American History was Quinn's last class of the day. She sat there chewing on her pencil and staring at the clock above the door waiting for the bell to ring. Time was moving far too slow, she almost swore the second's hand moved backwards a few times, but she was probably just delusional from being so tired. Struggling to keep her eyes open she started doodling but I guess that wasn't enough because she still dozed off missing the bell. Mrs. Collins tapped her shoulder frightening Quinn that she jumped out of her seat. Embarrassed, she quickly stood up and tried to leave the classroom but she couldn't quite yet. Mrs. Collins wanted a word with her before she could finally escape this hell they call school.
"Quinn are you ok?" Mrs. Collins asked her with concern for the girl.
"Yep, just tired," Quinn replied without looking her teacher in the eyes because she knew it was a lie. Sure she was tired, but was she ok, most definitely not, from everything that happened last year, getting pregnant to eventually getting kicked out of her house, and all the drama with Finn and Puck. Her father finally let her return home after she gave up the baby, but things still weren't the same like before. She wasn't the perfect child that her father wanted and she never will be, according to him. 'You've made far too many mistakes Quinn and will never amount up to what Frannie was and will be. You are lucky to have a place to live if it wasn't for your mother demanding I take you back in.' Those harsh words from her father's mouth constantly ran through her mind. They always tried to be civil with one another, but Quinn would say something wrong and her father would start yelling and she would scream back, it never ended well. This vicious cycle in the Fabray house put her over the edge sometimes and she just wanted out.
"Are you sure Quinn," Mrs. Collins asked again, she knew Quinn was lying but wasn't going to force it out of her, "Your grades have been slacking and you seem distracted lately."
"I guess I just need to study and get more sleep," Quinn responded trying to sound sincere so Mrs. Collins would let her leave already.
"Alright, well have a good weekend Quinn," She gave her a quick smile that Quinn returned.
She was more than relieved to get out of that classroom and just wanted to start her weekend away from everyone and everything. She rushed through her locker to gather her belongings and as she turned around she ran into the one and only Finn Hudson, who seemed to be standing at her locker waiting for her. What a weirdo she thought.
"Sorry," she muttered while trying to sneak past him to avoid conversation, but the big air head didn't catch the hint that she was in a hurry.
"Quinn, wait!" Finn called at her, "Do you want to come to a party at Puck's house this weekend? All of the glee kids are going to be there, it should be a fun time.. maybe we could go together, like on a date?"
"I'm not really in the mood to party Finn, thanks." She told him as she tried to escape once again. Why did he keep pursuing her, they broke up last year because she cheated on him with Puck and ended up getting pregnant. Why would he want her back, and the better question is why does he think she wants him back. She was completely grossed out by him and didn't understand why she dated him in the first place.
"Well can we still go out maybe?" He asked.
"No." She gave him the cold shoulder and just walked away. So taken aback from the straightforward response, he had nothing to say and left it at that.
Quinn kept on walking with her head down trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else she might know. She wanted to get home and hide herself from the world. Her recent problems seemed to come on suddenly. First she started distancing herself from her friends, then she wound up quitting cheerios and started failing some classes. She only still remained in glee because it was a chance to have some more time away from her family, and in all honesty she liked the glee kids, well most of the glee kids. She enjoyed her time there and enjoyed singing, it felt like the only time she could actually express herself was through song. But no one could figure out what was actually bothering her, and no one dared to ask because all anyone ever received when they tried was an angry response. Mainly because Quinn didn't know herself what bothered her either.
When Quinn arrived home she found Judy, her mother, drunk and passed out in front of the TV set. This scene became a normal one for her every day she came home from school. She either found her mom passed out, or really drunk watching some sappy love story and weeping. Quinn sat down on the couch besides her lifeless mother and started flipping through the channels to find something decent to watch. Nothing in particular caught her eye so she just tuned into the Ellen Show. The celebrity guest star today was the one and only Broadway Star Ms. Lea Michele. Quinn loved Lea, she reminded her of Rachel Berry. She swears Rachel will be just like Lea one day, Rachel is just as talented as Lea and practically almost as gorgeous as her too. Although she can't stand Rachel sometimes, she has to admit she is very talented. Just as a commercial came on, Quinn's dad walks through the door. Great, her favorite person. If only he could be passed out too, just like her second favorite person is right now.
"Oh, I see your mother is passed out again," says Russel as he pours himself a drink, only to get in the same situation as Judy is now.
Quinn raised her eyebrows thinking it's only a matter of time before he gets overly drunk too.
"What are you watching, Glenn Beck is coming on soon." Russel asks his daughter, as if he actually cares because he clearly doesn't. He sits down and takes the controller from her.
"I'm watching The Ellen Show, leave it on, I am waiting to see Lea Michele." Quinn replies quite annoyed that her father just barges in and takes over the television.
"Why are you watching that garbage, you don't need to hear any preaching that woman gives off about her and her, disgusting lifestyle." Russel said emphasizing lifestyle as if being a lesbian is some sort of sin, but in Russel's eyes it is and he expects his daughter to follow the same belief as him.
"Oh my God Dad, are you serious I just want to watch the celebrity appearances. It will be over before Glenn Beck comes on, don't worry," Quinn shouted in frustration at her father's bigotry and ignorance.
"Well I'm sorry Quinnie, but you aren't watching it," Russel insisted, "I can't allow my daughter to be drug into these thoughts that being gay is okay, because it's not and you have to remember that."
"She's not even talking about that Dad! And actually being gay is okay, and Ellen didn't teach me that, I taught myself that because I am not a bigot like you are." Quinn screamed at him with so much frustration that her face boiled red with anger. She didn't understand why her mother hadn't kicked him out already, that's why she was drunk every night to avoid him but sadly Quinn couldn't and wouldn't take that route. She simply locks herself in her room, which is what she was about to do now until her dad demanded she come back.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray! What has gotten into you lately!" her father was now on his feet and waving his glass of champagne around while screaming at her. "This dammed glee club you joined is putting these ideas in your head that being different and weird is ok, and it's not! Why aren't you more like your sister?"
"Oh wow, always bring up Frannie! Perfect little Frannie who is God knows where, far away from here because she wants to get away from you, like everyone else in this house does, hence why mom is passed out on the couch." Quinn screams back on the verge of tears. She hates being compared to her sister every single day.
"Frannie is out getting an education because she graduated top from the class and was with the cheerios winning national championships, not in some stupid glee club that will never amount up to anything. I demand you quit that club and get back on the cheerios. Maybe they will set you straight again." Russel ordered his daughter.
"Screw you," Quinn shouted as she ran upstairs and slammed her door.
This became a normal routine for Quinn. Coming home, having some stupid argument with her dad, and running up to her room remaining there the rest of the night. On the day's where this didn't happen were rare, and usually included no contact with him to spark the fight. Now here she was again, just laying there in bed with tears running down her cheeks. She buried her face into her pillow and started sobbing then screamed as loud as she could. She hated her father so much.