(AN: So…. I didn't get ANY reviews for the last chapter… And it made me super sad and unmotivated. So please REVIEW for this one. I think this might be my last chapter for this, now that I've covered all the main characters.)

"It's A-OK, cause we're gonna beat you down. But it's A-OK cause you know we rule this town!" I yelled with the other Cheerios, shaking my pom poms and jumping up and down. It was a classic cheer of ours. One of the ones passed down from Cheerio to Cheerio until no one really knows where it came from.

I'm so happy being part of the group. Yeah, Glee's all right but this is where I'll always feel most at home. But with the way my life's been going lately, I knew it wouldn't take long for that to crash and burn too. Sure enough-

"Quinn! Stop shaking those pom poms, little mama," Sue, red in the face and sprouting devil horns, yells across the field. "What do you think you're doing out here? You know how I feel about evidence of new life." She points disgustedly at my noticeable baby bump. I cross my hands in front of it. "You're going to make me up-chuck that quarter-pounder I had for breakfast. Now get off my field!"

I look back at the other Cheerios. Santana, and for some reason Rachel Berry, walk over sadly, Santana holding something behind her back.

"Don't forget this," she says, pulling a crying, squirming baby out from behind her. I try to hold it comfortably but can't seem to get a good grip.

"WAIT!" I call after her, but she and Sue and the rest of the team and that gleek have all disappeared.

"Ready to go, baby?" I feel Finn's hand on my shoulder and turn to him in relief, excited to see a friendly face. I immediately regret it. Finn is scruffy-looking, unshaven, dirty, and wearing some kind of jumpsuit uniform.

I hold the baby, who is still screaming, to me and look down at my own clothes. The soles of my shoes are falling apart. My tan stockings both have runs. I'm wearing an aqua colored waitress uniform, complete with stereotypical white apron and probably a matching hat.

Then I hear Puck's voice whispering in my ear.

"Who's the Lima loser now?"

I wake up startled, throwing back the sheets and pulling up my silk pajama top to stare at the beginning of what is going to be a major milestone in my life. It's still there. The kid's still coming. Too late to stop it now, Quinn. It's going to swallow me and my perfect high school life whole.