Quinn Fabray was the epitome of Queen Bee. She had a boyfriend on the football team, the body of a greek statue with the looks to back it up, had the voice of an angel and was the captain of the cheer team. Even the best of the best have their flaws.

Quinns was girls. And the fact she was madly in love with them, especially her best-friend.

For some people, to stand in the rain was therapeutic as they felt the gentle patter of droplets brush their skin. Quinn had never hated the rain more. It bore onto her back like strike of a whip, reminding Quinn of her daddy’s words.

Quinn wasn’t his daughter, Quinn was unrecognisable, Quinn was a disgrace.

Quinn had gotten kicked out of her house for liking girls, she had nowhere to go. Quinn had lost her boyfriend, she was knocked down in the school hierarchy. Quinn’s entire world was crashing down in one night.

Quinn felt her legs burn after running for what felt like miles, her luscious blonde hair flat against her mascara smudged cheeks as she stumbled onto your porch and slammed up against the hardwood door with desperate knocks in hopes her best-friend would wake and save her once more.