A/N: There will be more Quick, I promise, but this has been sitting in my head for ages. It's short, yes, but I've always loved the extra dimensions to Quinn we get in canon. I'd just like to send a shoutout to everyone who reviewed: you're all lovey, beautiful people and I hope you continue to enjoy what I can only describe as erratic, spontaneous bursts of inspiration that are mainly fueled by lack of sleep.
She fingers the dainty cross sitting around her neck, barely even noticing its weight in the hollow between her shoulders.
"Surprise! You can use this as an outward symbol of your faith, Quinn darling. Isn't it beautiful?"
As it glints in the light, she glares at a freshman unlucky enough to get in her way. "Move," she snarls, and the scrawny girl is quick to do so. She practically shakes, and Quinn rolls her eyes.
"It's pretty. I love it."
Eyes draw to the necklace naturally when she walks – of this she's aware. It may seem like a conflicting image, but Quinn's a complex girl. Taken at face value, she's nothing. Look inside, you'll find everything.
She'd never tell anyone, but she's always wished that someone would look inside. Someone besides him.
"I think you should wear it to that event on Sunday night. Don't you think it would look stunning with that sweet white dress from the wedding?"
Her skirt swishes behind her, ponytail flying like a banner for every girl who's ever been lucky enough to be where Quinn is now. When she sits on the curb at lunch, any passerby could easily confuse it for a throne.
"I'll wear it every day. Starting now."
"Where did you get your necklace?" an envious Cheerio had asked her one day.
"It's one of a kind," she'd scoffed, adding extra condescension to make up for the fact that she actually has no idea. It was a gift, ring the words inside her head, but Quinn was never one for charity.
"How did I get so lucky with such a lovely daughter?"
Sometimes, she says things because they're expected of her.
"I think I'm the lucky one to have a mom like you."
Occasionally, she means the things she says. The sad part is, she's stopped learning to tell the difference.
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