn folded her hands in her lap. "Puck." Quinn almost whispered, shifting in her seat to face the front more. Lauren hurried in, mumbling her apologies as she found a seat and Quinn glanced at Puck before glancing back at the front.
"As you may have noticed, we are lacking a certain blonde. Due to his father's work, Sam has moved away." Mr Schue spoke as Quinn's eyes dropped to the hands folded neatly in her lap. She had never gotten to say goodbye. Even if she hadn't deserved a chance, she still wanted it. "Luckily, Blaine came along and now we have the right number of members. So without further ado, let's get started on our first glee project." Mr Schue waltzed up to the board and uncapped a marker. He wrote the word you in big bold letters before circling it. He turned back to the rows of waiting kids. "A song about you. Your life. Your struggles. Your mistakes." Mr Schue nodded as he sat back down. Within minutes the room was bustling. Finn was tapping out a beat on the drums and Rachel was searching for a notepad for her ideas. Santana and Brittany had snuck out, and Mike started to dance.
Quinn just sat there, not moving or speaking, until she heard someone bring their chair closer to hers and nudge her gently. Quinn's eyes flickered up to the person. "Quinn." Puck started, softly. "What?" Quinn spat, her cold bitchy side kicking in. Puck's eyebrows knitted together. "Don't." He said, turning away a little. That's all it took. A small whimper escaped her lips. "I'm sorry." Quinn stood up, whispering those two words to him before walking out of the room before any of the others saw her crying.
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It was a good fifteen minutes before Puck found Quinn. She was in her car, her head resting on her steering wheel as she cried. Puck knocked on the window and Quinn flinched, the noise echoing around her car. But she made no move to open the door and Puck opened it, reaching down to grab her by the hips. Swivelling her around to face him, he crouched down. "I know your sorry." He started off, softly. "I always have known and I will always have that little bit of love for you in me. But I know you love him. If you love him, you need to go after him. You need to fight for him. I know you can do it. Your Quinn Fabray. You can do anything." He rubbed her knee, gently. "Just give me a call, okay?" He straightened up, patting her knee gently. "Thanks." Quinn wiped at her eyes. "No problem. I'd stay but I gotta run and go tell Mr Schue that everything is okay before he sends out a search party." He nodded at her. "Put a smile on that dial, Fabray." He teased, ruffling her hair before darting off, leaving Quinn with her head resting on the back of the chair and her legs dangling out, staring after him.
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Tennessee. He had moved to Tennessee. Quinn couldn't believe what was on the screen of her ipod. A strangled noise escaped her throat and her hand flew to rest against her stomach. She felt sick at the thought. "Quinnie? It's tea time." Judy called through the door. "I'm not hungry." Quinn replied. "Are you sick?" The door creaked a little as Judy touched it. "I don't know." Quinn dropped her ipod, shoving it under her pillow. Quinn was sitting on her bed, her legs tucked up underneath. Her eyes flickered to the door just as her mother pushed the door open. "Oh Quinnie, you do look pale." Her mother rushed her up to her, brushing the blonde strands out of Quinn face, feeling her face gently. Quinn just grimaced, her head lolling back to hit the wall gently. "Lie down sweetheart and I'll go get you some medicine, okay?" Judy gently pushed her down so her head hit the pillow and she rushed out of the room. Before she could return, Quinn had fallen asleep, one tear streak down her cheek.
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The next morning, she was out of the house within twenty minutes of waking up. Quinn had showered, dressed and grabbed an apple and then she was on her way to school. She had gotten to school, forty minutes before school began so she headed for the locker room. Changing into a pair of sweats and a tank top, she slid runners on and headed outside. After stretching for a few minutes, she started jogging. 30 minutes later, she stopped jogging, and started to stretch out her muscles, so she didn't get sore and she headed back into the locker room, ignoring the stares of a few guys. Quinn showered quickly, redressed in the simple but stripy summer dress and flats, and she stood infront of the mirror, rubbing her lips together. After doing her hair, carefully, she made her way back onto the field, where the football guys were standing. As she walked up to them, a few of them wolf whistled, the younger ones stared and Quinn just made her way up to them, carefully. "Well if it isn't Fabray." Karofsky smirked, walking up to here. "What does little miss Lucy Caboosey want now?" He raised his eyebrows at him and Quinn's eyes widened. "I want you to step aside." She said, her eyes narrowing. "But why would I do that, I'm having too much fun." He smirked again. "Karofsky. Leave Fabray alone before I punch your face in." Puck appeared, growling at Karofsky, pushing him aside. "What's up, Quinn?" Puck asked, grabbing her wrist gently and moving her away. "He moved to Tennessee." Quin rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. "And?" Puck asked, obviously confused. "How do I get there?' Her eyes flickered up to his face. "A plane?" He offered. "Right. Well, you know that uncle of yours that fixes planes?" Quinn asked, getting fidgety. "I need a plane ticket as soon as possible." She blurted out, her eyes searching his face. "Give me a minute." He pulled out his phone and dialled a number. After ten minutes of talking on the phone, he scribbled something down onto his hand, before chucking the pen back at Finn and turning back to Quinn. "Nine. Tonight. Gate 3. And I'm coming with you." He told her and her eyebrows quirked. "Why?" She asked, softly. "Sounds like fun." He shrugged. "I'll pick you up at seven." He added, bending down to her eye level. "Just bake some of your cookies, no need to pay me." He smirked, ruffling her hair and hurrying off, leaving Quinn standing there and smiling.
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"Open up blondie." Puck hollered through the front door of Quinn's place. Her mother was at a church meeting and she was currently pulling her bag to the front door. "Wait a minute." She replied. And it was exactly a minute later when she yanked open the front door. "Get some patience." She shoved her bag towards him before grabbing her shoulder bag. As Puck put her luggage in the back of his truck, she slid into the passenger seat. As Puck started the car, Quinn pulled out a small plastic container. "Chocolate chip cookies for one Noah Puckerman." He grabbed them and yanked the lid off, shoving one into his mouth and chewing at it. "It's not a zoo." She commented, rolling her eyes a little. "Whatever Fabray, do you want one?" Puck offered her the container. "No thanks." She shook her head. "You seriously aren't going all health again are you?" Puck frowned. "Why would I do that?"Her eyebrows furrowed. "Eat. Now." Puck growled and Quinn sighed, taking one and chewing at it. Puck rolled his eyes as he focused on the road, Quinn just sitting there quietly.