Look at me!
Chapter 6: Delusional
Quinn parked her car, taking a deep breath before reluctantly opening the car door. She needed that note signed and dammit if she wasn't going to stand up for herself, she'd given so much already it was time for some retribution.
The front door was unlocked and Quinn could hear the TV loud and clear, it was now or never.
"Dad," Quinn spoke up, stepping into her father's line of vision, "we need to talk."
Clutching the loose piece of scrap paper she had hastily re-written the permission note on while waiting at red lights, she waited as her father muted the TV to look at her with a resigned expression.
Quinn didn't know if that was a good or a bad sign.
"What now?" he sounded tired.
"Same as earlier, I really need you to sign this note for me," hesitantly Quinn stepped forward, holding out the note and a pen.
Russel just stared, making no move to take them.
"Go wash up for dinner," he turned his head away and unmuted the TV making a dismissive gesture with his hand.
Quinn could feel her anger bubbling to the surface; she was too tired and hurt to deal with this right now. But she would, she wasn't going to let it get to her anymore.
She was going to start being herself!
Stepping in front of the TV, Quinn jutted her chin out, determination rolling off her in waves. "I will once you sign this."
Quinn wasn't sure how long she could continue to stand up for what she wanted; already her hands were starting to shake.
"Go away Quinn," Russel said dangerously. Swallowing down the lump that was rising in her throat Quinn continued to speak.
"Dad this is a good thing-"
Quinn couldn't move fast enough from her father wrenching himself out of his chair to grab her by the shoulders, digging his fingers in hard enough to leave bruises, his resigned attitude from before disappearing as anger quickly took its place. There hadn't been any warning signs this time.
"I'VE TOLD YOU TO STOP!"
Quinn picked herself up off the floor, wincing when her hand pressed against the ground before taking a few steps away from her dad, oh God why did she push, she could have just forged the signature!
"Dad I-" Quinn started, scrabbling to her feet and backing away like the coward she was.
"DO YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He continued to bellow, spit fly out of his mouth and making Quinn flinch from where it landed on her face as he dad stepped closer.
"RUSSEL DANIEL FABRAY, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING," Judy Fabray's shrill voice rang out, halting Russel is his tracks to give her a startled look.
"Judy, get back in the kitchen," He spoke slowly.
"No, what do you think you're doing to Quinnie?" Quinn felt her heart stop, her mother was never lucid these days, and even before she'd never talked like this. She never full recognized that she wasn't Luc for more than a few seconds at best.
"NOTHING GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO HURT OUR DAUGHTER!" She yelled when Russel failed to answer her, "I don't care what the reason is, she's our little girl!"
Russel remained silent, the shock evident on his face. Quinn slowly picked herself off the floor, rubbing her shoulder from where her dad had hit her.
"Get out of my house," Judy yelled, fed up with the one sided argument. Russel's face twisted into a mask of rage as he drew himself back up to his full height, the shock of his wife talking back to him finally slipping away.
"OUT!" For one terrifying moment Quinn though he was going to hit her mum.
"Fine," Russel hissed, pushing past Judy and slamming the front door behind him as he stormed off to his car.
Judy continued to glare at the empty door way before putting her hand on her daughters shoulder; plucking the paper from her limp hand, reading it quickly as she signed it before folding it neatly.
"Enjoy singing with your friends Quinnie, you always had such a beautiful voice." Giving her shoulder one last squeeze before she went back into the kitchen, dinner wasn't going to cook itself.
"Why are you wearing Luc's clothes?" her mother's voice broke the heavy silence.
"My dress got dirty and only Luc had spare clothes," she lied without thinking.
"That was nice of you to lend that girl your clothes Luc, now go wash up for dinner, I will not have you all muddy near my nice food."
And it was over. Quinn's eyes stung as she shouted out a quick agreement before shooting up the stairs and into her room, locking the door behind her.
The next morning Quinn woke up before her alarm clock, a large smile spreading across her dry lips, nearly causing them to crack. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it, she had a date with Rachel!
Ok well it wasn't a date date, but it was time spent with her outside of Glee and Quinn would take whatever she could.
Jumping out of bed she ran to her closet, pulling out one of the few dresses she had, gifts from distant relatives that she couldn't bare to chuck out. The soft lilac of the flowing dress felt soft in her hands, bringing the soft material up she nuzzled her face into it, hiding her smile as she bit her lip.
Careful not to wrinkle the dress by squeezing it Quinn set it down gently on her bed and went to get ready for the day.
She had a little bit of makeup she'd stolen from her mum, it was nothing much and Quinn wasn't entirely sure how to use it besides from what she'd seen her mum do or random girls fixing up there's in their locker mirror.
It seemed simple enough.
Quinn was careful not to put too much on, a few swipes of the mascara and eyeliner, and a little foundation before she decided that was enough, she didn't want to look like a clown or stuff it up.
All that was left was the dress. Quinn slipped it carefully over her head, not wanting to ruin her flattened down hair, Quinn struggled to get it below her bust, it was a tight fit and she hadn't worn it since she got it years ago, plus she didn't have her chest bindings on to help her.
Finally smoothing the dress down Quinn glanced at the mirror, gasping at what she saw. Her mangy hair cut, instead of mused upwards, looking shockingly feminine, especially paired with her sub-par makeup job that really didn't look that bad. But what really tied the look together was the dress, clinging to her shoulders and torso before fanning out at the waist, draping down to slid over her legs and flair out as she walked.
For once, Quinn didn't cringe at what she saw in the mirror looking back at her, she felt . . . Beautiful.
Quinn startled at the sound of her phone going off, whirling around to spot it on her bedside table where she had left it, she had a new text.
Grabbing her phone Quinn's smile started to fall as she read the words.
'Hey Luc, would you mind picking me up and hour later? I have some commitments that need my immediate attention.'
Typing out a quick 'Sure thing' Quinn sunk down onto her bed, allowing the tears that had been gathering in her eyes the moment she saw the text to slip down her cheeks.
Rachel wasn't going on a date with Quinn; she was going on one with Luc.
Yeah, I'm an asshole, but the next chapter will be much more upbeat, also I'm planning on doing NaNoWriMo but I'll still try and update this on a weekly basis just like with my GKM fill.
