A/N this is a very short oneshot that I felt I had to write, in the Christmas spirit. It's my first fic, so be nice. Reviews are welcome
I do not own Glee, or it's characters, if I did, let's just say things would be quite different. Glee is owned by FOX.
The Notes
Quinn Fabray had received exactly three Christmas presents in her lifetime, from three different givers.
The clove tree lasted a few weeks, but was soon forgotten, what with Quinn's busy lifestyle, and the bitter cold of the New York Winter. The Lamp lasted a while longer, and Quinn thanked the lamp-giver kindly, even though, in her personal opinion, it was the most unsightly thing she'd ever seen. The third gift, the Notes, came a few years later, and, well, Notes last forever, don't they?
The Notes could be heard in the highs and lows of all of the rooftops of the neighbouring complexes. Though there were a few complaints, and a few people even moved out, Quinn's neighbours grew used to the Notes. They weren't sure exactly when, but sometime after the second year, the Notes had moved in with that Fabray girl, in number 34.
Though they would never tell, most of the neighbours enjoyed hearing the Notes, they were mostly happy (and sometimes a little naughty), but there were times when they grew harsher. There was not a single drama coming from number 34 unheard by neighbouring ears.
Eventually the residents of 34 packed up, something about the inner city life being too much for a young family to handle.
Quinn moved to a small house in the outer New York suburbs, and the Notes moved with her. They carried on through the deepest, coldest winters, and into the brightest, warmest summers.
The Notes were decidedly the best gift Quinn had ever recieved. "Yes," Quinn reminded herself, she would "thank" Rachel when she got home… after they'd put Harmony to bed, of course.
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