Throughout Quinn's few weeks at the hospital recovering, she got visits from strangers who's faces showed that they knew her. In one visit, she met ex number 3. He had a wide mouth with very thick lips and blonde hair that hung over his eyes. He smiled crookedly as he walked in with a dark and plump girl. She was gorgeous as was the smile she flashed at Quinn. A short brunette followed behind the two of them, looking over their shoulders as they all shuffled in.
"How are you feeling Quinn?" There was a softness in the boys eyes that she immediately read as a struggling love for her. And she could tell it was fading. His eyes flashed to the dark girl as she began to speak.
"We can't believe you lost your memory," the dark girl said, speaking as if she was talking about more than the three of them. Ever since the visit from the Puck and Finn, only a handsome teacher had visited so far. He had patiently told her about the glee club, and she still didn't feel like the things he had spoken about had ever happened to her. Now there were these three, and she got a vibe that the two girls had lived through a roughness from her.
"Finn can't stop speaking about it," the brunette said, laughing awkwardly as jealousy filled her eyes. Quinn had two thoughts run through her head. One, she couldn't believe how well she could analyze all of these visitors, maybe it was an imprint of her forgotten memories… Two, she couldn't believe the drama and emotions she had produced.
"Finn is the tall one, right?" Quinn asked them timidly. She fiddled with her ring finger, looking at the blonde boy, feeling as if something was missing on her finger. She smiled at the short brunette. "Do you like him?"
The brunette froze and then laughed awkwardly again. "No, no way. We did that already, Finn and I, and it's over." She shrugged as if it was the simplest, most mutual break up she had ever had. Quinn saw the lovesick girl shine through the brunette's brown eyes.
"Sure, Rachel," was all the dark girl said, laughing. And then she added, "You're little anno-I mean uh…well you're monologues before you sing love songs in glee club totally tell us you're over him."
Quinn got a flash of another memory;
Her head was laying on the blonde boys chest. She knew it was him. The brunette was talking fast, looking dead on at Finn, and Quinn was rolling her eyes. She couldn't hear what the girl was talking about, maybe she was tuning her out. All she really saw in that memory was her finger, heavy with a promise ring, as the blonde boy fiddled with it and her fingers. It slowly faded away.
Quinn's eyes flashed to him. A promise ring? If he had given her a promise ring, she would never have broken that heart. She hoped she had had a pretty good reason. Looking at the two girls and their forced smiles, she hoped she had a pretty good reason for being such a…well, you know.
She felt a strong emotion sweep over her as she looked at the brunette, Rachel, or whatever her name was. Her face twisted with confusion then anger. And then jealousy.
"It was you! It was your fault! He…you!" she yelled at the terrified girl. "IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
The other two looked so confused as they shuffled the crying and confused Rachel out. They sent Quinn a look as they shook their heads and shut the door. She could hear the dark girl talking outside, through the door.
"I guess we can't start anew," she said. "Quinn will always be Quinn."
What does that even mean? She thought in a huff. She folded her arms and looked out the window. Her face twisted with anger and then a sadness filled her and tears streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed softly. Not for the sadness, but for the confusion and not knowing and not remembering why she was so sad…
I hope this chapter was alright. I was leaning towards nice Quinn for a while there but decided to get her witchy side out a bit. Kind of a crazy witchy side though, right? This will get moving a bit more later. Hope you enjoyed it!
P.S. Sorry they are so short. I'm working on getting used to the transferring to fanfiction and getting a third of what it looks like on Word. Haha. xx
xx,
Lindsey
