Author's note: I officially hate my computer. I had a whole chapter wrote, and then my computer crashed. I'm trying to type by memory and I'm going to try to make this one a lot better. And I have to clear up a couple of things. I know I've messed up a lot (grammatically speaking) especially with the abortion/adoption thing, but just assume its abortion, because that's what I mean. I'm also planning on writing another fan fic! It will be so much better than this (less errors, definitely). So, please read and review…

"Craig…" this time she inhaled it deeply. "What do you think…plastic is made of?"

She passed the joint to Craig as she leaned back.

"You know what…I don't know" he answered

It had seemed if had been staring at them both, the bag of Marijuana that is. Both of them had thought about the consequences, but decided to do it anyways. It took them both about three tries to roll one up, but they had done it. Now both of them were out-their-mind's-stoned…

"You know what, I would get in so much trouble if my mom ever seen me like this…"

"You would? Joey would probably send me off somewhere. Probably to live with Caitlin…or Tessa Campbenelli"

Quinn didn't have a clue who Tessa Campbenelli was, but she started laughing anyway

Slowly, the joint started fading. Both of them were disappointed. She crossed her arms and leaned back over the bathtub. She didn't realize that there wasn't a wall and she fell right in, knocking her head against the wall.

Craig jumped up suddenly. "Oh my god, Quinn are you, alright?"

Of course she was fine, but her reflexes were so slow that she didn't realize it until after she had let out an ear ringing scream.

"Mmm, Craig, your eyes are red"

He spoke back defensively. "Well, so are yours"

"I know"

"How do you know?"

"I want to go to a Photo booth Craig"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about the song, you know, Photo booth, Death Cab?"

"Oh. Okay. But where?"

"The mall of course, silly"

"Okay"

"Can you help me up, dearest Craig?"

The smoke was clearing out of the room. Slowly, both of them were coming back to reality. After all, it had been the first time they had gotten high. They didn't know what to expect.

He helped her up and now they were both standing.

"This is going to be fun, walking around Toronto in the wee hours of the night" she said excitedly

"I know. How much cash do you have?"

She took out the change in her pockets. She only had a dollar. "A dollar. You?"

Craig dug into his pockets and felt around. "I only have 10 bucks"

"Well, we could walk to my house and drive my car to the mall or something?"

"Okay. But where is your house from here?"

"About a half an hour away, I think?"

"Okay"

Quinn didn't know why she had suggested something so random like this. She thought it would be fun. She was probably going to stay home tomorrow, because it had to be at least 1 in the morning. They were both guaranteed a good time, because they were both which each other.

Both of them left the bathroom at the same time. When they exited, people started clapping and cheering. Craig bowed. She took a look around. There weren't as many people crowding the halls, but the noise was chaotic. She grabbed a hold of Craig's hand and led them through a series of people. Quinn almost tripped over a couple that looked to be rounding 1st base. She seen the stairs and dragged Craig towards that way, until someone stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Instantly, she knew who it was. It was Charlie

"Not this again"

Craig stepped in. He got right into his face. "Look man, she doesn't like you"

She could smell alcohol on his breath, even though she standing 2 feet away from him.

Charlie pushed him. "What is your problem faggot music boy?"

Quinn started going down the stairs but Charlie angrily pushed her against the wall. Everything went blank. She heard the faint sounds of sirens in the background.

She opened her eyes. Her head was pounding, and there were millions of people talking.

"Craig? Where are you?"

Suddenly, someone gracefully walked over towards her. She had golden brown skin, relaxed straight hair and her name tag read "Julia"

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey"

Her voice was very soothing. "What am I doing here?"

"Well, according to your file…" Julia picked it up and went on. "You have been in a coma for about 10 days"

"No way, then what's the date today?"

"October 15th"

"No way"

"Yes, honey"

"My birthday. I was going to have a big party, lots of people, lots of drugs, lots of beer…" Quinn closed her eyes and started drifting off

"Well, so much for that, huh?" Julia answered off in a distance.

"Mom, what are you going to do with her?"

"Well, according to those gentlemen that were at the party, they were smoking Marijuana and drinking alcohol"

"God, what a stupid idiot. How could she do that? First she gets raped, then pregnant, gets an abortion, does drugs and now she's in a coma. What a genius"

"All of the boys that she is with are always up to something bad…"

"Well, mom, I heard around school that Craig got some slut pregnant, and she had an abortion. He's into classic rock, and he has a band…"

"That explains it. Every kid thinks they have to do drugs? Why Quinn? She was so good when she was with Charlie. I mean, I found him in her bed. I should have stopped there. I mean, I imagine if he was in her bed, then she is sexually active with this Craig Manning"

"What are you going to do mom?"

Meredith Jacobson started tapping her fingers on the chair next to Quinn's bed.

"I think having her live with her father for the rest of this year would be a good idea"

"Yeah mom, that's a good idea"