Hey anyone taking the time to read this story. I hope you like it and any feedback is much appreciated. I am in college at the moment and I'm very busy trying to keep my grades up so updates won't be coming every day, but I am going to try and update once a week which should be really manageable. Besides I'm sure my girlfriend will keep me on track with posting and such. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and once again comments are very much appreciated :]
This is based on a true story. It is the story of how I, Quinn Fabray, fell in love with Rachel Berry. It was something I never expected. How could I? I have lived a life of rejection and have convinced myself for as long as I could remember that I would be doomed to live a lonely life with no one to love me. I have lived a false life trying to make everyone happy. My parents, my so called friends, Coach Sue… it was all about them and never about me. And while I might have seemed to be the HBIC to everyone, I was just a sad lonely girl stuck in the metaphorical closet... That's right. I like girls… and boys… but mostly girls. I am a bisexual Christian girl with extremely old fashioned and religious parents… And this is the story of how I fell in love with the girl that would completely change my world.
It all started out with Finn Hudson. He seemed like the perfect guy, if you can ignore the fact that he can be a man-child with anger issues. He was the captain of the football team and was the quarterback, and since I was the head cheerleader of the Cheerios it just made sense. At that moment I would have insisted that I had extremely strong feelings for him. He was a sweet guy I guess but he just wasn't the one, not even close. And no matter what I have him to thank for the happiness I have now.
We were at Sam's famous… or infamous Halloween Party, filled with scantily clad women, brainless jocks, and enough alcohol to fill the Great Lakes. Finn was being the great boyfriend that he was, and there is absolutely no sarcasm there… none at all. Anyways, he was too busy getting drunk with Sam to even pay attention to his girlfriend. And to make matters worse he had these two freshmen from the Cheerios hanging all over him, their life is gonna be hell come Monday practice.
I got fed up with Finn's stupidity so I decided to tell my best friends Santana and Brittany that I was going home, not that they noticed cause they were too busy eye fucking. I would bet all the money in the world on those two getting together and staying together, Santana is as whipped as one can be if only she stopped being scared and just make it official already. Granted, I don't have much room to talk. I digress.
So I went back into my empty house, my parents were off at work or a cruise or a business trip, I honestly have no idea and I stopped trying to keep track a long time ago. Once I decided to count how many times they made me feel worthless but I got too depressed after I hit the 30 mark within two weeks.
I retreated to my room, my fortress of solitude, the only place where I felt safe and felt like I didn't have to do anything for anyone other than myself. I turned on my laptop and decided to write a story. It's the only way I can get my thoughts out in a healthy manner that doesn't result in me blowing up completely… well at least not as bad. I must have spent so much time milling over every single word, trying to capture my emotions, trying to find solace within the words.
I was finally done and was fairly satisfied with my quick story. And on a whim I decided to post it on fanfiction since I had taken quite a liking to that site recently. I hated sharing my writing, fearing judgment on something that I saw as pure. Besides if i posted it and was torn down, I would lose my only escape... but I did it anyways. And it was the best decision of my life. I guess you could say that it was that story that created this one. It was that story that resulted in my happily ever after…