A/N Hi guys! I wasn't expecting any reviews for the prologue but a big thank you to those that did, that's amazing! I originally liked the Quinn/Sam relationship on Glee but a few more eps in found me not so fussed! So here is my version of how things could have gone with some bits taken from glee, others inserted from my own head. Don't despair over this chapter; I plan for this to be a long story so it might start off a little slow. I love opinions of what I have written, good or bad, so feel free to voice them or to make suggestions. I hope you enjoy what I write and I apologise in advance for my grammar which has been atrocious since and during school!

All characters belong to the creators of Glee, I'm just adding a little extra.

She was early and, despite her best efforts, her nerves were starting to rear their ugly heads. Quinn busied herself organising her locker, trying to ignore the gradual increase in volume which signalled the arrival of the rest of the school. A group of younger students were conversing in hushed tones a few lockers down, slipping furtive glances in her direction as she sorted her folders. She slammed her locker door shut with more force that necessary, inwardly cursing as the largest member of the group gave a small laugh. Relief came in the form of head cheerio Santana Lopez closely followed by Brittany.

"Out the way freshman!" she snarled scattering them as easily as a flock of frightened birds. Santana settled herself against the lockers, smirking as she watched the remainder of the hallway students stumbling over each other to get out of her eye line. Brittany briefly glanced in Quinn's direction before turning to Santana who had now turned her attention to her nails.

"Where's Quinn? I thought you she said she'd meet us by her locker."

"It's me Britt" Quinn answered patiently. The ditzy blonde frowned at her.

"No...Quinn was pungent." Santana snorted as Quinn glared at Brittany.

"I think you mean pregnant Britt."

"Oh...Then what happened-"Quinn cut her off hurriedly, knowing the other blonde wouldn't understand the subject was a delicate one.

"Good summer? " Quinn glanced at the Latina leaning on the lockers who merely shrugged and continued to nonchalantly buff her nails. Santana's shrug drew Quinn's attention to her chest and the blonde narrowed her eyes at the increased movement.

"See something you like?" Santana drawled. Quinn raised her eyebrow already knowing the answer.

"Please tell me you didn't?"

"S got a boob jab!" Brittany beamed. The Latina rolled her eyes.

"You mean boob job Britt, job."

"Like the time I gave money to that man in a hat and he told me to go stand on a platform but I went to go feed the ducks instead." Quinn and Santana exchanged a look. Quinn loved Brittany, almost as much as Santana, but she still had no idea how the girl had managed to pass junior year let alone find her way to class. She sighed at the taller blonde who was staring happily into space and returned her attention back to Santana.

"Coach Sylvester is never going to let you cheer with those." Santana smirked.

"Worried about me Q? The head cheerleader is the bitch in charge. I mean," Her gaze dropped to Quinn's cream cardigan before returning to examine her nails once again. "You should know." Quinn grit her teeth refusing to take the bait.

"I can see a cloud." Brittany commented brightly. Santana's lips curled in disgust as she glanced over Quinn's shoulder

"Jew fro alert." Quinn just had time to pick up her bag before a hand held microphone was shoved into her face.

"How has life changed after the birth of your bastard child?"

Great job Fabray. You lasted a grand total of twenty minutes.

The horror that was Ben Jacob Israel and his film crew had caught her by surprise and had since left her reeling. To avoid a potential emotional breakdown, she had excused herself from first period to rush into the nearest bathroom and had yet to return to class. Thankfully it had been Spanish and Mr Schuster was unlikely to send someone in after her or give her a detention for skipping. She was facing the row of sinks, hands clutching the rim tightly, staring at herself in the mirror. Behind her calm cool exterior, her thoughts were spinning uncontrollably like a whirlwind. She was annoyed at herself for letting Jacob's words get to her. Obviously people were going to comment on the fact she was no longer 'the pregnant cheerio' . What she hadn't expected were people to be so in her face about it, asking questions with little tact or respect. While she was pregnant, people had simply just ignored her. Within the space of two months she had gone from being the most popular girl in school, both loved and feared, to being almost completely invisible. During that trying time she had chosen to take all her anger and frustration out on those around her, deliberately attempting to hurt those closest to her. She initially blamed Puck for all her problems. True, he had gotten her drunk on wine coolers and she had been feeling low due to another of coach Sylvester's "fat interventions" but she still could have said no. At that moment she wanted it and that brief lapse of judgement cost her greatly. It was her poor decisions that had lost her everything, no-one else's, she was fully responsible. She brushed her hand over her flat stomach, remembering the small life it had once held. She would and could never hate her little girl; she had been the only good thing to come out of this mess. A wave of emotion coursed through her as the memory of walking out the hospital minus her child began to resurface in her mind. No! She clenched her eyes shut, pushing her feelings down. I am not going to cry over this again, especially not in the middle of a school bathroom. Get a grip!

"Quinn?" A voice echoed off the tiled space and Quinn barely resisted the urge to bang her head off the mirror as she recognised the voice's owner. Just perfect.

"What do you want RuPaul?" she growled as she opened her eyes to find Rachel Berry standing a few feet behind her, brown eyes radiating concern. That's all she needed, pity from Berry. The smaller girl ducked her head, watching Quinn's reflection.

"I heard what Jacob said to you."

"And?" Quinn fiddled with the braid in her hair, feigning disinterest. Part of her was actually a little curious as to why Rachel would take it upon herself to come and see if Jacob's words had had any effect on the blonde. What was even more puzzling was the realisation that Rachel was not in her Spanish class, suggesting that the diva had left her own class to search for Quinn. The other part of her, a much larger part, was reminding her it was Rachel Berry she was talking to. And she despised Rachel Berry.

"Quinn. I know you and I have never seen eye to eye mainly due to the fact that every time I have tried to be nice to you have either slushied me or called me one of several names that bring into question my gender which I can assure you is not of the male variety." Quinn snorted at the typical Rachel Berry style rant. That girl could never speak simply; she always had to use double the amount of words necessary to illustrate a point. While Quinn mused, Rachel had taken a few steps closer to the blonde, finally locking eyes with her and addressing her in a quiet voice.

"You need someone, someone you can trust, someone you can talk to. You can't go on like this, pretending you don't care to hide the fact that you are still hurting. It may seem easier not to feel anything because it's too difficult to drop your walls and let someone in. I know you are hurting." Quinn dropped her gaze and Rachel's voice softened further

"I'm not stupid enough to think you'll want to confide in me but I want you to know that I do care for your wellbeing and if you ever need a friend," Rachel timidly rested her hand on Quinn's shoulder. "I am here for you." She gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. Quinn was momentarily lost for words at the brunettes actions. She was already emotionally drained from the morning's events and with Rachel's words hitting a little too close to the mark, Quinn had had enough.

"Listen manhands." Rachel snatched her hand away as if she had been burned and Quinn turned to face the girl, eyes narrowing dangerously.

"I don't need you or anyone else. Not that my needs have anything to do with you." She sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"So why don't you run along and go steal some old woman's clothing to add to your collection." Her inner bitch purred with delight as she looked Rachel up and down with her trademark smirk in place, hands resting on her hips.

"It can't get much worse than what you are already wearing." Rachel gaped at her, eyes widened in shock. But then, to Quinn's annoyance, the girl gave her a small nod and a hint of a smile before backing away from the angry blonde, turning to exit the bathroom. Once she had gone Quinn let out a frustrated sigh. She needed her life back. Rachel Berry walking in thinking she knew how Quinn was feeling and trying for her friendship was the last straw. Not that Rachel's words had had any effect on her or were now causing Quinn to feel a slight amount of guilt for her behaviour. No. Not a chance. What she needed was her position of head cheerio back and to do that she needed to persuade coach Sylvester which really meant a choice between blackmail or begging and there was no way she was going to give that woman the satisfaction of watching her beg. She turned back to the mirror for one final look at herself. Determined hazel eyes stared back. No, she would have to be clever...

It's now or never. Time to remind them all that the old Quinn Fabray never really left.

TBC