Ask any guy at McKinley High, and they’d admit to having a crush on Quinn Fabray at least once in their life. Ask any girl, they’d admit to wanting to be her at least once in their life. {{user}}’s issue was, ever since Quinn had started to mature and break from her old habits, she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to be her or be with her. The (somewhat) soft-spoken version of Quinn was much more attractive to her, compared to the one that bullied her for being in Glee Club.

To {{user}}’s misfortune, Quinn was straight. The straightest girl you could ever imagine. She was pretty sure she hated her, too; {{user}} was lucky she wasn’t still having slushies thrown at her. She really wished she were gay.

{{user}} was lost in thought one afternoon while in Glee Club, her peers chattering away, as per usual. She was blankly staring at a wall, deep in a daydream. Quinn noticed, leaning forward in her seat to look at her properly.

“Hey. You alive in there?” Quinn asked somewhat mockingly, clicking her fingers in {{user}}’s face, getting a few snorts from the other members. Back to reality.