I have got to hate myself for this, but… it. Will. Be. Epic. I hope… ehhahaha. I needed a break, so please, enjoy
Anyways… hope you enjoy…
Chapter One: Somehow
It only takes three moments to make and break your life.
Moment One; coolness and panic. That's what she remembers. That, and pain. Endless pain, and her voice was sore, so she must have screamed. People in lab coats, strange faces, tight hands on her own. This is what it had been like. Oh, and their roof was speckled white.
Moment Two; blond hair, brown doe eyes. Baby feet and tiny finger nails. Cradling the small figure to her chest, she couldn't help but never want to leave. Kodak Moment, that's what she thinks as she holds the pink blankets.
Moment Three; standing outside of the cruel glass window, staring at all the little babies. How many of these would have a real mother? Their real mother? Spotting a baby version of herself, her heart burns, not that one.
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Quinn opened her eyes to the dark room. Out of habit she glanced at the white alarm clock, knowing full well that she had unplugged it. Sighing, she rolled out of her frilly blankets, crossing the hall to the bathroom and dancing under the hot water.
School had long ago ended, and Quinn hadn't spoken to anyone but her mother, and that was just to say "Can I have my room back?" the words sound hallow and empty to her. She secretly knew that her father had a 'friend' for 'work', but she had still loved her him. Her mother had done the right thing, leaving him. We'll actually, she more kicked him out.
Quinn still had her old room, frilly 'princess' mirror and pink wall paper around the walls for a border. After her mother had caught her father burning pictures of himself with Quinn and Andrea on his lap, she locked the door, keeping the key with her.
None of that mattered anymore. Her father was gone, her baby was gone, her boyfriend(s?) were gone.
Quinn stepped out of the shower, shaking her blond hair of water, pulling on her yellow dress. She smiled, as the zipper reached the top. The 'Halo/Walking on Sunshine' performance was when she had little baby fat, and she fit back into it. That was great, she had worked for two long weeks to loose it all.
And now that it was gone, what was she to do? Pursing her lip, she blinked on some mascara, rubbed on some lip gloss and pulled her hair into the trademark Cheerio pony. She had used the exercise excuse out, and she was ready to face the world!
Marching purposely down the stairs, she waved a hello to her startled mother. Grabbing a bowl and filling it with Special K cereal. Sitting across for her mother, Quinn crossed her ankles, smiling because they used to be cankles. Yuck!
Her mother clears her throat, closing the book on the table, "So, honey, what are you thinking of doing today? More treadmill? Or maybe some swimming?"
"No, I was actually thinking of calling Shelby up, just to see, and then maybe hanging out with someone," she hadn't actually figured out who yet, but she found herself smiling as her mothers eyes widened.
She looks like a fishy, Quinn giggled into her spoonful, and her mother fought to make a sentence, "Oh. That's. That's really good. But maybe don't call Shelby, you did the right thing, abandoning that bastard baby."
The spoon slipped and clattered in the bowl, "Ex-excuse me?" Her own mother…had she really just called her granddaughter a 'bastard baby'? Quinn pushed away from the table, skirt tangling in her legs as she ran up the stairs. She had seen the truth in her mothers eyes.
Throwing open her closet, she pulled out her Cheerio's bag, stuffing it full of cloths. Only grabbing Ralph at the very last second. Holding the panda close to her heaving chest, she pushed past her mother, throwing her belonging into the passenger seat of her cherry red car.
"Quinny, where are you going?" Quinn ignored her mother, rolling down the windows, reversing and wincing as her mothers last words echoed around her. "You have nowhere else to go!"
Quinn snarled and moved down the road, blaring her amazing sound system loudly, glaring until she pulled in front of a wood rimmed, single story road. Deciding to leave her stuff in the passenger seat, she slide out, pressing the lock on the key as she noticed the neighbors peeking through the curtains.
She shook out her hair, rubbed her lips and knocked on the door, waiting patiently on the 'Welcome' mat. She rubbed a toe against a spec of dirt, looking up when the door creaked open.
"Hello, Sarah. Is Puck home?" She looked into the smiling face of the little girl, but her heart sank as the brown hair shook back and forth, "He's not? Where is he?"
The girl pursed her lips, hanging from the door knob, "He went out on a date. Do ya want me to call him? I know his number."
She ruffled the hair fondly, amazed that it was the same dark shade of her baby daddies. "No, but thank you."
She returned to her car, blinking back unexpected tears. Where to now? Santana wasn't talking to her, now that they knew Puck was the father, and that put Brittany out, too. She never really talked to Tina and Artie; it was Sunday, so Mercedes was at church. And Quinn couldn't ask them to take her in again. She had no clue where Matt or Mike lived. That left two people.
Sighing, she turned down a rusty road, looking in at the garage, only continuing when she was sure Kurt wasn't there. They had become friends, of a sort, since she had moved in with his best friend.
Standing in front of the large, white, clean house, she rapped against the door, fingering her panda bear. Finn had forgiven her, and he wouldn't turn her away. And even if she did, Kurt would answer the door.
She knocked for a fourth time as a shadow past over the living room curtains. "Open the door Finn!" she heard the unmistakable click as the door locked, "You've got to be kidding me! Open the door! Open the fucking door Hudson!"
After five long minutes, she turned her back on the door, grounding her teeth angrily, realizing that tears stained her cheeks. No one wanted her. No one.
She imagined her mothers' smug look, banging her fist uselessly against the wheel. It wasn't fair!
There was no way in hell she would return to that house she finally decided, placing one hand over the other as she placed a perfectly executed turn.
It had to be done.
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