Notes and warnings:

This is a G!P fic, so if you don't like, please don't read it. It will also be multi-chapter and will have more of a story line with some smut thrown in here and there. Please review. I appreciate any feedback.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Glee, and I'm not making anything out of this. It's all just for fun.

[ Chapter 1 ]

Loud music is blasting through a large home in a private cul-de-sac neighborhood. Cars are parked in every available space in the large driveway and surrounding streets.

Young people of all ages can be seen hanging outside the house, on the front yard, at the rooftop terrace, on the second floor balcony, and a lot more inside the mansion.

Alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks are flowing freely and snacks of all kinds are distributed all over the house in different areas.

Kids are dancing in every available space. Others are making out in dark corners, staircases, and couches. Some are watching a football game on the big screen TV and loudly cheering for their teams. A few are quietly chatting in smaller groups, and a handful are playing all sorts of party and drinking games in different areas of the spacious home.

A tall blonde boy tosses a ping pong ball perfectly into a cup of beer, winning the beer pong game for his team. His teammates pat him on his back as they all chug another cup of beer, and then prepare to start a new game of beer pong.

In one of the occupied bedrooms, 17-year-old Quinn Fabray is heatedly making out with an attractive red-haired girl in a skimpy black dress. Their hands are frantically exploring each other's body.

Quinn runs her hands on the other girls back, unzipping her dress. She moves her hands down the red-hair's thighs, lightly grips on the hem of the dress, then pulls it over the other girl, undressing her and revealing matching red panties and bra.

Quinn gets harder at the sight before her, and they connect their lips again and continue to make out at a furious pace. The blonde moves her lips down to the red-hair's neck and sucks on her pulse point causing a loud moan on the other girl.

"Oh god, Quinn."

Quinn smirks at the reaction she's causing on the other girl and continues to suck on the girl's neck, marking her, as she unhooks the girl's bra. She moves her hands to cup the girl's breasts and kneads them lightly producing a louder moan from the other girl.

The red-hair's hands start unbuttoning Quinn's jeans, pulling the zipper down. She swiftly pulls the blonde's pants down along with her boxers, freeing her erect member from its confinement.

Quinn was born with a penis. Her parents initially thought they had a baby boy, but as she grew older, the doctors confirmed that she was all female except for her male genitals. It's a very rare condition that only occurs in less one percent of the world's population, and aside from that, Quinn is a very healthy female.

Her parents embraced her condition and they love and support her unconditionally. Because of her family's support, she learned to accept her condition as well and is very much comfortable with her own body.

Quinn is not ashamed of it at all. In fact, she's proud of her not so little friend, especially after realizing that she's bigger than her male peers. It also helps that she gets a lot of action from the females in her school.

Some are curious about her condition. Others are fascinated, while some just plain have a crush on Quinn. She is a very attractive young woman. She's popular, smart, and rumor has it that she's really good in bed. So Quinn finds herself in a lot of parties including this one, which is apparently deemed the best party of the year.

She arrived a little late to the party with her younger brother, Sam, and after a few drinks and dancing with a few random girls, the red-haired girl – Tracy? Stacy? Quinn cannot remember – pulled her into an empty room, closed the door behind them, and jumped on Quinn.

Quinn sighs as her erect member is freed. A hard-on in tight jeans is never comfortable.

Stracy – Quinn decides to call the girl that name – kneels in front of Quinn and without a warning, wraps her mouth around Quinn's penis, grabbing the rest of the hard member that is not covered with her mouth between her hands. She slowly bobs her head up and down the large member.

Quinn moans at the sensation and buries her hands in the girl's red hair. She starts thrusting into the girl's mouth slowly at first making the girl choke a bit each time she forces her dick as far down the kneeling girl's throat.

It isn't the best blowjob the blonde's ever gotten but it was enough to get her going and ready for more. She starts thrusting into Stracy's hot mouth faster, holding the girl's head in place.

Quinn feels Stracy unwrap her hands from her dick, and then tightly grabs on to her thigh, leaving nail marks on her skin. This spurs her on and she continues to fucks the girl's face.

She feels the familiar pull in the pit of her stomach, but she isn't done with the girl yet. She pulls out of the girl's mouth and tugs the girl up to her feet. She crashes their lips together as she moves Stracy back towards the bed.

Quinn is so horny at this point and she just wants get herself and the red haired girl off. She always gets rough when she's in this mood. She ends the kiss, turns the girl around to face the bed and shoves the girl down.

Stracy lands on her hands and knees with a small yelp of surprise, but before she can say anything, Quinn rips her panties off, and tosses it behind her. Quinn can see how wet the girl is for her. She quickly grabs a condom from her discarded jeans, rips it off, and hurriedly rolls it on her hard member. She pumps herself a couple of times, and then positions herself on the waiting girl's entrance.

Quinn enters the girl in one harsh thrust and pushes in and out of the girl without giving her time to adjust. She groans at the warm feeling surrounding her dick. She's had tighter pussies but Stracy still feels so good around her. The girl's wetness makes it easier for Quinn to slip in and out.

"Oh god, Quinn. So good. Harder.." Stracy cries as she firmly grips on the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white from clenching too tightly.

Quinn knows she's hitting all the right spots inside the girl and her pride swells at knowing that she's probably reaching places that other guys barely reach or find. She grabs on to the girl's waist for more leverage as she fucks the girl harder.

Quinn groans as she goes even faster, pounding into the girl like a jack hammer. The red-hair's cry of pleasure is turning her on, making her even harder. She feels Stracy tightening around her dick and she moans at the feeling of being squeezed.

Stracy screams Quinn's name as she shakes from the strong wave of orgasm that overcomes her. She collapses in exhaustion, but Quinn has yet to come, and she continues to thrust into the semi-conscious red-hair.

Quinn squeezes Stracy's butt cheeks together and the added tightness gets her closer. She faintly hears a loud knock on the bedroom door, but she ignores it and focuses on her condom covered penis that's going in and out of Stracy, glistening with the girl's juices.

The red-hair unexpectedly comes a second time, once again tightening around Quinn's dick, and she releases her seed into the condom grunting at the sensation as she slowly moves in and out of the now unconscious girl to ride out her orgasm.

The bedroom door swings open before she can even pull out of the passed out girl on bed.

A wide-eyed Sam, Quinn's 16-year-old brother, stands at the door, unfazed by the scene before him. "Sis, we have to go now."

Quinn frowns as she pulls out of the girl, rolls the condom off, and tosses it into the trash bin beside the bed. "Sam, I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"I can see that, but the police are on their way."

"Shit." Quinn curses and rushes to grab her jeans and boxers and puts it on in record time. It helps that she never took off her shirt, which saves her time with getting dressed.

She is out of the door following after Sam in no time without a second thought at the unconscious red hair in bed, but making sure to close the door behind her so that the sleeping girl can hopefully rest without interruption.

The two blondes sprint down the hall and stairs, pushing people aside on their way to the front door.

Most of the partygoers are so out of it and do not even realize that they are going to get busted soon. The sounds of sirens can be faintly heard over the loud music, but are easily missed if you're not paying attention. Most people are not.

It also helps that Sam installed this useful app in his smartphone that pings him whenever a party he is in is about to get raided. Something about hacking into the police system and whatnot, Quinn isn't sure. She just trusts her brother and his geeky stuff, and they haven't failed her yet. They always manage to get away just in time ever since he got that app.

They hastily jump into their jeep with Quinn getting in the driver seat. She pulls away from the house, making the tires screech and burning rubber as she accelerates too hard.

"Quinn, are you ok to drive?" Sam asks warily after noticing his sister's flushed face. He isn't sure if it is because of the alcohol or the sex.

"Yea, I'm good. I only had a few drinks." Quinn assures her brother without taking her eyes off the road.

Sam opens his mouth to add something but closes it when swarms of police cars zip by them, going the opposite way. It is obvious that the police cars are heading to the party house.

Quinn slows down to the speed limit and she tightens her grip on the steering wheel keeping her eyes on the road. They both hold their breath hoping to get as far away without being noticed. They exhale, relaxing a little bit, when the police cars disappear into the night.

The rest of the car ride is quiet as the brother and sister duo get lost in their own thoughts. As Quinn makes the last turn towards their house, the familiar red and blue light flashes behind them.

"Fuck." Quinn curses at the sudden appearance of the police behind them. Their house is a few more blocks away. "Just my fucking luck," she mumbles as she slows the car down and pulls over to the side.

Sam groans beside her, palming his face, and then quickly rubs his eyes to wake himself up a little bit more. Quinn runs her hands through her hair to tame it down a little, hoping to look presentable and sober.

The police officer walks up to the driver side, flashing his bright flashlight on Quinn and Sam, making them squint from the glaring light, until their eyes are able to adjust to the brightness.

"Driver's license and registration please."

"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Quinn asks as innocently and calmly as she can, and moves to grab the car registration from the glove compartment and her license from her wallet.

The officer doesn't answer her. Instead, he focuses the flashlight on Quinn's face and stares at her for what seems like hours, but in reality, is only a few seconds. It is enough for him to suspect that the blonde girl has been drinking. He can also smell alcohol from her breath, which only confirms his suspicions.

Quinn hands him her license and registration. He studies her license first and sees that she's under the age of twenty-one.

"Have you been drinking, Miss Fabray?"

"Uuumm, yea, but only a little bit of sip just to try." Quinn answers nervously, adding in a little white lie.

He looks at her like he doesn't believe her answer. "Can you please step out of the vehicle?"

Quinn is now sweating and Sam is no help at all as he remains in his seat, paralyzed in fear. Before she can reply, the police officer turns to Sam and tells him, "You too, sir."

Sam gulps at the request and nods in acknowledgement. He knows he definitely drank more than Quinn.

Both sibling get out of the car and stand in front of the officer. He asks them to do several tasks to test their sobriety, including a breathalyzer. Quinn is tempted to make a run for it, but she is lucid enough to know that running will guarantee a stint in juvie, so she stays put and does whatever the police officer instructed.

The next thing they know, Quinn and Sam are sitting in the back of the police car with their hands handcuffed behind their backs. They fail the sobriety tests.

"Daddy's going to kill us." Sam sighs as leans back in his seat looking defeated.

"No shit." Quinn groans in agreement.

Quinn is sitting in a jail cell while Sam is in a separate one right beside hers. They're waiting for someone to come get them. They have been waiting for a couple hours now, and Quinn is exhausted. It's already 2am, and she just wants to crawl into bed and let sleep take over.

As soon as they were allowed a phone call, Quinn called her mother to tell her what happened.

Sam is lying down on the bench with his arm over his. He is snoring loudly to his sister's annoyance.

"I don't know how he can sleep in a place like this." Quinn mumbles to herself with a frown.

Footsteps are heard as the door to the room swings open, revealing their parents, walking behind the police officer who arrested them. Their parents do not look happy and Quinn's nerves come back.

The two teens are released after posting bail and they're now quietly sitting in a dark tinted SUV with their parents sitting in the front. Their parents haven't said a word to them since they arrived at the station.

Sam and Quinn glance at each other every once in a while silently communicating how to explain this to their parents so as not to incur a life-long grounding. Several thoughts are running through the teenagers' minds. One of which is dread on what their punishment will be for once again getting in trouble and arrested.

They arrive home and quietly follow their parents inside the home and into the living room. They both sit in the love seat, while their father takes the chair facing them, and their mother disappears into the kitchen, returning shortly with a cup of tea for herself and her husband. She gives him his cup and she settles into the chair beside him.

Russell is sporting his usual stern look as he sets his cup down the coffee table in front of him.

Someone gulps loudly and Quinn isn't sure whether it was her or Sam. She starts bouncing her leg up and down, a habit when she's nervous.

They sit there for several minutes. No one is saying a word. Russell is looking at each them and Judy is quietly sipping her cup of tea.

The silence is deafening and making the teens even more tense and nervous.

Quinn can't take the silent treatment any longer and decides to break the silence.

"Daddy, we're sorry..." She starts to speak but Russell raises his hand to stop her from continuing.

"Quinn, a DUI? You can't keep doing this." Russell interrupts firmly.

Quinn is unable to add a retort to that and closes her mouth, looking down on the ground in shame. She hates disappointing her parents, but she cannot seem to stay out of trouble. It isn't that she's actively looking for problems.

"And Sam, you know better than to allow your sister to drive while intoxicated. You two are supposed to look out for each other." Russell turns to Sam who also looks down in shame.

"You're lucky they let you go with a warning since it's your first DUI offense." Russell continues raising his voice a little, but Judy places a hand to his arm and he calms down a little.

"Quinn, this is your eighth arrest within two years, and Sam, your fourth. We need to seriously address this before it gets out of hand." Russell adds in a more calm and even tone this time.

"Your father and I will discuss this and determine your punishment, but for the meantime, let's go to bed since it's already late. A good night's rest will allow us to think and see clearly, so we will talk tomorrow, ok?" Judy finishes as she sees the exhausted looks of her daughter and son.

"Yes mommy." The two teens replies, and gets up from their seat. Sam goes upstairs and disappears into this bedroom, while Quinn makes a detour into the kitchen to grab a cup of water, which she chugs down all at once. She is parched from all the drama and alcohol from the evening.

She sets the glass down on the sink and turns to go upstairs, but is surprised to see her father leaning against the kitchen entryway. He looks calmer now.

"I'm really sorry for tonight, daddy. I never plan for any of these things to happen." Quinn sincerely apologizes again.

"I know, Quinn. You're not a bad kid, and your mother and I will always love you no matter what. Don't you forget that, ok?" Russell tells her lovingly. All traces of anger and disappointment are gone when he sees how sincere and sorry his daughter is.

Russell knows that his daughter can be stubborn and difficult, because she is just like him, but he also knows that deep down she has a good heart and good intentions. He firmly believes that she just needs a nudge in the right direction to get her life back on track, just like he did when he was about Quinn's age.

Her behavior is nothing new to him because he acted just like she is now, and he can't really blame her for that. He also cannot stay angry with his children for too long.

Quinn nods and mutters an ok, just loud enough for him to hear it.

"Come on, kiddo. Let's go upstairs before your mother starts yelling at us to get to bed."

Russell puts an arm around his daughter's shoulder and leads her out of the kitchen and up the stairs, as Quinn chuckles at her father's words. She knows he speaks the truth and her mother will do exactly that if they're not upstairs in the next few minutes.

Russell smiles at hearing his only daughter's chuckle. He's relieved that his children are remorseful about their wrongdoings but he doesn't want them to sulk forever. He just wants them to learn from them and not make the same mistakes again.

"So how was the party?" He asks with a smirk to further lighten the mood.

"Uumm… It was alright." Quinn replies without offering any details. She isn't sure how much her father knows about the parties she attends with Sam, but almost always, she ends up having sex with some girl. She doesn't think that information is something to share with your parents.

"That's good. Please assure your dear old dad that you're at least being safe." He is definitely not ignorant of what teens do at parties. He was a teenager once, and if Quinn is anything like him, then he has a very good idea of what she does at these parties.

Quinn turns beet red at her father's words.

"I'm just saying, kiddo. I don't think I'm ready to have any more grandchildren." Russell continues to tease his daughter.

Quinn groans, "Oh my god. I can't be having this conversation with you," and buries her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Russell laughs at his daughter's reaction. He is semi-joking. He already has one grand-daughter from his oldest son, Quinn's big brother, and he doesn't think he is prepared for any of his youngest children to have children as of yet.

When they make it upstairs, Russell pulls Quinn into a hug and kisses the top of her head. "I love you, Quinn."

Quinn hugs her father back, "I love you too, daddy." No matter how old she is, she will always be a daddy's girl just as Sam will always be a mommy's boy.

"Well, goodnight, kiddo. You're going to need your goodnight's rest in preparation for our talk tomorrow." Russell gives his daughter a light squeeze then lets her go.

Quinn shudders at the thought of finding out what their punishments are, as Russell stalks away, giggling at the fear his words impart on her, and he enters the master bedroom closing the door behind him, leaving stock-still Quinn in the same position at the top of the staircase.

The next day, the Fabrays are at Sam's football game supporting him and their high school team. Quinn is sitting on the bleachers with her parents on each side. Sam's their quarterback and he's doing a really good job. Their team is leading by fourteen points.

The game is almost over with less than a minute left. Sam throws the football and their wide receiver catches it effortlessly and makes a run for it, dodging oncoming opponents, and completing a touchdown. The entire crowd roars and jumps up on their feet including the Fabrays as their home team wins the game.

The rest of the team runs to the field and celebrates their win by lifting Sam and their wide receiver up on their shoulders. Quinn and her parents watch on with pride, as the crowd disperses from the bleachers and starts leaving.

"Where are you heading to, Quinnie?" Judy asks her daughter as they slowly step down from the bleachers following the crowd.

"I don't know. I'm just going to wait for Sam and maybe grab dinner with some friends. Is that ok?" Quinn, clutching her skateboard under her tattooed left arm, shrugs unsure of what their plans are for the night.

"That's fine, kiddo. Just make sure you and Sam are home by eight. We need to have that talk tonight." Russell replies. They reach the bottom of the bleachers and Quinn gives her parents a quick hug before she heads to the locker room to wait for Sam and her parents heads home.

Quinn sends Sam a quick text letting him know that she's waiting outside of the locker room for him. She jumps on her skateboard on the now empty hallway and works on her tricks to kill time. She is so focused on getting her jumps right that she doesn't notice footsteps coming down the hall.

She is startled by a hard shove against her back and she falls off the board, landing on the floor with a grunt. Her backside may be bruised from the fall. She turns to see her attacker and finds three boys she recognizes from the wrestling team hovering over her.

"What the fuck do you want, Joe?" Quinn addresses the middle one who's the leader of the group, as she gets up on her feet, brushing the dust off her pants and hands. She's annoyed with the interruption.

Joe doesn't answer her and instead pushes her on her shoulder and she stumbles back and winces as her back connects with the wall behind her.

"Fuck, what's your problem, man?" Quinn's senses are more heightened now at the probable threat. She's been in a lot of fights to know what to expect.

"You are the problem, freak. You fucked my girlfriend." Joe yells at her pointing his big fat index finger at her in a threatening manner.

Quinn doesn't flinch at the action, but instead smirks at his accusations. She always thinks of herself as a thrill seeker and this situation is only getting her pumped up. She's not sure which girl she fucked is his girlfriend, but she doesn't care.

"Well, I guess you're not doing a good job at satisfying her if she has to come to me to get some."

Joe roars at Quinn's words like a wild animal and throws a reckless punch aiming for her face, which she quickly dodges. She's smaller and quicker than his larger and heavier wrestler frame.

However she doesn't expect his two friends to attack her right away, so she does her best to dodge their fists. She manages to connect a few punches and kicks as well. The bigger they are the harder they fall but she's still outnumbered.

Joe finally gets her right on the face when she is distracted by the other two wrestlers, and she falls hard. She feels the sharp pain of her split lip and tastes blood in her mouth. She knows she's going to have a black eye as well. Pushing the pain down, she scrambles to get back on her feet before they can land another hit.

Before she knows it, Sam and his football buddies are sprinting towards the fight and pulling the three wrestlers away from her and beating them up really good. The wrestlers are tough though and they put up a really good fight and standing their ground even though they're bleeding, bruised, and outnumbered by the football players.

Quinn gets on her feet and swings her leg to kick Joe right between his legs and he screams like girl, falling to his knees in agony. She punches him right in his face for good measure and he slumps down on the ground groaning.

She is about to give him another kick in the gut when a sharp sound of blowing whistle and loud commands to stop interrupts her. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms grabs her from behind and pins her flush to wall on her front with her hands and arms flat on the wall.

She turns to see what just happened and finds security, coaches, and few teachers pulling fighting teens away from each other. She twists her head to see who's pinning her to the wall and sees a very angry principal standing behind her.

Quinn grimaces and drops her head on the wall with a thud. This is not going to end well for her and her parents are never going to forgive her for this.

Quinn is expelled from school, since this is not her first offense. She has exhausted all her chances and the principal is left with no other choice but to expel her.

Sam and his football buddies who were involved in the fight are suspended for three days, but thankfully, they remain in the football team.

Quinn and Sam once again find themselves sitting on the same couch side by side with their parents sitting in their usual chairs glaring at them. It's like deja vu from the scene the night before. No one is saying anything and their parents are silently sipping on their tea and staring holes on the two morose teenagers.

Quinn's left eye is swollen shut and her lip is no longer bleeding but is definitely split. Sam's nose is broken and is covered in a bandage.

Russell finally breaks the silence, setting his cup down the coffee table. "You're both moving in with your grandmother as soon as the semester is done."

"What?" Sam gasps at the unexpected news.

"Grandma? In Podunk boonieville Ohio?" Quinn whines. This is definitely a surprise. She is expecting her parents to send her to a military school, even a private catholic school run by strict nuns with rulers that they use to beat the delinquent out of you, but definitely not middle-of-nowhere Ohio.

"Yes, Quinnie. Ohio." Judy confirms.

"That's in two weeks. But why?" Quinn fusses. At this point, military school sounds so much better than Ohio.

"Me too?" Sam asks almost begging not to go to Ohio with Quinn. His life is here in New York. He has friends and football and girls and parties. There's nothing in Ohio. What do they even do there for fun? Do they have arcades or comic shops that sell decent comic books?

"Yes, Sam you too. Why? Because maybe a small town is exactly what you two need to stay out of trouble, and your grandmother will definitely know how to keep you two in order." Russell explains firmly, leaving no room for any arguments.

"She definitely did a great job with your father." Judy adds as an afterthought. She admits that when she first met Russell, he was no better, if not worse, than Quinn, but Mildred managed to knock some sense into Russell and he straightened up to become the man he is right now.

Maybe that's exactly what Quinn and Sam need right now, especially Quinn. Both she and Russell are out of ideas and options. They need to do something drastic before it's too late for their children.

The last time they spoke with Mildred, Russell was telling his mother about Quinn and Sam's latest arrest, and Mildred volunteered to take the teens in without hesitation. They were initially unsure about the offer, but after the past two days' events, they decided to take Mildred's offer.

"Quinnie. Sammie. We're doing this for your own good." Judy says softly addressing her son and daughter.

"Your mother and I are worried about you two."

"We can't afford to lose either of you, especially after losing RJ…" Judy chokes halfway through her sentence. She stops to regain her composure as the tears start flowing down her cheeks at the memory of her oldest son.

Russell Junior or RJ for short was the Fabray's oldest son. He was six years older than Quinn, and he was her hero. He was murdered a couple of years ago. He was mugged on his way home from work. The mugger stabbed him before escaping. RJ never recovered from his injuries and died on the way to the hospital. They caught the mugger a few days after and he's now in prison serving a life sentence.

RJ married young and his wife had just given birth to a daughter a few months before he died. The entire family was so broken up about it, and that was also when Quinn started acting out. The arrests and run-ins with the law started not too long after RJ's death. She became difficult, losing her temper quicker with more violent tendencies, always getting into fights, and becoming more reckless.

The teens' mood becomes more somber at the mention of RJ. They really cannot argue with their parents about that. Looking at each other, Sam and Quinn make a silent agreement to comply with their parents.

"Ok. We understand." Quinn resigns, accepting her parents' wishes for both Sam and herself, unsure of what to expect in Lima, Ohio.

Author's Notes:

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