Author notes: wow, I'm so incredibly sorry I haven't been able to update! It's just that when I first started, I was getting a lot of reads and no reviews so I was a bit frustrated, but then I checked and saw 3 reviews and it made me incredibly happy so I decided to go on with this story. Btw, if you're a bit confused, in chapter 1 Quinn is about to start her junior year in high school, and in chapter 2, it's a flashback during her sophomore year when she was pregnant. Anyways, enjoy!
[present day]
"Quinn, Wake up!" Judy Fabray hastily opened the door to find her daughter quietly sitting on her bed looking out the window. Quinn sighed, facing her mother.
"What is it?"
"Oh," Judy gasped. "I didn't know… I didn't hear you get up."
Quinn shrugged. "Yeah, I wake up a lot earlier than I used to. Habits."
"Well—I, uh, wanted to let you know your car's back from the shop. So do you-"
"I can drive myself to tryouts, thanks anyways though." Quinn forced a smile through the corners of her lips.
"Good Luck, Quinnie." Judy smiled, placing Quinn's fresh clean clothes onto the bed. Judy took one look at Quinn before leaving the room. "You grew up so fast." Judy left the room quickly after that, avoiding any comment that Quinn had.
Tap Tap Tap Quinn turned to face the window again, seeing a familiar face tapping away on her windowpane. Damon.
"Aren't you going to open this?" Damon's voice was muffled through the glass.
"Well, since you've already been invited in, why don't you open it yourself?" Quinn laughed, pretending to lock the window. Damon narrowed his eyes at her, opening the window at full force.
"Well, that wasn't very nice." Damon frowned.
"Damon! You've got mud all over yourself. How am I supposed to explain this to my mom?" Quinn said angrily.
"Relax, Relax. Just tell her…" Damon shook his head. "Yeah, I got nothing."
"Ugh. Can you just wait outside or something? I have to get dressed. Cheerios tryouts are today." Quinn pouted.
"Rah rah, go team, yeah!" Damon lifted his fist into the air, smiling. Quinn on the other hand, was not amused.
"Just leave, please. Before my mom comes back."
"Quinn, are you alright in there?" said Judy, while knocking on the door quietly.
"Yeah, mom, I'm alright!" Quinn tried to push Damon back towards the window, but when she looked he was nowhere to be found.
"Quinn who are you-" Judy opened the door halfway to find Quinn finishing up a phonecall. "Oh. Who was it?"
"Damon." Quinn quickly stood up, trying to hide the mud tracks.
"Oh, nice seeing him in town, isn't it? I should invite him over for dinner."
"No!"
"What? I thought you two were friends." Judy crossed her arms.
"I mean—Yes, we are friends. But does he really have to come over for dinner?"
"Did you already make plans without asking me?" Judy sighed.
"Well I just made plans. On the phone. With Damon." Quinn gulped.
"Cancel those plans, invite him over. That's final." Judy quietly shut the door.
Quinn looked down at her phone again, reading the new text message she had just received. "Dinner sounds fun." Quinn sighed. "Great."
-x-x-
Quinn stared at her reflection. "This year is going to be different." Quinn repeated it to herself twice, then finally made her way down the stairs.
"Aw, my precious Quinnie." Judy held her hand against her chest, smiling at her daughter.
"Mom, it's not like I'm starting kindergarten." Quinn blushed.
"I'm just so happy!" Judy ran over to Quinn, giving her a giant hug.
"Mom. like i said, it's not kindergarten!"
Judy sighed, letting go of her daughter.
"Drive safe."
Quinn scoffed. "Oh, please. nothing bad ever happens in Lima."
Ding Dong Judy made her way towards the door, but Quinn had beat her to it.
"Damon. How lovely! Come on in," Damon stepped into the house, winking at Quinn and flashed Judy a brief smile.
"So, Damon, since you're in town, how would you like to join us for dinner?" Judy said eagerly.
"I'd love to.. but..."
"Don't be silly, Damon. I talked to Quinn, you two simply must have dinner here."
Damon smiled. "Well, if you insist."
"Well, if you guys don't mine I'd better get going." Quinn walked outside the doorway, walking towards her red car parked out front.
"Quinn, wait! Why don't I drive you?" shouted Damon.
"Uhm. Sure!" Quinn threw her duffelbag into the back of Damon's convertable.
"Teenagers. She'll let you drive her, but not me." Judy sighed.
"Just give it some time, Judy. I'll see you tonight!" DAmon slipped on his sunglasses, closing the door behind him as he left the Fabray residence.
"Ready to rock?" asked Damon, as he slid comfortably into the drivers' seat of his car. Quinn smiled and nodded.
"Just drive."
-x-x-
"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Santana shook her head as she watched Quinn get out of Damon's car.
"I thought you said he was bad news?" Santana cocked her head.
"What?"
"Don't play stupid. Do you not remember?"
"Of course I remember. It's just that I've been hanging out and—"
"You've been hanging out with him and you didn't tell me?"
Quinn stepped back a few steps. She knew Santana was angry.
"Well to be honest since when have you been a friend lately?" Quinn rolled her eyes, and pushed past Santana. She didn't need her.
"Q, Santana, Hurry your asses over here!" Sue yelled through the megaphone, making her voice 5 times as louder and 5 times as worse.
"Since Principal Figgins has been cutting off some of our cheerios funding, today we have to hold tryouts the same day as our lousy football team. Now everybody, line up!" All the girls immediately lined up in front of Sue, just as she had asked.
"You," Sue pointed at an awkward freshman. "Out." The girl ran out of the field in tears. After Sue had booted the people she didn't like after judging them by appearance, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, and most of last year's girls were left.
"Since Principal Figgins says I should hold annual tryouts, I'm sure most of you know by now that I only pretend to hold them so we can keep getting our funds."
Sue set her megaphone on the ground, and folded her arms. "I expect each and every one of you to be here by 6:00 am sharp for practice. If you think that's hard, try getting laughed at in slow motion. That was hard."
"Coach Sylvester." Brittany muttered.
"What, Brittany?"
"What time is 6:00 am sharp?"
Santana nudged Brittany "Just be here by 6:00 in the morning, okay Britt?" Santana whispered.
-x-x-
"Hey asshole! Do you mind moving your car? That's my spot." Noah Puckerman yelled out from his beat up car, glaring at the punk on the convertible.
"Oh, last time I checked this wasn't anyone's 'spot'" Damon snickered.
"Just move your car."
"Or what?"
"I'll beat your ass." Yelled Puck.
"I'd like to see you try." Damon sneered.
"Who do you think you are, anyways?"
"I'm Damon Salvatore." Damon slammed his car door, and approached Puck's car.
"Hey. You're the guy who bought me a beer!" Puck laughed.
"Wait. You're Noah?"
"It's Puck, actually." Puck raised his eyebrow. "So, Finn tells me you're dating Quinn."
"I don't see how that's any of your business."
"I just don't want to see her get hurt, that's all."
"Says the guy who knocked her up." Damon laughed cruelly in Puck's face.
"How old are you, anyways?" Puck angrily rolled up his window, and stepped on the gas. "Jerk."
-x-x-
"So how were tryouts?" Damon tried his best to sound interested, but today, it wasn't very convincing.
"I'm on the team, obviously." Quinn proudly held up her cheerios uniform.
"Those skirts are 'crunchy toast."
Quinn sighed. "Puck used to say that."
"Oh, yeah. About Puck. I met him today. Again."
"Oh, really?" Quinn's voice perked up. "What'd you say?"
"He said Finn told him we were dating."
"Well, go on, what'd you say back?" Quinn said eagerly.
"I told him it wasn't any of his business. I actually think he got jealous." Damon remarked.
"Really…." Quinn cleared her throat. "Anyways, Santana seemed to be a bit jealous of me hanging out with you. Since I told her you were bad news and all."
Damon smiled. "Well, like I said at dinner. You just want me all to yourself."
"Do not."
"You so do."
"I do not!" Quinn laughed.
"Wait a second." Damon rolled up his window. "Did you hear that?"
"Of course I didn't hear it, I'm a normal person." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Nevermind then. What are we doing now?"
"We are not doing anything. I have to practice my song for glee auditions."
"Who said I couldn't sing?"
"Um. Stefan said so?"
"Don't believe what Stefan says. You know he always tells you not to believe me."
"How can I believe any of you if you guys keep saying the same thing?" Quinn sighed. Those darn Salvatore brothers.
"I'll prove it to you."
"I'd love to see you try."
-x-x-
Dear Diary, [Quinn's Entry]
Okay. Wow. So Damon really wasn't lying when he said he could sing. I'm impressed, but not that impressed. All I can think about is which if the Salvatore brothers I can trust completely. But giving the circumstances, I'd say Damon. I can't believe I'm saying this, well, writing this, but I'm glad he's here. Now all I have to worry about is when he's going to leave. Maybe I should take my aunt's offer on moving in with her. Mystic Falls. Doesn't sound so bad. To think about it, there really isn't much left for me here. Lima, Ohio became another empty place. Day by day it's the same. I see a familiar face. They ask me how I'm doing. What I think about my dad since he cheated on my mom. If I've seen Beth, or had any contact with Shelby. Sometimes, I just wish people minded their own business. Then, there's Finn. The boy who I foolishly thought I was in love with. Not to mention, Puck. I honestly don't know if anything would ever be the same. I don't know how I can deal with ignoring Rachel & Finn's romance. Or Puck being with any girl he wants. I guess what I'm really trying to say is.. the thing, or person I trust the most doesn't live in Lima.
Another Note: Sorry if i don't update too fast, usually i try my best, but i want these chapters to be sort of long! also, i start school in a week so i'll probably try to update this 2 times a week, or once. Depends if i get writer's block. (which really sucks, to be honest.) anyways, i hope you liked this chapter (: