A/N: I'm back! This story has been in my mind for quite sometime now. I wanted to do a more original Faberry future fic, so here is my attempt. This chapter may be a little boring because it's background information, but don't worry there will be Faberry eventually! I would love it if you guys commented, too. I love hearing from you guys :3 Thank you! Happy reading!

* I just recently edited/rewrote because of second hand embarssment!*

It was a Monday night. There were dirty dishes piled high in the sink filled with sudsy water. A woman was scrubbing away the evidence of the meal, the dull buzz of a football game lingering in the background.

The woman's mind drifted towards her high school days, back when all that mattered was being popular and getting good grades. Money didn't matter so much then. She had been a cheerleader, faithfully standing at each game in the cold cheering for the far-from-athletic boys as she wore her sinfully short skirt.

There were tall boys in red uniforms spiriting down the field, some getting tackled, some throwing a winning pass or dropping a losing one. All of her high school boyfriends had been on that losing team. Something about a man in uniform, or more a man in power, had infatuated her back then, though really, those boys were no different from the nerds or music geeks. They just had nice uniforms.

"Hey, honey, could you grab me a beer?"

Quinn was pulled from her stroll down memory lane and thrown back into her current life, married life. She went to the fridge, grabbed a cool brown bottle, and made her way to the living room.

"Thanks baby," the man in the armchair muttered as he eagerly began to down the alcohol.

She glanced at her husband before returning to the dishes. As she cleaned, making sure each plate was spotless for her husband, she began to hum a familiar tune.

Just a small town girl,

Living in a lonely world.

A smile, her first genuine smile in months, tugged at her lips.

Glee Club.

She had joined to keep an eye on her first quarterback boyfriend. She remembered feeling him quickly slip away from her. Somehow, despite the drama, she found that she quite enjoyed spending time with the misfits. Singing and dancing was fun, but if anything it was the feeling of belonging to something special that made her love it more than cheerleading.

God, I sound like Rachel Berry.

Quinn was now twenty-five years old, still living in Lima, Ohio. Most of her fellow Glee friends had left, Kurt and Rachel to New York, Mercedes to Los Angeles, Tina and Artie to Chicago. Brittany and Santana had moved in together and went on to Ohio State to pursue cheerleading.

There were only two other people who were left besides her in their hometown, Finn, who was supporting his mother and father at the garage while going to community college, and Puck, doing whatever the hell he was doing.

Somehow, Quinn had managed to do exactly the opposite of what she dreamed of.

Somehow, she was still in Ohio, a Lima Loser.

She had wanted to go to New York; NYU was her dream school.

And she had gotten in too. Everything had been going the way she had dreamed it would be going.

A new school in a new city with new people was the perfect fresh start. In New York, no one would know she had been pregnant at sixteen. No one would know she had cheated on her boyfriend with her boyfriend's best friend.

No one would know who she was.

Her biggest fear had always been that she would end up like her sister or like her mother, alone, in a big empty house with an oppressive husband in Ohio.

Yet here she was, alone in a big empty house with a distant, though not oppressive, husband. He was sweet and faithful and cared for Quinn more than she had expected him to, unlike her own father who regarded his wife as a piece of dirt on his leather shoe.

No, Sam Evans was far from oppressive.

In high school, he had charmed his was to the top of the social ladder with his adorable blonde hair and sweet smile. He wasn't the smartest kid, but his looks and his voice brought him success.

It wasn't long before he was on the football team, battling like so many others for the top spot, the quarterback, ultimately winning the prestigious spot. As he reveled in his newfound popularity, he finally knew he had a chance to be with the head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray.

It was a match made in heaven.

Quinn was hesitant at first, as she had just given away her child for adoption only a few months prior.

The loss had been eating away at her, a giant gaping hole where her daughter had once lived. Sam Evans was the perfect giant-gaping-hole-filling candidate she had.

So when he promised to be true, to make her proud, to never ever hurt her, she pushed away her doubts and surrendered.

Midway through her senior year, her father had come crawling back to them. Not to Quinn's surprise, her mother let him back home. The remainder of her year was spent watching her mother worship her father as he drowned himself in alcohol.

When she had told her parents about Sam, they were more than pleased. Up until then, they were living in a delusional reality where Quinn had never gotten pregnant, where she had never been thrown out of her home, and where her father had never cheated.

"Invite the boy over, Quinnie. I want to meet the man," her father had said that night before taking a swig of liquor.

A week later, Quinn brought Sam to her house for dinner.

Her parents loved him.

He was sweet, charming, handsome and most importantly popular.

Great for the Fabray reputation, her father had said.

Sam and Quinn would attend university together in California at UCLA. Mr. Fabray offered to pay for both of their tuitions, and they gratefully accepted.

They spent four years studying together and getting to know each other better.

Quinn should have been happy.

She was at school with her boyfriend of then three years getting fantastic grades and not having to pay a dime for anything.

She was miserable.

Sam was too busy pursuing with his football career, rarely spending time with her. When he wasn't playing football he was out with the team drinking at whatever party was happening that night.

A few months after graduation, under the stars at the park, that Sam asked her to marry him.

If she had had her doubts about dating him five years prior, imagine the doubts she had had at that moment.

Her heart screamed in protest.

Quinn's heart didn't beat out of her chest when she saw him.

Her lips never tingled when he kissed her.

Her heart never skipped a beat at the sight of him smiling.

It was not love. It was convenience.

When Quinn pictured her life, she didn't see Sam as her husband.

She was in New York teaching young children addition and long division, not playing the good wife making her husband dinner and cleaning the house while he went out and made the money.

But her head was saying yes.

This was what was supposed to happen. Marry a boy after college, have a baby, die in a nursing home.

Her parents wanted her to marry this boy. They were the "it" couple, everyone envied them. Ken and Barbie, as a brunette used to call them, although then it had a negative connotation.

It was the right thing to do.

Sam was sweet and loved her more than she would ever know, but in the end she said yes because he was there, he was knocking at her door and no one else was.

Sam had beamed, spinning her around and kissed her hard on the lips before announcing to the world that he had finally captured Quinn Fabray, like she was some prize at the county fair.

Now, she stood in her kitchen, her hand frozen underneath the scalding hot water, remembering how she got to that point.

Was this it?

According to her parents, it was. She had found a good man who would take care of her and had enough money to last her a lifetime.

It should have been enough, but it wasn't.

She wasn't happy. She didn't jump out of bed in anticipation for the day. She dragged herself out of bed to make them breakfast and give Sam his coffee and newspaper before sending him off to work.

No, this couldn't be it; there had to be more to life than this. There had to be more.