Her father kicked her out and her mother just watched her go. And there she was taking a breath and pulling herself together again.
Her boyfriend found out the truth and left her. And there she was taking a breath and pulling herself together again.
Her daughter was born and she had to give her up. And there she was pulling herself together again.
Her boyfriend called her lie and told her it was over. And there she was pulling herself together again.
Her past got papered around school and everyone knew her secret. And there she was pulling herself together again.
Her boyfriend fought over another girl and she lost prom queen. And there she was pulling herself together again.
And now here she is, sat in a car after a funeral, her boyfriend telling her the things she never wanted to believe. A lone tear making it's way down her cheek, the only one she will show, before she runs. She run's so far and so fast she looses track of directions.
She sits on the pavement behind some building, drawing her knees up to her chest. He couldn't get over what she had done to him- how could she have ever expected him to. She had wrecked every relationship somehow.
She fought for this one though. She tried so hard. She tried to stop him singing with her, she tried to be enough for him. But she never would be. Even when he told her he didn't feel for her nay more, she still tried. She couldn't admit that the one thing she had left was gone.
But it is.
He's left, just like everything else. Her parents, her boyfriends, her daughter, her popularity.
And there she was pulling herself together again with the broken fractions of her heart.
But this time she wouldn't pretend that they would ever work again.
She was broken, and would forever stay so.
Quinn Fabray- the girl with no one to hold her. The girl who had to do it alone.
Always.