A/N: So welcome to this little random A/U story conceived by a random twitter conversation and it evolved into so much more-this :) I have spent so much time working on this and have hit some writers block. I admit that I have stopped it and left it for almost a year before starting again. I've had some wonderful people over the course of a year and a halfish helping me from every different angle so I thank everyone that has helped me. I started this in August 2015.
Disclaimer I own nothing but my own imagination
Chapter One
Quinn stepped into the house as silently as she could as to not wake her dad. She knew he went to bed early most nights in order to get up early and get to work. Her mother was out of town so Quinn didn't have to worry about her thankfully; not like she would say anything anyways but that's besides the point. She didn't want to get caught by either of her parents regardless. It just wouldn't be a good idea.
She saw the light on in her father's study and froze. It was nearing midnight, two hours past Quinn's curfew. She thought he might be waiting up for her and that she'd be grounded, but then she heard it. The clear distinctive voice of her father's, clearly angry, talking to someone. She crept closer to listen in, the door cracked open a little.
"I don't care who you are or who your mother is. You are not my child. The only children I have are perfectly happy. One is upstairs asleep in her bedroom and the other is happily married with two kids of her own. You need to leave now, before Lucy wakes up!" Quinn gasped quietly at hearing that; she was frozen, wanting to hear more of the conversation.
"Look, I don't care that you didn't want me and clearly never will. I just want to know my sisters. If you let me get to know them, I'd spin a lie somehow, I don't know how." The girl said and Quinn thought sounded like she was in her twenties at best, maybe a little younger.
Quinn wanted to get a better look and listen in a little more, but she knew the conversation was ending, she knew how her father worked. She knew that any minute now he'd be escorting her out of the house, slam the door in her face and speed walk back to his study. She had to move, but she was trying to find the perfect location. Looking around she figured it out. Quinn quietly snuck away to the front door; unlocking it before stepping outside into the hot July air and waited in the bushes. For once Quinn was grateful for them. She waited just a few minutes before her prediction came true, the girl was tossed out of the house with the door slammed in her face.
Quinn watched as the girl stood there for a minute or two, defeated, before slowly turning around and walking toward the street where Quinn assumed her car was waiting. The girl had made it to the sidewalk and her hand was reaching for the car door. Before Quinn realized what she was doing, she was up out of the bushes and racing toward the girl.
"WAIT!" Quinn called as she slowed down to a stop beside the girl.
"Listen, I know you were just in my house and I want to know who you are. I want to know why my father was yelling at you at midnight." The girl raised her eyebrow at Quinn.
"My name is Bella Pierce, I assume you're Lucy?" At Quinn's nod she continued.
"I'm your sister. Well half sister. Russell is the guy that helped create me. I didn't come here looking for a father, I already have one. I'm just looking for my family. Listen kid you're clearly out past curfew and I'm assuming in big trouble. Russell said you were asleep, so here's my number in case of an emergency or if you want to talk. I'd suggest hiding it from Russell. He didn't plan to tell your mother or you about me and clearly never will. He doesn't want us to know each other." Bella explained before hopping in her car and driving off, leaving Quinn standing there confused, or angry or hurt. She couldn't decide.
She knew she wasn't going to sleep tonight, but she knew she needed to get in her bed within the next ten minutes before her father went to bed himself. He'd be checking up on her. Sighing, she slowly turned around and walked back to the house, creeping inside and upstairs to bed. She collapsed onto her bed and fell into a restless sleep.
When she woke up the next morning she was dreading going downstairs. Not only because she knew her father would be awake, but he'd be waiting for her. Her mother wouldn't be home for another few hours; Quinn knew she couldn't stall. Her father didn't believe in sleeping in. If she wasn't up and dressed by 10am, he'd come looking for her. She sighed and got herself ready for the day, before going downstairs and greeting her father.
"Morning daddy." Quinn greeted him with a kiss to his cheek.
"Good morning Lucy. Did you sleep okay? You look a little tired." Quinn shrugged.
"I couldn't sleep very well last night. Funny thing is, I came down for a glass of milk last night around midnight and your study light was on. Daddy, what were you doing awake at that time of night?" Quinn asked, playing the innocent daughter role.
"Just some paperwork that I forgot about that needed to be finished, sweetheart." He answered.
"Are you lying, daddy? I heard voices last night, angry voices. Who was over at that time of night?" Quinn asked dropping the innocent tone, demanding an answer.
"Lucy, it's too early for this." Russell answered, avoiding the question.
"ANSWER ME!" Quinn yelled. "I heard some of the conversation, you know. Who was that lady?" Quinn asked.
"No one you need to be concerned about, she's gone." Quinn rolled her eyes, hating her father for lying straight to her face.
"I'm going out for breakfast. I have cheer practice later anyway." Quinn said, running to the closet to grab her gym bag, before running out the door away from her father. She needed to figure out how to tell mom; she deserved to know.
Quinn spent most of the afternoon running track with the rest of the team; why did cheerleaders have to run track all the time? Quinn didn't know but she was grateful for the distraction. She returned home sometime late in the afternoon, and was grateful once again that her father's car was gone. She dropped her bag in the foyer and searched the house for her mother, finding her reading in the living room.
"Mom?" Quinn asked from the doorway.
"Oh there you are, Quinnie. Come here, I want to talk to you." Quinn raised her eyebrow in question as she walked closer to her mother and sat down beside her.
"Your father told me you were very rude to him this morning. Care to explain why? You know we don't accept any attitude in this house, Quinn." Quinn sighed. It was going to be hard but she had to do it now.
"I asked him a question and he wouldn't answer. He had a guest in the study at midnight and he wouldn't tell me who she was. I had to find out for myself last night when he thought I was asleep, but I wanted his answer." Judy smiled sadly at her daughter; sometimes she thought her husband was harsh on Quinn but she didn't say anything.
"Sweetheart, you can't just yell at your father. Who was she?" Judy asked, having a sinking feeling that her husband was being unfaithful.
"She said her name was Bella. She's younger than Fran but older than me. She said she's my sister. Daddy is her father. Do you think daddy cheated on you?" Judy took in a sharp breath.
"This isn't something we should be discussing, Quinn. This is between your father and I." Quinn rolled her eyes. She had heard that line before.
"Why not? I'm going to be dragged through everything, just be honest with me!"
"You are too young for this conversation, Quinn!" Quinn rolled her eyes. Too young?
"I'm too young? Mother, I'm fifteen! You guys treat me like I'm ten most days! TALK TO ME LIKE AN ADULT!" Judy sighed and realized that she did need to tell her daughter the truth.
"This might be hard to hear, but yes. I've had thoughts for a while now, but I've had no proof." Quinn stared into her mother's eyes, anger filling her once again.
"You knew he was being unfaithful and yet you still stay married to him?" Quinn asked, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"I have no proof of anything, Quinn. Watch your tone." Quinn shook her head. She was getting in trouble for trying to find answers?
"YOU JUST ADMITTED THAT'S HE'S BEING UNFAITHFUL! HE'S COMMITTING A SIN! YET YOU STILL STAY WITH HIM?" Quinn yelled frustrated, why is it that when she decides to do the right thing she gets in trouble?
"Lucille Quinn Fabray! You stop this yelling right now and calm down. You want to have this conversation? Then you need to act your age and speak, not yell." Judy told her daughter.
"Okay fine." Quinn said, sitting down. She was still angry at being told off.
"Why are you still with him? I mean, why not just get an answer and leave him?" Judy sighed.
"I've thought about it for a few years now. When he started growing distant toward us, long hours at the office. Coming in late, smelling like he's showered. I've never had any proof, so I let it be. I didn't want to start problems between the two of us and have either you or your sister dragged in. It started way before you were born, but it got worse as you were older." Quinn nodded.
"What if you could get proof, what would you do then?" Quinn needed to hear this answer, even if it meant her life was about to change, for better or worse.
"I'd ask for a divorce, fight for custody of you and move someplace new. We'd get a fresh start. Why are you asking this, Quinn?" Oh, so now it was back to Quinn; her mother honored her request a few years ago to be called Quinn, but Russell wouldn't.
"Would you actually do it if there was proof?" Quinn asked, she needed to be reassured that at the end of the day she'd still have one parent.
"Yes. Do you have proof, Quinn? Is that why you're asking all of a sudden?" Quinn nodded slowly.
"Possibly. This lady, Bella, She's in her early twenties, I think. She said she was my sister last night and that Russell was her father. She gave me her number, said to call if I ever wanted to talk." Quinn said, showing her mother her phone.
"Call or text her and find a time and place for the three of us to meet next week. This way we'll see if it's true. Until then leave it be, okay Lucille?" Quinn nodded, texting the number Bella gave her the night before.
She knew that if she got called by her full name at any given time she was to listen, or was in trouble or both at the same time. The next week would be rough, but Quinn figured she could avoid her father, or just not speak to her parents at all. She didn't know what would happen after that meeting, but things would be confusing and heartbreaking from there on out. While she waited for an answer she distracted herself by taking a shower, hopefully one that would calm her down. She knew her mom would be cooking dinner to keep herself distracted as well.
When Quinn got out of the shower twenty minutes later, she avoided her phone; the one that was blinking at her, telling her she had a message. She took her time getting dressed, before finally walking over to the phone and opening it.
Bella had responded, saying that they'd meet at a Starbucks next Saturday. They were to show up at 2pm at the edge of town, about a twenty minute drive from where Quinn lived.
End chapter
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