Revised the whole first chapter, changed the whole story. Reviews are appreciated! I'm trying to get better.

Disclaimer; I don't own Glee.

Judy

"It's not natural, Judy." Russel's voice was hushed but harsh, standing off to the edge of the playground, away from the other parents. His eyes slanted towards his 6-year-old daughter speaking to a neighborhood boy underneath the monkey bars. She twirled the end of her dress as she looked up at the boy. Robert Herman was the snobbishly rich son of one of Russel's acquaintances. The boy carried around his money on the off chance that he'd have the opportunity to brag about his wealth. Judy watched as the boy took out his wallet and handed their daughter a hundred dollar bill with a blank expression. "People are going to start asking questions."

"We've had her tested twice." His wife replied, a shake in her voice. She was afraid. She knew what would happen if Quinn turned out to be one of them. Russel wouldn't be able to hush the rumors. If he couldn't keep their reputation clean, he'd get rid of what tarnished it. She watched the exchange between the two closely, silently hoping the older boy would laugh and playfully snatch the money back.

"It looks like she doesn't have any trouble manipulating things in her favor." Russel spoke sharply, the spiteful tone in his voice was obvious as Quinn skipped away happily as Ronald looked after her confused. After a while, something clicked in his expression and he turned to the two older Fabray's, storming towards them with a raged expression. Russel clenched his jaw at this and stepped forward to meet the boy, muttering to his wife, "I put up with your deformities, I'll be damned if my daughter is the same."

"Your kid just hustled me." Ronald's face was red, his chest puffed out. He showed no respect to the older couple, pushing his finger into Russel's chest with the accusation. "Call her over here to give me back my damn money, Russel."

Russel sighed, biting his tongue. Judy knew her husband wanted to deny it and simply brush the boy off but Ronald's father could ruin him. One word to his father and the town would call them thieves or unfit parents, raising a delinquent. He squared his shoulders to give the impression that he had a bit of dignity left and called for his daughter who was showing off her new possession to the other small children. It wasn't like any of them hadn't seen that kind of money before, but it wasn't like their parents actually gave it to them. She bounded over to them with a wide grin, but it melted away as she neared and saw her father's expression.

"Lucy," The older Fabray squatted down to his daughter's height, hand extended. "What have I told you about asking for things?" He mumbled out of ear-shot of Ronald.

Quinn pouted at the hand in front of her, "B-but he gave it to me, Daddy. I didn't…"

"I didn't ask what you said. I asked what I told you."

"No asking for anything." The young girl looked down and whispered her words, placing the bill in her father's hand with hesitation.

"Good girl." He patted her on the head and stood straight, handing the money back to its original owner, "Just a misunderstanding, Ronny. She's sorry."

Ronald snatched the money from Russel, "Ronald. I'm not casual with thieves." He growled before stomping off. Russel looked after him with a glare.

"Time to go home." He grabbed Quinn's hand roughly and tugged her towards their car, causing a slight whimper to come from the little girl. Judy scurried to the bench, scooping up their bag and apologizing to the other wives for their abrupt farewell.

Quinn

"You poor thing…" An 11-year-old Quinn Fabray heard the words mixed with a thick Hispanic accent as she woke up. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyesight to the bright lights of the unfamiliar lobby. A tall figure looked down at her while shaking its head. She sat bolt upright and started to scoot away from the person only to realize that she had been laying on a couch and her back met the arm of the couch. The figure came closer.

"No, no, no. Do not be afraid." His face was still blurry but Quinn could tell that this was the owner of the voice she'd heard moments before. She rubbed her eyes with her fists as she struggled off of the couch. Her instinct to run kicked in as she tried to analyze her surroundings, spotting an open doorway ahead of her. She turned towards the man once again, now seeing him clearly as she backed away towards the doorway. He was really tanned with curly black hair. His hair was sticking up in different directions. It would make sense since he dressed as if he just got out of bed. "I won't hurt you, I promise, Quinn."

"Where am I? How do you know my name?" The little girl backed up until she was sure she would make it to the next room and make a new plan. She turned quickly only to stop mid-run in the middle of the doorway. She couldn't move at all, not even to look to her right. In front of her sat a curly-haired white man. He was standing a few feet away from her with his hand outstretched towards her. She tried to speak but couldn't even move her lips.

"You still want to meet them without me around?" The white man dropped his hand and moved around Quinn, speaking to the Hispanic man. She tried with all of her strength to move but it seemed like she was just tiring herself out.

She took the moment to look at where she was. It looked like a normal living room. A bookcase took up half of the wall ahead of her. A flat screen television hung on the other wall above a fireplace with a fire lit. It had a look of elegance and family with video games littering the floor and long mahogany couches surrounding a coffee table. She felt oddly comfortable in the room, like she was at home. She could barely remember home now.

"I don't approve of this, Will." Carlos replied. "She's probably even more afraid now."

"Well, she would've ran straight out of a window if I weren't here." Quinn heard a few hushed whispers come from behind her then a deep sigh before the two men walked in front of her. Will crouched down to her level like he was inspecting her. "Not a telepath. She would've tried to get in my head by now." He said, glancing at Carlos, "Can't be a physical ability, she would've attacked you when she woke up. She definitely has an ability, and has had it for a while. Artie could sense it."

"It's a surprise she manifested so early." Carlos observed.

She felt like she was on display. She knew this feeling all too well, having been on inspected by various doctors to find out if she was one of them. Or how to cure hated it. She couldn't stand it. Will searched her face for a moment longer. "Hey Quinn, we're going to need you to calm down for five minutes." He spoke in a soothing voice, "We promise we aren't going to hurt you. We're trying to help." He waved his hand in front of her face and she dropped her head, finally being able to move it. It was the only thing she could move. She raised it once again to lock eyes with Will. They didn't know what she could do yet, she could tell them to let her go and she'd be free but she was curious. Will was obviously like her so why was she brought here.

"What do you want with me?" She asked. She could hear the exhaust in her own voice from trying to move. "How did you find me?"

"We just want to help." Carlos answered, walking out of her range of sight, "We help children like you. Being alone in the streets isn't safe for any child, let alone a deviant."

"And I found you. There's a deviant here that can track people like us and found you… alone and hiding behind Jerry's Bistro. What were you doing out there anyway? Where are your parents?" Quinn's blood boiled at the mention of her parents. Yeah, like they'd protect her. Will stood straight and was handed something over her head. He placed a steaming mug onto the coffee table and sat on one of the couches. Carlos soon followed and placed two more mugs on the table before turning to the little girl.

"I don't have parents." Quinn spoke in an icy tone. She grew tired of struggling against the position she was stuck in and locked eyes with Will. "Let me go." There was a slight echo in the bass of her voice and the man waved his hand with a blank expression. Quinn's body resumed running before she stopped and turned to the men. "I was perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you."

Carlos raised an impressed eyebrow. "Persuasive, aren't you?" He laughed and picked up a mug to offer Quinn. "Chamomile Tea?" The little girl looked at him skeptically, rolling her eyes at the man before accepting the mug. "And powerful." He snapped his fingers in front of Will's face which stared out blankly. "At such a young age, you should be proud of yourself."

"I'm too busy running to be proud of what's making me a target." Quinn walked to the nearest window, taking a sip of the tea and relaxing. It had been so long since she enjoyed something warm and fresh. She glanced outside to see five buildings facing them. Her last stop was somewhere in the south so it surprised her to see small snowflakes decorating the air. "Where am I?"

"New York." Carlos answered. She could feel his gaze watching her every step. Quinn turned to him. "How old are you?" He asked. Quinn looked hesitant.

"Eleven and three quarters." She said, bringing her mug to her lips. It took her a while to remember her age. It had been years since she'd celebrated it. It didn't even seem like a real thing to have a birthday anymore. She lowered her gaze to the ground.

"You seem much older." Carlos commented, sitting on the coffee table.

"When you don't have parents to protect you from the bad in the world, you grow up much faster." The girl gazed out the window and yawned, watching the snow build on the ground. The cackle of the fireplace filled the silence between the two until Will snapped out of his daze.

"Wha- She-"Quinn smirked as he tried to tie together a sentence, looking at the two in changed positions. "What?" Carlos laughed, patting Will on the shoulder.

"Your services are no longer need, Will." He said, standing the other man up and leading him to the door. It was the first time he'd taken his eyes off of Quinn since she could move. She could leave while he's distracted. She could've left while they were talking. She took a small sip of her tea as the two men exchanged hushed words before Will left.

"What is this place?" She asked as the door shut after Will.

"An academy. For Deviants." Carlos answered, smiling softly at the girl. "It's late, you should get some sleep. I presume it's been a while since you've slept somewhere warm." Quinn looked down, not answering.

"We have a guest bedroom upstairs. First door to the left. My daughter slept in it last night so I apologize if it's a bit messy. Come up whenever you want." He turned to walk up the stairs but paused. Quinn glanced up at him. "Hopefully, you will stay until morning. We'd love to have you join us."

Quinn turned her gaze back to the window, staring outside for a while. She heard Carlos' footsteps fade upstairs. She was tired. Not just from not sleeping but of running. She was tired of sleeping in motels and persuading people to let her sleep in their house only to be ran off in the morning. She placed her mug on the coffee table and contemplated her choices. She could leave now or sleep in a place where they're fully aware she's there. There were also other kids like her here. She looked toward the back door once more before walking up the stairs to the guest room.