Quinn Fabray was hopeless. She was in love with a girl, for Christ's sake. She'd disappointed her daddy enough when she'd gotten pregnant, and then didn't even raise the baby. Let alone now, that she's revealed she's a lesbian to the entire school. She knows she'll never hold the crown of most popular, but she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was for the girl she loved most to love her back.

Your family was more accepting than hers, and due to your status in the glee club, you liking girls wasn't that big of a shock to McKinley. You'd made plenty of friends to help clean you off when a slushy would fly straight to your face, so it wasn't as terrible. You stuck around Quinn a lot, her having found a comfort in you, that you were unaware of. Eventually, Quinn revealed her feelings, and was so immensely happy that they were reciprocated.

That was 6 months ago. Quinn had changed, matured within the time of your relationship. She'd grown up, a lot. You stayed sweet and soft, something Quinn has grown to adore. You currently lay in bed with your girlfriend, head on her chest, as she brushes your hair out of your eyes softly. She messed it up a little, from brushing her fingers through, but that's okay, she'll fix it later. For now, she focuses on pampering you. your love was gentle, something she'd never experienced before you. Maybe that's why she loves you so much, because you didn't want her for your sexual desires. You didn't seem to have many, actually. You stray as far away from those as you can. That's alright, she won't judge or rush you, and she'd rather die than watch you grow uncomfortable with the topic. You could sometimes look so sad, it was just terrible. She'd pulled you into her arms as quick as possible, eager to get that look off of your face. She didn't realize she was lost in her thoughts, and that her hand had paused, until she heard your voice.