I don't own Glee, I just love it a lot!
A/N: Quinn's having a rough time, but I promise a happy ending is in store for her!
Sometimes, Quinn thinks she knows why her mom drinks. It would be so easy to take a few shots of something and wash the pain away. She thinks its unfair that she is making sure her mom's mortgage gets paid, that they have food and a car, she's finishing school and working, but she's not even old enough to buy the alcohol that's causing this disaster.
She's been home for a year now. It feels like a million. She's begged and pleaded with her mom to get it together. She's yelled and screamed, hidden bottles, threatened to just let her die. But she remembers what it felt like, after the truth came out about Puck and the baby, when everyone abandoned her and she just cant do it.
She's been promoted to a loan officer at the bank. She works all day and takes finance courses at night and on the weekends. She'll be done with school soon and she actually enjoys the bank, so she's decided to make it a career. She doesn't have a spare second to herself most of the time and she kind of likes it that way. If she had too much free time, she might actually have to think about her life.
She sees people from school sometimes. Santana drops off the deposits from her dad's doctor's office, she's a receptionist there, and they make small talk, but they aren't really friends. Finn's mom tells her that he's moved to New York to teach and be closer to Rachel, and she's surprised that she feels genuinely happy for him. She helps Puck get a loan to start a landscaping business. Life is going on for everyone but her it seems.
One day, she goes home for lunch on a whim. The house feels awfully quiet and when she sees her mom sprawled across the bed, she instantly knows it's finally over. The next week is a blur of sympathy cards and flowers. She gets phone calls from people she hasn't heard from in years. Her sister is anxious for her to sell the house, so they can split their inheritance. She takes a few weeks of leave from work to sort through what needs to be kept and what needs to go.
She drops off boxes at Goodwill and her sister's. She puts some of the furniture on Craigslist and eventually she's down to just the basics and her own things. It's pitiful, really. The last 3 years of her life gone, and all she has to show for it is a few boxes and a couch. The movers take the last of her things to her new apartment and it feels strangely freeing when she shuts that front door for the last time. Almost like she's locking all of her bad memories and broken dreams inside. She feels lighter as she drives away.