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Lima 2010
Quinn Fabray used to be top of the food chain. She was queen bitch dating a high school football star and captain of the cheerleaders. Of course this was before Rachel bottom of the food chain, sweater wearing, man hands Berry. Quinn hated Rachel Berry except, she didn't. That was what bothered Quinn the most. She watched Rachel get slushied and laughed. She also watched as Santana gave her a verbal beat down and enjoyed it. But in reality, she wanted to grab the jocks that slushied her and throw her pom poms at them and Santana. But, she didn't. She tried to forget about Rachel she really did. She threw herself into a relationship with Finn, got drunk and slept with Puck, lied about it and tried to carry on being queen bitch. But she couldn't. Rachel found out and told Finn, Finn flipped out, Puck carried on sexting Santana and she just gave up. She watched Rachel prance around with Jesse until graduation. She focussed on her daughter, which she realised she couldn't give up. Brooklyn Beth Ella Puckerman was the highlight of her life. So as Quinn finished packing and put her clothes and Ella's in the car, she took one last look around where she stood and said goodbye to Lima. California would be different. She just knew it.
California 15 years later
Quinn watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The only family member who bothered to stay by her was dead and that made Quinn want to scream and shout and tell God it wasn't fair. But she looked at Brooke who stood beside her holding her hand. Brooke's blonde hair was up in a ponytail like Quinn had once had however, Brooke had one piece of hair that flowered in front of her left eye. Blue eye's just like her mother, her mother's nose but Pucks cocky smile.
"Mom are you okay?" Brooke asked.
"I'm okay." Quinn lied, squeezing her daughter's hand.
"Quinnie?" A tired and old voice asked behind her, before Quinn turned round she knew it was her father.
"Hello Dad." Quinn said blankly.
"How are you?" He asked politely, Quinn's mom beside him gazing at Brooke.
"Fantasitc..." Quinn sarcasticly began before Brooke cut her off.
"You're my grandparents?" Brooke glanced at Quinn.
"Yes." Judy Fabray answered quickly. "What's your..?"
"Brooklyn Beth Ella Puckerman." Brooke held out her hand and shook Russell and Judy's hands smiling.
"You look exactly like your grandmother as a young lady, such a shame she passed away." Judy said with a fake empathy for the situation.
"She was like a mom to me." Quinn gazed coldly at her mother.
"Quinnie we were just scared, you should come back to Lima and see how much it's changed, it would give us a chance to spend time with our granddaughter." Russell pleaded with Quinn which shocked her, Russell Fabray didn't plead.
"I don't know." Quinn shrugged.
"Mom, maybe it would be good for us...I could see dad." Brooke looked at her mother now, Quinn knew how much her daughter missed her father. Puck came to visit as much as he could but he didn't have enough money half the time, so many empty promises of visits that broke Brooke's heart.
"Okay." Quinn said giving into her daughter.
"We fly out tomorrow." Judy grinned.
"We don't have tickets." Quinn sighed.
"We will pay, go pack Quinn you are coming home, meet us at the airport at 9:00 sharp Quinnie don't be late." Russell bellowed and walked away with his wife by his side.
Quinn walked back to the car her daughter trying to keep up. She stepped into the black jeep. Brooke watched as her mother turned the car on and began to drive to the house they had been living at since they had got to California. Quinn's grandmother had a small, cozy house. She had helped raise Brooklyn and now she was gone. Quinn's eyes began to fill with tears.
"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to upset you." Brooke frowned feeling guilty.
"Sweetie, it's not you, I'm going to miss your great grandmother a lot." Quinn sighed.
"So am I." Brooklyn took her mothers hand.
"I'm going back to Lima." Quinn said letting it sink in. "I'm going back to Lima."
"Mom why don't you like to talk about it?" Brooke asked, Quinn kept driving and let thoughts of Rachel Berry take over her. Her smile, her voice even her horrible fashion sense.
"Mom?" Brooke asked.
"Let's just get home and pack." Quinn said cutting the conversation short.
"Okay." Brooke frowned, she would get it out of her mom no matter what. Even if it cost her, her first car.
To Be Continued
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