Okay, so this is the start of a multi-chaptered fic, written by request. Each chapter will show different members of the glee club's reactions to Rachel being egged.

This chapter: Quinn.

I will tell you, this is likely different from other things you've read. It follows the style of writing that I started doing for character-analysis type fics. It's second person. I haven't seen anything quite like it, but I'm sure it's out there.

Spoilers to 'Funk'. Hope you enjoy :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee :'(

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Some say it's the pregnancy hormones; some say it's my newfound maternal instinct; some say that aliens abducted the real Quinn Fabray and I was sent back in her place. Whatever the case may be, I'll be the first to admit that I've changed.

How do I know this? Well that's simple. If comforting the wheelchair kid and Mercedes wasn't enough to convince me, the fact that I actually feel bad for man hands sure is. I mean, fewer than eight months ago I was the one making her cry. And now? Now I'm the one helping her clean egg out of her hair.

It's pretty much common knowledge that Rachel has gone through a lot lately. Not only did she have the misfortune of dating Puck, she's also just about the only person Finn has ever used. Yeah, I know he was trying to get a scholarship to help the baby and all, but still. It was a crappy thing to do. And yes, I do realize I'm being hypocritical. Get over it.

And of course, on top of all the boy drama, you have all the stuff going on with her mom. Now, the old Quinn Fabray would've made some sort of joke about her mom not wanting her at every chance she got. The new Quinn Fabray can relate to her. When you think about it, there's not all that much of a difference between my situation with my mom and hers with her mom. Okay, maybe there are a lot of differences, but the similarities stick out.

She needs a mom. So do I. She's too stubborn to admit it. So am I. Her mom let her down. So did mine. See the pattern? Berry is always talking about how great it is that she has two dads, but we all see through it. She needs a woman's influence. A woman to look up to.

So… yeah. Long story short, her year's been crap.

And now for the icing on the cake: Jesse.

I mean, really. What's with this guy? He just happens to run into Rachel in the music store, right after sectionals, and sweeps her off her feet? Not to seem rude or anything, but really? He's a senior. She's a sophomore. Could we please be a little realistic? We all knew he was using her. Even Brittany thought it was strange. Brittany.

In all honesty, I wasn't really surprised when we saw him on stage with Vocal Adrenaline. I wasn't really surprised when he said he was leaving. I was surprised when I found Rachel, covered in egg, crying in the bathroom.

Seriously, who does that to a person? Maybe I've egged someone before, but this was different. An idiot could see that Rachel cared about Jesse. Like, cared about him a lot (again I'll play the Brittany card). Out of the blue he just left. He humiliated her and then left. As if that weren't enough, he went and egged her.

That poor girl's heart must've shattered into a million pieces. I can't imagine someone I loved and I thought loved me doing that. It would kill me.

I found her crying in the school bathroom. It was a good thirty minutes after the bell rang, so no one else was there. What was I doing there, you wonder? Try living with Noah Puckerman for several months and you'll figure out why I didn't want to go home. Seriously, if I hear about how a freaking video game changed civilization one more time I swear I'm going to break everything electronic in that house.

Anyways, I found her in the bathroom. I was seriously considering sneaking out so she didn't see me, but that's something the old Quinn would do. Damn the new Quinn. I walked up to her quietly. I don't really know why, I guess it didn't occur to me that that could freak someone out.

"Little egg fetuses. Poor little egg fetuses." She kept muttering under her breath. I was kind of creeped out, but I talked to her anyways.

"Um, Rachel?" I put my hand on her shoulder. She screamed. Loudly.

"Q-Quinn?" She said once she was done screaming. "What are you doing here?" She quickly swiped at her eyes.

"Avoiding going to the Puckermans'. What are you doing here?"

"Uh, me? I was just…" I'm pretty sure she was pausing to think up a suitable lie. "Rehearsing. I was just rehearsing for the school play." She seemed pretty satisfied with her answer.

"What play?" I called her out.

She sighed. "I'm trying to get some of this egg off of me so that I don't stain my car." She admitted.

"Here, let me help you." I don't know what possessed me to say that. Maybe it was the baby.

Rachel looked at me like I said that I was carrying the child of a mongoose or something.

"Why would you want to help me?"

I started picking some of the eggshells out of her hair. "I honestly don't know." I replied honestly. "Who did this to you?" I asked after a few seconds of silence. I walked over and wet some paper towels then handed them to her. Her hair was one thing, but I wasn't going to help her clean the rest of herself off. I haven't changed that much.

Rachel was quiet for a really long time. It was actually starting to creep me out.

"Jesse." She said quietly.

Wasn't expecting that.

"Sucks." I don't know. I really don't know why all I could get out was 'sucks'. I'm not a guidance counselor, okay? Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I've gotten wiser.

"Yeah." She agreed.

We were quiet for a while after that. I didn't know what to say. I just stood there and kept her supplied with wet paper towels. I'm pretty sure that she was fighting like crazy not to cry. I was pretty impressed that she didn't let a single tear fall. If I were in her place, I'd be a wreck. Heck, I wasn't even the one who was betrayed and humiliated and I was furious. It was kind of weird. I was almost… protective. I wanted to beat in the face of the guy who did this (now the violence I do blame on the hormones).

"This just isn't working." I heard Rachel say. "The egg isn't going to come out. You know what? I think I have an extra set of clothes in my locker."

"You keep an extra set of clothes in your locker?" I asked her.

"Yeah. You know, for after I get slushied." Here came the guilt. Ugh, I felt bad. I never actually slushied her, but I'd be lying if I said that I've never set a jock out to do it for me. Like, several times.

"Do you want me to go get them for you?" Again with the charity.

She smiled at me. Why was that making me feel good about myself?

"Thanks." She said gratefully. She gave me her locker combination and I headed out.

I heard her start crying hysterically the second the door closed behind me. Now, the crying is one thing I just can't handle. I can deal with yelling, screaming, puking—basically everything that happened during breaks in Cherrios practice. I drew the line at crying. It was time to call in some back up.

I pulled out my phone and called—you guessed it—Finn. Oh come on, who else was I supposed to call? Puck? Nope. I may not like Finn and Rachel together, but I knew that he was what she needed.

"Hey Finn, it's Quinn."

"Uh, hi." I can imagine him being a little weirded out that I was calling him.

"Look, I'm at school and I just found Rachel. She's pretty upset about something Jesse did. Do you think you could come up and like... talk to her or something?" Boy did I sound like an idiot. I couldn't handle a crying girl so I had to call my ex-boyfriend. What great potential for a mother, right?

"I'm actually in the gym shooting hoops right now. Where should I meet you?"

"By Rachel's locker." I said, relieved.

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks." I shut my phone closed and walked over to Rachel's locker. Just so you don't think I'm a stalker, it's pretty much right next to mine. That's how I know where it is.

I got her clothes and handed them off to Finn when he came. I could tell that he was as weirded out by the new Quinn Fabray as I am.

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Okay guys, there's chapter 1! Next up? FINN! I'm excited. I love Rachel/Finn.

Just so ya know, I'm not one of those people who writes the whole thing before posting. This is all I've got so far. Reviews will motivate me to write! Please review! I love them sooooo much! :D