Happy Holidays everyone! Just because it's Christmas Eve, I'm updating this once more. (: Consider it my little holiday present from me to you. I may not be updating this for awhile because I'm working on several other fics and I'm also going to be out of town, so I made this longer than normal to make up for it. Also, special thanks and shout out to Miss Bree-tea for reviewing every drabble I have ever written. You are awesome, and this is totally dedicated to you. Enjoy this "Quinn Christmas Special."

A Quinn Christmas Special

Age two. She watched a swirl of fluffy crystals dance outside the window, tiptoeing through the silver sky with ease and grace. Large, pretty green eyes tracked each floating snowflake, following them with intense curiosity. Her pink lips would part momentarily when her eyes caught something surprising, like a soaring dove blending against the whirling white background. Quinn grabbed the edge of the table to keep her balance steady, her legs slightly wobbly from inconsistent use. She rubbed her rosy cheeks and pushed the blond ringlets off of her face, wrinkling her velvet dress in the process. The distant voice of her mother beckoned for her in the background, but Quinn did not budge. She watched the snowy sparkles simmer across the sky, completely enchanted by the blanket of powder covering her world.

Age five. A teddy bear strapped tightly in her arms, Quinn stifled a yawn as she slumped further into the couch. Her body was gradually slipping from its previous upright stance, and her nightgown crumpled as she slowly drifted into a curled position. She began fighting her closing eyelids, but it was almost ten o'clock and she had been awake early to attend Christmas Eve mass. Her mother and father spoke quietly in the kitchen, glancing at their youngest daughter from time to time. They gave each other looks of amusement before carrying on their whispers, and their eldest daughter hastily set out a plate of cookies and milk before retreating to prepare for bed; it wouldn't be long before they all ascended upstairs to sleep.

All but Quinn.

Every year, she had managed to miss the elusive Santa Claus from clamoring down her chimney. Not that she actually believed in the old myth or anything (only babies believed in that sort of thing), but she did believe in Saint Nicholas. Her parents had told her that St. Nick was an actual person, and no matter what, she had to believe in him. Either way, Quinn was positive that this whole Santa Claus business was a total fabrication of a holy figure, and she wasn't very happy about it. And if the fat old man was real, well, Quinn had decided long beforehand that she would wait up for him and confront the guy about this epic case of identity theft. She was really prepared to give him a piece of her mind, but as the clock ticked further into the night, her consciousness drifted away as her mind launched dreams about Frosty the Snowman and the Spice Girls. Her teddy bear fell from her hands as sleep overcame her small frame, but by midnight, her father had picked up has sleeping baby girl and placed her silently into the depths of her room upstairs. Quinn woke up the next morning with a soiled plan, but her new deluxe doll house had taken her mind off her holiday scheming.

Age six. Her father and mother handed over a pretty red box, a delicate silver bow binded at the top. Quinn beamed as she took it from her parents hands, working her way through the tasteful wrapping paper. Finally, she carefully opened the box, gasping as her eyes narrowed in on the sole object. A beautiful silver cross laid in the middle, glimmering in fragile perfection. "I love it," she declared instantly, and her father grinned as he attached the legendary necklace around her neck.

Age nine. "That's so not fair!" Quinn screeched.

Her sister sighed, rolling her eyes at the overuse of dramatics. "Well, life's not fair."

"Well, you sinned."

"How is that even sinning?"

"You stole my idea! I was going to buy mom those earrings for Christmas!"

"Ugh, Quinn, just make her a card or a bead bracelet or something. She'll think it's cute."

Quinn couldn't roll off the smugness in her sister's voice. "I hope God will make you fat as a punishment," she retorted sharply before walking out her sister's room. And if God wasn't going to do it, it wouldn't be exactly hard to dump a few extra pounds of sugar in her sister's peppermint hot chocolate. Quinn smiled deviously; the Christmas spirit was quite present in the Fabray household that night as Quinn looked alarming serene while assembling her gingerbread house.

"What's with you?" her sister snorted, half-watching "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" from the couch.

"Don't worry about it," she chirped calmly. Her sister rolled her eyes and returned to the movie as Quinn's smile grew wider. Sure, fattening up a cup of cocoa was one thing, but switching the tags of her sister's Christmas present was far more appetizing. It would be a jolly Christmas indeed.

Age twelve. "This is so crappy," Noah Puckerman muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You take that back," Quinn returned, writing a couple of notes in her light blue notebook.

"I don't want to be some dweeb named Joesph."

"Joesph was not a dweeb! And actually, he's called Saint Joesph now."

"He sounds like a big fruit."

Quinn let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her face into her hands. "Mrs. Spencer said our group had to do a project on holiday traditions, and I think we should do the nativity scene."

"But I'm Jewish."

"Rachel's group is already doing a musical number about lighting the menorah," Matt Rutherford interrupted.

"See? And no other group is doing a nativity scene yet. We have to do it. It's a classic."

Noah frowned. "Fine, but I want a sword."

"Are you an idiot?" Quinn cried out. "Joesph didn't carry a sword. He had a staff." She rolled her eyes. "Duh."

"I want to be a sheep," Brittney smiled.

"You can't be a sheep, Brittney. I already told you you're going to be the angel. Can't you listen to directions at all?"

"And who are you going to be?" Noah interjected suddenly.

"The Virgin Mary."

He smirked, leaning against the side of her desk. "How fitting." His smile quickly widened. "Hey, that means you and me are having a baby."

"It's the Virgin Mary, Noah. Joesph had nothing to do with it."

Age fourteen. She stepped in the front of the church, her white dress radiating against the wooden backdrop. The rest of the children's choir stood behind her in the classic red and green attire, but Quinn was the soloist. Like everything in life, she was entitled to opportunities far beyond the average bystander.

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

The choir filled in, but Quinn would always be the star.

Age sixteen. Quinn sighed, a puff of cold air escaping from her lips. As she adjusted her gloves, she pulled down on her lavender beret to better cover her ears, the relentless cold attacking her from all edges. She felt the backwash of slush splash onto her boots, but Quinn ignored the biting chill and pushed her way down the frosty sidewalk. She could hear scattered laughter coming from the insides of cozy households, and she would occasionally let herself peak inside, only to turn her face away immediately. She felt a light tinge of shame for invading on a private family moment, and she continued her way down the street trying to refrain from incidental glances.

But it's hard not wanting what you don't have.

She rounded the corner, tightening the coat over her chest. There was a noticeable bump protruding around her stomach area, clumping and forcing the fabric over her abdomen. It was actually a gift from Kurt (plus his previously suggested spanx and a double knit camisole). She hadn't expected anyone to even give her Christmas present, let alone Kurt Hummel. She didn't even have any money to return the favor, but he waved it off saying, "You wouldn't let me make you over the first time. Think of this as collateral fun."

And it wasn't just Kurt, either. Other members of glee club had been surprisingly generous as well. Tina and Artie had gotten her an assortment of hair clips ("We noticed you liked to wear them a lot"). Mercedes had gotten her a bright neon shirt that said "Baby Mama" ("You wear too much white, pink, and yellow... Girl, you need to add a bit more color to your wardrobe!"). Brittney had given her a stuffed baby duck ("I like ducks"), and Rachel had shockingly handed her a Wicked soundtrack ("Naturally, my voice is more suited for Elphaba, and as I was evaluating who would be most fitted for Glinda, I was just as surprised that it happened to be you. You may find 'Popular' appealing... though slightly ironic, but focus on the duet 'For Good.' I've already informed Mr. Schuester this is a prime choice for regionals and.....") It was a strange presentation, and Quinn had yet listen to the songs, but she hadn't completely ruled out the proposition. However, it wasn't too much of a surprise that Finn had not gotten her anything, and while it stung, she found a curious package of diapers addressed to her in the choir room. She didn't make a fuss over it, and if the gift wasn't astounding enough, it was even more curious that both Finn and Puck looked suspicious as the culprits. Quinn would never find out who actually gave the gift, but she found herself frivolously pleased either way.

Pushing past a sleet of icy terrain, Quinn finally made it in front of her destination. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a large Manila envelope and folded out the crinkles. With another sigh, she opened the mailbox and placed the envelope inside, shutting it close with a feign of anxiety. She stared at it for a few moments, and she figured there were two possible outcomes: guilt or fury. But like the package of diapers, she seemed satisfied with both possibilities as she walked away, a group of snowflakes brushing her cheeks.

At least her parents would acknowledge through the enveloped sonogram that their granddaughter did exist.

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

I would love some feedback if you have the time. :) Happy Holidays to you all!