The Minsters Daughter

Summary: AU: Quinn Fabray is the daughter of the famous minster in the small town of Lima Ohio. What happens to Quinn when the new girl from San Francisco has her begging for more of something she never thought she wanted?

Disclaimer: Not trying to put down any type of religion in this story. Obviously everything I am writing about is a extreme of one faith. But as everyone knows if you take anything to any type of extreme it won't be good. Just to make sure no one thinks I am bashing a religion

Rating: M

Days are supposed to be important. Everyday a person lives is another they should remember. But for most of us days come and go easily forgotten, and replaced by another. But there are days that a person will remember. Days where you jumped out of an airplane, days where you married your love, days where you graduated, days your heart broke and days you just wished to forget.

The first time Quinn ever saw the small brunette girl was on an average day. It wasn't a holiday or a celebration of any kind, though after Quinn would always remember it as if it were Christmas. She woke up early, got dressed in an acceptable dress, brushed her teeth, and combed out her pure and innocent long blonde hair. In the mirror reflected the same shinning model of the perfect minsters daughter.

Her grades were high, her moral fiber of what was right from wrong shaped out from her parents and her strict religion. Her life by many seemed untouched by evil, for whom or what could ever want to hurt the young Quinn Fabray?

It was this average day that she rode with her stiffed back father and tight faced mother to their church. Her hands tightly clasped together as they drove on with uncomfortable but familiar silence. The sun was only beginning to warm up as they stepped through into the building Quinn had been to for her whole life.

This church was more familiar then her own room, which she had slept in ever since the return from the hospital in her mother's arms. Her room changed, new pictures were put up, and furniture was moved around. But this static building would never change. The same painting of Christ hung by the seats, the small stage still carpeted with the old and stale smelling brown carpet –that was in its prime around the 70's-.

Quinn helped her father bring in a few items that he had prepared for today's service. Taking out the latest brochures for charity work that indubitably would end up in the bottom of every person trash, just behind the greased pizza box. Signs and small posters hung in the entrance or the church where Quinn stood. "Let God in," "Be the love that you wish to have." Quinn in many ways was just another poster, another inspirational quote that people would forget about in five minutes. She stood greeting the locals into service, handing out the small pamphlets.

It was a robotic gesture that she had mastered these days. Smile, greet, and ask about Timmy, James, or Catharine. How is your mother doing, how is the sickness? Hand out a cheap piece of paper, and then onto the next one. These people who have lived here the longest, the ones that haven't been farther than a few hundred miles out of town were Quinn's future. One day she would be gleeful at the chance to chat endlessly to the young girl giving her a small piece of writing as if she cared at all.

That's when she saw her.

It wasn't like how they said it was in books or movies, she didn't see her soul in the instant, or even think she was the most beautiful person on this planet. But what she did see that she hadn't from anyone else, it was something that took her breath away. She saw life.

She couldn't explain it, but as the girl with light curls walked up to her, she felt her heart race. She froze like a deer caught in headlights. She was aware of the girl mumbling a few words, her eyes darting around the room quickly and slightly awkwardly.

"Excuse me?" Quinn shook her head, trying to clear her mind of any sinful thoughts at the moment.

"I said, I am not certain why I am here,"

"You don't need a reason to come to service."

"It's just, I am Jewish," She laughed a little, shaking her head. "So why am I here?"

"Our service is more than just religion; we talk about love and compassion. Perhaps you would be interested to sit for one?" Quinn couldn't help but to cross her figures behind her back, waiting to see if the girl would retreat back to her parked car.

Quinn watched the girl take her bottom lip into her mouth for a brief second, seeming to be in deep thought. With one lasting moment she looked up her bright brown eyes shining towards the blonde, "Alright."

"What's your name?"

"Rachel,"

Quinn grinned, motioning to the girl "Follow me, Rachel."

During the service Quinn leant over a couple of times hushing to Rachel what was happening. It was partially because every time the blonde looked over she was met with an extremely confused glazed over look from the brunette. But a larger more shellfish reason was because she wanted to be close to the brunette. Quinn could feel her feet slowly sinking into quick sand, but she couldn't help but to keep stepping further in. In such a small town like Lima she was used to seeing the same boring faces every day in class, and service. Rachel was something new. And just like a child would be drawn to a shiny new toy Quinn was pulled to Rachel.

After service she asked her dad if she could go out. She felt like a little child having to ask for permission while Rachel stood by her car, leaning against the hood.

"Didn't you just meet her?"

"She's new in town shouldn't I at least show her around?" Quinn argued.

"Let her go Russel," Judy whispered.

Quinn wished he would, but in a larger sense then just letting her go to show a new girl around town. He hung onto Quinn as if she were some sort of safety blanket. "You wouldn't want to end up like that young Lopez girl would you? Drinking, parties, and now she is dating a girl? God save her." He would always say.

Quinn would never admit to him that she was friends with Santana. They didn't have sleep overs or paint each other's nails, but there were a few rather interesting run-ins with the darker girl; such as the one in Library in the beginning of junior year of high school.

Quinn sat in her library chair, her backpack thrown onto the dusty blue table, books strewn across the surface. She had only opened the spine of her math text book when she heard the chair across her scrap across the floor. She looked up finding two deep brown eyes cutting into her like razor blades.

"What's the deal Blondie?"

"Excuse me?"

"You have eyes for my girl Britt, and don't give me some sorry excuse that you would never look at another girl like that because your daddy has got you wired so tightly like a puppet that you can't squeak out an original thought if you wanted."

"I wasn't,"

"-Next time you subtly come to a cheer practise to watch remember to bring your bib, because you had a trail of drool down your chin."

"It's not like that I was only,"

"-Save it for the church, I could care less of the bullshit that you are about to spew to try to hid for a little longer in your flannel closet."

Quinn felt her chest sink in; she felt like she should fold up and hid somewhere. Maybe if Santana never saw her again she wouldn't have this terrible aching in her chest. But she wasn't leaving and suddenly a new sort of emotion began to bubble at the surface of her skin, something she wasn't expecting before. "I wasn't looking at Brittany!"

"Then who the hell were containing a lady boner for little miss peroxide?"

Her back was up against a wall, nowhere to run and even if she tried (which she considered) she was sure the training of being on the Cheerios would give Santana the advantage.

"I-I" Quinn's words stuck to her throat like honey, her eyes growing large. This couldn't be happening. What was going to happen to her? What would happen when Santana told everyone? When her parents heard about it?

Santana seemed to be able to read the words clear as day across the girls face. Her eyes widened her mouth slightly a gap.

"Oh."

Of course the only thing Quinn couldn't admit to was that she wasn't goggling over the dancer but the girl beside her. Her dusky raven hair bunched up into a pony tail, her darker skin contrasted to her own pale skin. Her eyes were glued onto her the entire practise. The only time she wasn't obviously checking her out was when she saw those unmistakable eyes find her own, and quickly she would pivot her head, finding the closest girl beside her, which always seemed to be Brittany.

"Yeah."

It seemed that they were in tight lock compartment in which neither could escape. It wasn't like the girl's didn't know each other. They have been in school since kindergarten and it was only till fourth grade when a new blonde moved into town did the Latina divert her eyes from Quinn and settled on Brittany. Even back then it seemed that the Santana was hooked, that Santana would never be able to break from the invisible snare the dancer had on her. Though if you asked her, she would admit she never would even want to try to break free. Brittany was it for her, and whether or not Brittany felt the same Santana would always know in her heart, that there would only ever be Brittany who truly held her heart.

"Well this is slightly awkward,"

"Slightly," Quinn scoffed.

"So the minsters daughter has a crush on the local -and may I add- just recently outed lesbian, it's pretty epic."

"I don't have a crush on you." Quinn corrected, "You're selfish, vain, and a bitch."

"Ouch," Santana bellowed, smirking, "Well fuck me if I'm wrong but when you spend an hour and forty minutes watching someone's ass spin around in reveling skirts I think it means a little more then friendship."

"Like I said I don't have a crush on you… I just appreciate your looks."

"Oh, so you're horny," Santana nodded.

Quinn could feel the heat run up into her cheeks, flashing like a stop sign.

"Don't worry, I think anyone who had to live under the roof of the minster would feel a bit of some classic sexual frustration."

Quinn looked down at her homework in embarrassment, her stomach turning, "You can't tell anyone-"

"Do you think I would?" Santana chuckled, "I know firsthand how much it sucks for that to happen, and to add to that why would I hurt the only other gay woman in this stinking hell hole of a town."

"If my dad finds out,"

"-he won't'"

"But even if he finds out I'm talking to you again he will… go crazy."

"So we will be in a secret friendship, it won't hurt to have some practise for the secret lesbian relationship that you will surly have in the future."

Looking up she couldn't help but find a small crack of compassion in Santana's voice, she wondered if this is what it felt like to be Brittany, she saw the way Santana looked at her. She knew that Brittany was the only one that was able to crack Santana's impossibly hard shell; it was something she still looked with wonder at.

"Friends?" Santana asked,

"Friends."

/

"I suppose you can go out, but be home before dinner, we are having the Hudson's over."

"Of course," Quinn grinned brightly, hugging her father, practically skipping over to the brunette.

Rachel was smiling when she approached her, "You can come?" Quinn nodded, watching as Rachel pushed off her hood, "Come on then."

Quinn laughed silently, opening up the passenger door and climbing in. Rachel sat down behind the cars steering wheel. Her car smelt of vanilla, a tape cassette was roped over her mirror, slightly swaying as she stared the engine, backing up. Quinn lifted her hand examining the object.

"Why is this here?" Quinn asked, interested in learning as much as she could about the girl. Rachel pushed her hair back, turning onto the main road.

"It was the first one my dad's gave to me as a child," She answered simply. "They played it while I was in my crib."

Quinn's motions had frozen at the word, that word that she said so easily, so casually.

Dads.

As in plural as in…

"Oh shit I forgot-" Rachel muttered to herself, "I'm not use to living in a small town, I uh."

"-No it's fine," Quinn waved off, "Just because my dad is the minster doesn't mean I'm some bible thumping bigot." Quinn declared harshly.

Rachel smirked, looking at the blonde, "I don't think you're anything like you dad," Quinn sighed, taking the statement as a compliment, "I don't mean your dad is…I'm sorry, I have a huge mouth, and obviously I never fill it with enough stupidity."

"It's alright," Quinn chuckled, seeing how frazzled the brunette looked. "Honestly it's a bit refreshing."

"Refreshing?"

"In this town our family is like the Kardashians –if the Kardashians were holly and 'innocent'- everyone watching us. My dad is some sort of a celebrity being one of the only ministers around town. It's nice to hear someone who isn't kissing his ass."

Rachel nodded, understanding what Quinn was saying. They talked for a while in the car, Rachel turning off to her home, informing Quinn she just wanted to pick something up before they left. They pulled up to a medium sized home, a truck parked in the driveway.

"Will your dads be angry if they found out you went to a Christian church?" Quinn asked walking up her driveway.

"Maybe a bit confused, I have never shown interest in Christianity as a personal option. But they support my own free mind, to explore different options."

Quinn sulked a bit, hearing that only made a bit queasier of her own family. She didn't even want to imagine what would happen if she came to her parents telling them she went to a service that was anything but Christian.

"I just need to pick up a jacket, do you want anything?" Rachel asked twisting her key into the lock. She passed her eyes trailing Quinn's dress sheepishly. "You're a bit taller but if you want some pants?"

"That's alright,"

Rachel shrugged, opening the door, calling out greetings to her parents. A deep voice responded asking where she was this morning, Quinn followed in slight uncomfortable stature, following the brunette like a duckling. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to map out the house. Rachel led Quinn up stairs and down a skinny hallway. They ended by a door with a large gold star on the front.

"Stars?" Quinn asked, touching the plastic cut out.

"I want to be one, one day…" Rachel glazed over, opening her room.

It was bright pink a large bed in the middle. Quinn felt stunned at the girly room, she had expected darker decorations. Rachel moved over to her closet opening it up. Quinn ghosted in, walking over to the small bulletin board.

There were a couple of pictures, one including Rachel up on stage. Quinn felt her breath sink into her throat. Rachel was decked out in a leather outfit, her hair messed, holding a bedazzled microphone. Quinn stood silently, studying the picture. Rachel was on her knees the microphone tilted above her as she belted out a cord. Behind her stood three other people, one on guitar, one on the drums and one on the bass, all seeming to be lost in the music.

Quinn turned around to ask Rachel about the picture, but her words caught in her throat, Rachel was half naked facing away from her. She grabbed a shirt from a hanger tugging it on her chest, turning around, buttoning it up. Rachel raised an eyebrow at Quinn's dreamy look. Quinn shook her head, snapping out of her temporary daze.

"This," She pointed back at the picture, "You sing?"

Rachel flipped her hair out of her collar, stepping up to her side, looking down at the picture her lips tugged up at the sides.

"I was in a band when I lived in San Francisco; they were the hardest to leave." She admitted sadly, "I wasn't very popular at my old school. My dreams were too big for some people. But then I met Jesse, and he introduced me to his friends, luckily they were looking for someone to join their band, I am convinced they are my long lost family."

"What was your bands name?"

"Notes,"

"Cool," Quinn nodded looking over the image again, "So who is everyone in this picture?"

"That's Jesse," Rachel pointed to the curly hair guy on the bass; his leg was up resting on the amp his head down. "That's Harmony, we didn't get along at first but I was most like her, guess in some ways we were too alike." She laughed gesturing to the brunette girl on the guitar. "And finally that's Aphasia, she was a fire cracker to say the least. She acted mean and tough, but was a totally softy… her only concern was keeping everyone she loved safe."

The blonde silently chuckled "I have a friend like that as well," Quinn nodded, taking in this new information, "It must be hard, to be away from them."

"Harder than anything else," she confided, "What about you, minsters daughter?"

Quinn tilted her head giving her a questioning look, "what do you mean,"

"You must have a story, you heard mine."

"I don't have a story," Quinn shrugged, "-yet"

Rachel smirked, pointing a finger at the blonde, "I like your thinking, how about we head out?"

Quinn agreed, and after offering once more to give Quinn something to wear but to be denied. Finally they were back heading out of Rachel's room and downstairs. They were stopped once by what Quinn presumed was one of Rachel's dad, "Daddy this is Quinn she is going to show me around town." He looked down at the clean-cut blonde teen and grinned with delight. He and his husband had been worried that Rachel would fall into the same footsteps of her old school. People bullying and taunting her, and without her band members here they were worried that Rachel wouldn't be happy with the move. But it looked like it was already ending up better then they presumed.

"Wonderful, well just call home when you think you will be home."

Rachel nodded, picking her keys up, "It was nice meeting you Quinn.

"You too Mr.…." Quinn stumbled realizing that she didn't know Rachel's last name,

"Berry."

"-Mr. Berry," Quinn finished, trying to calm her embarrassment.

With one last goodbye the two girls were out and heading across town.

Quinn decided to take Rachel to a small coffee shop that she always enjoyed. It was usually quitter then the Starbucks just across the street and the employees were kinder with warm smiles. They all knew Quinn's name and usually greeted her when she walked in. Quinn took Rachel over to the corner sitting down on a pair of chairs; it was the regular seat the young Fabray often occupied.

After asking what drink Rachel wanted, Quinn was up and standing in a short line. Once she reached the front she recognized he familiar blonde.

"Brittany, I didn't know you were working today," She sounded a bit stunned, it wasn't that she didn't like Brittany, quite the opposite. But she was fairly sure that when she saw Rachel and Quinn together she would go back to tell Santana of Quinn's new friend. She was convinced the two girls held nothing from each other. Quinn couldn't take the accusing look from the Latina or what she would imply.

"Yeah, Tina called in sick." She explained quickly, "So I'm filling in, what can I get for you Quinn?"

"Uh- I'll just have two green teas." She muttered,

"Two?"

"Yeah…" Quinn busied herself with opening her wallet, Brittany craned her neck to see who was with the usual lone Fabray.

"Who is that?" Brittany nodded to Rachel. Quinn looked back to the brunette who was now looking through the Lima newspaper. Quinn inwardly groaned there was a full page spread on her dad, which then included a happy family photo of his family.

"Oh, that's Rachel she's new,"

Brittany tilted her head, punching in Quinn's order, "She's hot," she hailed nonchalantly.

Santana always assured her that she didn't whisper a word of their conversation on Quinn's sexuality. But less than a week after coming out to Santana, Brittany was bouncing around Quinn calling her a Unicorn. The way Brittany looked at her; it was if she could read all her secrets clean as day. Maybe Brittany was more in tuned then some others. It was no lie that Brittany was… well she wouldn't be valedictorian, though some people underestimated her Quinn knew better. She may not be book smart, but she could read anyone like a novel. Sometimes she even intimidated Quinn, she didn't like the idea of someone so easily being able to understand her so easily when she couldn't even figure herself out.

"Is she?" Quinn shrugged, handing over a ten, "I didn't notice."

She tried to keep a casual stance, but she could feel her heart racing, her palms becoming sweaty. Brittany's eyes narrowed for a moment, before she took her money, giving back her change. "I'll bring it to your table."

Quinn smiled, heading back over to Rachel, "Do you know her?" Rachel asked her eyes glancing back to Brittany.

Quinn nodded, looking behind her shoulder at Brittany, "She is dating one of my friends."

They talked about their life while they sipped at their tea. Quinn couldn't help but feel totally comfortable with the brunette. She saw the life in her that she had glanced at the first time she saw her. She had been places done things that no one in this small town had even thought of. Quinn sat in envy as she listened to the adventures of Rachel Berry.

She talked about her high school, where almost every day she was put down and bullied. Quinn's fists clenched under the table, unable to wrap her mind around the thought of someone wanting to hurt this seemingly kind soul.

"It wasn't until I meet Jessie did someone actually notice I was a human." Rachel grimaced,

It was the multiple time Quinn had heard the name pop up in their conversation. She felt a small twist in her gut, thinking of a conclusion for the boy, "is Jesse more than a..? "

Rachel was silent for a little, trying to understand what the blonde was asking her. Finally the realization hit, "He was, but we never quit fit together, we are a little too alike."

"Oh,"

Even though she felt a wave of relief she still felt the pain of knowing that she was straight, another straight crush, it was no new occurrence with Quinn.

"I had a terrible habit of getting too involved with my band members," Rachel laughed

Quinn's ears perked up a bit, tilting her head to the side, "What do you mean?"

Rachel opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by movement to her right. Quinn was too engrossed in the conversation to realize Santana had entered the shop and was now walking over.

"Hey there Mother Teresa."

Quinn's shoulders slouched, looking up at the Latina, "Hello Santana," She hissed through her teeth.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"This is Santana… she's my friend"

"-Quinn's only friend,"

"I have other friends!"

"Your 'brothers and sisters' at church camp don't count honey," Santana laughed, pulling a chair towards the table.

"What's your name, I think I would remember a face like yours…" Santana acknowledged looking at Rachel, "Defiantly wouldn't forget that nose."

"Santana!"

"-Rachel, Rachel Berry…I just moved here."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Santana preached.

"It isn't so bad so for," Rachel shrugged, her eyes darting over to the blonde.

"Well give it a few hours,"

"Why are you here Santana?" Quinn growled

"Britt is getting off soon, I'm driving her home." Santana explained, "So have you thought anymore about my offer?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea,"

"-what offer?" Rachel asked, in the back of her mind Quinn thought that maybe Rachel was being a bit nosy but she couldn't help but feeling thrilled at the prospect of her wanting to know about her more.

Before she was able to open her mouth though, Santana was speaking, "There is a musical festival going on next Friday but little bubble-gum princess over her thinks her daddy will find out, and put her in a dungeon."

"What type of music?"

"Struggling local bands that will never make it out of this town, never the less it will be fun." Santana shrugged. Brittany walked up behind the Latina wrapping her arms around her shoulder, kissing her temple, "Hey babe."

Quinn glanced at Rachel, finding her studying the pair silently, connecting the dots, "it sounds fun,"

"See even the new girl wants to have a bit of fun, loosen the cross around your neck Fabray," Santana sneered, standing up and taking Brittany's hand. "You have to talk her into it Berry,"

"Which Berry?" Brittany asked

Santana ignored her for a moment, saying a final farewell before heading off with her girlfriend. Quinn looked back to the brunette already finding a little spark in her eyes.

Quinn rolled her eyes standing up, it was getting late, and she really didn't want her dad to get the wrong impression of Rachel.

All the way home Rachel was trying to urge her into going to the music festival. Quinn found it impossible to say no to the girl, and reluctantly agreed that if she was going, then she would stay to keep her company. It was worth to see the squeal the brunette let out, hitting the steering wheel with joy.

Soon they were rolling up in front of Quinn's house, the white house looking more like a prison these days. "Your house is pretty," Rachel observed.

"Most things are on the outside," Quinn mumbled softly, looking back at Rachel.

She was trapped in an intense gaze trying to understand Rachel's calculating look; her eyes searching Quinn for some type of answer. She snapped out of her trace, fishing through her pocket.

"Thank you so much again for taking me out, I guess what they say about small town people being nicer is true."

"It's no problem, I had fun… It's nice to see a new face."

Rachel grinned, sliding her phone open, "Can I have your number?" She asked, Quinn felt her heart jump nodding numbly, "Just so if I get lost, or if I need more information on the musical festival…"

Quinn gave her the number, briefly saying goodbye once more before exiting the car. She instantly missed the vanilla smell, and the warm company.

She stepped up the three steps to her porch, looking back behind her shoulder at Rachel's car rolling away down the road. She let out long sigh, shaking her head. It was ridiculous to be so attached already.

The night drawled on in the same fashion every Sunday dinner did. It was filled with light chit chat that had no rhyme or reason, slowly pulling at Quinn's nerves, testing her limits. Each one of these boring unfulfilling conversions pulled down her soul a bit more. She could feel the weight of each thick, lucid word escaping from her father's lips.

It did not help that the bug eyed Finn Hudson sat across from her, his mind swimming along the gutter. Quinn cold practically watch the images that his hormonal mind was producing during the dinner. She regretted immediately wearing a dress, but every formal Sunday dinner she was expected to. The lanky boy was too tall, his measurements didn't line up, his hair in the same style he had since he was thirteen. Don't mess with a good thing-that or don't mess with something that brought him up in social standing and got him dating the head Cheerio, even if she was outed as a lesbian.

Quinn went on one date with the boy; it was right after her mother had caught her watching a movie with a sapphic love triangle. It was in a way proving to her mother that she was straight, and also to beg not to tell her father. Who knows what he wold do or say if he found out? The date to summarize was awkward, and something she didn't want to have to endure again. Not to mention the torture that came after from Santana Lopez, who wouldn't let up on the blonde, laughing her ass off but at the same time teasing her. It seemed there was no limit of comedic gold of the fact that the football captain had gone out with not only one but two closeted lesbians. Santana even came up with the idea that whoever the boy fancied next would be the next teen lesbian.

Luckily Quinn was able to make it clear to Finn right off the bat that she had no intention of having a serious relationship right now. He took it surprisingly well -Though Quinn was disappointed later when she figured out not a serious relationship to him meant a casual hook up and a booty call at three o'clock in the morning. That took another talk with the dim witted boy. It really wasn't his fault, even if she wanted to blame most of her problems on him as an easy scape goat she couldn't. He was only a teenage boy, an immature and ruled by his hormones boy.

Quinn took another bite of her dry chicken thinking back to the dark haired girl, musing over her deep beauty. It was easier to escape within her thoughts then to try to put an effort to her family, this way she could be consumed by her thoughts, in her mind she could be anyone she wanted.

"Quinn?"

She felt the whole table shift their attention the dreamy eyed girl, "Quinn?"

Quinn arouse from her thoughts, blurring back into the present, she hummed looking to her mother who had called her attention, "I'm sorry what"

"There she is back in the clouds," Russel laughed. "It's all those fantasy books she reads; those types of books don't keep a person grounded. They make people float around dizzily."

"Floating is fun," Quinn muttered.

"Not at the dinner table," To anyone else his tone sounded friendly, teasing. He had a broad smile on his face, his cheeks bunching up. But Quinn had learnt better. She had spent her whole life with the man she knew him inside out. It was in his eyes that you could see his true emotion, he wasn't joking or teasing it was a calm but stern threat.

"I'm sorry what was the question?" She pulled her eyes back to her mother.

"Mrs. Hudson asked what university's you are thinking of going to."

The new topic of discussion, colleges and Universities, now that Quinn was entering the last year in high school she was expected to know what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, and when she was going. She was expected to have her whole life mapped out in front of her.

Sure she would love to go over the seas, travel around in the jungle, treed across deserts and climb mountains but traveling wasn't acceptable yet. Get a good education, a well-paying job. Then you could travel when you retired. But who knew maybe living on campus would be fun. She wanted to go somewhere far, somewhere different. And so she picked the one school her dad would jump for joy, yet still meet to her needs of getting away.

"Harvard."

Finn's mother's eyes widened, "Such a prestigious school,"

People from Lima weren't expected to go to places like Harvard, at best they would make it to the local college and then graduate. No one expected their children to try to grasp such a school like Harvard. She was sure she would make it in the newspaper when she was accepted.

"My little girl will be able to get in no problem," Russel beamed, "they won't know what hit them."

"Best of luck deer,"

"What about you young man?"

"I-I'm," Finn's eyes snapped up to the older man hoping he didn't realize he had been sneaking peeks at his daughters chest. "I'm hoping for a football scholarship to Ohio states University."

"No need to hope, you'll get it." His mother soothed him, running her palm on his back reassuringly.

Russell eyes narrowed for a brief second, "I love football," he offered, "And one day I'll be watching the Bengals and see your number throwing the winning touchdown."

"Thank you sir, that's the dream."

After the inclusion of the children the parents went back to the mindless banter without shame. Quinn let out one last remorseful sigh, looking down at the familiar cracks in the wood of the table.

Luckily she was excused earlier than usual. Running up Quinn enter her safe haven of her room. Reaching over she checked her phone finding one new message

Santana: So are you coming with me and Britt next Friday?

Quinn grimaced typing out her reply,

You: Rachel somehow convinced me, so yeah but she is coming too.

Santana: wow you are already whipped! At least I waited until I was getting some.

You: Shut up

Santana: I only speak the truth

Quinn rolled her eyes, tossing her phone back onto her mattress. She slumped onto her comforter, bouncing a couple of times before remaining still.

Stillness is where Quinn found herself the most. Stillness is where she was wrapped up in a comforter warm and soft.

Quinn met the brunette on an average day, but something during the day changed. It was the day were no longer did she want to stand still.