#quinndependence

Rachel couldn’t help the smile that came to her face as Santana wrapped an arm around her. They walked into the warmth of the gallery, waving when they saw Quinn heading toward them.

“You made it!” Quinn said, sweeping over to hug them.

“Of course we did, Q!”

“Your first gallery opening?” Rachel asked. “We had to be here.”

Quinn hadn’t told anyone. The year had gone so well, save for a few mishaps, and now they were on their way. Now she could really plan things out, see what was in store.

Finn- She cheated on him with Puck and got pregnant, he was sneaking around on her a little bit with Rachel, she lied to him about the baby it was a mess. But there were sweet moments.

Puck- He got her pregnant and eventually she moved into his place after Finn found out, he told her he doesn't dig on fat chicks, tried to make out with Rachel, was still sleeping with Santana, dated Mercedes out of nowhere. She called him an idiot and moved in with Mercedes. It was also a mess. There were some sweet moments but not many.

Sam- She eventually cheated on him with Finn. More sweet moments than the first two, way more.

Finn again- He started liking Rachel again towards the end and broke up with her at a funeral. A lot of sweet moments this time around, still didn't end well.

A 40 year old skateboarder- Only thing known about this guy is Quinn dropped out of society over the summer and dated him between seasons 2 & 3. Nothing about this relationship could possibly be good.

Puck again- She didn't really date him this time around, she tried to use him to get back at Shelby and he tried to have angry sex with her because Shelby dissed him. He did realize she was unstable but didn't really do anything about it. Then she randomly kissed him in the finale to help him pass a test.

Joe- He got boners while helping her do her physical therapy which is gross, and then she started dating him until he faded to the background. 

Her collage professor- No, just no.

Santana- They Didn't date, just had sex twice.

Biff- A rich douche bag who didn't even know the real her.

Puck once again- Because it worked out so well in the past, have fun with that.

I'd like to see Quinn be the strong independent feminist "who don't need no man" that I know she's capable of being. She's an amazing character who they've treated like crap.

They keep Putting her in crappy relationships, with the exception of Sam 

She got pregnant at 16, possibly 15 because her birthday is  February 1st, 1994

She was kicked out of her house

Kicked off the cheerios

Dumped at a funeral

Joined the skanks

Struggled with some intense depression 

Got rejected by Sam

Rejected by Puck

Got called "The devil I knocked up" 

Got rejected by Shelbys glee club

Got in a car accident and was temporarily paralyzed 

Was nearly tackled out of her wheel chair by Finn just because she held herself up using the sink.

I could go on

They should have given Quinn an awesome satisfying ending where she was single and happy with the prospect a being in a relationship in the future when she's a successful lawyer or something. She needs to stay the hell away from Lima and only associate with Rachel and Santana in NYC.

Santana would never compare her wife to any canine being, ever. That said, the ferocity with which Rachel was searching for her latest obsession could only be described in terms of "blood hound". She watched as Rachel got more and more frustrated with their laptop.

"It's Google!" she yelled. "It has to know where to find them!"

"Er…baby? Quinn brought those back from Japan. I don't know—"

"Call her and see if they ship!"

Santana highly doubted that whatever random street vendor Quinn bought the cookies from shipped internationally. But like hell was she going to say that to her super pregnant wife. She kissed Rachel on the cheek. "Sure babe." Shuffling quickly down the hall, she took refuge in the laundry room and dialed her bestie. "I blame you," she said without preamble.

"I haven't been back long enough to do anything," Quinn said. "What's up?"

"You got Rachel addicted to those cookies!"

"The ginger chocolate ones shaped like tiny cows?"

"Yes, bitch! And now my pregnant wife wants more, and can't find them anywhere on the web. You want to know how many names she called Amazon?"

Quinn laughed. "Ask nicely and I might be able to help you."

"Please?" Santana begged. Her pride could go fuck itself—she just wanted to keep Rachel happy.

The next day, Quinn showed up with a box roughly the size and shape of a snare drum. It was full of the cookies.

The younger girl literally squealed when she saw it. "Thank you, Quinn!"

Santana hugged the blonde. "I owe you one," she whispered. "But how…?"

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