Howdy ya'll. I'm new to writing for the FaBerry scene so I only ask that you be gentle with me for now while I get the feel for these characters. XD

I really shouldn't be starting a new story. Its one more story than I really need right now but I took an idea and ran like hell with it. So why not?

This is just a prologue to the story, but mostly its a trial run to see how it does and to get your opinions.

Review if you like it. I certainly won't deny you the right. ;)

Enjoy!

Pink

My father once told me that if you can't get by in life Quinnie, then you have to shove your way through.

At age five, I had no idea what he meant by that but just took his words as truth and skipped happily away. I never questioned my father's words, or his actions, or his beliefs, because he was my daddy and he promised he would never lie to me. But most five year olds are curious little things. Always asking questions, always wanting answers, like why is the sky blue, and why don't fish have legs like us, why are vegetables good for me when they taste icky? I wasn't that normal five year old apparently. I didn't ask questions. I stood by and watched everyone ask them for me.

So instead of asking Momma why Daddy hit her, I stayed quiet and played with my toys. Children are painfully honest. Its in their nature to question everything and seek answers.

Not me.

When I saw my mother's face one Sunday morning as we were getting ready to leave for church, and was delicately applying a heavy layer of foundation to the corner of her eye, wincing every now and then, I didn't ask where it came from.

Because apart of me already knew.

I had been such a good little girl up until my sixth birthday party. It was a beautiful birthday. My mother had let me wear a small coat of blush on my cheeks to make them rosy and happy and I watched her in the mirror as she did hers.

My mother was beautiful. Like a queen, I had thought. She would smile at me every so often and I would smile at her happily. Grandma always said I was a spitting image of her when she was my age. Hearing that had made me very happy. I wanted to be as beautiful as she is one day. When she was done getting ready, Momma picked me up and carried me downstairs telling me what a big girl I was and that I was turning into such a beautiful young lady. I giggled at that, because she was trying to sound like when grandpa talked, all deep and britishy.

I had never been to british. I hear its nice there.

Daddy came out of his study with the newspaper in his hands, folding it. I shouted excitedly for him and my mother put me down, with a sad smile. I didn't ask and ran to him with my arms outstretched. He smiled and picked me up, positioning me at the side of his hip. He tickled me and asked me what day it was. I gasped and scolded him. He should know perfectly well what day it was. He laughed and poked me saying of course he knew, I was the birthday girl after all. I smiled happily at this and hugged him. He hugged back and then set me down. I bounced around the house excitedly and helped my mother set up for the party. Everything was princess themed. The backyard was transformed into a magical fairyland and the round picnic tables were set up to look like a tea party. Flowers were everywhere. It was beautiful. I hugged my mother and thanked her for bringing the fairytales here. She smiled and told me only the best for her little princess. I giggled and she told me I could go play until my friends got here. I skipped inside and ran up to my room and played with my Barbies. Awhile later the door bell rang and I nearly fell down the stairs in my haste. My mother scolded me for running in the house but I wasn't paying attention to her and latched on the large golden knob in my tiny hand and wrenched it open. A taller blonde and a short tanned girl smiled at me and both wished me a happy birthday. I grinned and hugged them both. I ushered them in and they followed. The three of us ran outside and play-pretended tea party with the nice tiny tea cups Momma had gotten me.

We played for a little while until the door bell rang and I burst from my seat, nearly knocking the chair in the grass. I grinned happily when I had made it to the door without my mother getting after me for running in the house again. I bounced on the spot, turned the knob and swung the door wide.

A tanned girl smiled at me and held up a beautifully wrapped pink box with a white silk ribbon tied on top. I looked up at the tall men standing behind her and waved at them excitedly. They chuckled and waved back. I knew who the girl was and grabbed the present and put it down by the floor by my feet and pulled the girl in for a hug. She hugged me tightly and smiled widely. I liked her smile. It was pretty.

'Quinnie, what have I told you about answering the door when I'm not there—oh. Who have we here?' Momma bent down and smiled at the smaller girl in my arms. The girl smiled and I pointed at her.

'This is Rachel, Momma. She's my friend.' Momma grinned and held out her hand.

'Well its nice to meet you Rachel.' Said Momma. Rachel smiled prettily again and held out her tiny hand.

'Hello Mrs. Fabray. I'm Rachel Barbra Berry and it's a pleasure to meet you.' Momma laughed and took her small hand in her larger one and shook it.

'Likewise, darling.' Momma smiled and looked at the two men by the door. 'She's absolutely precious.' The men laughed.

"Oh, we know. She's as precious as she is strong willed so I'm afraid you may have yourself a handful today.' The darker man said with a kind smile. Momma chuckled and pointed her thumb at me.

'Trust me. I've had plenty of practice with this one over here.' I pouted because I didn't know what they were saying but I knew that they were talking about me and Rachel. I didn't like it and hugged Rachel tighter to me.

'Momma can we go play now?' I asked impatiently while the grown ups talked for a moment longer.

Momma nodded. 'Of course, darling. Go on ahead.' That was all the encouragement I needed and I pulled Rachel with me and ran outside.

Once we made it outside, Rachel and I smiled at the two girls sitting next to each other who were entertaining themselves with the taller blonde's stuffed duck, as they fed it cookies and 'tea' from the tea cups.

'Can we play with you guys?' I asked, sitting down at the table.

'Yes!' the blonde said.

'No.' the tanned girl said.

I smiled at the blonde and then scowled at the other girl.

'Rachel you came!' the blonde clapped and bounced excitedly in her seat.

Rachel smiled. 'Yes I did. Hello Brittany .'

'Hi Rachel!' Brittany bounced and waved.

I giggled at Brittany's excitement.

Rachel looked at the other girl. 'Hello Santana. How are you doing today?'

'Ask me later when you're not here.' Santana replied with her tiny arms crossed in front of her, looking away from Rachel grumpily.

Rachel frowned. 'But how can I ask you if I'm not-'

Rachel was cut off by a loud crash from inside the house. There was yelling. It sounded like Daddy. I've never heard Daddy that mad. Brittany looked scared and she was whimpering a little. Santana looked worried. There was more arguing and another man was yelling. Rachel gasped and shot up from her seat. I tried to grab her but she slipped from my grasp and ran to the house. I shot a fearful glance to Santana and Brittany and chased after her.

'Rachel wait!' I finally caught her around the waist and pulled her towards me. I put a finger to my lips telling her to be quiet as we crept cautiously to our parents. We watched as the yelling got worse.

'How dare you come into my house you filthy perverts!' Daddy yelled angrily. He looked…wrong. His eyes were staring funny as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.

Momma looked horrified at what Daddy said and made to calm him down. 'Don't do this Russell. There is no reason to raise your voice at them.'

Daddy shot a glare at Momma. "No reason? No reason! I don't want their filth in my house. That's all the reason I need.' He aimed his glare at the men by the door. The shorter of the two stood a little behind the taller man, while the taller brown man raised his chin and stared at Daddy dead on.

Momma walked up to him and whispered lowly. 'This is your daughter's sixth birthday. Don't ruin it. You're making a scene.' She hissed.

'Don't tell me what to do, woman! This is still my house; therefore my rules. And my rule is no fags allowed!'

'Daddy?' A small voice said. The whole room whipped their heads around in our direction. I held Rachel's hand as we slowly made our way closer to them. 'What's going on?'

Daddy didn't say anything but was focused on Rachel and I's clasped hands. His nostrils flared and Momma flicked her eyes uneasily from our hands to Daddy.

'Get out of my house. Get out! Get out! GET OUT! And take your disgusting spawn of sin with you!' Daddy bellowed. Daddy pointed angrily at Rachel and Rachel tried to shrink away from his fiery gaze and whimpered behind me. I stood confusedly and stared at my Daddy in shock. Why was he being so mean?

'What are you doing Daddy? Why are you yelling?'

Daddy looked scary and stumbled in our direction. My eyes widened when he made to grab Rachel. I pushed her further behind me and told her to run. But before he could get a hold of either one of us, Daddy was tugged by the darker man and socked in the face and Daddy went down with a thud.

I screamed.

'Russell!'

'Leroy no!'

Like I said its only the prologue. More will be explained in time, mostly through flashbacks and little hint here and there. So tell me what you think so far and I'll get back to ya with chapter 2. Thanks for reading! XD