It's Always the Same
Intro
Summary: One phone call is all it takes to change everything. Future St. Fabray, Finchel
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any characters, or objects associated with the show or its owners.
One minute, that is all it took to completely and totally change my life. The past was about to be a huge part of me and my family's future.
It started off as a fairly normal day for me, Quinn St. James. I woke that morning to my four year old daughter jumping on the bed, something I hated and loved at the same time. After two cups of coffee and a nothing-short of hectic morning, my husband, Jesse and I walked our two daughters to school. We had a quick brunch at one of our regular spots, and after he went on his own to the theatre for rehearsals and I went back home to do a little cleaning and laundry. It was halfway through my two loads of laundry when it happened.
The phone rang loudly through our townhouse as I jumped a little to myself, accidentally dropping a wet towel that was meant for the dryer in the process. Slightly frazzled, I picked it up off the floor and threw it in with the rest of the wet clothes before cautiously walking to the kitchen to pick up the phone. I sighed in annoyance, hoping this wasn't another call from the school about my oldest. She was a bit of an ice queen like her mother. I lifted the cordless phone off its cradle and punched on the answer button before placing it to my ear.
"Hello?" The fake happiness in my voice was less than convincing. One of the very few things I hated about living in the Upper East Side is the amount of mothers with nothing better to do than call and gossip about each other for hours on end. I wonder which one of my bored friends it was this time.
I briskly walked back to the mud room as the person on the other line started talking, "Hi, this is Dana Falls and I'm a social worker for the state of Ohio and I am looking for a Miss. Quinn Fabray?"
"This is she, but my last name is St. James now." I answered back, using my free hand to shovel the rest of the wet laundry into the dyer. I slammed the door shut with my hip and turned it on.
"I apologize, our last documents showed that as your last name. I had previously called what I assume was your residence at the time of your daughter's adoption and spoke with your mother who provided me with this number. I am glad to have finally reached you." I nearly dropped the laundry basket I was holding when I heard the word adoption come out of the woman's mouth.
I gave Beth up over 14 years ago, why was I being contacted about her now? I hadn't seen the child since she was two days old because of her adoptive mother's request for a closed adoption. Silly me, I was young and naive and regret not being able to see my true 'oldest' daughter grow up.
"I'm not trying to be rude but why are you calling me? Is this about Beth?" I tried to use a soft, questioning tone; but it came off more as demanding than anything else.
"Well, yes, this about the girl you gave up for adoption to a woman by the name of Shelby Corcoran. Ms. Corcoran was involved in a car accident and she didn't make it. I am the social worker assigned to your daughter's case and am calling to inform you that as stated in her will, she has left the care and guardianship of Beth to you, Mrs. St. James."
As the woman spoke, I felt my knees go weak. Letting the last sentence sink in, I slid down the wall outside of my bedroom. I felt my breath begin to steadily increase and my heart started to pound in my chest.
I ran a shaky hand over my face and my voice croaked out, "When did she die?"
"Two days ago. Beth has been in foster care since the accident. We'd really like to know now if you are going to be able to take her or else she will be entered into the foster care system and be put up for adoption once again." Dana spoke quickly, almost too fast for me to be able to comprehend.
"I just, I mean.." I paused, blinking back the few tears that had managed to stay in my eyes. "I don't know what to say, I honestly never thought I would see her again, Shelby was so hell-bent on Beth a simple childhood without any problems or confusion and then she leaves her to me? I'm shell-shocked to say the least."
Dana laughed on the other line, "I'm usually assigned to these type of cases, although I have yet to see your exact type of case before, I know this can be shocking. But I need an answer within the next 24 hours. So talk it over with your husband and give me call tomorrow morning so we can start making plans either way."
I nodded to myself, before verbalizing the question that had been itching to come out since I heard my daughter's name. "How is she doing...I mean Beth. Is she okay?"
"Okay as a 14 year old girl can be with losing her mother and finding out that she was adopted, all within a few hours of each other." Dana admitted, as I felt my heart begin to ache. I aggressively wiped the fallen tears off my cheeks before speaking softly into the phone, "I'll talk to my family and we will come to a decision tonight."
After jotting down Dana's number and a quick goodbye, I pressed the off button on the phone and threw it on the black coffee table in front of me.
As I fell back onto the couch I grabbed a throw pillow and drew it close to my chest and cried into it. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare? But it was much worse than I could ever imagine because it was reality; my new reality.
A/N: So this is my first time writing a Glee fanfiction. I had this story in mind for another group of characters but after I feel in love with Glee when it first started and watching Quinn's story play out I knew that it would work for Glee. And I also have grown to LOVE St. Fabray. Let me know what you guys think, and I will let you know now that by no means is this going to be a fluff story. Finchel will be in the next couple chapters and Puck will eventually make an 'appearance' in several chapters as well. This is really just a REALLY short intro to test the waters.