Introduction: The setting is probably somewhere in the first few episodes of season one of Glee. Removing the pregnancy storyline and instead substituting this gay problem. Despite what this chapter may imply, this story will be more humourous than my earlier stories. Think of it as a black comedy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.
QUINN FABRAY - RACHEL BERRY
THE GAY EXPERIMENT
CHAPTER ONE: Pillow
Stay away from him.
Anyone but her.
You don't belong together.
I sat crying alone in my room. Crying into my pillow. Crying in my Cheerios uniform. Boo-hoo. Popular girl with money crying. Why?
Why should I be happy? What does money mean? Fame, if only in the tiny atmosphere of our school. It's pointless. I'm miserable. I make others miserable. I make everyone miserable.
Her. She's always there. Standing there. Watching him. Why do I care? I don't even like him that much. That's the only reason I'd care. If he left me. There's no other reason. She's just there. I have no feelings on anything else in the matter.
He could date anyone else and I wouldn't care. It's not the idea of him leaving me for some loser. Rachel is far from the bottom. She's kind of pretty.
What are you saying?
I can call another girl pretty.
It's . . .
It's nothing.
It's gay.
. . .
. . .
There's nothing wrong with being gay.
Your parents would burn you like a witch. They'd throw you out. They'll never look back.
No.
Yes.
I'm overreacting.
No, I'm not.
Why am I even thinking about this?
Because of Rachel Berry.
I hate her. I bully her. My entire existence is to make her suffer.
Why?
Because she's . . .
Because I like her?
I don't.
You do. I do.
I torture her.
By drawing porn of her. Naked drawings alone in the bathroom.
Haven't you ever just sat there and admired your work?
No.
Yes.
It was very anatomically correct.
You could have made her a bug. Or a gorilla. Or something. But instead you took her clothes off.
Shut up.
Why?
Why God? Why do you make laws and then force me to break them? Why can't I just be perfect. I don't want to be gay. I can't be gay. I'm an A+ cheerleader with the quarterback boyfriend.
Be the A+ cheerleader with the Broadway star girlfriend.
She;d never like me. Never.
You're wrong. She cares about everyone.
I need to stop thinking. It's too painful. Out of all the guys in the school, none of them turn me on. None. Only the five foot tall Jewish diva. The obnoxious girl who always thinks she should get what she wants.
I need to calm down. I need to smile. I need to not be gay. I can't be gay. I just can't.