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~It's mid-September so it's not too chilly out for it being eight at night. I can't believe the Skanks brought Rachel up. Those bitches. I need something to take these feelings away. Maybe Scotty has some coke. I start to head over towards his place when I hear, "Quinn?"
I look to my right, and my heart beats faster. "Berry."~
"What are you doing out so late, Quinn," she asks. Her hair's pulled back into a ponytail, she's wearing a pink form-fitting sweatshirt, black capris, and pink and white nikes. Adorable.
"I could ask you the same." Of all people to run into, it had to be Rachel. Sweet, Rachel.
"I'm on my nightly run. I used to run in the mornings but I thought since I'm moving to New York I might as well try to get used to dangerous settings, that way I am well prepared. I chose to run in this neighborhood since mine isn't very scary. So why are you out here?"
My phone chimes. It's a text from Scotty. Fuck.
Scotty: Hurry ur ass up if u want ur guds
Quinn: Calm your tits, I'm on my way.
Scotty: K
"Quinn?" Oh, right. Berry.
"Sorry, Rach. I'm heading over to a friends. You should probably get home before the creeps get out." She's smiling for some reason. Did I not just warn her about creeps?
"Oh no worries, Quinn. That's why I'm running out here, remember? To prepare myself. But I must ask, are you okay? Your eyes are very red," she says with worry. My eyes are red? OH yeah, I'm drunk.
"I'm okay, Rach. I have a couple of drinks earlier. The fresh air is helping me sober up though." She doesn't look convinced.
"I'm going to walk you to your friend's house. I need to see that you get there unharmed, Quinn," she tells me.
"No, Rach. I'll be okay really. His place is only a couple of blocks away from here," I really don't want her to walk with me. It's bad enough that she's seen me drunk. She doesn't need to see this part of me. This part of my life.
She hooks her arm with mine. "Quinn Fabray. I will not let a friend walk alone at this time of hour, especially in the state you are in. Please let me walk you over there. I'll feel better knowing you're not alone." Gosh, Rachel. Why must you have to be so goddamn perfect.
"Okay, but you can't come inside the house. You leave as soon as we're in front, you understand?" Rachel can't meet Scotty. She just can't.
With a smile she says she understands. Hooking her arm with mine she says, "lead the way."
There goes that precious alarm again. And cue nurse.
"Rise and shine, Quinn! Don't forget about the big announcement today at noon. Don't be late!" Announcement. Right. They honestly should've done this when we all first arrived, not three weeks later when we're all settled. Idiots.
I get out of bed and decide to go with my black converse, ripped skinnies, and a simple white tee. As I brushing my hair I can't help but notice the pink is fading even more. Fuck. Maybe H can convince the top guys that I'm not insane, and that I'm perfectly capable of handling hair dye. Suicide is not my way out. I'll ask him during session today though. But first I must suffer through group with Doc. Ugh. Three doors down and I'm in the washroom, brushing my pearly whites.
"Hey, Quinn," Addison says as she walks past me and into a bathroom stall. She's in the same as group as me, so I'm sure she'll entertain me. We've actually become friends over the past week. She's still annoying as hell but she's a pretty cool chick. I'd like to think that if we weren't at Holton we'd date. HA! Yeah right. But in they should change that stupid rule about no romantic relations with other patients. It should be no sexual relations instead, because seriously who's dumb enough to fall in love with someone in a place like this?
By the time I get to the cafeteria it's 6:50 most of the food is already gone and cold. Breakfast service starts at 6:15, so if food is scarce by the time I get to it that means other patients are waking up earlier than I am. Crazies. Maybe Margo can make something fresh for me.
Right as I got to the counter Margo jumped right on me, "you missed out on all the good food, Darlin'. Where were you this mornin'?"
"Mornings are hard for me, Margo. I still can't believe I'm awake right now," I say with a chuckle.
"Same here, Darlin'. Well since you're my favorite person here, what would ya like?" She's so good to me. After telling her my order she says she'll bring it to me when it's ready. I thank her and take my regular seat by the windows. As I wait for my food, Doc walks into the cafeteria, spots me, and walks right on over. Yay.
"Good morning, Quinn! It's great to see you! I hope you had a good nights rest? I didn't, I was up all night thinking about today's big announcement. Oh, and group today. I love our group sessions."
"Yeah, group should be interesting as always. But Doc, think you can tell me what this big announcement is about? I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into beforehand."
"Please call me Anya, Quinn," she says I should call her by her first name…..Nah. "And as for the big announcement...you'll just have to wait and see."
"But Dr. Hernandez, I need to know. I need to be ready," I exclaim. No one will tell me about the big announcement. I had already asked most of the staff. And none of them would tell me!
Patting my knee he says with a smile, "Rachel, you will find out soon enough." I guess he's right. But I need to know! He sits back, folds his arms, crosses his legs and says, "I'd like to get started now. I want to learn about your life today. You can start anywhere like your childhood, middle school, high school, or even life in New York. Anything goes," he says with a smile.
Looking down at my folded hands on my lap I tell him, "none of those are easy subjects, David….I guess we could start with….my childhood. That might the easiest…. I don't know where to start." I feel so pathetic right now. He must think I am too.
"Tell me about your fathers, Hiram and Leroy?"
Hearing their names lifts my spirits up just a bit. "Yes, those are their names. Dad is Leroy, and Daddy is Hiram. I love them so much," I say with a smile. Oh how I miss them so. "They adopted me when I was a baby. They had a surrogate, and to this very day I still don't know which is my biological father. As if that really matters though, they're both my fathers. Always will be."
"Please do continue, Rachel," he says. So I continue. I continue to tell Dr. Hernandez about Dad teaching me to swim, and Daddy singing songs from musicals with me. I continue to tell him about the time Daddy almost burn our veggie burgers because Dad was out of town, and then when Dad came home the next day he had to teach Daddy how to order pizza. I tell him about the singing, dancing, and ballet competitions, and how my fathers were always there to be my number one supporters.
"They're the best dads I know. If I could I would talk about them all day," I finish with a smile. Anyone would be lucky to have them.
"They sound like great parents, Rachel," he says with an honest smile. He leans forward though, looks me in the eye and says, "I must ask though, how was it growing up with same-sex parents in a small town such as Lima?" I thought todays session would stay light. I thought wrong.
"Growing up in Lima was...tough. My fathers were harassed when they first moved there, and then when they had me. They told me the house would get egged, 'faggot' would be written on the garage door, they would receive life-threatening letters constantly… Dad was so angry, and scared that we would be physically assaulted one day... He wanted us to move, leave Lima before things got worse. Daddy calmed him down, told him to give it a few more years." I take a shaky breath and look towards the ceiling, begging the tears not to fall. David hands me some tissues, and I thank him with a small smile.
"I'm sorry those things happened to you and your family. I could only imagine what it felt like in those situations," he says. I can tell he's genuinely means what he says.
"We're done for the day," he tells me. I stand as he tells me our next session will be at the same time on Thursday. We shake hands, I head to my room, and let the tears fall.
I finish my sketch just in time for group. There's yoga mats rolled out on the floor. Oh no.
"Hey everyone! We're meditating today, so pick a mat and let's get started," she exclaims. This is gonna be something else.
After about an hour of meditation, Doc stands in the middle of the circle and says, "great job everyone. I think we'll do this every other meetup. I'd like for you all to hand me your journals so I can scan through them, and partner up for our next exercise. You will talk more about your proudest moment in life. If I see that you are not doing so, group time will be extended." Looks like I'm talking about Beth today, there's no way in hell I'm staying in group longer than I'm required. I was gonna pair up with Addison, but as soon as start walking towards her, Doc has something to add.
"I want you to pair with someone you have yet to talk to." Are you effing kidding me? Addison seems unphased, and goes off to find another partner. I do the same. I look around, and I see a guy standing by himself. He notices me too, flashes me a smile, and walks towards me. He's a bit taller than me, has blonde hair similar to mine, unnaturally huge pink lips, and once he's front of me I can see that his eyes are green.
"Hi," he says with a small wave. "My name's Sam."
