Chapter 1: Still Young
A.N. I have absolutely no idea why I'm writing this, but I was reading a Quinntana smut, you know as one does, and thought it would be cool to expand off it without it being anything at all like that smut. So here, it's multi-chapter but I'm not sure how many. Probably no more than fifteen. Make sure to pay attention to times and dates.
Warning this is super OOC for Quinn, you're going to see a side of her that you normally wouldn't. It's kind of dark and twisted but also cool, calm, and protective. You'll have to get used to it because it's her true self in this fic.
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Song Title: Still Young by Neon Trees
YWAH
But I'm still young
Wide-eyed and hopeless
Yeah I'm still young
I want your devotion to this
Can we kiss like we do in my head
Can we dance like we do on my bed
Oh, like we're still young
July 4th, 1:42 p.m.
"C'mon, Q! Ya shit looks great, real patriotic. Dad's already puttin' the good shit on the grill and everyone is here. We waitin' on you."
Quinn jumped slightly as her cousin popped her head into the guest-bathroom she had been using during her stay. Her cheeks flared creating a stark contrast with her newly dyed hair.
"I told you I was coming, Jaelyn. Fuck. I wasn't going for patriotic I was just going for blue. Hell, I didn't even want it to be this fucking dark." Quinn flipped a couple of strands of hair back over to the right. She sighed before meeting the mixed girl in the bedroom.
Jaelyn wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders and guided her down the steps of the large house.
"You look great. Besides, it'll wash out to the color you want it eventually. It's a nice length and everything, people love the shaggy 'I don't give a shit' look. It even goes with the outfit you picked out."
Quinn looked down at herself with uncertainty. Yes, the makeover had been her idea, but Jaelyn had mainly took the reigns. She had taken the past month and a half to show her what looked good on her body whether it be traditionally mens or womens clothing. Quinn couldn't help but feel a little odd in her new clothes after all those hellish years in baby doll dresses.
Right now she was wearing a plain white tshirt with a light blue, sleeveless jean jacket, with matching blue jean shorts that had been cut off right before her knee. She finished off the look with completely blue Vans brand shoes.
"Wasn't it you who said you were going to start taking control of your life? I've seen a big difference from when you first got here to now. I think it's high time you showed everyone else."
She took a deep breath, maybe she did look good. And if she felt out of place she would eventually get used to her new look.
"Do you think Aunt Betty and Uncle Drake will be mad that I changed my hair?" She asked as she stared at her family and friends having fun in the backyard. Jaelyn was right, the independence day party was already in full swing.
"Nah, if anything, they'll be mad that I let you. Though, there is a certain someone out there that just might jump your bones when she sees you." Jaelyn smirked at the blush that settled over Quinn's face.
"Get it together, Fabray." The recently blue haired girl mumbled to herself. Jaelyn grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face her, "What are we, Q?"
"...Pussy Charmers...you know I hate saying that."
"What do we get?"
"Whatever we want."
"And when do we get it?"
"As soon as fucking possible." A smirk forms on Quinn's face.
"Go get em, Tiger!" Jaelyn slapped Quinn's ass and pushed her toward the screen doors.
"If you ever slap my ass again I will dog walk you across the lawn." Quinn threatened with her signature glare.
"That's the spirit!"
YWAH
Quinn walked over to the edge of the pool, pretending not to see the girl staring at her from across it.
During her time in Malibu she had learned what girls liked and what they didn't, something she wouldn't have ever been able to explore back in Lima.
Boy, did she dread going back to that backwater town, back to the same old people, and same old routine.
She especially dreaded going back to that godforsaken school.
She had tried to convince her Aunt and Uncle to let her finish here in California but they had wanted her to graduate from the place she had started. Quinn had just rolled her eyes and went to brood in her room.
It wasn't just the environment Quinn didn't want to be around, it was the people. Some people she really didn't want to see nor deal with it. Especially, after they see her new look, she knows there would be hell to pay.
The former blonde wasn't going back to that little club, or that slave driving cheer squad. No, she was making new plans and doing things on her own terms.
On the bright side, Jaelyn was coming with her to "help her with her transition" as Aunt Betty had put it. They would be living together and finishing high school then coming back to California after graduating. Not that Quinn would admit it but she was terribly appreciative of her Aunt and Uncle lending out their only child just so she wouldn't feel so alone. Even though she's sort of gotten used to that feeling.
"You're just going to sit here and not talk to me?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at the familiar voice.
"Oops."
The brunette girl rolled her eyes and sat next to Quinn, her feet dangling in the clear pool water.
"Jaelyn told me you guys are leaving soon. Were you ever going to tell me?"
"Didn't feel the need." Quinn shrugged her arms nonchalantly. This was never supposed to be anything more than just sex, and she had told her that. It wasn't Quinn's fault she couldn't pick up the hints. Quinn was hopelessly in love with someone else and would rather die then start an actual relationship.
"Fuck you, Quinn!"
"Been there, done that. If you see Jae on your way out can you tell her to stop telling everyone our business!" Quinn watched as the girl scoffed and stormed off.
She frowned as her head lulled to the side as a result of her Uncle hitting her upside it. He sat down beside her with a frown on his dark lips.
"Have you forgotten all your home training, child!? I've been teaching you to be a gentlewoman all summer and just like that all my lessons are out the window." The tall man gestured widly with his hands.
"Sorry."
"No you aren't. But that's okay. That girl wasn't the brightest pea in the pod." Quinn chuckled at her Uncle's honesty, "Though if you plan on treating your girl back home like that don't be surprised when you wind up with a handprint on your cheek."
"I'm used to it."
"You shouldn't be. Now listen, I'm about to teach you the most important thing I have ever learned as a happily married man and father of a...decent...daughter." Drake trails off as he watches his daughter almost slip into the pool because of her staring at some poor girl's ass.
Quinn giggles at her cousin as her Aunt admonished her daughter.
"Please watch her while you guys are gone, she's going to drive herself into a truck chasing after skirts and break her damn back."
"I'll do my best."
"Anyway, where were we...Oh yes. Woman want a firm hand, someone to protect them, but they don't want an asshole. If you need to tell her what to do to get her out of trouble do it, but don't belittle her or talk down to her in the process. Just help. Oh shit, that was good. I should right that down."
Despite her laughter at her Uncle's antics, Quinn stores that information deep inside her ever-working brain.
YWAH
August 7th, 6:03 pm
"Welcome to Lima." Quinn said with a roll of her eyes. Her Uncle drove them to their new home with his wife sitting comfortably in the passenger's seat. His wife, Betty, was Quinn's Mother's slightly older sister. Quinn wouldn't hesitate to say she loved that woman more than her own mother.
They arrived at the house quicker than Quinn would have liked. It was on the same street as her old one but she could tell it was much different. She's still not sure why her Aunt and Uncle didn't just get the two an apartment but those two moved in mysterious ways and she wouldn't question it, especially because they didn't have to do any of this at all for her.
Drake parked the Escalade in the spacious drive through and gestured for the three woman to get out of the car.
Quinn looked across the street out of habit. She noticed the white Escalade in the driveway, next to the bright pink smart car. Quinn frowned, she could have sworn they broke up. What was she doing over?
Her attention is brought elsewhere by her Aunt. Betty guides Quinn to the front door, she exchanged conspiratorial glances with her husband, the exchange going unnoticed by Quinn and her slightly younger cousin.
After a quick tour of the house, Betty and Drake prepare to say their goodbyes.
"Before we officially say goodbye we wanted to give you two some things." The two confused seventeen year olds follow the adults into the one part of the house they hadn't originally gone through. The garage.
It takes everything in Quinn not to scream at the sight before her. She could hear Jaelyn practically drooling next to her.
A blue and white Honda CBR motorcycle with matching helmet sits pristinely next to a red and white Dodge Challenger. The teens stand with their mouths agape.
"You can touch them, they won't break."
It's obvious which one is for who. Quinn had been not so subtly dropping hints about how she just so happened to have a motorcycle license but no motorcycle, and Jaelyn had just outright told her parents she wanted a car because she's a spoiled brat.
"Alright you two, please stay out of trouble. Especially you, Quinn. You're emancipated, Jae could do it but you'd be the one to go to jail." Quinn nodded, she planned on doing terrible things, she just wouldn't be caught doing any of them.
"Make sure to talk and communicate when you're not with each other. If one of you winds up dead, I'll kill you both." Betty made sure to look them both in the eye. The cousins gulped, that HBIC glare really ran in the family.
"We'll call about twice a month and don't forget phones work both ways. You call us if you need us I don't care if it's three am on a Sunday morning." The teens nodded.
Drake pulled Quinn off to the side while Betty practically suffocated her daughter in hugs and kisses.
"I can count on you to protect my baby girl, can't I? I know she talks big game but I'm afraid she's starting to peak on me."
Quinn chuckled, Jaelyn was almost Rachel Berry short but possessed the confidence of a six foot seven inch NBA player.
"I got her. I won't let anything happen to us."
"That's what I like to hear. C'mere, kid." He pulled Quinn into a tight hug and kissed the top of her head, "I love you, blondie."
"I love you too, but I'm not blonde anymore."
"Nah you're still blonde in my heart. In fact you're the only blonde in this room."
"Aunt Betty's blonde."
"Is she? Is she really?"
"I heard that, Drake!"
Quinn laughed loudly at the look on her Uncle's face.
She waved at the couple as they finally left.
"Let's take these things for a drive, yeah?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
YWAH
The teens pulled into the Lima Bean, they were oblivious to the pair of eyes on them as they ordered their drinks, then left to ride around more.