Heyy guys! This is my first fic ever and I hope y'all aren't too disappointed and that I haven't butchered this any farther then I already have. Enjoy and please review and let me know of any mistakes/criticism you would like me to know!
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I laughed inwardly. I hid that little mysterious smile while Quinn went on about her family and how messed up it was and how perfect life was for me. I guess being pregnant has its perks sometimes, for other people.
Was this seriously how other people saw me? That even though I was bossy and dramatic, my home life was perfect. That I had parents that were there for me and kept documented photos and keepsakes of me. I laugh because my life isn't like that at all really.
The perfect family. Strange isn't it. Nobody is ever perfect, not really. I had two gay dads and to the world they were just two men, in love, taking on the challenge of parenthood. They were tackling this world head on and defying everyone around them. I loved tem more then anything in this world, but was it enough? My dad owns his own business with private jets flying to both Rome and Paris. I've never been allowed on them. Daddy is a fashion designer that moves people with his work. I don't own a single piece of his art.
You see, at a very young age my fathers expected perfection from me and I soon learned to expect it from myself as well. Later, I came to find that my feelings and my thoughts were better kept to myself; don't voice anything. No emotion or thought is shared because other peoples view on our perfect world could be tainted. But even if people see perfection, it's not really there. It never was.
My family is funny really. We all have our paths cut out for us. My dad has another partner in Rome and another in Paris. Daddy has a severe alcohol problem complete with horrible mood swings. I am the lead in New Directions along with my boyfriend Finn and I still keep tabs on my ex, Jesse St. James.
You see we each have our own role to play and we have learned to play it well. Too bad it's all fake. Too bad my life has turned out this way. Too bad it seems that I may be the one whom has perfected this game of ours, a façade if you will.
In my own little world of perfection, I'm not perfect. Not even close.