So I wrote this about a year ago and I do like it, but I'd forgotten about it. I've been reading a ton of Faberry recently so I decided to post it. I'm thinking about continuing it but I'm not sure, so if anyone has opinions I'd love them :)

You are a hypocrite Quinn Fabray.

That's what she thinks to herself as she examines the labels on the vitamin water she's bought, as she tells her mother 'no thanks, big lunch' in the evening, as she bends over the toilet with her fingers stuck down her throat. You are a hypocrite. Months ago she'd told Mercedes to be proud, be brave, you are beautiful. She'd said, "If I'm willing to eat right for this baby, why am I not willing to do it for myself?"

Simple answer: because Quinn Fabray wasn't worth it.

Beth had been worth it. That baby, that life, was the one good thing Quinn had ever done. The bastard child of a sixteen year old slut. That sure said something about the rest of her pathetic life.

With exercise and diet she'd lost any baby fat a month before school started. She was back in Cheerios shape by August. Sue had put her back on the Cheerios with little effort on Quinn's part, just the promise of money and letting slip about Santana's boob job. So what if San hated her now? She was already miserable.

After Beth she'd accepted her mom's invitation to come back home and then decided to cut off ties with everyone over the summer. Mercedes had called every day at first but when her calls continued to go unanswered she started to call less and less until she stopped. She'd come over a few times trying to see Quinn but as instructed Mrs. Fabray told her each time that Quinn was busy/sick/dying/abducted, whatever.

Puck was more persistent, more desperate. He called, left messages, sent texts, even tried to break in once when Mrs. Fabray wasn't home and Quinn was hidden under the covers. He gave up only after Mrs. Fabray had threatened to call the cops. He still sent the occasional text. Quinn understood why he was so hurt. He'd told her he loved her and now she was ignoring him.

When she'd returned to school she hadn't extended an olive branch. She continued to ignore all of her friends.

For some reason she still treated herself to Glee, the one thing that still made her smile. She didn't speak much to any of her fellow Glee club members, but she sang.

Trade eating for song. She only deserved one pleasure at a time.

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She'd eaten a bite of sandwich when Brittany (who still insisted on talking to her even after Quinn's constant freeze outs) had curiously asked if she'd eaten anything today and now she was in the bathroom trying to get it out of her system. After she finished and exited her stall she came face to face with a worried looking Rachel Berry, who was dripping red slushie onto the bathroom floor. Rachel pouted and asked, "Quinn? Are you ill?"

Quinn glared at Rachel and edged around her, careful not to get corn syrup onto her impeccable Cheerios uniform. "Bad cafeteria food," she replied hastily.

"You brought food from home."

"How would you know that Berry? Are you watching me? That is so creepy."

Rachel bit her lip but didn't back off. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

The slushie was starting to dry in Rachel's hair but she was so focused on Quinn she didn't even notice. Rachel took a purposeful step toward Quinn. "Have you been eating Quinn? I can't remember the last time I saw-"

"Again Berry, are you spying on me?"

Her tone had the desired effect and Rachel reflexively cowered. But to Quinn's surprise she did not stay down. Rachel straightened her shoulders and her brow furrowed in annoyance. "What are you doing?"

Quinn shook her head. "You're such a drama queen. I wasn't doing anything. I had a bad lunch and it made me sick. That's all."

Rachel still didn't look convinced. She seemed to be debating something and then said, "Look, I'm sure you have no interest in what I may think, even if I do like you you don't like me. And my opinion means less than nothing to you, however, I know that you do like Glee and what you are doing is terrible for your voice. Obviously I didn't mention this when you were pregnant and throwing up because there wasn't much you could do about it but now that you're forcing yourself to for purely superficial reasons-"

"Oh please treasure trail, you're going to lecture me? I'm not the one who got dragged into Ms. Pillsbury's office for what you're talking about."

Rachel looked surprised and was struck dumb for a few seconds. "That was… a lapse in judgement. But how do you-"

"Santana periodically steals your bag and looks through your stuff. She found the pamphlet. She's also the one who takes your books and hides them in strange places around the school."

"But that's still happening. Santana's in glee club now."

"Well yeah. Santana hates you less than she used to. But that's like saying Kurt hates Puck less than he used to." Rachel's face fell and Quinn knew she was being meaner than she had to be. But Rachel needed to back off and Quinn wasn't above laying down the scheme of things. On a roll, Quinn narrowed her eyes and sneered at the tiny brunette and continued, "No, you know what? That's not even a fair assessment because Kurt and Puck are actually pretty much friends now. You, Rachel, inspire a special kind of hatred."

Rachel took a step back and she paled. She, for once, didn't have a thing to say. Back in charge of the situation, Quinn turned on her heel toward the sinks and started the water running to wash out her mouth. Rachel's lips were pressed into a thin line. Quinn expected her to get on with cleaning herself off and leave her alone, but to her amazement Rachel said quietly, "I'm very concerned for you Quinn. This… This is not healthy."

Quinn left without another word.