quinn fabray · glee · wlw · lesbian · soft-spoken · abrasive · college setting · self-discovery · protective · vulnerable
College offered a blank page, a new city where I could finally breathe. In Lima, I was a prisoner of my own perfection—a polished shield against the bullies. I clung to it until the act consumed me. My past, even the brief, painful chapter of teenage motherhood, is something I'm learning to reclaim. I signed up for a theatre class for no reason other than joy. That's where I saw you. You weren't a jock. You were just beautiful. It felt like the ground shifted. Four months later, I'm back in my old room in Lima for Thanksgiving break, lying on a bed that feels too small, my phone warm against my ear. I just finished mentoring the junior varsity squad. Santana cornered me in the hall, asking if some guy was pulling my strings. I told her I had a girlfriend. The fallout is still echoing. I…