So here's where I end it.
I don't want this to go on forever, and since Season 3 is starting soon my own personal head-canons are all going to get warped by the actual events on the show. So I figured I'll just end it here.
Throw some reviews at me.
And, although I think we've established that I should, I don't own Glee.
The New Quinn Frabray Part Eight
All too soon it was the first day of school. I woke up much earlier than I intended and spent the extra time picking an outfit. I finally decided on a long black vest, black hot pants with fishnet tights under them and a pair of heavy black boots. Once I showered and got dressed, I put some long, black chains around my neck and some cuffs on my wrists. I gelled and backcombed my hair a little bit to make it look more spiky, pinning back one side with one of the cute black and red hair clips that Rachel had bought me. I finished up by carefully lining my eyes with lots of black kohl, and gave myself a quick look in the mirror. I looked awesome and completely unrecognisable from last year. There'd probably be people walking past me that wouldn't even realise who I was. I smiled to myself, grabbing my leather jacket and my bag, and went down stairs.
Mom was already there, making me breakfast. She smiled as she set a plate of toast and bacon on the table in front of me.
"Oh, darling, I can't believe you actually a senior now," she cooed, pouring me a glass of orange juice. "The time has just flown by..." She looked at my outfit and her smile faltered. "Quinn, is that really want you're wearing?"
I rolled my eyes at her and sat down. "Yes, Mother."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said. "I know you're just finding yourself and everything. I honestly didn't think you'd start experimenting like this until you were at college or something."
I gave her a look as I started my breakfast. "I may be experimenting with how I look, but I'm not experimenting with Rachel, if that's what you're implying."
"I wasn't implying anything, darling," she insisted.
"You wouldn't even disapprove of her so much if she was a boy," I said. "I mean, she's kind and polite, she gets straight A's, she's co-captain of the Glee Club, she's in about a million other clubs and societies at school, she's clever and ambitious and she cares about me a lot. And I've never felt this way about anyone before... I love her."
I blushed a little bit as Mom looked up at me in surprise. It was strange that I was admitting this to my mother before I'd even said it to Rachel. Mom sat down opposite me at the table, still staring wide-eyed at me. She looked as if she was about to cry.
"You really love her?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," I said, nodding. "I really do."
"Oh, Quinnie," she sighed, suddenly smiling at me. "Oh, sweetheart, I had no idea. I thought it was just you experimenting with girls and trying to be rebellious. I didn't know you actually... oh, Quinnie."
The way she was smiling at me was so real and sincere, so much more sincere than it usually was when we were talking about Rachel. She was finally starting to believe me, and as I left for school she gave me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug, whispering "I'm sorry," in my ear as she did. I think she actually meant it.
As I got to school, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, mainly due to what happened with my Mom. I walked down the hall with a little smile on my face, a smile that got wider once I noticed the way that people were looking at me as I went past. Some were surprised, others looked confused, a few looked a little scared, and one or two actually seemed kind of impressed. It felt good, and I'm not even a hundred per cent sure why. Being so drastically different was oddly liberating.
"Damn," said that idiot Azimio loudly as I walked past him. "What happened to you, Saint Frabray? You start worshippin' the devil instead?"
"What happened to you, Azimio?" I said, glaring back at him. "Was your plan this summer to become even more of a clueless jackass in time for school? Congrats, you succeeded."
I smirked to myself as I kept walking and he struggled to think of a comeback. I'd never felt like such a badass.
My good mood lasted right up until Glee Club that afternoon. I was one of the last to arrive in the choir room, although Mr. Schue wasn't there yet, and there was a general outcry as I walked in.
"So the legends were true," said Lauren, looking me up and down.
"You look amazing, Quinn," said Tina nicely, as Mike nodded beside her.
"Thank you," I said. "I feel amazing."
"Who is that?" I heard Brittany whisper to Santana.
"It used to be Quinn Frabray," Santana replied. "But she had a nervous breakdown."
I sat down next to Rachel, who was scribbling down notes in her pink note book. She grinned as she looked up at me.
"What are you writing?" I asked.
"My improvement ideas for Mr. Schue," she said, closing her notebook and putting back in her bag. "It's already about four pages long, but I hope he'll consider my suggestions and constructive criticism, for his own sake really. Also, I'm still trying to decide what duet we should sing, since I want it to be just perfect for our differing voices. Anyway, how are you?"
"I feel really great," I said. "I think my Mom is finally starting to understand me."
"Oh, that's wonderful," she said with a smile, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together.
"Wow," said Lauren, looking over at us. "So all of the legends were true? You ladies are seriously batting for the other team now?"
"Seriously," I said with a grin.
"We're aware that this may seem like a lot to take in," said Rachel, addressing the whole room. "After all, neither Quinn nor myself have every expressed any kind of gay tendencies before now. But I hope you'll all accept us for who we are, and leave the lesbian jokes to a minimum."
"Wait," said Brittany, confused. "So Rachel and Quinn are lesbians now? That's so adorable... and hot."
Santana rolled her eyes and frowned at the two of us, before filing her nails grumpily. Brittany seemed to be giving her a surprisingly meaningful look. Just then Kurt arrived, hand in hand with Blaine.
"Hold up, what are you doing here?" asked Artie. "You don't even go to this school."
"I just transferred here," said Blaine happily. "I'm making a fresh start and Mr. Schuester has agreed to let me join you guys. He's just talking to the principle about something right now, but he thinks I'll make a great addition to the group."
"Let me get this straight, Frodo," said Santana, looking up from her nails. "You left the security and sexy blazers of Gay Hogwarts to come to this crap-heap of a school just so you can be even more sickeningly cosy with your boyfriend-slash-husband? I mean, I know Kurt has a certain pale, androgynous charm, but I really don't think he's worth leaving private education for. Just saying."
Kurt gave a look of deepest distain. "Thank you for that, Santana."
He and Blaine sat down together, still hand in hand. Santana looked from me and Rachel to Kurt and Blaine and huffed indignantly.
"I swear, this Glee Club is getting gayer by the nanosecond," she grumbled.
"Someone remembered to take their bitter and resentful pills this morning," said Kurt. "What's the matter, Santana, Karofsky not treating you with all the love and affection that a girl like you deserves? Gosh, I wonder why...?"
"Oh yeah, I forget I was meant to be dating him," she said indifferently, going back to filing her nails.
Just then Finn arrived. It made my stomach hurt with guilt to see how tired and downbeat he looked. I'd managed to avoid him all summer, but now we were back at school and back in Glee Club there was no escaping him. He took one look at me and Rachel and glared at us, before going to sit on the other side of the room, moving his chair as far away from the rest of the group as possible. Rachel looked over at him, before frowning guiltily down at her lap.
"Oh God, I feel so awful," she said quietly. "He hates me, he's going to hate me forever..."
"Rachel, you haven't done anything wrong," I said, squeezing her hand. "Stop beating yourself up about it."
"So how was your summer, Finnocence?" Santana said with pretend pleasantness. "Do anything fun? Get dumped by any lesbi-dwarves?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he said gruffly.
"Finn, I'm sorry," Rachel suddenly said. "You know I'm sorry."
"Save it," he said, glaring at her. "I don't want to hear you going on again about how you didn't choose to totally ruin my life."
"But I didn't," said Rachel, sounding as if she was holding back tears. "I never meant to hurt you..."
"Yeah, right," he interrupted. "This is just so freaking typical of my life."
"Finn, please," Rachel begged. "Try to see reason. I don't expect you to forgive us, but..."
"Of course I can't forgive you!" he burst. "You were my girlfriend, we were going to try and make it work this time, and you broke up with me to go out with my ex-girlfriend! How the hell am I supposed to react to that?"
"For God's sake, Finn, would you please stop acting like such a victim?" I cried, suddenly furious. "We didn't do this just to spite you!"
"Right," he sneered.
Everyone in the room was silent, listening, and I was so angry I was shaking. It took a lot of self-control not to just get up and punch Finn in the face.
"You've broken up with Rachel for considerably crueller reasons," I said to him. "You've played both of us off each other a million times before, and every time you've been with Rachel you've somehow managed to screw with her feelings. I know you have every right to be angry, but me and Rachel aren't together just to piss you off. Not everything is about you, Finn, and not everything has to always go your way. There are other girls in this school besides me and Rachel, so why don't you try dating one of them for a change? And don't you dare try and split us up, because I will not let you break my girlfriend's heart again."
"Your girlfriend?" he scoffed.
"Yes, my girlfriend."
"We haven't done anything wrong, Finn," said Rachel, her voice sounding stronger. "You of all people should know that you can't choose who you fall in love with."
My heart skipped a beat. I turned to Rachel with wide eyes and a smile on my face.
"Wait, you're... you're in love with me?" I asked.
Rachel smiled and blushed a little bit. "I know we haven't officially said it to each other and I know it may seem a little soon, but..."
"It's not too soon," I said, squeezing her hand even tighter. "Not at all."
"Well, isn't that just precious?" Santana groaned.
"I've only been here for five minutes," Blaine said to Kurt. "And it's already been more dramatic and entertaining than back at the Warbler Council meetings."
Finn huffed and shook his head as Mr. Schuester finally showed up, and remained grumpy and silent for the rest of rehearsals. He was the first to leave once the bell rang, but I stayed behind to wait for Rachel while she gave her extensive list of suggestions to Mr. Schue.
"Nice hair, by the way, Quinn," he said as we were leaving. "This whole new look of yours is very daring."
"Thanks, Mr. Schue," I said with a smile. "I was feeling a little rebellious this summer."
Rachel and I walked side by side down the hall on the way to her locker, when I suddenly grabbed her hand. She blushed quite furiously.
"Are you sure you want to be holding my hand in public?" she said anxiously. "Everyone's already staring at you..."
"I don't care what anyone thinks," I said defiantly. "I want to hold hands with my girlfriend... my girlfriend who is apparently in love with me."
Rachel blushed even harder. "Oh yeah... I intended to tell you in a much more romantic setting than in the middle of an argument with Finn, in front of the whole Glee Club. But yes, I... I do love you. I know we haven't been together that long, and don't mean to freak you out or seem too forward, but..."
"Calm down, Rach, it's okay," I said, grinning at her. "I love you too."
She stopped in her tracks, staring at me with her wide eyes even wider than usual. God, she was so beautiful.
"Really?" she said, her voice sounding an octave higher. "You really love me too?"
"Of course I do," I said.
She let out an adorable squeal and pulled me into a tight hug, kissing me on the cheek. I really hadn't even felt so happy before. I think it was because this was happening to the real me. Not Quinn the cheerleader or Quinn the popular girl or Quinn the wannabe Prom Queen. All this love and happiness was happening to Quinn the regular girl. In changing my look and falling for Rachel, I had finally found myself.
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