Once upon a ball

By: Princessrose175

Chapter one

Ball gowns and dreadful mothers

Author's note: Hello Everyone! Welcome to my story! Thank you for giving this one a chance I am pretty excited about it! This story is going to include bits of finchel and faberry and small bits of fuinn, I'm not sure how long this story may get, but I can promise you that I will not drop this story. I promise I will make sure that this story gets a proper ending.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters, if I did, they would already be in season four of the sequel, but they're not so I guess I don't own it. I also DON'T own vogue or the vogue vault.

Quinn POV

Ugh! Today is the day my mom is going to bring me dress shopping for our winter formal, which just means the girls are finally going to put in a dress and boys my put a tie on top of their raggedy superhero shirts. And the worst part is my mom somehow believes that I need a 'new gorgeous gown fit for a princess.' Although maybe this means she'll finally notice me. I'm not a big deal around here, I'm mostly just fit in with all of the gymnasts and dancers. While the popular crowd consists of the theater geeks and people who aren't doomed to a life of a Lima loser. Guess I didn't make the cut. And of course she is one of them, not one of us. But, it doesn't matter she has eyes for one tall glass of Finn Hudson, I never said it was a good drink. Probably just a tall glass of expired milk, he used to actually have a brain, he was one of the smartest kids in the class, but then his "buddies" decided that he needed to come back down to their level of straight C's.

"Quinnie! Time to goooooo!"calls the disaster known as my mother.

"Coming Queen!" I sassily reptile back

"What did you call me!?"

"Mother."

"That's what I thought. Let's go."

She grabs the keys and practically stomps to the car, those heels do not do good for her. Maybe next time she should go with the two inch wedges instead of the five inch heels, or she could be like me, the tween, and wear flats and boots, or occasionally wear short wedges and heels. Oh well.

I'm pulled out of my daydream as we pull into the mall's parking lot. Then, she devil breaks the silence.

"Come on Quinnie, we're here!" She 'Joyfully' sings to me. Notice the quotes.

"I can see mom."I reply flatly.

We get out of the car and go to hike across the slushy and icy parking lot. It only takes a minute or two to do it, but with these bitter winds it feels like a year. Once were in the store she takes her and my coat and goes to hang them in the back, since this is where she works as manager.

I started to wander around and immediately my eyes fall to this glamorous two piece dress that's all white and has a jewel line across the bottom of the top and the waistline of the skirt. I was in love, of course my mother had another idea as she dragged me to the longer and more "normal" dresses.

At first she shows me this beautiful cascading ball gown, that has a silver jewel bodice and these beautiful mint green cascading ruffles, but it's not my style. She has her assistant at the vault take it into the dressing room for me. The next one she shows me is this beaded mermaid gown that looks like it's from the 50's, especially with that baby girl pink. The third one is a dark purple mermaid gown with a bottom that is puffed out, well I guess the plus side to that is if I fall it will break my fall.

"Look at this dress Quinn, it's beautiful!"

"Yay! You actually called me Quinn, finally! And that's not a beautiful dress it's a purple dress that had a minor explosion at the bottom of it."

"Haters going to hate, I guess. Alice! Bring this to her dressing room please!"

Why? Why! Does the world hate me! I just want my white wonderland dress!

The final dress she shows me looks like she's trying to get me to seduce a boy, I mean seriously! It's called devil's red and has a low sweetheart neckline with a jewel belt and jewels aligning the neckline. Is it bad that I want to roll my eyes at her right now.

"Yes. Yes it is sweetheart, you shouldn't want to roll your eyes at me."

"Oops! I said that out loud?"

"Just the eye roll part."

"Few!" I say swiftly wiping my hand across my forehead.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing mother." Nice save!

"Now, you are allowed to pick four dresses to try on, any four dresses."

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!"

I immediately made a move to run over to the winter wonderland ensemble and pick it off the rack in my size, my second option is a silver high low dress with a halter neckline with a diamond belt. My third option is a mint green dress that has sheer sleeves, and a jewel line going diagonally across the mint green bodice.

I turned around and found the most beautiful dress ever, but I already had my four, so when my mom wasn't looking I sneaked it into the dressing room. It would be worth it if I get caught, for this beautiful baby girl pink long flowing Aurora dress.

I get back to the dress rack I had been standing at just as she calls my name.

"Quinnie! Let's have you try these on before you sneak any dresses in there."

"Ok mom!"

I run over to the dressing room where my dresses are hanging, I go to close the door just as my mom's assistant, Alice, hands me a robe to change into, before I try on the first dress.

I slip of my scarf, then shirt, then tank, hopefully I can leave my bra on. Then I pull off my shoes, socks and leggings. I finish tying the robe's belt around my waist just as Alice knocks to come in.

"Quinn, can I come in now." Asks a delicate voice who belongs to Alice Vanhoover.

"Yeah." I simply said back.

She comes in and immediately starts unzipping the Aurora dress for me to try on. She slips it on me and has me turn around so she can zip me. As soon as she says I'm ready I walk out to come face to face with my mother.

"Oh Quinnie, you look gorgeous."

Oh, how pleasant it is to hear her coon over me.

"Thank you" I said back as I pulled my hair over my shoulder, which displayed the beautiful diamond teardrop earrings that she had me wear today.

I pulled open the door and walked out of the large dressing room to come face to face with my mother, who was sitting on the plush velvet bench outside of the room cross legged.

"Oh Quinnie!" She exclaimed with a gasp, "You look gorgeous!"

"Trust me mom, I know," I will never be one to be humble, " but this isn't the dress for me."

Twenty minutes later, I had picked out my dress and all I had to do now was find the perfect shoes.

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Rachel POV

Today my dads decided that once I woke up they would drag me to The Vault, to get my winter formal outfit. I already had a million dresses, since papa was in such a high position at Vogue, he was allowed to go inside The Vogue Vault, and take thing here and there, without getting in trouble. So of course, he had to take me to the vault so I could get a, "beautiful new dress for me to impress boys with," even though it's the not the boys who will be impressed. Besides, I only want to impress one boy, Finn Hudson.

But, to my dismay, I spent five hours just picking out dresses to try on, not one single dress had touched my finger yet. Apparently a," young lady shouldn't have to carry around all of that weight of dozens of dresses," which is why he has given his partner in crime, Andrew, all of the dresses I have been interested in to bring to the dressing room. Which totals up to about thirty dresses. No joke. But, nevertheless thirty minutes into the dress fitting and half way through the various dresses we chose, I found the one. A blue grey dress that barely hit my knees, with a jewel bodice with jewel lines coming down from the bodice onto the skirt like icicles. I thank my papa for the dress as I put my striped white and gray form fitting tee back on, with my denim button up jacket, and my black leggings. All that's left to do is lace up my keds and go out to the car and go home. I closed the door to go out, just as my papa was saying his last goodbyes to Andrew, even though he would be seeing him tomorrow when he comes over to help get me ready. Which may seem weird, but Andrew is like an older brother to me, he just graduated college two years ago, and he has been like a son to my Papa, since he was an eighth grader, and his mother got a part time job at Vogue as a receptionist, and he was forced to go to work with her in the summer, which gave him the opportunity to get to know my papa. Soon enough, he was my father's intern and weeks later he became part of the family when his mother past away from the flu. But, you didn't come to hear the story of his life so onward!

As soon as I noticed that my papa was going to take hours to say goodbye and chat with Andrew, I headed toward his office to get a fresh cup of jasmine tea and a raspberry scone from his weekly delivery of pastries. I walked in and went to grab my tea bag when I noticed a mason jar full of dum-dum suckers in plain sight. It wouldn't hurt if I grabbed just one, right? I noticed that my Papa was nearing his luxurious modern office, and that if I wanted one I had to move quick. So I quickly, but quietly unscrewed the lid, and grabbed the first blueberry one I saw and screwed the lid right back on. And as soon as I put the sucker away in my pocket he was walking over to his mini kitchen to get Andrew and him a coffee, and a blueberry muffin for him and a cinnamon swirl pastry for Andrew. Thank goodness I had my own little space here or else I'd have to listen to my father and Andrew discussing how terrible it was that I hadn't found a boyfriend yet. Which doesn't even seem fair because Andrew has been dating this one girl since his seventh grade year and he still hasn't proposed yet! But, they just say that proves their point, that I should get a boyfriend this year, more. But oh well… it's not like I can go running to mommy, I don't even know who she is. But she didn't give me a second thought why should I give her one.

I went to lie down on my comfy and glamorous grey Annabelle chaise lounge as my father finished putting the finishing touches on his tea and as he called for me to get ready to leave, so much for relaxing in my little corner of his office apartment. I went over to the door and got ready to walk out and board the private jet to go home to Ohio with Papa and Andrew.

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Mercedes POV

"So Quinn, what are you planning on doing to get your girl."

"I'm really not sure, I mean she's not even interested in me."

"Who cares." Commented Kurt

"You're Quinn Fabray, if you really want her, go get her." I added onto Kurt's comment.

"Yeah, but she's Rachel Berry, and I'm just Quinn Fabray."

"You are not,' just Quinn Fabray'!" Kurt demanded.

"You're right, I'm Lucy Fabray!"

"You're not getting our point Quinn!" I calmly yelled.

So, that's the end for now. I really hope y'all liked it, and thank you for those of you who are taking your time to read my author's notes. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope to publish chapter two in two weeks at the latest. Reviews are amazing! I would love to hear your suggestions, thoughts about the story and comments! I'm always looking for new ideas to mix things up so feel free to pm me a suggestion for a story or for this one or even put a comment