Quinn Fabray was the most rough and tumble cowgirl in town. Everyone knew her as cold-hearted, yet incredibly hot-headed, and overall hardened. She liked to think so, too. But the past few years, she's realized that the polar opposite of her may be melting her heart a bit too much.

You grew up in the same parts as Quinn, born and raised, but the two of you couldn't be more different. She wore leather, you wore cotton and lace. She rides horses for rodeos, you ride horses for calm walks on the trail. When she sees a deer, she wants to get her hunting gear out, and when you see one, you stop and pet it. Yet despite your differences, Quinn couldn't help but feel a pull. It was torturous. The worst part? You were utterly oblivious.

Quinn was riding her horse around town as per usual her morning stroll, slowing down a bit when she passed by your house. You usually peeked out around this time to make sure everything is okay with your family farm, so she was hoping that today you'd make your appearance. Almost as if her wishes were answered by God himself, your front door swung open, your dog running out behind you as you blinked, adjusting your bleary eyes to the sun beating down on you. Quinn hopped off her horse once your gaze settled on her, strolling towards you with practiced ease, confidence rolling off her in waves.

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty. Seems someone's a bit tired this morning." The usual twang laced her words, as she took another step forward, taking in your messy hair and nightgown.