Charlie jogged up the stairs to her room and flopped down, sighing, onto her bed. She needed to get dressed, again, but have a 'nicer' outfit for dinner. Her mother acted like every time they had dinner at the table they needed to dress like they were going to a five star Italian restaurant. She fidgeted with the zipper on her skirt, too lazy to get up and look in her dresser. She looked at her phone to see if anyone had called or texted. None. She only had one person she considered a 'best friend' and they only talked on and off every other day. She tossed it on the floor, feeling making her room the tiniest bit messy was some form of rebellion against her mother's strict clean room rule. She quickly slouched down and picked it up. She heard a small knock on her door and got up to go get it. She peeked through a crack in the door and saw Quinn peering back at her. "Can I come in?" She asked in a hushed tone. "Um…" Charlie opened the door wider and looked around the hall, suspicious since Quinn rarely wanted to come in her room. It was usually only to borrow something. "Sure." She opened the door all the way and leaned back as Quinn glided in. She turned to see her sitting on the bed, her legs neatly crossed and hands on her knee.
"Come. Sit." Quinn coolly smiled. She patted a spot next to her. Charlie winced, fearing this was going to lead to something very bad. She approached the bed and sat. Quinn turned to her, ponytail swaying, and smiled again. "So, I saw you looking at Rachel Berry today." Charlie looked over at one of her walls, covered in photos of flowers, old buildings and other random things. She usually did whenever she felt down or uncomfortable. "Yeah, what of it?" Charlie crossed her arms across her chest and messed with the zipper on her letterman. Why did Quinn care who she stared at. Ever since they had gotten to high school she rarely seemed to care about anything related to Charlie or her interests. Not that Rachel Berry was an interest. Or a big one anyway. "Do you like her?" Quinn chuckled a little. It sounded more bitchy then 'Ha ha, oh my god, Charlie has a crush!'. She wasn't even sure what her sister's view of being gay or bi was. But she felt it matched up with her parents. She had a flashback of her dad watching the news and seeing a report on gay marriage. "Two men getting married, how gross." He had been slightly drunk, but it didn't change the fact that what he said was ignorant. She remembered her mom just calmly nodding in agreement with him. They seemed like cliché, old parents from the fifties. Not ones from the new millennium. But why was she thinking about this? She didn't even know Rachel Berry. She looked back at Quinn and furrowed her brows. "No, how the hell could you even think that?" Charlie looked at the floor and scratched her nose. The question had come out in a cracked voice. Quinn would know something was up. "Charlie, you know she's straight." Charlie bit her lip and turned her head "Yeah, why does that matter? I don't like her. And even if I had feelings for her, it'd be weird because I just met her today." Shit. She shouldn't have said that last sentence. Quinn closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, appearing to be arranging something in her mind. "I just- I don't want high school to be hard for you, Charlie. And if you come out as gay…" Quinn gulped after the word. It seemed a little dramatic. "Or, bi…you know how people will act. You know what they'll say about you." "I'm not gay, Lucy!" Charlie stood up and stared down at her sister. She knew calling her by her real first name would piss her off. "I don't know what the hell your problem is, or why you're even asking me about this, but I can assure you, I'm not, gay." She felt her eyes starting to get hot and her throat burning, which usually meant she was going to cry. She rubbed furiously at her forehead, biting at her lip and glaring at Quinn. Quinn was staring at the flooring, her mouth slightly agape. She stood up, tied the string on her dress, and looked closely at Charlie. "You can tell yourself that Charlie, but I'm your twin. I know you. And you feel the tiniest bit of something in a romantic way for Rachel Berry." Quinn turned on her heel and shut the door behind her. Charlie slapped a hand over her eyes and let out a slight sob, her throat hurting. What was wrong with her? Why was she so upset over Rachel fucking Berry? She had no idea who she was. She knew she was really into Broadway and singing. That was it. That was all.
She peered at the wall again. She realized it wasn't really Rachel Berry she cared about. It was the way people would treat her if she admitted she was anything but straight. She had never really thought of herself as that way, but she would never talk to her mom or sister about it. And if she talked to a therapist, they would just go back to her parents and talk about it. Then she would be kicked out and-…she let out another sob. Today was a shitty day.