Queen of Wishful Thinking (1/?)
Queen of Wishful Thinking
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, not a writer, whatever....un-beta'd. Publishing on here for a friend. :)
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Quinn’s life had been pretty shitty the last few months. Not that she didn’t bring it on herself, she should have known better than to trust Noah “Puck” Puckerman. “Trust me”, was indeed, not an effective form of birth control. She had the evidence of a six month baby-bump to prove it.
Then that damn Rachel Berry told Finn the baby wasn’t his, and her world really came crumbling down. While it was a relief to have the truth in the open, it rendered her homeless. Finn didn’t necessarily kick her out of his home (mostly because he wouldn’t speak to her), but she could sense she was no longer welcomed, besides the fact that it just wouldn’t be right. And somewhere in the last six months, Quinn had developed a conscience.
She was too proud to go begging for any place to stay (seeing as everyone pretty much hated her for hurting Finn at present time) so the first night she resigned herself to sleeping in the backseat of her Civic in the WMHS parking lot. All she had in the world was her car, the clothes she had taken from Finn’s, the cross around her neck and her baby.
So there she was, in the backseat of her car, a homeless pregnant teenager. Her cardigan du jour didn’t make a great pillow, and it was already hard enough sleeping with the active little human growing inside of her. By the time she had settled enough to actually fall asleep, it was well past 4:30 in the morning.
She had the usual dreams. The one where she and Puck ran away to some town that wasn’t Lima, and raised the little girl - with the house and furniture he had promised. She had the one where the secret never came out and she and Finn remained the It couple of WMHS after giving the little girl up for adoption. Then she had the one where she fell while dancing during Regionals and lost the baby.
Just as her foot was slipping from underneath her, a loud knocking startled her out of the nightmare. She shielded her eyes from the morning sun, not able to recognize the figure of the person that so rudely interrupted her sleep.
“Quinn, what the hell are you doing?” she heard a muffled-but-familiar voice say.
She sat up quickly and saw the father of her child standing outside of her car.
“Go away,” she muttered when Puck opened the backseat door.
“You should lock your doors when you sleep in your car,” he said, taking it upon himself to slide in the backseat next to her.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine; you’re sleeping in your car.”
“Did anyone see me?” She whispered.
“Just me. I was going to leave a note on your car, and I saw you,” he explained.
Quinn looked at her cell phone and noticed it was 7:40, school started in 20 minutes. She reached in her bag in the floorboard next to her feet and grabbed her make-up, a brush and hairspray.
Puck watched in amazement at how fast she put herself together.
“C’mon, Princess,” he muttered, handing her a piece of Winterfresh gum.
Quinn gave herself the once-over in the rear-view mirror and followed Puck out of the car, down the halls and to her locker.
Quinn was humiliated. Her cell phone alarm had failed to wake her up before anyone had the chance to see her, and now Puck, of all people, knew she’d spent the night in her car. Great. She placed her right palm over her face as she got lost in her thoughts.
“If you need a place to stay,” Puck began.
“I don’t,” Quinn snapped, shutting her locker door to glare at him.
“I’m just sayin’, if you do, you can stay with me. My house isn’t huge or anything and my Ma and Sis live there, but we could make it work,” he said in a quiet voice.
She couldn’t help but stifle a sniffle. She jogged down the hall to the girls’ restroom to avoid breaking down in front of the whole school. She’d fallen so hard; from the top of the food chain to lower than Rachel Berry, or even that weirdo, JewFro.
The bell, that signaled the beginning of the day, echoed through the halls. Quinn picked herself off of the toilet she wasn’t using, and wiped the few tears that had managed to escape with the one-ply toilet paper.
The rest of the day was a blur where her classes were concerned. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what she should do. Living with Puck and his family would not be fun, but it would be better - and safer - for her and the baby.
During glee, and yet another Rachel/Finn solo, Puck tapped on Quinn’s shoulder and passed her a note that was written on a page torn from Catcher in the Rye.
“Have you made a desison?” Okay, so hopefully their child inherited her brains.
She held the note for a minute before scribbling on it.
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
He wrote back after a few minutes.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
She smiled behind the curtain of hair hiding her face from Artie and Tina before passing the note back.
“Not really. When can I move in?”
She didn’t see the smug grin plastered on his face when he read her words.
“Follow me home,” he leaned up and whispered in her ear.
She nodded to acknowledge she heard him.
She lip-synched her way through the rest of glee practice. She was anxious, but happy she would have a real roof over her head, if only for the night.
She followed Puck’s beaten down Chevy out of the WMHS parking lot. She’d never been to his house before, for all she knew he lived in a sewer drain, in which case she would be better off in the backseat of her Civic.
They didn’t drive long before turning into the driveway of a modest home. Quinn felt a little guilty for assuming he lived in a dump.
When both of the engines turned off, Puck approached her car and told her to pop the trunk. Before she even had a chance to prop herself out of the vehicle, Puck had her few bags in hand.
“Wait!” she called after him in a loud whisper.
He stopped and turned around to see what she wanted.
“Does your mom know?” she whispered.
“Quinn, we live in a small town. She knows everything.”
She wished he had smiled or something to reassure her, but he turned around and kept walking towards the door.
“This is going to be awkward,” Quinn thought, as she drug her ballet slippers in the gravel of the driveway.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, not a writer, whatever....un-beta'd. Publishing on here for a friend. :)
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Quinn’s life had been pretty shitty the last few months. Not that she didn’t bring it on herself, she should have known better than to trust Noah “Puck” Puckerman. “Trust me”, was indeed, not an effective form of birth control. She had the evidence of a six month baby-bump to prove it.
Then that damn Rachel Berry told Finn the baby wasn’t his, and her world really came crumbling down. While it was a relief to have the truth in the open, it rendered her homeless. Finn didn’t necessarily kick her out of his home (mostly because he wouldn’t speak to her), but she could sense she was no longer welcomed, besides the fact that it just wouldn’t be right. And somewhere in the last six months, Quinn had developed a conscience.
She was too proud to go begging for any place to stay (seeing as everyone pretty much hated her for hurting Finn at present time) so the first night she resigned herself to sleeping in the backseat of her Civic in the WMHS parking lot. All she had in the world was her car, the clothes she had taken from Finn’s, the cross around her neck and her baby.
So there she was, in the backseat of her car, a homeless pregnant teenager. Her cardigan du jour didn’t make a great pillow, and it was already hard enough sleeping with the active little human growing inside of her. By the time she had settled enough to actually fall asleep, it was well past 4:30 in the morning.
She had the usual dreams. The one where she and Puck ran away to some town that wasn’t Lima, and raised the little girl - with the house and furniture he had promised. She had the one where the secret never came out and she and Finn remained the It couple of WMHS after giving the little girl up for adoption. Then she had the one where she fell while dancing during Regionals and lost the baby.
Just as her foot was slipping from underneath her, a loud knocking startled her out of the nightmare. She shielded her eyes from the morning sun, not able to recognize the figure of the person that so rudely interrupted her sleep.
“Quinn, what the hell are you doing?” she heard a muffled-but-familiar voice say.
She sat up quickly and saw the father of her child standing outside of her car.
“Go away,” she muttered when Puck opened the backseat door.
“You should lock your doors when you sleep in your car,” he said, taking it upon himself to slide in the backseat next to her.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine; you’re sleeping in your car.”
“Did anyone see me?” She whispered.
“Just me. I was going to leave a note on your car, and I saw you,” he explained.
Quinn looked at her cell phone and noticed it was 7:40, school started in 20 minutes. She reached in her bag in the floorboard next to her feet and grabbed her make-up, a brush and hairspray.
Puck watched in amazement at how fast she put herself together.
“C’mon, Princess,” he muttered, handing her a piece of Winterfresh gum.
Quinn gave herself the once-over in the rear-view mirror and followed Puck out of the car, down the halls and to her locker.
Quinn was humiliated. Her cell phone alarm had failed to wake her up before anyone had the chance to see her, and now Puck, of all people, knew she’d spent the night in her car. Great. She placed her right palm over her face as she got lost in her thoughts.
“If you need a place to stay,” Puck began.
“I don’t,” Quinn snapped, shutting her locker door to glare at him.
“I’m just sayin’, if you do, you can stay with me. My house isn’t huge or anything and my Ma and Sis live there, but we could make it work,” he said in a quiet voice.
She couldn’t help but stifle a sniffle. She jogged down the hall to the girls’ restroom to avoid breaking down in front of the whole school. She’d fallen so hard; from the top of the food chain to lower than Rachel Berry, or even that weirdo, JewFro.
The bell, that signaled the beginning of the day, echoed through the halls. Quinn picked herself off of the toilet she wasn’t using, and wiped the few tears that had managed to escape with the one-ply toilet paper.
The rest of the day was a blur where her classes were concerned. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what she should do. Living with Puck and his family would not be fun, but it would be better - and safer - for her and the baby.
During glee, and yet another Rachel/Finn solo, Puck tapped on Quinn’s shoulder and passed her a note that was written on a page torn from Catcher in the Rye.
“Have you made a desison?” Okay, so hopefully their child inherited her brains.
She held the note for a minute before scribbling on it.
“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”
He wrote back after a few minutes.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
She smiled behind the curtain of hair hiding her face from Artie and Tina before passing the note back.
“Not really. When can I move in?”
She didn’t see the smug grin plastered on his face when he read her words.
“Follow me home,” he leaned up and whispered in her ear.
She nodded to acknowledge she heard him.
She lip-synched her way through the rest of glee practice. She was anxious, but happy she would have a real roof over her head, if only for the night.
She followed Puck’s beaten down Chevy out of the WMHS parking lot. She’d never been to his house before, for all she knew he lived in a sewer drain, in which case she would be better off in the backseat of her Civic.
They didn’t drive long before turning into the driveway of a modest home. Quinn felt a little guilty for assuming he lived in a dump.
When both of the engines turned off, Puck approached her car and told her to pop the trunk. Before she even had a chance to prop herself out of the vehicle, Puck had her few bags in hand.
“Wait!” she called after him in a loud whisper.
He stopped and turned around to see what she wanted.
“Does your mom know?” she whispered.
“Quinn, we live in a small town. She knows everything.”
She wished he had smiled or something to reassure her, but he turned around and kept walking towards the door.
“This is going to be awkward,” Quinn thought, as she drug her ballet slippers in the gravel of the driveway.