(AN: I just saw a video on you tube with this pairing and it gave me this idea. I plan on making this a full story, but only if people are interested. The first few chapters will focus on Quinn, you'll see why.

This story takes place during "Born This Way" on Glee and in the Twilight-verse, it will take place during Eclipse, specifically it starts during the scene where Riley comes into Bella's home and nearly attacks Charlie.

This first chapter is just a background of what's happening with Quinn and how she ends up leaving Lima. The second chapter, will be more…interesting.

Warning: There will be some self-harm in the next chapter. So if that's not you're thing…but don't worry, it's only one scene.)

School had ended hours ago but Quinn Fabray was still slumped against a wall in the middle of the semi-dark hallway, crumpled Lucy Caboosey posters in her hands. Tears streamed down her face, something she couldn't seem to control. Her head was still reeling with the fact that the one secret she had hoped to go to her grave with was now out in the open for all the world to see.

Now everyone knew just how much of a fake she was. Lifting her head up from her knees, she hastily swiped at her tears, in hope that it would quell her own crying but found her attempts futile, which in turn just made her that much more upset with herself. Through teary eyes, she looked around and noticed for the first time just how many of her handmade Fabray/Hudson prom campaign posters filled the hallway. She pushed herself off the floor and walked over to the closest one. She studied it carefully, remembering the long hours it took for her to make each one of them (not to mention the cost). Now she started to wonder why she'd even tried so hard, making things that would only end up in the trash. No matter how many posters she made or didn't make, it wasn't like that was going to determine her success for prom queen.

Even though she had tried so hard to stay confident and positive about the whole campaign, from the moment she started the whole thing, there had always been a small voice in the back of her head asking her, Do you really think you have a chance?

Everyone hates you, do you really think people are going to vote for someone they hate?

Stop trying so hard and just forget about this whole affair, it will save you a lot of heartbreak.

But did she listen? No, of course not. That was one of many faults. She never listened to her conscience even though it would always end up biting her in the ass later.

Sighing heavily, she began walking up and down the empty hallway, tearing all her prom campaign posters off the walls before tucking them under her arm with the Lucy Caboosey posters. She was stupid to think that people would vote for the girl who always looked down at others and paraded around the school thinking she was better than everyone else. She was such a hypocrite. She'd made more mistakes than anyone at this school, probably in the history of McKinley.

She walked past one of Lauren Zizes' prom campaign posters and shook her head at the very idea that Lauren might have been right. Now that her dark secret was out, people were just going to hate on her even more. The very thought of being ostracized again, made hot tears sting the corner of her eyes.

She stopped in front of the trashcan and tossed all her campaign posters in the bin. She took one glance at the Lucy Caboosey posters in her hands and grimaced. Lucy Fabray hadn't been a happy little girl; that's why she dyed her hair, got the nose job, and exercised until she was no longer fat.

But now, after reflecting on what has transpired so far in her high school life, she realized that Quinn Fabray was not a happy young lady. Maybe she would've been better off as Lucy Fabray, for Quinn Fabray was a hell of lot more miserable than she remembered Lucy ever being. She hastily began tearing the posters into tiny pieces before throwing them in the trashcan and walking away.

When she pulled up in the driveway of her house, Quinn noticed her mother's car also in the driveway. She turned off the engine and stared up at the house in front of her. These days, coming home was her least favorite part of the day, mainly because of her mother. When her mother had asked her to come back home after leaving her father, Quinn knew their relationship wouldn't be as it once had been. But she didn't expect her mother to treat her like trash.

They were practically strangers now, two strangers living under one roof. As soon as she stepped inside her house, (which really doesn't feel like home anymore) she walked down the hallway, not bothering to call out her mother like once used to. She found her mother in the living room, sitting in her favorite chair, glass of scotch in one hand, one of those tawdry romance novel in the other. Quinn has become accustom to this picture ever since her father left. "You're home awfully late," her mother started, her gaze never flickering up from her book.

Quinn nodded and headed upstairs to her room without a second thought, muttering something about studying under her breath. She long gave up on trying to make small talk with her mother anymore since she'd get about as much out of it as she would by talking to a wall. Even though it had been her mother's idea for her to come back home, the distance between them couldn't be greater.

Once she was in the safety of her own room, she tossed her shoes aside before kicking the door closed behind her. She set her bag onto her desk chair and then pulled her cell phone out from the pocket. She glanced at the screen, partially surprised that she had a few text messages from Finn. Just seeing his name on the small screen made her feel somewhat better.

The first message read, How are u?

The second read, Call me if u want to talk. U know I'm here for u, Q. She smiled to herself. Even after a day of fighting, she could always count on him to make her feel better. She was about to reply to his second text when a knock came to her door. She sighed heavily and placed her phone on her nightstand, feeling somewhat irritated. "Come in."

Now what could her mother possibly want?

She turned around just in time to see her mother standing in her doorway, one hand wrapped around the doorknob, as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.

"Out of scotch?" she couldn't help but ask, deciding that it only plausible reason as to why she could be up here.

"Very funny." her mother replied, dropping her hand from the doorknob and crossing the room until she sat down on the edge of her bed. "How was school?"

Quinn looked at her mother, eyebrow arched. Since when does she like to make small talk? Maybe she's had a little too much scotch for today…

"It was fine." she replied with a shrug, a little unsure of where this all was going.

"Are you sure? There isn't anything you want to tell me?" She had that tone of voice that parents got when they know something that their kids don't think they know.

"Not that I can think of." Quinn said quietly as she pulled off her cardigan and neatly hung it up on the back of her chair.

From over her shoulder, she could hear her mother sigh, before saying, "Something interesting happened today as I came home from work…there was a poster on our door."

Quinn froze and felt her stomach drop. She didn't say anything, not that she could, and waited for her mother to continue.

"It was of you….when you were younger." She could've swapped the word 'younger' for 'ugly' and Quinn wouldn't have noticed.

"It read, 'Lucy Caboosey for Prom Queen'." her mother continued, "I didn't think anyone knew about your little secret, honey."

"People found out about it today…believe me it was out of my control." Quinn muttered, mindlessly organizing her already spotless desk.

"Oh?"

Quinn sighed, nodding her head before turning around so that she now longer had her back to her mother. "I provoked some girl at school and she dug up some dirt on me and told the whole school to get back at me."

Her mother sighed in frustration and pushed herself off Quinn's bed, "You just love to cause a scandal, don't you? First your pregnancy, then getting mono, now this? Are you that desperate for attention?" Quinn stared at her mother in shock, her mouth slightly agape. Did she really just say that? Unbelievable!

"You think I wanted this to happen? Ju…Just because I want attention? Are you insane?" Her throat began to burn as her voice got louder but she didn't care.

Her mother seemed to ignore her comment as she continued on shaking her head, "You just have to be the center of attention, even if it costs you your reputation! I thought we raised you better than this, Quinny! Do you even care that word of your bad reputation is getting to the parents of some of your classmates, whom happen to be my friends… the people we go to church with? Your actions reflect badly on me! You've all but ruined our entire family's reputation in less than two years! Did I do something to you that made you hate me this much and want to make me suffer so badly?"

Quinn couldn't believe that her mother was making this about her! Her mother started to pace back and forth in front of her. "The women in my bible study are going to have a field day when this news get to them and they find out that you were…"

"Go ahead and say it!" Quinn all but shouted, startling her, "Say it mother, say when I was ugly. When I was fat and disgusting…"

Her mother rolled her eyes at her, "For goodness' sake, Quinny, don't be so overdramatic/ You know I would never say something like that."

Quinn had never been so tempted to slap someone, even her own mother, in her whole entire life. "I don't even see why I try, all you care about is yourself and your reputation." She whispered, angry tears flooding the corner of her eyes.

Her mother ignored her again (what a surprise). "I don't even know what I'm going to do with you! What's next Quinn? Huh? Going to get a job as a stripper or maybe just steal from a bank? Just anything to ruin what's left of this family's good name!" she exclaimed in exasperation. Quinn could not help but continue to shake her head in disbelief at every ridiculous thing that tumbled out of her mother's mouth. Huffing in frustration, her mother gently brushed away the tears that threatened to ruin her makeup before looking at her seriously. "I think it's time you get away for awhile, Quinn. Get some space, because obviously you're not happy here."

Quinn blinked, staring at her mother incredulously. "Are you kicking me out again?"

"Don't be silly. You need some time away. Maybe you can spend the summer with your aunt and uncle…" her mother sniffled as she tried to fix her makeup in Quinn's mirror.

"But I still have a few more months school," Quinn started, moving around so that she stood behind her mother.

"Well you're always complaining how summer is too short," her mother replied, looking to Quinn's reflection rather than turning her head and talking to her face to face.

"I can't just leave school like this, I have finals and…". She was going to say prom but at this point she really didn't give a damn about it anymore.

But then there was also Nationals, but then again, she really didn't care about missing that either.

"Your aunt and uncle can enroll you in a school over where they are for the rest of the semester, you'll be fine." Her mother assured her.

Was she really serious?

"I'll call up your Aunt Kate and your Uncle Max right now, they've always been fond of you. They'll be sure to agree to this." Before Quinn could even get a word in edgewise, her mother crossed the room and left, her footsteps vaguely heard as she headed downstairs. She could not believe how easily her mother planned on getting rid of her.

Needing a moment to herself, she plopped down onto her bed and tried to get her brain to properly process their whole conversation. Live with her aunt and uncle for the next couple of months, until school started up again? Sure she loved her Aunt Kate (how could she not, she was the polar opposite of her sister and Quinn's mother) and her husband, Max, was a very kind man and always knew how to make Quinn laugh, but that didn't necessarily mean she would want to leave her hometown to stay with them God knows where.

But unfortunately, the more she thought about it, the more she started to think that maybe there was some logic to her mother's insanity. Maybe it was for the best.

Maybe getting out of Lima for the summer is just what she needed. It wasn't like anything was keeping her here. She'd been fighting so much with Finn that he'd probably be glad to be rid of her just so he would be able to spend the whole summer with Rachel Berry. He'd probably take her to Prom too. Just the thought of them together on the most magical night of their high school lives made Quinn want to burst into tears again. But she wouldn't allow it. She'd already done enough crying as it was.

She pushed the horrible image of Finn and Rachel at prom to the far corners of her mind and glanced around her room. Even though she'd lived in this room her entire life, she found that she hated it with a passion. The wallpaper was lavender, a color she loved, but it wasn't the color that bothered her. It was the numerous cheerleading, dance, and gymnastic trophies that adorned her shelves that she hated. Her mother never allowed her to take them down even though they were years old. She claimed that they were something to show off and be proud of.

Quinn looked up at the wall above her desk, which was filled with various pictures, most of them of her and Finn, some of her and the Cheerios, and one or two of the glee club (with Rachel's face scratched out, of course). Seeing all those pictures just made her that much more keen on getting away from everything and everyone in this stupid town she called home.

Before she could even ponder the thought of ripping down all her pictures and maybe taking a hammer to all her trophies, her door burst opened, causing her to spin around. Her mother stood in her doorway yet again, her hand still holding onto the doorknob, with an unsettling smile on her face. "Your aunt and uncle would be happy to have you. They said that you can stay however long you want."

Quinn nodded understandingly, although a small part of her had wished they said no.

"I'll see if I can get you the first flight out of here." her mother said happily, with a little too much pep in Quinn's opinion, considering that she was just shipping her daughter off to a far away place.

Which led her to ask, "Where are they living now?" She had always known her aunt and uncle to be like gypsies, as her mother put it, always traveling but never living in the same place for too long.

"Some small town in Washington." her mother replied offhandedly. "They say you'll love it there."

Her face fell. Washington?

As in Washington where there was grizzly bears, horrible weather, and Sarah Palin?

Wait no, that's Alaska.

She snorted. Alaska, Washington, whatever. They're practically the same place.

One long plane ride later…

.

Quinn walked into the living room and stopped to take in her new home. It wasn't as big or lavish as her house, but it had that homey vibe to it that her own home never had. Her body gravitated more toward the fireplace, in hope of reclaiming some of that body heat she'd definitely lost on the drive over here. As she admired the photos of the various places her aunt and uncle had visited on top of the fireplace, her aunt came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, startling her.

She turned to meet her gaze and found that her Aunt Kate had that worried look only mothers got as she asked, "Are you okay, honey? You've been awfully quiet." She nodded and mustered up a warm assuring smile in response. This seemed to satisfy her aunt, for she dropped her arm from Quinn's shoulder and then proceeded to show her the upstairs while Uncle Max finished bringing in her bags.

Quinn followed her aunt as she gave her a tour of the upstairs and nodded along as she stopped to explain some of the pictures up on the walls. She tried not to let her smile falter at any given time, for her aunt's sake, but she was starting to find that easier said than done. She had hoped that once she was out of Lima, her spirits would lift and she would be able to forget about this rough phase of her life, but instead found herself feeling worse than she had before, if that was even possible.

Taking notice of the window at the end of the hall and the rain lightly tapping against it, she sighed. The only difference from Lima was that the weather seemed to mirror her mood here.

Maybe this was a sign. Maybe that, like Forks' weather, these feelings of hers were always going to be present. Was this what it felt like to be in a depression? God, the mere thought of being one of those people made her want to slap herself. She couldn't be depressed. She was Quinn Fabray for Christ's sake.

But then again she certainly had a lot to be depressed about.

No.

She immediately pushed all thoughts of depression or relating to it out of her mind and followed her aunt into her new room. She was surprised to see that the walls were lavender, like in her old room, but it differed because the color was painted on and there was not an ounce of wallpaper in sight. Thank god.

"I really didn't have much time to plan your room but I think it came out nicely, don't you?" Came her aunt's voice.

She nodded in agreement. It was nice, really nice. It looked more like her than her old room did. Her Aunt Kate walked over to her side and squeezed her shoulders. "Things are going to get better, Quinn. I promise."

Quinn smiled at her aunt's words and gave a faint nod, wanting to believe her words, with all heart.

But unfortunately, things weren't that simple.

AN: Review, please!