"I'm gay," for a moment Quinn felt relief at saying it. She no longer had to work so hard to hide a part of who she was. This feeling of relief was short lived as a feeling of anxiety washed over the blonde's body as she waited for her parents to say something. A solid minute of silence had passed as Mr. and Mrs. Fabray tried to comprehend what their daughter had told them.
Mr. Fabray finally whispered something. "I'm sorry," Quinn asked hesitantly. "I said, you're not gay," Mr. Fabray stated louder and with more force.
Tears were stinging at the back of her eyes, but refused to let them spill over. "Yes I am Dad. I always have been."
"God you just live to be a disappointment don't you," Mr. Fabray growled. " I refuse to have a dyke for a daughter. You're going to Camp Sacred Heart tonight, go pack your bags."
Quinn stood in shock. She had been prepared for a negative reaction from her parent, she had even expected it, but she didn't think they would send her to a pray away the gay camp. In a last ditch effort, the blonde turned to the woman sitting on the couch, "Mom?"
Mrs. Fabray looked at her daughter with a deer in headlights look. "Do what your father says honey."
Still in a state of shock, Quinn made her way upstairs to her room where she cried her eyes out for half an hour before wiping her eyes and going to pack her things, knowing that arguing would do nothing and all she could do was go quietly with her dignity.