'God, what am I doing here? I should have stayed home like I wanted to.' Quinn shakes her head in thought.

She can't believe she let Santana of all people convince her to come by making some semblance of logic in a moment of unexpected weakness.

Don't get her wrong she doesn't only blame Santana.

Oh, no! She blames her boyfriend too.

Nit-wit good-for-nothing, quick, limp, mailman Finn Hudson as well.

But, if she's being honest with herself. There's only ONE person to blame here!

It's not Santana or Finn and it sure as hell isn't her!

But non-other than the self proclaimed diva herself.

That's right you know who.

If you have to ask than let me make it clear RACHEL BERRY! that's who!

You also might ask how did Rachel Berry of all people get her here?

Simple, she just had to strut down the hall at the exact moment Finn and Santana were talking about, yeah you guessed it!

NOAH PUCKERMANS SENIOR YEAR GRADUATION BLOW OUT!

yeah, real original.

Anyway, so she struts down the hall with a smirk and a new look.

Kurt gave her a makeover and one of the jocks Jason or Jackson. She really doesn't care to know his name.

Asks Rachel to Puck's party and get this she has the audacity to say YES!

Mind you, Quinn's pretty sure her boyfriend and she herself are staring hard at Rachel for two separate but obvious reasons.

Finn because she knows he's definitely having a mailman moment and She- well, she loves her.

Oh, let's not forget to mention that.

She's been in love with Rachel since pre-k.

Well, she has and let's be honest, it was not easy to hide.

You may also ask why she tortured her all her life and why she made it her life mission to ensure that Rachel had no friends, no suitors who have no way in hell of anyone getting in the way of Rachel's future stardom.

Yeah, she knows she sounds crazy but in the beginning she just didn't want anyone else to have her... what?

She was in kindergarten what did you expect from her?

Her father didn't want Quinn near Rachel the moment she said at the dinner table that she wanted to marry her best friend Rachel Berry when she was 5.

Especially when he realized who Rachel Berry was.

It went severely down hill from there.

After that spanking she couldn't sit for a week.

Anyway, back to what she was so distraught over.

He asked Rachel out, She said yes.

Quinn is pretty sure Finn exploded in his pants when her skirt raised as she turned to strut down the hall again.

At the same time Finn ran in the other direction yelling mailman and headed for the bathroom.

Poor guy is most likely doomed with early arrivals the rest of his life.

At least he can get it up. so, that's a plus.

Though, you do have to feel bad for his future wife, poor woman.

As for Quinn the second Rachel said yes, she said yes and now she finds herself standing at Puck's party waiting on someone who never even showed her face.

Talk about disappointment of the century.

(sigh) now, she's stuck there with a drunk Finn playing beer pong.

Santana and Britney are using her car for their extra-curricular activities and Puck is severely struggling with strategy attacks to get into her panties.

He's cute and easy to deal with on a social level, not on an intellectual one though.

He also keeps flexing his so called guns like that's some form of mating call for woman.

It might work on girls but Quinn happens to have a secret weapon and that secret weapon she likes to call is a woman's intellect with a healthy back up of intuition but she's bored and he makes great drinks.

oh, he asked a question.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't here you over the music what was you're question?" Quinn asked trying to play it off as if she hadn't been tuning him out.

"I said have you ever gone skinny dipping? If not, I've got a pool in the back just for the occasion, babe."

"As nice and gracious as that offer sounds. I'm going to have to politely decline but thank you."

"Anytime, babe."

'Oh look, he doesn't get sarcasm.' Quinn thought.

"You wanna another drink?"

"Sure, just a wine cooler, though and if it's opened before it gets here I'm not drinking it."

"Woah, it's cool babe. The puckasuarus doesn't need to roofy his conquests. Everyone wants a piece of this and hopefully soon you'll understand why. Be back in a sec."

Quinn rolled her eyes.

2 HOURS LATER.

She feels a pair of strong hands slid around her waist.

The music is thumping so hard she feels it in her veins.

She feels free for the first time in her young life.

They're grinding on the dance floor in ways she's never done before.

She hears hoots and hollers of drunken teenage boys chanting 'More!, More!, More!' repeatedly and she doesn't know why or who it's for, she's that far gone.

Her partner is close and smells good.

A little on the fem side but it's actually welcomed.

Then he does it, grinds into her rear.

It rubs firm between her rear-end cheeks and she groans low.

She turns around in his arms and whispers in his ear "let's go upstairs".

Takes his hand and leads him away from the dance floor and up the stairs.

She finds the room she is looking for in her drunken haze and enters.

She shuts the door and turns around to kiss him.

He tastes sweet, his lips are full and they're the softest she's ever felt.

She's never been kissed this way.

So passionate and effortlessly.

She whimpers at the slight tug on her lower lip.

Those soft hands slide down her thighs gently to lift her with ease.

She wraps her legs around his waist and moans gutturally at the stiff sign of his arousal.

He carries her to the bed with a disciplined agile ease.

Than lays her on the mattress as soft as a feather slowly descending on to a bed of grass.

She feels so enamored with his careful touch that resembles something between comfort and love.

He lowers himself between her legs and her fire ignites again.

The only one whose ever made her body react this way is Rachel and she never even had to lay a finger on Quinn.

All she had to do was smile.

Rachel ugh! The thought of the brunette alone set her body alight.

She moans deep and imagines it's Rachel between her legs and they quiver with Rachel's invisible caress and she loses it.

She grabs him by the collar, crashes their lips together roughly biting him hard.

He returns the bite with a low answered moan.

She reaches for his belt buckle so aggressively it jostles his body.

He runs his hands up her skirt and rips her panties.

She gets into his pants in record time and to say fear struck her like that of the hand of god, is an understatement.

In that moment, she couldn't move.

she's never felt something so firm, long and thick.

The thing was practically a frozen snake, ready to strike her in the most pleasurable way and fill her with it's most lethal poison known to man, if she took this any further.

She was still a virgin after all and it would hurt like a bitch but she was also drunk and decided it wouldn't hurt as bad as she thought.

So, instead of stopping like her brain told her to do.

She continued like her body craved for her to do.

She kissed desperately as the images of Rachel resurfaced and he grunted as she stroked him.

They didn't undress fully as they laid down in a hurry.

He ran his hand down her slit and groaned at the copious amounts of slickness and rubbed her bundle of nerves that made her stretched her legs wider unconsciously.

He gathered her juices and lubed himself than lined up with her entrance.

It was so dark in the room she prayed to any entity that he wouldn't go in the wrong opening.

Just like before proving to her that there was more than a hormonal teenage boy only in it for himself, in him.

He very slowly, gently slide just the tip of his penis in and she gasp in slight pain and he waited.

Than she nodded and he slid in another inch, she hissed.

He stopped again and apologized profusely and so she nodded again than cried out this time cause he was halfway in.

He stopped but she just told him to do it, it's ok.

So, he did.

The tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks silently.

He kissed them away and waited after several minutes she nodded.

Slowly, he pulled out and than slowly pushed back in.

She thought of Rachel in anyway she could think of the girl, in anyway she wished Rachel would make love to her.

The passion came back full force and the pain ebbed away as desire took its place.

It was sexually charged once again.

Her body never knew satisfaction until that moment.

When she finally reached her climax she scratched his back with nails of a lioness and quietly called out 'Rachel..'.

He hissed, came heavily in her and moaned low but deep.

finally coming down from there high they kissed and the blonde was shocked to find he was still hard and she felt her body react to him in lust.

The two continued passionately in their marathon severely times with no disappointment as pleasure came in abundance until they passed out.

Quinn awoke with a thumping in her head.

It was still dark but a loud bang against the wall woke her and she felt arms around her.

Between her thighs ached.

She slowly slid out of the bed as to not wake him.

She slipped out of the room to the sight that woke her.

Two jocks fighting in the hallway.

With every one's attention on the commotion, she took the opportunity while she could.

She ran down the stairs and grabbed her purse from where she hid it, in the flower pot by the door than ran to her car.

She was still tipsy but she didn't care.

She thanked god Santana and Britney left her car and drove home.

She took a shower, got dressed in her pjs and got into bed.

It was 4 am when she looked at her clock.

She didn't cry.

She felt numb, cold and alone...

4 WEEKS LATER GRADUATION DAY.

She was pacing and worried.

Before you ask no, it was not about her valedictorian speech.

No, it wasn't about starting college.

It was about the stick on the sink in the girls bathroom on the second floor of McKinley high school that rarely anyone uses.

She hadn't gotten her period and has been dealing with excessive nausea and barely there sleep.

That stick will tell her if her life is over or not.

It will determine if she will ever be a Yale legacy.

If she will let down her family as well as herself.

That stick has the power to ruin the Fabray name or give her relief that she's only dealing with excessive stress.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

She shuts off the timer on her phone and takes cautious steps toward the stick like a bomb ready to detonate.

She looks at herself in the mirror takes a deep breath and holds it.

Slowly very slowly she looks down and gasped.

The air leaves her lungs in under a second and her world crashes.

She takes the stick and throws it across the bathroom.

It slides under one of the stalls.

She grips the sink and one tear starts to slide down her cheek.

The bathroom door opens and she jumps with a startled gasp.

Standing there with a look of surprise is Rachel.

She stops in her tracks and stares.

"Oh, Quinn, I didn't know anyone else was in here. Sorry, if I scared you. I just needed a minute to myself. My fathers are driving me a little crazy with the pictures and excitement. Granted, I love a good head shot and it would prepare me for inevitable stardom full of paps and gossip mong-"

"GOD! DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?! OF COURSE NOT, BECAUSE YOU NEVER DO! HOW THE HELL IS ANYONE SUPPOSE TO GET A WORD IN? WHEN ALL YOU DO IS OPEN YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH AND YAMMER AWAY LIKE EVERYONE IS FALLING OVER THEMSELVES TO BE GRACED BY THE ALL TALENTED RACHEL BERRY! YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR DADS?! TAKE A SECOND AND LISTEN TO YOURSELF! YOUR FATHERS CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE STICK TO YOU SWEET HEART! SO, DO US ALL A FAVOR AND DISAPPEAR! BECAUSE NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK! LET ALONE WANTS YOU AROUND, PERIOD! SO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, TREASURE TRAIL!"

Quinn stops and takes a deep breath with such an animalistic look in her eye that would send the masses running.

Rachel swallowed and than lifts her chin in defiance and stares back at her.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

Rachel finally speaks after several long second of scrutinizing the blonde.

"Well, I see just because it's graduation and possibly the last time we'll see each other again. Doesn't change anything. I apologize for over stepping."

Rachel turned to make her leave and Quinn's heart bottomed out.

Quinn stepped forward reaching out but Rachel was already at the door.

The brunette turned and looked at Quinn.

"I just want you to know Quinn, that I see you. I always have, even now. I won't hold this encounter against you because there's sadness behind your hostility towards me. So whatever it is, Don't let it consume you. Your the prettiest girl I've ever met, Quinn but you're a lot more than that. Your stronger than you know..."

With that, she was gone.

Quinn's heart left with her.

Graduation was what was expected.

She decided if this was the calm before the storm, She would enjoy it while it lasted.

When she made her valedictorian speech she spoke strong.

When she walked across the stage for her diploma, She walked with confidence.

When she hugged her family and friends in congratulations, She smiled wide.

When she had her graduation dinner, She laughed with her sister.

That night she took her time going over all her things.

Making sure she had everything important to her packed in her car.

She slipped out in the early morning and went to the bank than withdrew her entire trust fund, That was put in her possession on her eighteenth birthday.

She emptied her checking and savings accounts.

All of her money was in cash in several small envelopes packed into a larger envelope.

She got in her car and drove home.

She walked into the house with the smell of fresh breakfast in the air and laughter of a happy family untouched by burden.

She stood in the doorway and watched for a few blissful moments.

The sight made her smile.

She wanted to remember this moment.

It was broken when her father noticed her and told her to join them.

She walked in the room and hugged each of them tightly.

Took her time with her breakfast.

Told them all how much she loved them and laughed until her insides ached.

She waited until just before her mother and sister were getting ready to drive to the airport so her sister could catch her flight back to college and her dad to get ready to leave for work, to say it.

"I'm pregnant"

It hung in the air like poison, silence followed in it's wake.

Her sisters jaw dropped.

Her mother slowly lifted her hand to her mouth as tears filled her eyes and her father stared in a deathly calm manner.

He walked towards her, in a low tone he asked "excuse me?"

She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Her lip trembled and the pressure behind her eyes filled with the prick of tears but she still refused to let them fall.

"I'm pregn-" The sound of a hard slap echoed in the foyer.

Gasps were heard and a deep low growl followed.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE HARLOT! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE DONE FOR YOU!"

"I'm sorr-"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU WILL NOT KEEP THIS ABOMINATION! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! I WILL NOT HAVE THIS IN MY HOUSE OR IN THIS FAMILY!" He bellowed.

"I can't do that." The trembling blonde whimpered

"YOU WILL WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT AND NO ONE IS TO HEAR ABOUT THIS! AM I CLEAR?! OBVIOUSLY, YOU CAN'T BE TRUSTED BECAUSE OF YOUR CHILDISH CHOICE TO MAKE THIS MISTAKE! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO STAND IN MY HOUSE BEFORE ME MAKING REQUESTS AS RIDICULES AS THIS SITUATION! I CAN'T STAND TO EVEN LOOK AT YOU! YOU ARE NOT WHO I THOUGHT YOU WERE! NOT WHO I RAISED YOU TO BE! YOU WILL TERMINATE IT AND-"

The anger in Quinn fueled her more than her pain as he continued with his harsh expectations.

All the while her sister and mother stood frozen in shock.

She squared her shoulders and set her jaw, eyes a blaze as she stared down her father.

In a controlled voice she had no idea were the courage came from and spoke with the authority of her HBIC.

Cutting him off in mid tangent.

"I will not be getting an abortion and I am not giving up my child to a stranger no matter how good they seem. Yes, I made a mistake but if my memory serves me correctly, You taught me to stand strong by my decisions and mistakes. To never apologize for them either. Fabray's don't apologize and I won't start that trend now."

It was the most terrifying thing she had ever done or said to her father but she knew he could smell a weak person a mile away.

She refused to give him the satisfaction of power over her.

In a deep low voice the words "Get out." echoed in her ears with finality as she held her head high.

She replied with the same piercing ferocious gaze and the word "Gladly".

A stare down occurred as she walked to the door making her exit.

In the distance she heard her mother and sisters voices but couldn't make out their words with the sound of her heart beat rushing in her ears and the ache pulsing of her cheek.

She got in her car and drove away.

She made it two hours of straight driving when she realized she left her phone on the kitchen table.

She no idea where she was or where she was going.

She pulled over on to the side of the highway and stared out at the setting sun.

She put her hand on her belly and whispered "Mommy's sorry you had to hear that. We'll be ok, I promise."

The last image of Rachel and the last words spoken to her by Rachel came to her in her minds eye.

That was it, the dam broke.

She cried like she never cried before.

Clutching her stomach repeating the mantra "We'll be ok, mommy will take of it."

Promising her unborn child profusely even though she didn't believe it herself.

That was the last anyone had heard from or seen Lucy Quinn Fabray.