Hello guys! Here's a new multi-chapter Quinntana fic for you all! This is about Quinn first, the second chapter will be about Santana! Enjoy and review, please!
When Quinn Fabray was 6 years old, her parents, Russell and Judy, took her to the zoo. Cincinnati Zoo, to be exact. Being a young, energetic girl, Quinn was determined to see every animal they had to show. She started at the reptiles, then moved on to the birds, and amphibians before getting to the mammal section. Just as she was about to walk up to the cheetah exhibit, her father clapped a hand over her eyes, and her mother tugged her toward her.
"Mommy! Daddy! Please, I want to see the cheetah!" Quinn cried out in protest, her hands making little grabby motions toward the general direction of the exhibit. Her mother shrieked in horror suddenly and pulled Quinn away completely, making her walk quickly until they reached the café.
"But, mom…" Quinn stamped her feet, ready to burst into full-blown tantrum. Her father crouched down (her mother remained standing up straight, as to not ruin her perfect, designer dress) and rested one beefy hand on her shoulder.
"Listen here, Q." Russell began, speaking softly and slowly as if his daughter were an imbecile (just to clarify; she most definitely wasn't). "There are some things in this world that should not be displayed in public. What your mother and I saw back there," Russell jerked his thumb back. "Was one of those things. We're just protecting you."
"What was it?" Quinn asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on her heels. Russell sighed in exasperation and Judy glared at her.
"See, Russell? I told you she'd want to know." She snapped, turning on her heel. Quinn watched her mother storm off, as graceful as ever, to the lady's toilets.
"It was…" Russell thought, wondering how to word it. "Two ladies…together…kissing." He practically shuddered in disgust, but the confused look on Quinn's face stayed. She raised one eyebrow, as if to prompt him to elaborate. Again, her father sighed, rubbing his temple with two fingers.
"Okay, you know those awful Disney films you love so much? What happens in the end of each of them?"
"The beautiful lady marries the handsome man." Quinn stated, nodding vigorously.
"Exactly. Quinnie, you live by those films. You recite every damn phrase from it. So, basically, I want you to live like one of those beautiful ladies. Be classy, find a handsome, rich man and never become like one of those ladies back in the mammal section." Russell waited to hear Quinn's response. The short, skinny blonde nodded, blinking slowly.
"'Kay. Can I have some ice cream now?"
By the time Quinn was 16, she had abided by her father's rules about living like one of the beautiful ladies in the Disney films. She was classy, never wearing a skirt too short, aside from her coveted cheerleading skirt. She found a handsome man, Finn Hudson, who, although was not rich yet, would be one day. She just knew it. And she had, as of yet, not become like one of those ladies in the mammal section. She never looked at a girl too closely. In fact, she made sure she kept away from them as much as possible. She saw every girl as an enemy, even though she knew they'd never be as classy, popular or pretty as she was. But it was better to be safe than to be sorry. So, at lunchtimes, instead of hanging around with the rest of the Cheerios at the 'popular table' in the cafeteria, she studied in the library. She'd flick through endless textbooks, making notes as necessary. If she wasn't as popular as she was, she knew she'd get flack for it. But no one dared make any insulting comment toward her; otherwise she would destroy them, no doubt about it.
Quinn was living the dream. She had everything any high school girl wanted. The girls wanted to be her, the guys wanted to be on her, which always proved a problem. Being a teenage guy, Finn often made a grab for her breast, or tried to redirect her hand to his crotch. She remained vigilant, never letting Finn get too far with her. She knew if she went too far, she would never come back. Finn just needed training, like a puppy. Never give in. Whenever she felt like letting him do whatever to her, her famous Celibacy Club motto flashed through her mind in bold, red letters; "It's all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing." She'd immediately stop, straighten out her uniform and exit, leaving Finn with an awkward boner and a dumb expression on his face. Quinn loved it.
Quinn's parents were as pious as ever, attending church every Sunday with their 'perfect' daughter in tow. Russell and Judy were both admired and feared by their fellow churchgoers. Everyone watched the Fabray enter, every Sunday, with a mixture of pure terror and pure awe. The daughters, however, were insanely jealous of Quinn Fabray. They wanted to be like her; popular, beautiful, smart and just plain perfect. The parents wanted to be like, and be liked by, Russell and Judy. They were the 'celebrities' of the church, always looked up to, and never looked down on.
Like I said, Quinn Fabray led a perfect life. She was on honor roll, as well, obviously going to go far in life. Her parents hoped she would go to Yale, or Harvard, an Ivy League like her father did. Quinn dreamt of owning her own cosmetics company. Even though she was naturally flawless (and damn, did she know it) she was a great lover of makeup, spending hours in her room experimenting with different shades of lipstick, eye shadow and blush.
And go to Yale she did. She got an early acceptance, much to the delight of her parents. She studied Management, as she still had her heart on setting up Fabray Cosmetics. With the help of her daddy (and his fat wad of money) she graduated Yale and moved to the big city, New York. She quickly set up a small business, Fabray Cosmetics, selling cute yet affordable makeup must-haves.
It wasn't long before Fabray Cosmetics became a worldwide phenomenon.