AN: My second FanFic. Reviews will inspire me to continue. I will continue updating very often. I hope you enjoy!
Quinn walked down the long halls of McKinley. They seemed colder than usual. Maybe that was just because she was in a colder place in her life. Despite being pretty, popular, and having the most gorgeous football playing boyfriend, she wasn't happy. She went to school every day and put on a happy face, then went home and cried. Nobody knew the real Quinn. Hell, Quinn didn't even know the real Quinn. She didn't know why, but she felt like she was hiding something from everyone, even herself.
The choir room was empty. She was supposed to be in math, but she couldn't bring herself to concentrate on irrelevant math problems when she had so many problems of her own. The black piano sat in the middle of the room, contrasting with the square walls. It looked lonely, just like her. Quinn took a seat on one of the chairs and looked straight ahead. It was dark. She didn't bother to turn on the light. She just needed to be alone. 'Why am I feeling like this? What did I do to make me feel so bad?' she wondered, wishing someone had an answer for her. She let her head fall in defeat and felt a solitaire tear fall from her hazel eyes. In a matter of moments, a stream of warm tears were falling from her eyes and landing on her red and white Cheerios uniform. She couldn't think of a reason for the tears that were falling from her eyes or for the sadness that she was haunted with every day.
She wiped a few tears away and pulled a small compact mirror out of her white, leather purse. She didn't want people to know she was crying. If they did, she would be pegged as troubled or depressed, which would ruin her high reputation. That was probably the worst thing that could happen. She felt lonely enough. She couldn't imagine how she'd feel without her popularity. She tried to compose herself, taking in deep breaths to calm her jumpy nerves. "You're Quinn Fabray," she whispered to herself softly. "You're captain of the Cheerios. You're gorgeous. Your boyfriend is captain of the football team. You're perfect." Her broken voice wasn't exactly convincing her.
She heard soft footsteps outside of the music room. Although she couldn't see through the darkness, she knew the noise was coming in and she couldn't stop them. The doorknob turning was like nails on a chalkboard. Hadn't she locked the door? Suddenly, Quinn felt her face get hot as she searched for a place to hide. It was no use, she was caught. She sat back in her seat and waited to see who would walk through the door. To hell with her reputation. She didn't deserve popularity anyway. She was broken, a hopeless cause.
The door opened slowly and a chill was sent down Quinn's spine. The soft footsteps were tearing though her. They were all too familiar. They were the footsteps of someone she tried to avoid. Quinn bit her lip, now realizing why she was never happy. She was living a lie. "Quinn?" she heard the voice say. She got a knot in her stomach, an unexplainable knot.
Finally, she got the courage to speak. Her voice was broken, but understanding able. She closed her eyes as the light flicked on.
"Hello, Rachel."