She was born a nice Christian girl in a nice Christian home, with nice Christian parents and nice Christian cousins.
But that's not the entire truth.
Her mother is a compulsive shopper and she hides the credit card bills. Just in case.
Mrs. Fabray cheated a total of nine times. If you counted up the amount of times Mr. Fabray found out, you'd count on one hand with fingers left over. There was a lot of fighting and they pretended they loved each other.
One night, when Quinn was eight, she sneaked into her parents bedroom and found out that daddy slept on the ground and mommy got the bed. That's how it always went.
Her father is too perfect. That's his flaw. He's so perfect, he expects everyone to rise up to his shining example, so he married the nice Christian girl that he loved as a child.
He raised Quinn right. She had to go to church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night, she read the bible every night before she slept, she ate her greens, and she dressed right.
"You will be a virgin until you're married," he told her, and she smiled and nodded.
When Puck touched her, she decided that she wanted him. Quinn was spoiled and always got what she wanted. So she wanted him, and there was no reason why she shouldn't have him.
When he asked her if she wanted this, she shrugged and said, "Why not?" Because, really, why not? What did she have to lose? What would they know of her sin?
So God watched that sin and she found she didn't care. Not one little bit.
Finn's a nice guy. A great guy, actually. He was also raised Christian and he understood why she wanted to wait. He kissed her on the cheek in front of her parents and he loved her.
But she doesn't want Finn. Not really.
Puck is a nice Jewish boy. It's close enough, right?
She stared at that little pink plus sign and decided she didn't want Puck anymore. Finn cared more about her and Finn didn't make out with girls in front of her. Finn never had the capacity to make her jealous, though.
So she lied to Finn. She said, "I'm pregnant," and she fed his stupid little mind that stupid little lie and Finn took it as gospel.
Puck called her a MILF and he said he'd take care of her, but he's lying. So she walks away.
A lot of people lie. It's a good thing. If everyone told the truth, nobody would be happy.
She stared at the mess she'd made of her life and decided that her parents wouldn't understand.
"Tell me it's the truth," Finn says, and she cries because it's the truth, and lies taste so sweet on her tongue. They taste so nice.
"Yes." The truth tastes sour and her stomach protests. Puck touches the back of her hand, pleading with her. She wrenches her hand away. That's another lie. She wants him to hold her and tell her she's not a bad person. There's nothing to tell her that she isn't.
She meets his gaze and he tells her she's a good person and maybe for that sliver of a moment, she believes him.
She's a horrible person. She pushed away Finn and she pushed away Puck and her parents pushed her away and she's basically a loner. Rachel had the guts to tell the truth and she didn't. She's a failure.
She's a nice Christian girl.
But that's not the entire truth, is it?