Thanks to those reviewed the last chapter!
Okay so I will try and be one of those amazing authors who update every week or so but I make absolutely no promises.
Like most of my stories, this chapter is really different than my prolaugue. There's a lot of issues and mixed feelings. I hope they seem realistic :)
I spent a lot of Religion classes planning this out, and I hope that these characters don't take over like they always end up doing.
Jeeze how do people make ten thousand worded chapters?
Sigh
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I don't own Glee.
Chapter 1
Judy Fabray knew she wasn't the best mother she could be.
She could practically hear her daughter screaming that in her mind every time she spoke to her, but she did nothing about it.
She was raised to be perfect. She was the perfect high school girl; the co-captain of the Cheerios and her high school sweetheart was going to do great things. She did things properly. Went to college, got married, then had her babies.
She was always taught that perfection and your reputation is the key. With out a good status, you have people to fear and someone to look down at you.
This seemed to escape her mind as she sat in the uncomfortable plastic hospital chairs and was fidgeting at her bright blue blazer, waiting for the information the doctor called her in about. They said it was about Quinn.
Quinn. Her precious Lucy. Quinnie, who was in a coma, her head wrapped and her body put in a brace while they had forced a breathing tube into her mouth. Her sweet blonde colored hair fanned out on her pillows. The beating monitor next to her bed, obvious of the slow beating of her daughter's heart.
Judy sighed, brushing the hair out of her face impatiently as she glanced around anxiously for her family doctor once more. Or at least someone to tell her why she had spent the last fifteen minutes scolding herself in this stupid waiting room with blank walls staring back at her. Why she had checked her phone every what felt like five minutes but actually every single minute.
"Judy?" a faint whisper interrupted the loud silence, making Judy snap her head up. Judy was face to face with her family doctor and a parent she had known since he was a freshman and she was a senior. Judy saw two men, The Hummel family. She wondered what the hell they were doing with her doctor when all she wanted was news about her baby girl. "We all need to talk about something."
Judy was lead with the two men in a silent trip to her doctor's office. She had gone down this hallway many times. She just never thought one of these times it would've been for this reason.
They followed her into the office after waiting patiently while she fumbled with her keys to open the door. Judy grimaced as she sat down next to them, avoiding their eyes.
cleared her throat, the noise suddenly too loud. "I'm sure why you are all wondering why you're here."
In the silence, the three pairs of eyes staring back at her all screamed, "Yes. Yes please."
looked back at the files that have been open for the past few days. She knew how to go at this, but now she was actually there. She didn't think she would ever have to mention to a family that their daughter was switched at birth.
"You are well aware that you share the same birthday with Lucy Fabray, yes Kurt?" asks, asking herself where exactly she was going with this. Kurt nodded, his face giving away nothing about what he was thinking.
"Yes, I'm aware."
knew this next sentence was a little out of proportion, "And you are aware that you had a twin sister for the first two years of your life, right?"
Kurt nodded, his eyes blank. Next to him, were his dad starting to grow overprotective, and Judy starting to wonder why she was involved in this situation? "Now I don't think that's nessa-"
"Oh it's plenty necessary, Mr. Hummel. For this case it is. Now that we all know that Kurt had a twin sister and he and Quinn or Lucy were born on the same day, we can look into it.
"Miss Fabray's crash was fatal. The car crashed right into the driver's window and the air bags in her vehicle barely had time to react. The glass shattered and she lost an terrible amount of blood that day." Judy knew all this. She didn't know why she was being forced to listen to it again when her and her eldest daughter were forced to watch over the living and barely breathing proof of what happened that day. "She had lost so much blood, we asked her family if they were willing to be kind enough to give some. Now usually we would use blood donors, but in this case, Miss Fabray has a very rare type of blood and it's hard to find in blood donors. It's hard to find in this situation as well, because we discovered that none of her family seemed to have the same blood type."
Judy switched her anxious look from her diamond ring on her pointer finger back to her doctor. "That's impossible. Quinnie is our birth child."
scooted her chair back, nodding thoughtfully. "My thoughts exactly. I looked up Lucy-or Quinn's file and switched back to the date of her birth. It says here that she has the exact same blood type as the rest of the Fabray family."
Kurt frowned, shaking his head frantically. "Wait, so, I don't understand. What-what is going on here, why are my dad and I here for?"
Stacy removed the bang from her eyes. "Well, Kurt I was an assistant the day you, Quinn and Katherine were all born. I could recall helping two separate girls to the nursery, the two girls happened to look a lot alike. I left the two girls in their capable hands, and left for the little boy. I remembered Quinn wasn't the only one born on that day. I checked at your file. Luckily, your blood was tested about two weeks ago so we didn't have to do any shots. Yours, your mothers, your fathers all matched Quinn's blood type. We found it odd how Katherine seemed to fit the description of Lucy and vice versa. We were curious to see what we would find, so we did some DNA samples.
After doing so, we discovered what happened."
Judy could barely breathe. This was a lot of information to take in. Her voice came out raspy and whispered, her eyes widened. "What?"
"They were switched. At birth."
Judy could've sworn she heard different. But what sounds similar to 'switched at birth'? Burt, unlike Judy who seemed to be stunned into complete silence, spoke up. "What do you mean my little girl was switched at birth?"
Dr. Harrison gave a tentative smile. "Exactly what I just said, Mr. Hummel. I wasn't involved in nursing the babies, so I don't know how this happened. Quinn and Kurt's DNA samples matched perfectly."
One person we haven't talked about is Kurt. And Kurt, well, he was downright terrified. His twin sister wasn't actually his twin sister. Considering the small bond they seemed to have in the videos, yes, they seemed to be like twins, but she wasn't actually her twin.
This suddenly cleared up so much to him. Kurt never was one for the Cheerios, especially when they seemed to love to torture. Yet, he always had this some sort of connection with Quinn.
He remembered at times in the morning when finishing up his routine of cleaning a blueberry slushy off his face, seeing Quinn run into the bathroom with her hand placed over her mouth. He remembered helping her once, unable to keep the flinch off his face and keep the instincts from helping her. Damn his mother for passing on parental instincts.
He proceeded to rub her back, and take the pony from hanging near her mouth. He remembered the days that she was so helpful in glee club and her support. It was weird he always had a sort of connection.
Now he knew why. They shared DNA.
As if his life weren't dramatic enough.
"My daughter was switched at birth. Huh, and yet you never seemed to notice this before?" Burt was delirious, his hand perched and his back stiff.
Dr. Harrison shook her head patiently, her blonde ponytail swaying at the movement. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. We haven't looked at Katherine's file for quite a while. It was unnecessary to do so. There was something off about Quinn, and she was born on the same date. We apologize. I don't know what you want to do about this situation.
The way I see it, though; there are three possible solutions. One, you could tell Quinn when she awakes from her coma and is ready for information but still live life as you were. Two, you could do what I had just suggested Mrs. Fabray could adopt Quinn so it makes Quinn her official daughter, or lastly Mrs. Fabray could hand Quinn over to the Hummel family and see if Quinn can adapt into living with them after growing up with the Fabrays. Other than that, I see no other solution." Dr. Harrison sighed, her hands folded in front on the papers scattered across her desk. She really needed to clean her office out soon.
The three people sitting in silent all had different reactions. Kurt Hummel, a patient who seems to come in every four years, was sitting with his legs crossed and his mouth slightly parted. His eyes seemed to be very interested in the walls and the cheap blue carpet design. Mr. Hummel, Burt; was sitting in silence with his fists and jaw clenched. His green eyes were hard and he was looking at her directly in the eye. Judy Fabray on the other hand, seemed solemn. Her head was hanging and her hands fidgeting with her purse, as if she didn't know what to say.
"You said she needed blood in order to gain consciousness," Kurt's voice asked, his voice soft and low.
Stacy cleared her throat, adjusting some documents and eager to find something to do with her hands. "Yes, Mr. Hum- Kurt. That is what I said."
The brown haired teenager breathed in deeply and let out a shuddering breath. "I-I could give some I-I suppose," he volunteered. His eyes were bright and there was a hint of fear in them.
Mr. Hummel's hand abruptly flew to Kurt's, his thumb rubbing up and down, as Kurt's breathing got deeper and shower. "Now Kurt, you know you don't have to do that-"
"I want to," Kurt interrupted, glancing at his dad. His voice was soft and his glance was small, but his dad lost his train of thought, as his eyes were softening as he glanced at his son.
"Are you sure you'd like to donate blood, Kurt? We would have to take two shots at least."
Kurt nodded. "Just not at this moment. Please? Next Thursday, maybe?" Dr. Harrison rolled her chair back to the computer screen, the mouse clicking over to the Calendar icon.
"Sure thing, you can come in on Thursday at 4:30, and Quinn will wake up earlier than we anticipate. This is a good thing Kurt. I didn't even ask you for this. Thank you."
Judy's voice suddenly came out, not at all like what she looked like she was capable of. "But what am I supposed to do with Quinn, now? She caused our family enough trouble as it is. She got pregnant at sixteen and on top of that, she suddenly started acting up this year. Her choices were selfish and they resulted in my husband cheating on me with some tattooed freak. Now she got herself in a car accident, causing my family even more stress then we need.
And after ALL OF THAT, she didn't even turn out to be my biological daughter? After sixteen years of this you're just figuring this out now?" She finished with a loud scoff and turned to leave, her heels loud and muffled. "Thank you for your suggestions, but I think my family would agree to your final suggestion. For Quinn to live with the Hummel's. It seems their son is already so brotherly like, might as well wear the shoe if the shoe fits. Thank you for sixteen years worth waste of time after raising someone so ungrateful and didn't even turn out to be my child."
Mrs. Fabray's green eyes were hard and could cut through glass. She glanced at the doctor, the two stunned men in the cushioned wheeled chairs, and head off the hall like Quinn used to in her Cheerio uniform so many years ago.
"Are you trying to tell me how to live my own life, Hummel? I am well aware what handing over Quinn means. It means less of a hassle for me!" Right now Judy and Burt were arguing in the Hospital parking lot, Kurt sitting in the passenger seats not more than thirty feet away.
Burt looked at this woman like she had four hears on each side of her head. He simply could not fathom how she had raised her daughter-biological or not- for almost nineteen years and yet she had no problems of just dropping Quinn on the Hummel's like she had been a burden to her or something.
He breathed in and out, slowly so his son wouldn't ask him to calm down because of his damn heart. Just like they practiced. He could hear his son whispering to "calm down, and this is not worth getting worked up for."
But yes, this is actually worth getting worked for. Nothing should be more important than their kid. Nothing. Especially after so long of being her parent. "No, Judy I had no intention whatsoever of telling you how to live your life. I just can't understand, for the life of me; and I have had a lot of things I couldn't understand before; but I cannot understand how you could just drop your daughter like this. You raised her as your own. You came, worried for her life and now you leave as if her life as if she never meant shit to you."
Behind the windows of his dad's pick up truck, Kurt could hear the conversation loud and clear. He knew what his father was talking about, after Judy oh so casually mentioned her lawyers and papers being signed in order to give full custody to Burt Hummel. He was asking how he could give her up so easily, in the click of a pen. Just like Matilda's parents did.
Only that wasn't what he was focusing on. He wasn't really listening to the sharp replies of Judy Fabray. Or the strong and stubborn yells of his father that made him flinch.
What Kurt Hummel was focusing on at that moment, was the fact that Quinn was his biological sister.
Kurt never truly hated Quinn. On the contrary, he thought she was just a bitch who was on top of the pyramid at those stupid "prep" rallies he always liked to skip. Then she joined Glee club and became a hot mess for about two and a half years. Sometimes he would roll his eyes at what she says, shaking his head at the dramatics of Glee Club. Even in sophomore year when she was the new "hot girl" and seemed to be walking the halls sending everyone what is a well-perfected bitch glare. But he never hated her. Despised her maybe, ignored her, scoffed at her, but when the time came, he always found that he could maybe be her friend.
There were those times when she was sweet to him, like that one time she cleaned his slushy after his the first day of junior year and she came into the bathroom shortly after he was bathed in food colored ice. He remembered her maternal instincts kicking in, tilting his head back as she washed the red stains off of his skin. And when she was his partner in performances back in sophomore year, she always didn't seem to mind the extra close and personal partner touches in choreography.
Quinn was never his actual friend, but when it came down to it, she was family and he actually cared about her. But this, this whole idea that Judy could just drop Quinn into their family, like she meant nothing, it was absolutely insane. It's not like he could just let her into their lives and she could adapt when two minutes into their family. No. It just didn't work like that.
Quinn was raised to be a Fabray. To be proudly Christian, to practice those beliefs heavily and be a good kid at her Sunday school. Her daddy taught her to bring home dates and they were the rich, blonde, good-looking stereotype family. Or at least when she finally adapted into the blonde hair, anyways. She was raised to get her way and to make sure no one can stop her. She wasn't raised to be a Hummel.
She wasn't taught that nobody pushes the Hummel's around; her mother didn't die at a young age while she was eight years old and still making a new Get Well Mommy card. There were no eight years of awkward silences and nervous glances and awkward moment when her "dad" finds her "brother's" secret collection of Muscle Magazines a week after he put them away for good. She didn't grow up always worrying about her own dad and his eating habits or still going to school when she had a rambunctious fever.
They were both raised two completely different ways and in two different household atmospheres. It will not be that easy to drop Quinn off because they simply weren't related by blood.
Besides, what would Quinn's dad think of this? Would he approve of "getting rid" of such a "hassle?" Or would he also look at her crazily and ask her how she could do such a thing. Kurt remembered the slight and well covered up circles under Quinn's eyes after a rough weekend. At the time, Rumor had it that she was kicked out brutally by her family. Her dad was the one to send her on her way.
If that dad was the same as the dad he had just thought of, Kurt most definitely thought that Mr. Fabray would agree with what Judy was saying.
So what was happening to Quinn?
Kurt shook out of his blank look, realizing his mouth was slightly parted and it wasn't the most attractive of looks. His dad was still outside talking to the yelling woman, only a few feet closer to the truck than when Kurt was paying attention.
Kurt didn't know how the conversation ended, only that his dad was walking back with a bewildered look on his face. He was adjusting his hat, licking his lips as he did so. When he opened the door, he stopped Kurt from asking questions because he knew his son so well. "She's not giving up. She says either we take her in, or she is going on the streets. Meaning after she's out of the hospital with all the medical bills on her back, she has no place to stay anymore."
Kurt's eyes widened. She actually did it. She actually gave up her own daughter, someone she loved not three, heck two hours ago. And now she dropped her out of the Fabray family as if all those years meant nothing. "So, we're taking her in for the rest of the year?" Kurt asked, wanting to know what was going to happen when she woke up.
Burt nodded, his stare rough and looking old as he ever did. "Of course we do, buddy. If we didn't that girl would be homeless." he sighed, glaring at Judy's yellow perky car as it passed his truck. "We will get the papers on Wednesday, apparently."
His son's eyes widened at the news, simply blinking at his dad blankly. "Wha- is you serious? That soon? They're not even going to wait for her to wake up?"
He laughed at the irony of the sentence, remembering one of the first things that the Fabray told him. "No, she's apparently done waiting for her. She wants it done soon and we'll apparently pick up her things this weekend."
Kurt sat back into the fabricated seat, his mind whirling and feeling like he was ready to throw up. This was all happening so fast. This morning he woke up and the only thing that was on his mind was how his boyfriend kept sneaking his bowties from his bowtie drawer. He wanted to wear the irreversible bowtie and now it's in where Blaine's socks should be. Now he was thinking how his apparent biological sister now was in a hospital bed and 24 hours ago she was just a member of the glee club they were all singing for in the hospital room, marveling over the fact that they were preparing for a wedding when she got into a harsh accident.
Now he was thinking about how much planning he would have to do to move Quinn's things because God knows if Finn was so awkward about it in Jean's room when she passed away, he'll be even more awkward in the room of his ex-girlfriend. He would get Rachel to help him, but he didn't want many people knowing so soon. Quinn didn't even know yet.
Speaking of the girl, Kurt started to wonder if her life was ever going to give her a damn break. Kurt had noticed that Quinn just earned this whole happy glow to her where she had learned to forgive herself for the mistakes she made. Where instead of glancing at her and seeing someone who was just managing to keep herself together, you were looking at someone who was content with who she is and making the best out of the few months she had left of grade school.
What if Quinn would come out damaged again? What will happen upon her discovery of her parents suddenly disowning her like she meant nothing when she was in need of them the most?
God this was all so messed up. On top of that, the Fabrays did say they would pay for her medical bills when she comes out of the hospital, according to his father. No matter what the cost is.
Apparently the same rule didn't apply to Quinn.
Oh SNAP.
Anyways...
To come: The Hudmel family and how they decide to go with it, a wild Blaine Anderson, Rachel visiting her friend in the hospital, and stuff that you'll just have to wait and see for.
Quinn will be awake in about two chapters or so.
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