Les Circonstances D'Amour
I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR its CHARACTERS, RYAN MURPHY DOES. I ONLY TAKE CREDIT FOR A FEW OC'S.
STARTS OFF KIND OF SLOW BUT JUST FOR WARNING THE FABERRY RELATIONSHIP WILL COME EVENTUALLY, I WANT IT TO SEEM REAL AND NOT TOTALLY CLICHÉ KIND OF WAY..
When you hear Quinn Fabray anywhere in Lima or more precisely in McKinley High, you think of "stuck up bitch", "popularity whore", or even just "HBIC". I think they really over-exaggerate about me, nut hey they are victims of my rage and bullying so I can't really talk … One of those victims is Rachel Berry.
After a whole of therapy, I think its ok to blame my parents for my personality and everything else. Hell I blame them for my condition, my hate, my trust issues… But they're my parents; their job was to screw me up somehow. By condition I mean the fact that I'm physical not normal, the fact that every time Mother Nature decides to give me a present once a month, my body painfully grows a penis. Fucked up I know, Dad blames Mom, Mom blames herself because she's too afraid to say anything to Dad. It's just a big mess...
Not to mention the fact I'm gay, and in love with a person who would not only reciprocate because she'll think that I'll be using her but she'll think I'm crazy as well. One day I'll tell her, hopefully she'll forgive me, Rachel has to…
But today, I'm being thrown out by my lovely father because my therapist told me to come out to him. My mother already knew about this, she found playboy magazines underneath my bed …. I know cliché right….
"Dad I don't know what the big deal is! "
"You won't speak to me in that tone young girl, I either force the gay out of you or you get out!"
"Russell, she's our little girl, she's troubled you know that, don't make her move out, she'll learn the mistake of her ways..."
"Oh come on Mom! You knew! You told me it was alright, that you would love me no matter what!"
"Judy! Control your sinful child before I do something that I'll regret, I'll be in the kitchen, get her out of here!"
"Quinnie..."
"You don't get to call me that anymore, you don't care about me, Dad certainly doesn't care..."
"I do care for you Quinnie..."
"I said don't call me that!"
"Alright, Quinn... Go pack your stuff; it's for the best, go stay by a friend's house tonight like Santana..."
"Santana isn't my friend, don't worry I'll deal on my own, like I always have"
"Quinn I love you, I'll find you tomorrow and give you some money alright? Everything will be alright…"
She's my mother, yet I hate her so much right now, why can't she understand my so called father doesn't deserve her, doesn't deserve us…
"Tell my sperm donor that I will never forgive for not accepting me, I knew from when all of this started that his concern for me lessened. No wonder Frannie left so quickly when she got a chance, this so called family. You're both just a sham, an illusion for others to believe we're this perfect religious family. I'll find people who will care for me, love me …"
"Quinn, it hurts for me to listen to you ramble of about how I don't love you, because you are wrong, this here is an opportunity for you to leave, to be free of him. So go … "
Now fully packed, keys in hand and phone in pocket, I have no idea where to go, where to stay for the night. For now I'll just go drive around and clear my mind… phone vibrates after I answer this message I guess...
A friend of mine saw you packing up boxes in your car, I hope you are alright, if you need to talk the door is always open. R
If God is playing tricks with me today, I swear I will kick his ass when I die for it
I'm fine Rachel, but can you meet me by the park? I know we're not friends or anything but I can use someone to talk to for sure. Q
I can't go anywhere my dads took the car to visit my aunt for the weekend, just come over. R
Alright be there in 10. Q
This is just surreal, I know that these past few weeks I've been like kinder to her and all, but she has my number, and feels concerned about me. Now who in the world is this friend who saw me putting my shit in my car?
Now I'm in front of her door, too scared to knock, thinking if I should tell her everything, the reason I'm homeless or not. I wanted to talk… Christ Fabray woman up! Talk it out!
"I hope you won't stay outside the whole time because it's kind of cold and I don't need Finn or Same or Puck telling me I got you sick"
"Rachel I came here to talk about what happened to me today, not about boys with no brains that I have no concern for at all"
"That's the second time you called me Rachel...I like it a lot it's so much better than Treasure Trail or Man hands"
"Rachel, let's go inside so I can apologize to you properly "
"Ok come in…"
This is going to take long, I can feel it...