Quinn Fabray was always encouraged by her parents to give something away.
They always told her she had more than enough in her life and that somebody out there needed her dolls or her old clothes or her bike more than she did. The Fabray's weren't particularly good Christians but they honestly tried their best, so they always tried to give away what they could to those who needed it.
Quinn was constantly giving things up.
When she was six she gave up her favourite Barbie to a homeless child.
When she was eleven she gave up her first kiss to Mike Chang, because she knew if she didn't do it he would be ridiculed by Puck for the rest of his life.
When she was fourteen she gave up her identity to become a cheerleader because it would make her parents proud.
When she was fifteen she gave up her baby because it deserved someone better than her.
She was so sick of giving things up.
During one particularly cold night at the Fabray house she stands in her living room and watcher her mother. He mother was just like her, the good beautiful Christian woman. Judy Fabray was the perfect trophy wife, the perfect loving mother and the perfect Christian volunteer.
Every Saturday her mother went down to the homeless shelter in Caramel and helped the poor. When she asked her mother why she gave up a day of her life every week to help a bunch of dirty strangers her mother had simply told her that it was what Christians did.
Her mother had given up everything. She gave up her college education to raise her daughter. She had given up her pride when her husband insulted her. She had given up her daughter when her husband had kicked Quinn out and now she had given up her marriage for her daughter.
Quinn watched her mother pour a glass of gin and swallow a Valium.
She realized that she was staring into her future. She saw herself 25 years from now, alone and drunk downing sleeping pills because she had given away everything in her life.
She turned around and walked to her kitchen. She didn't want this; she couldn't end up like her sad lonely mother. She wouldn't.
Quinn looked down at her kitchen counter and saw her mother's collection of stainless steel knives. She picked up a large curved one and admired the pretty shiny blade.
She knew Tina sometimes indulged in a little self mutilation and she knew that Matt had tiny burns all over his body. If they could do it so could she.
She pressed the pretty knife into her palm and flinched at the sting. A drop of blood ran down her fingers and she wondered why the hell anybody would do this for fun. She sighed and dropped the knife, if she wanted to die this was definitely not the way.
She walked to the sink and washed the blood off her hand. There next to the paper towels sat a box of rat poison. Poison was always how the romantic heroines died, with a touch of arsenic.
She picked up the box and poured the contents into a pot of tomato soup and stirred.
Five minutes later she was in her bedroom with a bowl of soup a glass of water and a Valium. She swallowed the pill; after all there was no point in being awake for your own death.
She picked up her spoon and dipped it in her rat poison soup.
"Quinin baby! Come down stairs, I've brought the first season of seven heaven"
Quinn sighed and dropped her bowl of soup onto her desk.
She was going to give her life to her mother.
A/N – Holy shit Quinn was hard! Geez I hate writing her, I just cannot connect with the character. So there you have it, I'm not sure if I like it but it's the best I could do so let me know what you think of this chapter.
Alright next up we have Greed.
