Disclaimer- I do not own glee, Jodi Picoult (minus the books of hers I do own) or the rights to the film.

A/N:- Sorry for not updating sooner. Work and life got in the way. Thank you to everyone who put this story and me on alert, favourited it and reviewed. It means a lot to me. I can't promise regular updates as I don't have internet access at home, only at my girlfriends mum's house, for the next few months. So please bear with me. Oh, if Quinn seems out of character, it's for a reason. All will be revealed shortly :P

Enjoy :)


It had been four days after Quinn had been kicked out again. Quinn was begining her Saturday by sitting on her bed applying for any job she could apply for. She had already applied for seven in the last few days when she wasn't working or helping Hiram with dinner or offering to help out around the house. She was greatful for all the help the men had given her and for Rachel too. Quinn had felt more at home here with the Berry's than in the seventeen years she spent with her parents.

The night after Quinn had moved into the Berry household, Rachel's fathers called her into the kitchen and began a plan to help her get back on her feet. They went over the house rules again, asked if she would be happy to help Hiram with cooking dinner a few nights a week and help Rachel with the dishes and asked for her plans for the future. She explained she had just got accepted into Yale and was going about applying for a scholaship and student loans. The Berry men told her they would support her in her going to Yale, emotionally and finanically which made Quinn tear up from the kind guesture. They also informed her they would pay her the same allowance they pay to Rachel ($50 a month).

Just as Quinn hit send on a job application, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Quinn called out. The door slowly opened and Rachel walked into the room. Quinn's jaw dropped seeing Rachel in bootleg jeans, pink high top converse and a skin tight, low cut white top. She hadn't yet seen Rachel wear anything other than argle and pennyloafers at school and at home, apart from the slowly changing school atire. She started to blush but before she could dwell to much on how she looked she heard Rachel gasp at how little Quinn had in the room. About twenty books where on the bookcase, only a few photos where scattered across the room (which consisted of Beth and some of the glee club) and little else.

"Quinn, Dad wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to go out to lunch and come to the mall with us. Daddy needs new work shirts for his business trip in a few weeks and my dads thought you would like to go with us and get stuff for your room as well," Rachel asked, biting her lip from being to OTT, like her dads told her not to be.

"Thank you Rachel. I'd love to join you and your fathers for lunch," Quinn said closing her laptop down and getting up off the bed. "I really don't need anything for my room but I would really like to help shop for your fathers shirts. Especially after he wore that horrible one to dinner the other night. Who really thought that bright orange and pink top was worth creating!" Quinn laughed.

"I know. Daddy bought that when Dad and I weren't there and we just can't get rid of it! We throw it out and it just comes back! Dad has to have Daddy's share of fashion sense," Rachel chuckled.

"Maybe he has several hidden and clearly he does," Quinn suggested. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at Rachel's horror to the suggestion. She walked over to the closet and opened up the door. She pulled out a simple white sundress and her brown cowboy boots. She closed the doors and placed the items onto the bed. She begain to pull off her top and could see out of the corner of her eye Rachel was trying not to look at her but was failing. Quinn smirked and pulled her top off and pulled pants down. She heard Rachel matter under her breath at the sight of Quinn in her underwear and saw her turn around.

"Like what you see?" Quinn teased as she slipped into her dress. "Poor Finn," she giggled as she slipped into her shoes. She grabbed her purse and began to head to the door. "Don't worry I won't tell him you checked me out," she smirked as she walked out the door. Rachel, too stunned to reply, followed behind Quinn quietly.


A few hours later the girls and the two men were full from lunch and were walking around the mall. Leroy was holding several bags of clothes of which his loving husband and daughter and Quinn had made him buy. The began to walk past a bookstore and Quinn looked through the window and saw the lastest book from her favourate author was out. She vowed to save up tp buy it.

"Quinn," Hiram asked. "If there is anything you want, just tell us what you would like and we will get it for you. You are our daughter now, so we will treat you just like we treat Rachel." Quinn not used to the kindness she was recieving, started to cry. "Quinn, I never meant to make you cry," he said as he leant in to hug her along with Rachel.

"I... I have received more love and kindness from you all in the last few days than my family has ever given me. Even after I moved back in with my mom after Beth, it was the same. So cold and distant. Thank you so much for letting me stay. Thank you," she said softly, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Well, I think after what you have been through, retail therapy may be what you need," Leroy said. Quinn nodded and agreed. Rachel, who had at some point linked hands with Quinn, pulled Quinn towards the book store. Neither let go of the others hand unless needed while they spent the next few hours shopping. Buy the time they got home, Quinn had more than enough to decorate her room and Rachel considered turning the spare room next to her room into a second wardrobe.


Later that night Quinn was in the kitchen making veggie pasta for everyone. Quinn requested she make dinner while the Hiram and Leroy pick out movies, to which Rachel tried to through a Diva tantrum, when Hiram insisted it was going to be a musical free night. She was just about to serve up when she heard muffled voices from the hall.

"Finn... No I'm..." she could hear it was Rachel talking and and slowly moved towards the door to hear more.

"Finn, I cannot see you tonight. I am having dinner with my fathers and we are watching movies tonight as a family." Rachel went quiet as Finn obviously spoke.

"Finn, Quinn is family too! She moved in with us when she needed someone most again. You do not get to control my friendship with her. You do not get to decide if I spend time with her and if my fathers choose to make her one of the family." Quinn slowly walked closer towards the kitchen door.

"Finn, I've put up with your controlling nature and self obsessed ego long enough. You fed me meat because you forgot I was vegan, you forget our dates unless it suits you, you put yourself before anyone else and you sit back and let everyone treat me like shit and even join in. I accepted your proposal as I thought you had changed the last few weeks but clearly not. I will give you your ring back on Monday. I thought I loved you but it turns out I love the man that kissed me in the auditorium and whisked me of my feet, not the boy who has taken his place and turned into something I don't recognise anymore. Goodbye Finn. Do not try to win me back. It will not work and I will not go back to you. Goodbye."

Quinn rushed back to the stove and started dishing up before Rachel realised she was eaves dropping.

"Smells good Quinn," Rachel said as she walked into the kitchen. "Want me to... Oh, the table has already been set. Thank you."

Quinn smiled. She had even placed everyones favourate drinks on the table along with a garden salad and homemade vegan garlic bread (she used the alternate soy products in the house to the usual dairy).

"It's nothing," Quinn said as she finished serving up the pasta into a big bowl. She carried it over to the table and placed it in the middle, the servingware next to the bowl. Just at that moment, Leroy and Hiram walked in.

"Smells good Quinn," they said before Leroy continued. "We decided on My Sister's Keeper. We've not seen it in ages and given that Quinn owns all of Jodi Picoults novels now, I thought it would be like a proper 'Welcome to the family'.

"Thank you. I love that movie," Quinn smiled. "Now, dinner is served."

And Quinn took her place at the dinner table and finally had the family dinner she had wanted all of her life.


Thoughts? Should I continue from here and show the movie or skip a little?