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Quinn seriously did not want her life to be a Disney story, but at the same time she did. She wanted her life to be a classic Disney story, not one of those new Disney Channel piles of crap. They did not have the magic that brought a tear to her eye when she remembered it. Quinn couldn't see how anything in her life fit into a Disney story. She and Sam had been dating a month. He was being very slow and cautious; it was kind of amusing how shy he was about it. He had the boldness that one time when they were rehearsing but that boldness was fleeting.
Quinn was not, despite most people's beliefs, usually a girly girl. She had never played with Barbie, Polly Pockets, or Bratz. She never kept a diary and she never spent hours on end on her hair. But she did have soft spots. She loved the classics from her child. Yes, she loved the Backstreet Boys and No Secrets and classic animated Disney movies and she still loved these things. They were guilty pleasures.
Quinn was strong, but when she saw her dad with another woman, she melted. She found herself crumbling. She raised her eyes to Mr. Schue's and told him flatly that she didn't feel like participating in glee that day. Mr. Schue looked at her with sad eyes that made her heart flutter. Sam took hand, sending warmth shooting up in her. When Finn looked at her worriedly, she felt a smile creep up on her.
And then she felt dizzy from feeling all of these emotions at once. She walked out of the classroom, trying to decipher her feelings. That heat from Sam was usual since she loved Sam. He was like…her Prince Charming. But the smile from Finn's concern was old, she used to do that so much when she was with him. She shouldn't have feelings for him still, but she knew that part of her did still like him.
She'd always had the inkling of a crush on Mr. Schue, she was not an exception to his hordes of girl fans. She was just not obsessed or in love with him. But that fluttering heart was new. It scared her. It scared her a lot.
Quinn sat on the bleachers by the Cheerios field. She bit her lip and whispered softly, a confession of her heart:
"I love Sam Evans. I love Finn Hudson. I love Will Schuester," She stammered, feeling her dizziness fade with the admission.
"Shit," she said loudly, realized that loving three men completely crushed her secret dream of having a Disney Story.