A/N: So hello. I know you're probably wondering, what is this chick up to? Posting new stories? I know, even I think I'm insane. But I was on tumblr the other day, after the Quinn/Pink hair sex riot came out. And I saw this idea of there being Fabray triplets. First I just want to say, I'm not trying to steal anyone's idea. I saw the idea, and wanted to write a fic about Fabray triplets. For my personal enjoyment and yours. I'm not trying to claim anything here. Also I know that the idea of Charlie Fabray was created by someone else. I would love to know who, so I could credit them. But in saying that, I'm going to try put a my own spin on Charlie. Just like Quinn. And Scarlett. You'll read about her, if you can be bothered reading past this :) So I hope that you enjoy it, if you decide to read it. Thanks for giving it a go. If you like it, that's awesome. If you don't, well that's cool too.
E5O x
Exhale
Prologue
'Because to them, we're strangers'
Heads turned. Eyes believed to be deceiving. The image seemed completely unnatural. Three sisters. Identical in features. Different in style. Completely opposite in personality.
They were never seen together. They were never asked about their sisters. It was an unwritten rule.
But today, the Fabray triplets sat together in the cafeteria, while the entire school body looked on. Whispering stories. Asking questions. Sharing rumours.
Finn Hudson sat with Noah Puckerman, next to a table full of jocks. Both boys completely baffled at the scene. Finn was sure that Quinn hated her sisters. Noah knew first hand that Scarlett found her sister's frustratingly annoying.
Mike Chang sat with Sam Evans, wondering why his best friend sat next to her sisters, instead of sitting at their usual table. He knew that Charlie couldn't stand Quinn at school. He knew that Scarlett and Charlie saved any sort of relationship they had for when they were at home.
Santana Lopez and Brittney Pierce sat together, openly wondering why Quinn looked so distraught, wondering why she was after her sisters comfort instead of theirs. In their heads however, each girl wondered about a specific sister of their own.
Rachel Berry sat with the rest of the Glee club, drowning out the whispered rumours Kurt and Mercedes shared. Her eyes stayed glued to Quinn Fabray, whilst she sat with her sisters, Charlotte and Scarlett.
"Everyone is looking at us." Charlie tells her sisters, slouching her shoulders over to hide from the stares.
"It's over. My entire life is over." Quinn buries her head in her hands. Charlie looks to the eldest triplet, Scarlett, silently asking her what they should do. Scarlett doesn't do comforting. Both her sisters know that.
"It's not over." She rolls her eyes.
"How can you say that? You have nothing, you have no standards to live up to." Quinn hisses. Scarlett raises her brow, challenging her sister. Charlie sees the challenge, decides she should defuse the bomb before it explodes. Something Charlie never does. But now is not the time for dirty family secrets to be aired.
"Quinn. She's just trying to help you." Charlie defends. Scarlett's brow drops, looking at Charlie with confusion. "As long as she wakes up, everything will be fine."
"And if she doesn't?" Quinn asks desperately.
"Then you're looking at murder." Scarlett states. Charlie looks at her, wishing that Scarlett knew the meaning of sympathetic.
Quinn breaks down in tears. Scarlett and Charlie look to each other for answers.
"Fucking hell Quinn. Get up." Scarlett grabs her sisters hand. An action so little, that causes so much attention. "Grab your shit Charls." Scarlett orders, dragging her sisters out of the lunch room. The sound of the lunch room door closing, echoes through out the silent room.
TBC