Note: This is a story based on American Horror Story with the characters of Glee.
The ships will mostly be Brittana and Faberry, and to spice it up there's a Quinntana friendship.
The chapters will be quite short, it will be easier to update and in my opinion it might get too
long if they would be longer.
Chapter 1 - Welcome
"Welcome to Briarcliff," says Sister Sue. She sounds too happy. After all, she runs a mental institution and has to deal with rather crazy people every day. Something about her makes you feel worried, as if she won't make things easy for you while you're staying in Briarcliff. You can't believe that she's a nun. Sister Sue might seem graceful and elegant, but there's probably more. She might be hiding some dark secrets or a troubled past. Why else would she be here. There must be a reason.
"So, Santana Lopez, we will do everything we can to cure you," says Dr. Chang. He sure looks fancy in that expensive suit. He shakes your hand. You try to hide your frustration, people are too stubborn to accept that homosexuality isn't a disease. You're undercover, so you act cool and you even manage to smile. This article better be worth it.
You hand in your personal possessions, including your precious picture of your girlfriend. Sister Brittany looks at you and makes an impatient noise. You continue to gather your stuff and you give everything to Sister Brittany. In return she gives you your typical blue clothes that will make you, and all the other patients, look extra insane. Sister Brittany looks innocent. Cute even. Not now, Santana. Please hide your gay, you're in a mental institution. You keep repeating it in your head as if it will make Sister Brittany less attractive. Oh please, you have a girlfriend back at home. Keep yourself together.
Briarcliff is quite similar to a prison. It's cold and dark, creepy and rigorous. The nuns who run this place are strict and tight. Sister Brittany brings you to your cell, and you can't keep your eyes off of her. Eventually you have to because you need to take a look at your cell. This certainly isn't a luxurious resort. You have a bed, a toilet and a sink. That's all there is. Suddenly investigating a mental institution to write an amazing article doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore. There is no turning back now.
"Will you be alright here?" Sister Brittany asks, as she sees the look on your face. Her voice is so sweet.
"Oh sure," you lie. You smile at her. She instantly smiles back. Did you just feel butterflies. You remind yourself that you have a girlfriend and you wipe that smile off your face. Time to meet the other patients and get some stories.
You walk into the recreation room. A lot of people are gathered here to pass their time at Briarcliff. There are a few tables with chairs, but they aren't occupied. Most of the patients are anxiously looking around. Some of them are standing near the walls, trying to find someone they can relate to. You try to find someone who doesn't look crazy, but you're at a mental institution so good luck with that. A blonde girl catches your attention. Apparently she has noticed you too, she gets up and approaches you.
"Quinn Fabray," she says with a the voice of an angel.
"I'm Santana. Lopez." you reply.
"You don't look crazy." Quinn grins.
"Uh, thanks. You don't look crazy either," you smile a little.
"Well, apparently I am. Why are you here?" Quinn asks. She's not shy. She has a natural kind of charm. You wouldn't mind spending a whole week in the same room with this woman. Room or mental institution.
"They see homosexuality as a disease," you whisper. You don't want the other patients to hear. But Quinn Fabray looks trustworthy.
"Is that it? You're in a mental institution because you're gay? Oh honey, everyone is a little gay. Have you seen Sister Rachel? Let's just say that I wouldn't hesitate for a second," Quinn winks.
Her reaction surprises you. You smile. "Why are you here?" you ask.
"I might have some mental problems. That's what they say. My parents put me here after I got into a car crash after texting while driving. It was stupid. But then again, I've done plenty of stupid things. I had a baby, I turned punk. Pink hair looked good on me. Anyway, I had a promising future but a troubled past. I wanted to change but they wouldn't let me. Now I'm just waiting for the day that these weirdos here release me." Quinn shrugs.
Your sympathy for this lady keeps growing. She would be a good friend. As far as it's normal to have friends at a mental institution. You don't know what to say. Quinn seems okay with that, she points at a blonde guy in a corner.
"Sam Evans. He's here because they identified him as a killer. Rumor has it that he killed several women. He's innocent. He wouldn't hurt a fly. But a lot of people are stuck here because of stupid reasons or foolish misunderstandings.", Quinn explains.
"How do you know that he's innocent?", you can't help but asking.
"I believe him," she stops and looks at the short guy across the room. He has black, curly hair. "That's Blaine Anderson. A funny story, he's addicted to hair gel." Quinn laughs.
You burst out in laughter. But when you see Blaine banging his head against a wall, you're starting to believe this story.
A black girl walks into the room. She carefully looks around and decides to sit next to the Asian girl.
"Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang," Quinn says.
"What did they do?" you ask, because they look perfectly normal.
"Tina has a stutter. Many of us believe that she has witnessed something horrific. We don't know anything about it. Mercedes on the other hand, is a kleptomaniac. She even managed to steal Sister Brittany's clothes once." Quinn smiles, she remembered it as if it happened yesterday.
"Sister Brittany," you whisper. Her name makes you smile.
Quinn laughs, "Sister Brittany is innocent. I don't understand why she's here. I feel sorry for her. She constantly gets harassed by the patients. Like Noah Puckerman."
You look at Noah. He looks intimidating. That grin on his face tells a lot about him. He is confident and sturdy. He seems to enjoy the fact that everyone is afraid of him.
"Everyone calls him Puck. I'd advice you to avoid him, he has a violent past." Quinn adds.
Suddenly a woman starts cleaning the floor in front of your feet. "Don't make such a mess!" she squeals. She has big brown eyes and red hair.
"That's Emma Pillsbury. She has OCD. She's obsessed with cleaning and she's afraid of germs." Quinn whispers.
Nobody tried to stop Emma as she kept cleaning the floor. Only the priest cared. He made her get up, unfortunately she started screaming.
"That's Monsignor Will Schuester. He's alright. Quite creepy but he's nothing compared to Dr. Hudson. Speaking of the devil..." Quinn continued to whisper.
A tall and awkward man joined Monsignor Schuester. Together they helped Emma leave the room.
"Dr. Finn Hudson is a complete creep. He can't leave the patients alone either. Sometimes we never see them back. He's also interested in Sister Rachel." Quinn hissed.
You stare at Quinn. Is it just you or is everyone gay at this mental institution.
Quinn notices your confusion. "Oh I'm not gay, if that's what you think. I don't like labels. I fall in love with a person, not a gender. What about you, Santana?" Quinn smiles.
"I'm definitely gay. I have a girlfriend, she's at home." you reply.
"Well I didn't expect you to bring her over either," Quinn grins ," but you certainly have an interest for Sister Brittany."
Busted. You try not to blush.
"It's okay, Santana. I think I've introduced most of the patients. There are others like Artie, Kurt and Sugar but I'm sure you'll meet them soon." Quinn says.
"Can't you tell me about them now?" you ask impatiently.
"Somebody's in a hurry." Quinn replies.
"I just want to hear their stories," you shrug.
"Let's just make sure that we survive this place. We can think about all the stories that we could have told later." Quinn says.
