All of the Hill and Evans children were males until Judy came. Then she married and had a daughter, Quinn. She was, officially speaking, not a Hill and was a Fabray. Her middle name was Hill of course, but still. She grew up rather freely. She was free from having the name "Hill" attached to her being.
"Quinn H. Fabray." She would say that whenever asked her what her full name was. She usually avoided saying "Hill" unless it was required to do so.
She never felt like a Hill anyway. Nobody in her family except her parents loved her, or at least make her feel like she was loved. Her father died early because the Hills refused to give him financial help for his medication (he had cancer) because he was "going to die anyway."
Her family members never supported her dream of being an actress. She scored some auditions but her family found a way to destroy her chances. They kept saying that to be happy you must succeed, and the only way to succeed was to focus on business.
"I'll show them," Quinn muttered to herself as she drank her smoothie, "I WILL succeed but in my own way. I'll be happy but not like that. I'll bring them pride and joy but not like that."
"Are you sure you don't want to drink?" Santana Lopez asked her. "I'm pretty sure you have a problem."
"I do. That's why I'm not drinking, dumbass." Santana snorted. She was slightly drunk. "Well, you're right. Who knows what you'll do next? Remember the last time you -" "Yeah, yeah. Stop reminding me about it."
"Okay, O Holy One. But let me know if you want alcohol, okay? I'll be with... ummmmm... who was she again?" Santana asked herself. She was starting to get really intoxicated.
Quinn's eyes widened. "You're a lesbian?" Santana just laughed and walked away.
"I'll never know about that girl." She was about to drink her smoothie when a blonde-haired boy grabbed and started sipping it. "Hey!" Quinn screamed. "That's not yours... and that's not cheap!"
He grinned and gave it back to her. "You know, if you're trying to hit on me then you should just make small talk and flirty jokes but that. Was. Not. Cute."
"Who said I was trying to hit on you, Miss..." "Fabray," she quickly finished his sentence. "Quinn Fabray." She rolled her eyes.
"Look, I was just curious why you went to a bar and didn't drink," he told her. She said, "What about you? You seem sober." "I am, because I do stupid things when I'm drunk."
"Well, there's your answer," she replied.
"I already know your name. Don't you want to know mine?" She smiled. "Okay fine, whatever."
"Sam Evans."
It took her a while to process this, and when she realized he was no ordinary guy she smirked.
"Want to meet tomorrow?"
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