HAPPY QUICK WEEK!
I'm so excited! What better way to celebrate my beautiful OTP and everything about them? I don't know if this is any good but, hey, it's worth a shot! This is going to been seven drabbles with all the themes with varying lengths.
It's Day 1 : Family Portrait.
Quick Week's March 12 through March 18 and people should contribute to the love! It's going to be glorious!
A small family portrait sits on the mantle of the Puckerman house. There's a crack running down the center that no one bothers to fix because no one bothers to fix anything around here because no one cares. Everything here's a little old, a little dingy, a little rundown anyways.
So why bother?
It's only three people in the picture. Puck, Sarah, and their mom. No dad. No man of the house.
His mom is standing next to him, in her best Sabbath clothes. Sarah's wearing a flowery dress that's a little too big. Puck looks stiff and uncomfortable in his tie and dress shirt with his yarmulke. The whole picture is a little sad and a little worn. It seems like there's a big, giant, gaping hole in the picture because he's not there. His deadbeat dad, who ditched his family and ran off to be a rock star.
Puck hates the holes he's left in every aspect of their lives.
Quinn had been staying at Puck's house for a few weeks now... and it's different. His mom works late hours at the hospital and won't let her have bacon (but Puck sneaks out and buys her some, so it's okay). Sarah, Puck's baby sister, has practically latched onto her, but she kind of likes it. It's nice to have someone looking up to her.
The biggest thing to get used to is Puck. Quinn isn't sure what they are, really. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Roommates?
Living with him is so much different than living with Finn, though. She slept in the tiny, cramped guest room at the Hudson's on a pull-out couch. But Puck offered up his bed first thing and took the air mattress for himself.
But, no matter how welcoming and sweet Puck was being, Quinn still cried herself to sleep the first night at his house. She was embarrassed he saw her cry but she was sixteen and pregnant and she didn't know what to do. But Puck slipped into the bed with her and held her until she stopped sobbing and sang her soft lullabies until she fell asleep in his arms.
"Puck!" She called, walking in their room, "Did you buy me bacon?"
"Yep, it's hidden the freezer all for you." He winked, strumming his guitar from their bed.
"What's that?" Quinn asked, slowly, looking above their bed. Pinned above their bed was a Polaroid picture of them. It was taken in the choir room at McKinley. Puck was playing guitar with a big grin on his face and she was behind him with her arms wrapped around his neck leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. Tacked up next to it was a little black sonogram of their baby girl.
"It's our family portrait, babe." Puck grinned, bashfully, "Do you like it?"
Quinn bites her lip, fighting back tears and trying to convince herself it's just stupid baby hormones, "I love it."
The picture hangs up on the wall of the Fabray house, sitting in glided golden frame. Dust sits on the picture, like everyone who lives there is trying to forget about it. It's a family portrait of the Fabrays, taken when Quinn was fifteen. After she became Quinn, trying hard to forget all about Lucy, before she got pregnant with Beth.
Back when she was the golden child.
The picture's perfect, the kind of picture every upper-middle class good Christian family like hers strives to have. Her father and mother stand next to each other, with Quinn and her sister, Frannie, sitting in front of them. Russell is wearing a suit and red tie, his hand on Frannie's shoulder. Judy's wearing a very modest red dress and pearls but her smile's a bit too forced. Frannie's hands are clasped in her lap, her diamond engagement ring glinting. Quinn has her long hair curled.
Quinn hates the picture more than anything else in this house.
They make it look like everything was just fucking perfect and happy, when it was really quite the opposite. It makes it seem like that "nice" couple never threw their pregnant daughter out, it makes it seem like her father never cheated, it makes it seem like Judy doesn't find solace at the bottom of a vodka bottle...
Quinn prefers the family portrait Puck made. She wonders if it's still hanging there.
She hopes so.