|This Heart Has Been Broken Before
Author: catchmeonfiree PM
"'Sam... you're back.' She was silently crying through her already-there tears, wanting to just throw herself into his arms in this crazy, messed-up world." Please review, sweet-coffee-drops! Thanks! :3Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Romance - Quinn F. & Sam E. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,409 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 12-27-11 - Published: 10-29-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7505583
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A/N: Hi all! This is mwah coming in with her first ever fanfiction on FanFiction! I've written some Glee fics before, just not on FanFiction, so I'm thinking that maybe after this story maybe I should post those ones on here. You can go find the link to them if you don't want to wait that long on my Tumblr, which you can find on my homepage. I hope you'll enjoy this fic, it's not gonna be good. I'm in my last year of middle school, so I'm not exactly a pro at writing, but I'll try my hardest to work up to people's expectations! Please review, and thank you very much! =)
And I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright… I know it's right… and the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score… and I love you, I love you, like never before. Quinn Fabray kept repeating those lyrics in her head, distracting her away from the lesson that Mr. Shue was teaching. She was broken. She was sad. She felt that no matter what she did now, nothing could make her feel better, or just good. She thought about how this was her last year in high school; the year where now, whatever you will do will determine so much of your life. And Quinn thought about how she spent those precious years. Her first year in high school; she was frickin' terrified, to be honest. But she knew that was something that Lucy Caboosey would do, and so she kept her head held high and paraded in the halls like a supermodel, and although she was only freshman, many boys turned their eyes on her. She had met her two bestest friends, Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce on a Tuesday, in September.
Quinn was walking through the halls of William McKinley High School, taking in the smell of all the people roaming in the building, how it felt like to finally be in the world where culture was so heavily based on. She thought about friends. Would she make any? Would she even see the ones she had back then in middle school? Oh yeah, that's right. No. Why? Because Quinn Fabray wasn't in existence back then; Lucy was. Lucy was tortured and bullied day after day, never seeing the light of how one day she could still remain who she was and take those bullies on. But she wasn't strong back then. And so when her family moved because her dad got a new job and a raise, she asked if she could change who she was; the precious life that had entered the world, 14 years ago. Quinn was still nervous, though. She didn't look like she was, but inside, she was shaking with fear. Quinn had taken advice from her older sister Franny about what to do in high school. First thing that Franny said was, don't look stupid. And that included clothes. So on her first day, Quinn wore a light blue babydoll dress with a snow white cardigan and black flats, hair down and wavy and blonde (due to her change of color) which Franny approved as "good enough". Franny herself had gone to McKinley, and knew how you were judged there. Quinn walked down the halls, searching for room 213, when suddenly she bumped into a boy. A tall boy. An especially tall boy. He looked lost as well. Quinn quickly mumbled, "Sorry," and went along her way when two girls, one blonde, one not, stopped her.
"Hey," A girl who had ravenous eyes and ebony hair said, with a smirk. She maybe also knew the rule of outfits with McKinley, sporting a TOTALLY short skirt and let her hair down in a waterfall.
"Oh, um. Hi! I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray." She put her hand out to shake and after a quick second of realizing what she was doing, the other girl took it in her own hand and jerked it in a friendly motion.
"I'm Santana Lopez. Hey, what middle school are you from? I certainly don't remember you from Riverhome. Did you go to Middleway?" By now, Santana had wiped that smirk on her face, but Quinn had yet to learn the blonde's name next to Santana.
"Oh, well, I didn't go to Riverhome or Middleway. I actually went to Fairbrook." The other blonde now spoke up.
"Oh! A friend of mine went to Fairbrook! Her name is Rachel Berry."
"Shut up, Brit! Berry is not our friend." Santana turned to Quinn. "Sorry, she does that sometimes. It's a disease with no cure. Oh! She hasn't introduced herself yet! Brits, intro to Quinn."
"Well, I'm Brittany, Brittany S. Pierce, and no, I am not Britney Spears, although it would be an honor taking her body and fame. I have a cat named Lord Tubbington and I like to eat waffles at night and not for breakfast because that's just, like, stupid." Quinn stared at Brittany the whole time she was talking, fascinated by her words, but in the way that made think, "Goodness, this girl is a genius!" In fact, it made her think the opposite.
"Well, umm, nice to meet you, Brittany. And Santana. Well, it's getting late. I better go to class. But I'll-" Quinn was cut off by Santana's words.
"Hold on, we'll help you find your way. I practically live here. I know everything about this school, even if I'm just a freshman. Where do you need to go?"
"Umm, well, I need to go to room 213, Political Science? With Mr. Grant?" Quinn was still unsure about the fact that Santana had said that she knew the school from top to bottom, but they seemed like they were nice girls, and besides, she was already in school for 20 minutes and still didn't make any friends, so why not stick to these?
"Oh my gosh! You have Poli Sci with Mr. Grant? So does Puck! Even if he's not gonna attend." Brittant and Santana snickered, while Quinn stood there, totally feeling like the third wheel.
"Come this way. We'll show you." The three girls zipped through the halls until they finally arrived to Quinn's destination, and they made plans to meet each other at lunch.
Quinn walked into the classroom, right on time, but not early enough to be able to choose her own seat and was forced to sit next to a boy with a short Mohawk. She sat down, placing her bag next to her, scared that someone would take something important in there that belonged to her.
Throughout class, Quinn could see out of the corner of her eye, the boy with the Mohawk gawking at her. She sighed every time she caught him, and didn't ask him why until the teacher, who was extremely good looking, let them have some free time 5 minutes before class ended.
"OK, you've been staring at me for like, the entire class. What's up with that?" Quinn whispered. Obviously, Lucy was the ugliest person in the world, and Quinn wasn't used to having boys like her, or even just look at her for that matter, more or less stare.
"Babe… you're hot." The boy smirked and took another look again, smiling when he went back up to her eyes. "I'm Puck, sweets." Quinn's eyes widened; this was the boy that Santana and Brittany were talking about.
"Oh, I'm Quinn, Quinn Fabray. Do you know anyone named San-"Quinn was cut off again, this time by the bell, and Puck picked up his body and bag up.
"I'll talk to you later, sexy. I've gotta go down to the nurse's office. Splitting headache. Can't go to math… again." Puck smiled at her again and this time even wiggled his eyebrow and winked at her. Quinn sighed, not even aware of what would happen during her day.
OK, so this was the first chapter of what I can only hope to be a flourishing story! ^.^ Please review this chapter, telling me what was good or not and if I should continue with it! I guess it's pretty short, but I just wanted to know if people still wanted to read it if it was like this, instead of wasting my whole writing something people don't even want to read. So please review! Thanks so much, honey-muffin-cakes! =)