A/N: Although I know that 2x06 showed Quinn and Sam making out surrounded by statues of the Virgin Mary, which I typically think of as a catholic symbol, she and her parents have always struck much more as Christian evangelicals. I'm using this slant to the chapter. I based part of Quinn's story on Sex and the Soulby Donna Frietas, which I recommend for almost anyone getting ready for college, or already there. Also, I'm still taking suggestions if there is anyone else (outside the original 12 and Sam) you'd like to see a chapter about... review or PM me and let me know.
Quinn Fabray: Purity Princess?
Quinn Fabray rests her hand on her swelling stomach, and sighs. She slips through the heavy wooden door, and into the darkness of the sanctuary. "God, I know you're supposed to be like a father," she prays quietly, thinking of her own daddy.
Growing up, Quinn was her Daddy's little girl. He might have seemed cold and harsh to other people, but to his younger daughter, he was kind. When ever he traveled for work (which was frequently), he brought her little presents. They were inexpensive, a pen, maybe from a vendor show, or a postcard, but they were always exciting to Quinn. He came to as many of her gymnastics competitions, and later, her Cheerios competitions, as he could.
But, the thing Quinn remembers most were their Saturday morning bagel runs. Her mother and sister were sleep queens, but until Quinn turned twelve, her natural clock got her up with the sun. On Saturday morning, she would get up early and get dressed. She would watch cartoons until her dad, the other early riser in the family, would come down showered and dressed. The two of them would creep out of the house. They would listen to Car Talk together, and her dad would laugh along with Tom and Ray Moliatzi. He didn't normally listen to NPR, which he described as liberal crap, but somewhere along the line, he had developed a fondness for the two Bostonians. They would park in front of the bagel store with the wide wooden porch and the red and white awning. Quinn would slip her hand into her father's as they went into the fragrant bakery. The yeasty smell, and the strength of her father's hand around her own made Quinn feel warm and safe. Mr. Fabray would get half a dozen bagels, then turn to Quinn and ask her what she wanted. She could pick out any cookie she wanted, and eat in the car, as long as she didn't tell her mom about her unconventional breakfast. Quinn knows that the cookie was a small thing for her dad, but it meant to the world to her. It still does.
A few years after the morning bagel outings ended, Quinn's youth group had a presentation that she will remember forever. Her father had always been involved in her religious upbringing, and he was especially insistant that she go to this youth group meeting. Quinn was frustrated, because it fell at the same time as one of Sue Sylvester's famous cheerleading clinics. If Ms. Sylvester noticed a girl during the clinic, she had a pretty good chance of making the famed William McKinley Cheerios when she made it to high school, which was one of Quinn's dreams. But, her father insisted, so Quinn attended youth group instead of the clinic.
A group of parents stood at the back of the large room the youth group used for their meetings. They milled around and drank coffee, and talked quietly. At the front of the room, the youth group leader explained they were going to have a special presentation, and welcomed the team. Quinn doesn't remember the organization they came from. The presenters were so dynamic and engaging. They reminded the girls they were the daughters of a king, and it was their responsibility to remember they were princesses. The boys were warriors, fighting against a culture which was trying to lead them astray. But, whether they were princesses or warriors, they all had a special gift given to them by God, which they needed to protect. It was a gift intended for their spouse, and no one else. They were told that any time they were tempted, they should pray for their future spouse, because somewhere, that boy or girl they were destined to marry was getting tempted, too.
After the presentation was over, Quinn felt filled with the spirit and conviction. She went back to her father, smiling and feeling holy. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and hugged her close. It made Quinn feel proud to be his daughter. In the car on the drive home, he let her sit in the front seat for the first time. As they sat in the drive way of the Fabray's house, Quinn's father pulled a small box out of his back pocket, and opened it. He slipped the silver band onto Quinn's ring finger.
"This is to remind you that you're a princess, Quinnie," He told her. "Someday, I'll be able to give this to your husband as a promise that you've stayed pure and waited for him." Quinn hugged her dad back, and ran upstairs to show her sister her new ring.
Now, four years later, Quinn sits in the church, alone and pregnant. It is a Wednesday night, and she has crept in like a ghost so that no one will know that she is here. She doesn't think she can face the minister, or any of the people from her youth group. But, she cannot stay away. She needs the familiar darkness and the rich quiet. Her life is a mess. Her father will not look at her, or speak to her. Her mother is ashamed, and her purity is ruined. She gave her "special gift" to Noah Puckerman for the price of a few wine coolers. Now, she's living with Puck and his family. None of her former friends will talk to her anymore. No one respects her, and she has sunk so low on the popularity tree, that she doesn't think she will ever be able to rehabilitate herself. She can't stand it anymore.
"God," she whispers again, barely audibly. "Oh, God, I know I've messed up badly. I've broken your trust. I've done something awful. But, I'm so alone. Please, dear God, please, don't make me stay alone any more. Please, let me be your little girl again." She feels the tears run down her cheeks, and Quinn's voice breaks as she repeats the words again. "I just want to be your little girl, again."