So, Hello!….I got a new idea, thought I'd post it, not sure how it is but…
Happy reading!
It was summer, the summer before senior year, Quinn was laying on her bed with a sketch book on her lap as she drew a picture of a rose…not many people know this about her but the rose is her favorite flower. It is a common favorite among the people, but to her it's just beautiful (she loves the black ones the most).
So, she sat there drawing the flower, it was nine p.m. and she had no friends, well not really anyway…so she was drawing a flower. Drawing was better than thinking about what she had at one point in time, and what she had lost at another point in time.
Finn: She had him, she lost him, she had him, she lost him…she had come to the conclusion that she will never have him again (why would she ever want him)? Okay, so maybe she did want him back, but she was getting over him. Slowly.
Puck: She had him, she had his baby, she lost him…the conclusion she made about him was: he was better off with Lauren.
Sam: She had him, he was amazing, she lost him…conclusion: she was a loser, a complete and total fool, a stupid, stupid girl, someone who never deserved him…and she would never get him back.
Brittany: They used to be close, they stopped talking, and maybe now they were rekindling their friendship. The conclusion: Quinn now loved ducks!
Mercedes: She hated her, she was best friends with her, she stopped talking to her. And the conclusion: Quinn didn't really know what happened between them.
Artie: He was a good guy in a wheelchair so she never hurt him, they sung a duet together and she got to know him, and now they were what? Acquaintances?…Conclusion: she really should talk to him more often.
Rachel: Well, she's not really sure about her, she hated her, she liked her, she considered her an ally, she considered her an enemy, then they were frenimies, and then they were enemies, now they're…undefined?
Kurt: What the hell? That's all there is to it. She never hated him, she never talked to him…then they became friends…then they stopped talking. Conclusion drawn: What the hell?
Mr. Schuester: Well she could assume she could call him a friend. Yeah, he was her teacher, and no they never talked about anything other than Glee or Spanish, however, she still figured she could call him a friend.
Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell: What was she now that her husband left? Pillsbury again?…Quinn could only call her a counselor…and she came to the conclusion of: she was really proud of the fact that she was getting help with her OCD.
Tina: Well they never talked…conclusion: They never talked.
Mike: They were kind of friends before the Glee thing…however they stopped talking so much after she and Finn broke up the first time, and they never really started again…conclusion: Mike still had awesome abs.
Lauren: Bitch, that's what she thought of first…however she eased up on her and now they sorta talked…and Quinn thought that maybe they were…just teammates.
Matt: Why the hell did he transfer? And where the hell did he go? He never even talked to her or anyone for that matter on facebook anymore. The conclusion she drew about him: he must have moved on to better things…that or he dropped off the face of the Earth.
Santana: best friends, enemies, friends, enemies, friends, enemies, friends, enemies, best friends. That's what Santana was to her now: her best friend.
The other things she normally thought about was her family: her dad being the loser he was, her sister off in whatever state she was living now being totally awesome with her husband and their year old daughter. Her mother, doing something, their relationship had gotten a little better…but not really. No.
However the thing she thought about most, was the fact that her family had a yearly Fabray family reunion in a different state, and this year it was in San Francisco California. The reunion always lasted three weeks, and this year; Quinn wasn't invited. Yeah, that son of a bitch father of hers didn't allow her to go, she was no longer part of the Fabray family…so she was stuck at home. Her mother however, thought that it was okay to go…thought it would look good, so Quinn was stuck in lame-ass Lima, Ohio for three weeks. As Always.
So she was drawing a flower, trying to keep her mind off of her miserable life…and just trying to be herself, the person she was before any of the stupid things happened, before she ever moved here…back when she wasn't pretty, or awesome, or fun, or Quinn…back when she was just a normal loser like everyone else.
Her cell-phone rang at ten-thirty. She set her sketch book down along with the pencil and walked over to her phone. After she flipped it open and read that it said text message, so she opened it up and read what was inside.
Beautiful. That's what I think every time I see you.
Quinn looked for the name but it wasn't there. She then looked at the number and realized it was blocked. She shook her head before looking around her room. Of course she then realized that she was in her room and there was no way that there was anyone else in there with her. However, she checked under her bed, under her desk, and in her closet; just to make sure.
Who is this?
-Q
She stood at the desk and waited for the sender to return a message. Ten minutes later was when the phone rung again.
Someone who is always thinking of you.
And again there was no name. Now of course she could change her phone settings and block the caller, however she really, really wanted to know who it was. So instead she ignored it and set the phone back down…she wouldn't text them back until she knew who it was. She walked to the bathroom and got ready for bed before walking back to her room turning her light off and going to sleep.
The next morning Quinn got up at 6:00, she changed into her gray sports-bra and pair of black boy shorts that she had stolen from Puck when she had lived with him. Then she put on her cheerleading tennis shoes and headed downstairs to begin her morning jog. She figured that even though she wasn't on the cheerleading squad, she still had to maintain her perfect shape (she didn't want to get fat).
She grabbed her house key and made her way out the door before locking it. Then she put her house key which was on a chain as a bracelet on her wrist and walked down the porch stairs.
Then she ran, down the street.
About thirty minutes into her run she stopped at the park and sat down on one of the benches. So she wasn't in perfect shape, but she was close enough.
Ten minutes is how long she sat there looking off to the round lake that was centered in the park. "Quinn?"
She looked around to find who the voice belonged to. She rolled her eyes, it was Rachel. "Hey." She said quietly.
The brunette took that as invitation to sit. So she took a seat beside the other girl, "what are you doing?" she asked.
Quinn glanced around, "I'm driving a car to Maine."
Rachel looked at her with confusion, "what?"
Quinn rolled her eyes again, "I'm sitting on a bench, what does it look like I'm doing?" She snapped.
Rachel couldn't help but flinch, "sorry."
Quinn shrugged, "whatever." She looked at Rachel who was currently staring at her. Her face was full of concern. "What?"
Rachel sighed heavily, "well, I heard your mom went on a vacation with the rest of your family."
Right, just rub it in why don't you, Quinn thought, "And?"
"Well, I just…I wanted to know if you were alright?"
"I'm fine." The blonde shook her head, "not that you should care."
"I care about you, Quinn." Rachel shook her head, "look, we may not be friends, and you may not like me…for reasons that I'm still unsure of. However, you being my teammate means that I should care for you somewhat, and even though you don't consider me one, I am your friend. And you'll always have me to confide in if need be."
Quinn didn't know what to say. So she did what she thought was the right thing to do. She stood up and ran away.
Rachel sat there confused and wondering if she had said too much.
Quinn ran for another hour before arriving home again. She unlocked her door and ran up the stairs to her room. Next she grabbed a set of clothes to wear after she finished her shower. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water.
After showering and changing, Quinn straightened her hair and walked to her room. She looked at the phone setting on the desk and walked over to retrieve the device. She then opened her phone and read: 5 new texts. She then continued to read them.
Hello, hello…I know it's been a real long time since we chatted…but my mom wants you to come to dinner tonight. Would you like to?
-Mercedes
Woke up this morning and fed a duck! What'd you do, Q?
-Britt
Hey that rhymed!
-Britt
So…tickets to a monster truck convention, or hanging out with my best friend?…Please, tell me you're free, bitch!
-San
I woke up and the sun was shining, even if it was raining I'd still be smiling. Cause I think about you all the time, every day rain or shine!
Quinn couldn't help but smile at each text, Mercedes' was unexpected, Britt's were hilarious, Santana's was…well, Santana. And the mystery one was just sweet.
She then texted them all back.
Hey, I'd love to come for dinner…it's been kind of lonely without my mom around…besides that, anything your mom makes would be way better than another TV dinner.
-Q
Hey as always you're absolutely adorable…I didn't feed any ducks, however I did jog!
-Q
San, I'm free…however you're constantly calling me a bitch so I'm not sure I wanna hang with you, :P
-Q
And whoever you are that was really sweet, thank you.
-Q
She slipped her phone into the pocket of her pants and walked down the stairs to her living room. Then she walked into her kitchen and began to make herself some breakfast. However, the sound of the doorbell stopped her. She set the eggs that she was about to cook on the island in the kitchen and walked over to the door.
It was Santana, "got your text, glad you're free." She pushed her way inside.
Quinn shut her door and followed the Latina into the kitchen, "Santana, I'd be just delighted if you came inside." She told the girl sarcastically.
Santana walked into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools at the island, "Oh, why thank you, Quinnie." She winked toward her friend.
Quinn then continued on making her breakfast, "you hungry?" She asked her friend. Santana however just shook her head, "already ate." Quinn nodded before she turned to her stove and started cooking her bacon, "I hate substitute bacon," she muttered. As she put the turkey bacon in the pan. Sure turkey bacon tasted okay, it wasn't like it didn't taste good, it wasn't like it was poisonous or anything, she just preferred regular bacon over turkey bacon.
"What was that?" Santana asked.
Quinn looked over her shoulder, "oh, nothing." She then put another pan on one of the other three burners and began to cook her eggs (She was not a fan of food touching).
"So, not that I mind or anything, but I thought you liked monster trucks." Quinn said before she turned around to face her friend.
Santana shrugged, "I love monster trucks, especially if they crash into one another and crush little cars," She paused to look at the questioning glance the blonde was shooting her. She sighed, "however, I don't feel like watching them with my father. He's a doctor, and the whole entire time he mentions all the safety percaustions and what they should and should not be doing...and it's just something I can't do."
Quinn nodded, "alright."
"So, how are you?"
Quinn was now facing her eggs and flipping them over in the pan while she also checked her bacon, "I'm fine, why wouldn't I be fine?"
Santana shrugged though the blonde still wasn't looking at her, "I just thought that...you know since your mom practically abandoned you for a few weeks to go on vacation with the guy who wants nothing to do with you...I thought that maybe you know, you were feeling a little...neglected."
The blonde turned around to face her again, "yeah, I do...but she didn't abandon me, San."
Santana shrugged, "she didn't."
Quinn shook her head, "no, she's coming back." His phone rang again and she pulled it out of her pocket. It was another text.
Come by at six-thirty...mom's excited...as am I!
-Mercedes
Quinn nodded before she continued to cook.
"Who was that?" Santana asked.
Quinn shrugged, "Mercedes."
"What'd Aretha want?" The raven haired girl asked.
Quinn put a few pieces of the finished bacon on the plate she had gotten out before Santana had come over, "she invited me to dinner."
"Why?"
"Her mom wants me to come over."
"Why?"
"I don't know, because we haven't seen eachother in a while?"
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
Quinn turned around, "would you stop asking why!"
Santana smirked, "Why?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and threw a piece of bacon at the other girl, "shut up!"
Santana picked up the bacon that had fallen on the island and ate it before sayin, "so what's up with you today?" She asked.
Quinn finished her cooking and shut the stove off before she sat across from Santana and began to eat her breakfast, "nothing's up really. I'm just doing what I do."
"Cool." Santana reached across and crabbed a few other pieces of the bacon.
"I thought you weren't hungry." The blonde stated.
Santana shrugged, "I'm not...but it's there."
Quinn rolled her eyes before sighing, "some stranger has been texting me."
"Stranger?" The Latina questioned.
Quinn nodded, "yeah, it's an un-listed number and an unknown person...they won't tell me who they are."
Santana nodded also, "okay, so why don't you just block the number."
"I don't want to," Quinn said before eating a bite of her eggs.
"Why?"
Quinn glared at her, "what did I say about the 'why' thing?"
Santana shrugged, "I'm sorry, but why is kind of the appropriate question at this time."
Quinn ate another bite, "whoever it is, is like really sweet." Her phone rang again and she pulled it out of her pocket to read the new text.
Ew! Jogging is totally not fun...you really should have picked the duck!
-Britt
It was now five o'clock and Quinn had a list of new texts from the mystery person, Santana was currently reading them all as Quinn was in the bathroom.
No matter where I go, I'm reminded of you...everywhere I see, you're right in front of me. Beautiful is who you are, and no matter if you're near or far, you'll always be my love.
Take a moment to think about a rhyme, though this isn't one just know that I still care...maybe if you close your eyes. Dream of love, and I'll be there.
Okay, so it did rhyme...LOL
Santana was seriously laughing, these were so sickly sweet they made her feel nautious. Who the hell was this person. It better be a dude.
Quinn came back down the stairs dressed in a nice black skirt and a dress shirt with a vest. She walked over to the couch that the Latina was sitting on, "what are you doing?" She pointed to her phone.
Santana looked up and flipped the phone shut, "I was uh-playing that brick game or whatever it was."
Quinn nodded, "oh."
"Why do you look so hot?"
Quinn looked at her confused, "what?"
Santana shook her head and stood up, "not that you don't always look hot."
"What?" The blonde repeated.
Santana shook her head again, and she could definitley feel a blush coming on, "come on Q, it's not like you didn't know."
Quinn shook her head, "no what?"
"You're hot!"
"Stop saying that."
The Latina nodded, "it is true, however...it's not really what I meant. What I meant was, uh...why are you so dressed up?"
Quinn shrugged, "I told you I was going to Mercedes' for dinner."
Santana nodded again, "so, that's why you are dressed up?"
"Yes," It was drawn out.
"But why?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm going to be a guest at someone's house San, I don't want to go there dressed badly."
So, I'm gonna stop it there! I plan on this being a 3 or 4 shot!
...but only if people are intrested
Thanks for reading...
...so please, please review...
