Hard drive failed. Sad story. LiP is going to be left unfinished. :/
Influenced by Creep-You, Gardens and Villa- Orange Blossom, Stars- The XX, My Boo- Friends. Smuts and Such (eventually)
3 Parts (probably)
All mistakes are mine.
So yeah Quinn's haircut never happened, no Beth, starts in the summer before punk Quinn, and yeah thats about it.
She was tired. Not because she only had 3 hours of sleep, not because she made a very detailed 20 page 5 year plan, not because she came home to drunk mother, who for some reason decided to speak to her that evening. She let out a deep sigh, as she stared at herself in the mirror, meticulously brushing her long blonde hair. No, she wasn't tired because of any reasons that made sense. She was tired because every morning she had to comb her ever growing, Goldilocks-esque, hair. She let out another sigh, before turning on her flat iron. Two hours until she had her hair styled the way she wanted. Straight, down the middle of her back. She grabbed her hair, lifted, and let go. She let out another sigh as her hair fell back into place. Her arms were sore, but she knew it was worth the pain. Rather, she was told it was worth it by Frannie, and Judy Fabray.
"Boys love blonde, long hair."
"You look like an angel."
"Lucy, it suits you better than Quinn. Especially when your hair is like this."
Straight. Long. Blonde.
She was tired of it. She wanted nothing more than to take a pair of very sharp scissors, and in a calm, calculated manner, chop it to bits. She got up and went to her closet. Summer dress after summer dress. Skirt after skirt. Cardigan after cardigan. She pushed each dress away from her until she saw a pair of jeans. Just regular pair of flare leg Levi's. She remembered it distinctly purchasing it only because her mother wanted her to paint her room. She touched the fabric. Feeling with slight roughness of the denim. Without second though she tugged it onto her bare legs. The feel of it was much different than the soft cotton of her usual dresses. It was something that she wanted to feel more of. She went to her dresser and rummaged through until she found a suitable shirt. Nothing with lace, or frills, or decidedly, well, Quinn. She tossed shirt after shirt over her shoulder until she found an old sleep shirt. It was a bit loose, frayed, and black. She pulled the shirt over her head without much care. It hung off her shoulders and, didn't show a bit of the figure she worked so hard for.
Her smile that was usually tight and planned out, grew freely. She stared at herself in the mirror. If she ignored her blonde locks, she wouldn't even see the Quinn everyone knew. Rather, she saw herself as Quinn. Just Quinn.
Her steps, usually light, became something similar to skips. "Where are you going Quinn?" The smile that she carried dropped upon hearing her mother's voice. When she reached the bottom of her steps, she saw Judy sitting on the couch, reading a Good Housekeeping magazine. She rolled her eyes.
"Just out." She said quietly behind her mother.
"Dressed like that?" Judy turned her head to give her daughter a slight glare.
"Yes." Her tone calm, and quiet.
"Go change." Judy turned back to read her magazine. Quinn turned to go back up the steps, she stopped in mid motion and, turned back towards her mother.
"Why?"
"Because thats not how ladies dress, when going out in public."
"Why not?"
"I don't make the rules Quinn," her mother sighed and flipped to the next page in her magazine, "now go change." Quinn wanted to respond, she wanted to say "no," she wanted to question her mother, she wanted to lecture her on her ridiculous view on what being a "lady" meant. Instead she grabbed her mother's keys from the table near her, and left the house. She closed the door rather than shutting it, because thats what ladies do.
"What do you want to do to it?" The flamboyant hair dresser spoke to Quinn as he wrapped a smock around her.
"Cut it, short. Dye it, pink." He nodded his head and, smiled.
"Finally, someone wants to do something interesting." Quinn watched her hair fall. The nerves she had earlier disappeared. She was nervous, not about cutting her hair, God she'd been looking forward to that, she just wasn't sure how'd she look.
"Hey," her hair dress said softly feeling her tense, " you're going to look even more gorgeous when I get done with you." He winked towards her, and she gave a shy smile.
"Ok, lets do this."
She almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror. This is what she had been envisioning for the past- she didn't even know how many years. Tears burst out suddenly, unexpectedly. "Oh my God, are you ok? Do you not like it? I can fix it, I swear!" Her hair stylist nearly shouted.
"No, no, its ok. More than ok. I love it." Quinn wiped away her tears.
"Oh," he sounded relived, "tears of happiness type thing right?" Quinn just nodded smiling, through her tears.
She walked out of the salon. Even though she finally go what she wanted, she wasn't sure how other people would respond to her new look. It wasn't due to a lack of confidence, it was due to recognizing that this little thing, a hair cut, would change a lot things. She wasn't sure how, but she knew. She walked down the side walk her thoughts flooding in her mind. She was so focused on what was going on in her head, that she didn't notice she knocked someone over, until she heard a series of crude words.
"-and watch where you're going next time!"
"Sorry." Quinn said quickly head down.
"Fabray?" Quinn recognized that voice.
"Yeah, its me Santana."
"What did you do to your hair?"
"What's it look like?" she said sharply.
"I like it." Quinn looked up and, saw Santana smile.
"What made you want to cut your hair?" Santana asked as she licked around her ice cream cone. The two were sitting on the hood of Judy's car, on the out skirts of Lima. They were staring at the endless highway that met them.
"I don't know I just kinda always wanted to." Quinn replied rubbing the back of her neck. She held her cone in the other hand.
"Well personally," Santana said in between licks, "I think you look so much better this way. Before you looked like a cast member from Little House on the Prairie."
"Thanks," Quinn muttered.
"I mean it Fabray. You look so much better this way." Santana happily ate her ice cream. Quinn looked at her confused, Santana was never known to give out compliments.
"Whats with you?" Quinn asked her.
Santana looked up at her confused, "what are you talking about?"
"You're being nice."
"I am nice."
"Not normally you're not."
Santana rolled her eyes, "we're not in school. There isn't some kind of competition going on between us. So there isn't a reason for me to not be nice." Quinn accepted that answer. Though she wouldn't admit it, Santana was the best friend she had. Not that she had much to choose from, but still, as they sat there quietly staring off at the soft hills of asphalt she realized that they could be friends, that they were friends.
"Where's Brittany?" Quinn asked Santana. They were laying on the floor in Santana's room watching the LIttle Mermaid. The brunette next to her just shrugged her shoulders. Quinn raised her eyebrow at that. "You don't know?"
"I'm not her keeper." Santana kept her eyes focused onto the television.
"Did you guys fight or something?"
"Ugh, seriously Quinn? Why are you so interested?" Santana sounded clearly upset.
"Just wondering, sorry." Quinn turned her head back towards the TV Why was she so interested?
The movie ended, with both girls paying very little attention to it. Quinn rose up and stretched, she caught Santana looking at her.
"What?"
"Nothing," Santana replied surprisingly softy," are you staying the night?"
"Can't," Quinn smirked," kind of took Judy's car, without asking."
"Ooooh," Santana rose up to stand in front of Quinn, and tousled her hair, "what a badass."
Quinn grinned, "it comes with the new look." They both smiled at each other, until Quinn started to feel a bit awkward. "I have to go," she said almost gently.
"Right, yeah," Santana shook her head as if to clear it," I'll walk you out." The pair walked side by side to Santana's front door. Quinn walked out , and turned on her heel.
"Hang tomorrow?"
"For sure." Santana smiled.
Quinn took a few steps forward before she heard Santana call her name out.
"Quinn."
"Yeah?" Quinn turned back to face her friend. Santana walked towards her, and placed a hand behind her neck, before sliding her lips over Quinn's.
"See you tomorrow." Santana winked towards her frozen friend before shutting her door.
What the fuck was that? Quinn thought before moving towards her car.
