an: Hey guys, this is my first glee fanfic. Enjoy reading and please be generous with your reviews. Also, the ones in bold are Quinn's text and those in italics are of Rachel's.

What stupid mistakes might cost you?

CHAPTER 1

It seemed that eighteen years of Quinn's life had wringed her out. She felt exhausted and emotionally drained. She was still a kid and she had a kid of her own. A kid who will grow up not knowing who she was in some strangers arms who she will call her mom. Sometimes it felt like her life was a sitcom, and she was watching it from afar pitying the character's misfortune. God had made her super fertile and she had bore fruit the first time she had sex. Her once loving parents showed her the door and suddenly she was the outcast in her own school, her kingdom. Any misconceptions she had about life had been smashed. The rose tinted glasses were flung aside, and she didn't even get the memo. She had been thrust into the reality of life as if punished for being not careful for the first time in her life. It was always like that. Her mistakes always cost her big things like one time she looked away from the road to send a text she ended up in wheel chair. Maybe God wanted her to write a book called "What stupid mistakes might cost you?" Maybe that was her destiny, to write this book and become a millionaire, and be a lesson to all humanity as what not to do. With that final thought Quinn wheeled herself towards her next class. A couple of cheerios passed her by, their voice dropping as soon as they spotted her. No prizes for guessing who they were talking about. Quinn sighed. Just when things were looking up, she gets hit by a truck. Like literally. Her hands worked as she wheeled to cross the last few yards to enter her class.

It was 10:30pm and Quinn was on the verge of falling asleep. Her phone buzzed on the night stand and Quinn stretched her hand to take the device. The display showed "1 New Message".

"Hello Quinn! How are you today? Do you want to hang out tomorrow? I apologize if this text woke you up, but I had to tell you before tomorrow because tomorrow it would have been too late. So I am texting you today. "

There was no doubt as to who sent it. The girl who claimed to be in bed by 10pm was sending her a text at... Quinn glanced at the right corner of her phone, 1.07 am. Quinn yawned and dropped her phone on her stomach, sleep overtaking her.

She was woken again by something vibrating on her stomach. The thought of a rattle snake making her stomach its pillow made her squeak in fear and shove the thing she thought as the rattle snakes tail off her stomach. The thing landed on her bed and Quinn squeaked again as she shot up on her bed. Beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead. Her phone's display was alight with "1 New Message".

Quinn tried to calm her rapidly beating heart as she wiped her forehead with the back of her shivering hand. Quinn cursed silently for watching too much Animal Planet and opened the message which had given her a mini heart attack.

"Hello Quinn, you didn't answer my text. I am assuming that is because you were sleeping. Please reply soon, I am waiting for your reply."

"Come on Rachel!" Quinn cried in frustration. She quickly typed her reply, "Go to sleep Rachel! We will talk tomorrow"

"If only we go out tomorrow, and I have the feeling you have been avoiding me lately", the phone buzzed with the quick reply.

"Congrats, you guessed it. Now go to sleep"

This time the reply didn't come within a blink of an eye. Quinn worried her lower lip and wondered if the little diva was hurt. Her words were not exactly kind, and Quinn huffed and waited for another five minutes. She growled in annoyance that Rachel had such an effect on her.

"That came out just wrong. I am cranky and tired. You woke me up at 1:30 am in the morning!"

Within two seconds Quinn received Rachel's indignant reply.

"I am the one who had been fretting over whether I should ask you out tomorrow and why you have been aloof towards me lately. What could I do when I could finally muster enough courage to text you and it was past one in the morning? But why are you talking to me, I thought you were avoiding me"

The image of Rachel pouting petulantly and trying to stomp her foot on her bed made Quinn smile fondly.

"We can go out tomorrow at _. You fill in the time for me; I will be there your majesty. But to what do I owe this honor?"

"6. I will pick you up? And can't friends just hang out?"

"You don't have to blame yourself for the accident, Rachel; I thought we talked about that. And you don't need to spend your free time with me, when you could hang out with you fiancé."

"Quinn, I just want to spend some time with you. Please don't take it any other way"

Quinn sighed and punched her pillow and lied down.

"So then, it is a date." She texted back and put her phone back on her dresser, after setting it to silent mode.

Quinn wondered what had prompted her to call it a date, and then she remembered that Rachel had said she was trying to muster enough courage to ask her "out". Quinn smiled sleepily as she drifted off to a peaceful slumber.