To anyone who has been following this story I have made the decision to take it down and rewrite it. I will be editing each chapter, some will also be deleted, added, or extended. Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this story and everyone who has anxiously stuck by waiting for it to be done. The plot will be the same. There will be some changes made to make the story flow better.
Quinn walked down the hallway of McKinley high like the God she knew she was. She kept her chin up, chest out, and any sign of emotion hidden from the world. Quinn held her books to her chest hiding her assets from the boys who fawned over her. She liked to give them enough to look at, but also leave room for the imagination. The blonde would smile as she walked giving them hope that maybe she would talk to them. But she only spoke to Finn, the dopey jock she lugged around with her. He was the quarterback, and she was the head Cheerio. A perfect match. At least that's what her parents thought.
The reason Quinn stayed with Finn was the constant pressure her parents put on her to maintain the image of a perfect life. It was important for the Fabray name to represent perfection.
Everyday when she came home her mother would walk into the living room and ask if she had imprinted yet. When the answer was no, her mother would look at her and say, "Well, perhaps tomorrow."
Quinn could feel the disappointment and shame festering in the sentence day after day, so she couldn't leave Finn. It she did she might never have a civil moment with her mother again.
Quinn always told her parents what they wanted to hear. They would ask how Finn was doing, she would say fine. Some days she would update them on the football team's wins or losses, or a date Finn had asked her to go on, but she would reveal no more than that.
Her parents insisted that the two were star crossed lovers, they would be together and would be wed as soon as Quinn finished college. Her life was planned out for her. From the moment Quinn was born Judy and Russell Fabray knew who Lucy Quinn Fabray was and who they wanted her to be. But, Quinn could never be the girl her parents wanted.
The first problem was her sister, Frannie. The golden child. She possessed everything her parents wanted in a child. Poise, intelligence, fertility, attractiveness. Frannie had led the perfect life, Captain of the Cheerios, Celibacy club president, student body president, and to top it off the valedictorian.
Frannie and her mat, Duncan, had imprinted right away. They met Frannie's junior year in high school and waitied to imprint until the day they graduated. A few months later they were married and Duncan was mad a partner at his father's business. Lima's one and only Super Weenie Hut. To Quinn that was not an impressive title, but to the Fabray's, anything that made money was a worthy title.
The second problem was that Quinn had been failing at every challenge her parents threw at her. To the eyes of McKinley, Quinn had her life together, but at home it was a much different story. Quinn was kept to a high standard. She must receive high marks in every class. Nothing below a ninety-eight percent. Quinn had failed twice. The first time had resulted in a cigar burn on her right forearm. She had to wear her winter Cheerios uniform for two weeks. The second failure had resulted in her father corning the blonde in his study and hitting her with the first thing he could grab, which was a large marble paperweight from his desk. She had escaped with only a few bruised ribs. Luckily, her father knew better than to hit her face.
She must be involved in at least three extracurricular activities, two of which she needed to be a leading role. Quinn had achieved that by becoming the captain of the Cheerio's, and the president of the celibacy club just as her sister had. She also joined glee club. It was an easy decision. Finn had been recruited by Mr. Schuester. At first she was apprehensive. Standing around singing didn't seem like something Quinn wanted to do. But the glee kids were all so kind and supportive when she joined she decided to stay.
The third problem was that Quinn already had her mark. Two small letters on her inner wrist that read 'RB'. The blonde couldn't remember a time when she didn't have them. But her parents never acknowledged them or told her where they came from. They would only continue to push her to imprint with Finn. As much as the blonde wanted to do as she was told, she could not .
Instead, the blonde focused on staying involved and keeping her grades up. It wasn't what she wanted to be doing, but she had to make sure she made her parents happy. For her own safety and a one-way ticket out of Lima, Ohio.
Quinn stopped at her locker to exchange her ethics binder for her English binder and made her way to class. She wrapped her arms around her binder and walked down the hall, the students parting like the sea as she did so. As she walked she felt something sticky on her wrist and when she pulled her arm away from the binder to look at her wrist. Her mark had turned bright red and the plastic coating had melted onto her skin.
The blonde clutched her binder under her left arm and used her other hand to rub the sticky plastic off her skin. She pulled away realizing that her skin was hot. The blonde looked around her to see if anyone else was experiencing something similar but, everyone walked around her as if nothing had happened at all.
Not wanting to make a scene, Quinn hurried towards the nearest bathroom to assess the situation further but as she made her way down the hall, she felt a body collide with her own. The collision sent her binder flying and landed on the floor with a loud slap. The entire hallway went quiet for a moment until the students realized that someone had dropped something.
"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you with that." A timid voice came from the girl across from her. Quinn was about to thank the girl for her help but her words were lost when she saw the girl's wrist reaching down for the binder. "LF" screamed back at Quinn in bright right.
Time seemed to stop as the realization came over her. Quinn was standing in front of her mate. The blonde was afraid to raise her eyes and see the face of the girl who would change her life. But she couldn't resist. Quinn was met with chocolate brown eyes that smiled back at her. They were so warm and welcoming that the Cheerio got lost in them until she realized that the brunette was still bending down to pick up her binder for her. "Here," the girl said as she handed Quinn's binder back to the cheerleader, "I hope I didn't hurt you."
As the blonde took the binder she was forced to see the mark once again. It was still burning red and as Quinn pulled her arm back, she could see that her own wrist was still red.
Quinn wanted to respond. She wanted to say thank you. She wanted to know who she was, where she came from, if they had met before. She had so many things on her mind, but the only thing she could think of was that her mate was a girl.
The girl's face fell a moment later, "Are you okay? You look a little pale."
Quinn attempted to nod, signaling she was okay, but everything was happening so fast. Time had gone into warp speed. The only thing the blonde could think of to do next was run. The Cheerio ran in the other direction as fast as she could and never looked back.
