It had been two weeks since Quinn’s life had been turned upside down for the second time this year.  Rachel took it upon herself to spread the news that Quinn had been lying about her baby’s father and the blonde’s world hadn’t been the same since.  Immediately after the revelation, she and the rest of her emotionally charged Glee Club members had to perform, without a set list, at Sectionals.  Then she found herself packing all her belongings, yet again, to move into yet another unfamiliar house. It was safe to say Quinn Fabray was no longer living the good life.  Honestly, she wished she had a good reason for lying in the first place.  She was ashamed she cheated on her boyfriend.  She cheated because she was lonely.  Her boyfriend had a newfound fascination with Rachel Berry.  Puck just so happened to be there and, God knows, he is everything Finn isn’t.  When that pregnancy test came back positive, she panicked.  Never in a million years did she expect Puck to step up and be a dad, so she took the safe route.  She lied to Finn because she knew he would do the right thing.  Her plan was flawed, yes, but she didn’t think she had another choice. These events had been floating around in her mind everyday since it happened.  She was angry.  She was sad.  She was embarrassed.  But, most of all, she was regretful.  She wanted to talk to Finn so many times, but never could muster up the words.  What do you say to someone who you hurt so badly?  She often found herself lurking at her locker a little longer that usual, in hopes of catching a glimpse of him.  They haven’t interacted much in Glee. It’s as if Mr. Schue has separated them in all dance routines on purpose.  Truth be told, she’s been trying to keep tabs on him.  She’s watched him and Rachel grow closer -- which doesn’t surprise her.  She tries to cease her thoughts; she does still have to focus on her education, after all.  But, it’s as if Finn can sense she’s thinking about him because as soon as she shuts her locker, she notices him opening his.  The blonde takes a deep breath, knowing that she needs to clear the air with the boy who she once loved.  She pulls the books in her hand tightly to her chest and quickly makes her way to her ex-boyfriend.  Before she loses her nerve, she blurts out a soft “Hi.”  Her eyes dart from the floor to his face before she continues, “How are you?” / @astrnts

She spots him as soon as he walks in.  It’s hard to miss the blonde mess of hair atop his head.  She watches as he and his family sit down in one of the back pews. Mom. Dad. Him. Little brother. Little sister.  She sees them laughing with each other.  Hell, they look like the perfect family.  And for a second, she’s flooded with envy because, well, she used to have one of those.  In any case, she avoids making eye contact like it’s the plague, yet again, reminding herself of what happened last year.  She’s not going to make that same mistake.  She swears off boys right then and there and it’s a good thing she’s in a church because she needs God as her witness.  Her thoughts cease when she hears her mother call out her name in an attempt to alert Quinn that mass is about to start.  She swiftly turns her head back in the direction of the altar boys walking down the aisle.  Before she realizes it, the priest is droning on and on about a Bible passage she doesn’t exactly care to remember.  Frankly, her mind is elsewhere.  And every so often, she finds herself glancing back in his direction, for reasons unknown.  She thinks at one point she catches his attention, causing yet another blush to creep on her cheeks.  She doesn’t know why.  He speaks Navi, for God’s sake.  But, for whatever reason, all she’s been replaying the last few days is how he complimented her eyes.  Speaking of eyes, in the blink of one, the sermon is over and Quinn’s mom scurries over to her friends, no doubt trying to convince them that her daughter isn’t the town slut anymore.  The blonde finds herself isolated in her pew, much like how she spent her summer.  She takes another risk and glances to the back of the church again.  She finds Sam in the crowd of parishioners almost instantly -- except this time he’s as alone as she is.  She can’t pinpoint where his family ventured off to, but she soon finds herself standing and smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress.  Before she can even think about her actions, she’s reached her destination. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the red shushie in your hair.”  She says, greeting him with a small smile.  / @astrnts @bstrdsofyng 

2015/11/14 ASTRONAUTS