Not Making the Same Mistake Again
Summary: Less than four months remain of the school year, for some students it's the last four months at William McKinley High. Therefore it's natural for the kids to want to make the best of the remaining time. However, a lot of things can go wrong in sixteen weeks . . .
Rated Teen for language primarily. There may be some spoilers for the two first seasons of the show as well as the third up until somewhere short after the episode Hold on to Sixteen.
I hope you will enjoy reading this multi-character fanfiction as much as I have enjoyed writing it!
I apologize in advance for any incorrect grammar or typo that may occur.
Reviews are very welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I own any of its characters. The same goes for anything involving the music mentioned.
End of author's note. Now on to the story!
Chapter 10 – Sometimes all we need is someone to talk to
[TUESDAY]
He swiveled into the choir room in the last minute before the clock turned three. He is usually not one to run late, especially not for Glee Club, but he got kind of hold back after gym class. For some reason the coach of the Cheerios, and also his gym teacher, Sue Sylvester, had intercepted him outside the boys' locker room, when he was heading for Glee Club.
'Porcelain,' she says, leaning lazily and yet respectable against the maroon brick wall. She is holding a clipboard pressed between her chest and the arms that she has crossed over it. He jumps slightly by the unexpected uttering of one of his many nicknames. It is one that he doesn't like, but it is still far from the worst he has been called. Yet this one always makes him feel particularly uncomfortable. The reason, he has noted, is probably not the name itself but the parallel he draws from the name; only one person calls him 'Porcelain' and that one person is the same that once tried to shoot Brittany out of a canon. 'Grown mute?' she mocks and straightens her posture. She is a tall woman, about a few inches taller than him. 'Either way it doesn't matter, as long as you still have the capacity to understand.'
'I am not an idiot, coach Sylvester!' he speaks up and lifts his chin.
She arcs her eyebrows and wrinkles her forehead, but the expression is highly temporary, the very next second her face goes back to the fierce yet nonchalant look that she always sports. 'I liked you better as silent,' her remark comes. 'No, I am so sorry, let me correct myself, Porcelain, I disliked youless as silent.'
'Where do you plan on getting with your childish insults, coach Sylvester? Kurt queers disinterested. He has been through this before. Now he just wants her to get to the point.
'That attitude is going to get you into deep trouble one day, young lady,' the Cheerios coach says. 'So take my advice and leave it at home next time. But I am not here to give you advice on how to behave in public. I am here though to give you a different kind of advice.'
'And that piece of advice would be what, coach Sylvester?' Kurt snorts.
Sue steps closer to the slender boy, like a vulture she is hovering over him as if he was a decaying cadaver. 'If you want your miserable little club of misfits to proceed existing, I suggest you avoid all contact with inappropriate behavior like this, and the people committing the act.' She grabs Kurt's hand and jams a printed out photo into it. 'If not, I am afraid I will have no other choice than to report this act of indecorum to principle Figgins. And as you might have heard, the school is showing no mercy when it comes to romantic relationships between students and teachers.' She crooks her neck so that her face closes in on Kurt's. 'If you care about Ms. Fabray's continued affiliation at this school, I suggest that you and your pathetic little club take distance from her.' She smiles devilishly as she steps away from him. 'Have a good continuation of the day, Porcelain.' Then she turns around and walks down the hall, leaving a shocked Kurt behind.
With his rather odd conversation with Sue Sylvester playing in the back of his head, he takes a seat at the back row. Just as he usually does. It gives him great view of the room and it makes him feel somewhat more in control of everything that happens before him.
The hour in the choir room passes by faster than usual. And as Mr. Schue declares the lesson officially over, Kurt isn't sure whether his teacher is joking or not, saying that the class is ending though it is in reality just about to begin. Kurt cannot remember a single thing from the hour, no performances, no fights between Santana and Rachel, no dance numbers . . . nothing. All that fills his head is confused thoughts that are swiveling around at the speed of sound. He did notice one thing though during the class: Quinn wasn't there. Truth be told he hasn't seen her since yesterday when she stormed out of the cafeteria. Not that he blames her for not coming today. He wouldn't have. But it isn't like her. She doesn't let anything get to her.
He doesn't get much more time to thing though, before someone nudge him in the side and asks him if he isn't going to leave the room. 'School's out for today, dude,' the person says. Kurt recognizes the deep yet smooth voice as Sam Evans'.
'Yes, right. I just got lost in thought,' Kurt replies quickly and gathers his things; his bag and his scarf.
The blonde boy nods. 'Yeah, happens to all of us sometimes,' he mumbles quietly, but instead of leaving he stays and waits for Kurt.
'Thought you had football practice today?' the slender boy asks in lack of other things to talk about and closes the door to the choir room as they exit.
'We had, but coach Beiste decided to call it off,' shrugs Sam and hauls the strap of his duffel bag up on his shoulder, but it keeps sliding down.
Kurt nods. 'So you still have a chance at getting back on the team . . .' It isn't really a question but more like something to fill the uncomfortable silence that would otherwise occur.
'Hopefully,' Sam mumbles. 'But I don't know, man. I guess we'll have to wait and see.' The brown haired boy nods.
'Kurt,' Sam says after a while and the other boy nods. The blonde opens his mouth but closes it again.
'Sam?' Kurt queers, knowing that sometimes the blonde needs a little help to get whatever he wants to say out in the air.
'Have you talked to her?' he blurts out. 'Quinn.' A light shade of crimson sneaks up on his cheeks.
The brown haired boy slowly shakes his head. 'No, I haven't.'
'It isn't like her, you know. None of this,' Sam sighs and stares at nothing in particular.
'I know,' Kurt says.
Sam nods, but Kurt isn't sure at what, and then the blonde boy excuses himself by saying, 'I've got a meeting with my science teacher, apparently I'm failing that class too,' he sighs. 'So . . . gotta go. Take care, Kurt.' But Sam doesn't get far before he turns back around and calls out for Kurt. 'If you . . . I mean . . . see her, tell her I'm not, I'm not angry with her. Okay?' Kurt nods and Sam does the same before he remembers he has a meeting he has to run to.
He makes a stop at his locker to pick up some books he needs to bring home for his history homework, before he heads out to the parking lot. Finn has promised him a ride home after football practice, but since it got cancelled Kurt is hoping that the tall brunette will be waiting for him by his car to drive him home now instead. Unfortunately Finn most have forgotten, because his car isn't even in the parking lot. Kurt silently damns his step-brother for forgetting before he starts to walk towards home.
As he passes the football field where the Cheerios are now practicing he comes to think of Quinn again. He picks up his cell phone and dials her number, but gets no answer. So he sends her a text instead, asking her to meet him at the Lima Bean later this afternoon. The reason he states is that he needs her advice, though he is just as interested in seeing how she is doing.
He is on his way home when he sees two familiar faces through the picture window at Burger King. Having nothing better to do, he decides to steer his walk into the fast food restaurant. As he eases towards the two familiar figures he fetches a tooth pick from an abandoned table and places it in the corner of his mouth. 'Oh, well, what do we have here?' the boy says and grins, the tooth pick sticking out between his lips. 'Isn't it Lopez and Pierce.' He easily slides into the booth, besides Brittany. 'Didn't know you were allowed to eat junk food by coach Sylvester,' he mumbles and steels a French fry from Santana's plate.
'Get lost, Puckerman,' the Latina mutters and fetches the fry right before the boy is about to pop it into his mouth.
'Hey, come on, Santana!' Puck exclaims in an obviously faked offended voice and throws out his arms. 'Be cool. I'm having a real shitty day here!'
The raven haired girl arcs an eyebrow. 'Yeah? Since when did you ever have a good day in Lima?'
The boy rolls his eyes theatrically. 'Okay, okay,' he mumbles. 'You got a point. But this day, man, it's really bad.'
'What happened?' Brittany queers and chews on the straw to her Coca Cola.
Puck scoffs. 'First I got my geography test back. I Failed. Again.' He shakes his head as if he cannot understand how the heck the teacher could put an F on his test when he only got one of his nine answers wrong. He did at least try to answer ten percent of the questions. 'Then at football practice I practically got run over by Mercedes' ol' flame.' Puck says as he narrows his eyes and purses his lips in a sour grimace.
'Sam?' the blonde asks surprised. The Sam she knows isn't really the one to physically hurt people on intention.
Puckerman rolls his eyes. 'No, not Evans. Come on, you think I'll get mangled by him?' He stares at the blonde Cheerio. 'He's my buddy.'
Santana grins and arcs a brow. 'I totally knew you two had a thing!' she says.
'Are you dating Sam?' Brittany asks wide-eyed. She cannot believe she had missed that, though she has had a feeling about it.
Puck shakes his head furiously. 'No, no, no.' He chuckles a little nervously. 'I'm not dating Lady Lips, Brittany. I'm not gay!' He skips his gaze between the two girls. 'Okay?' Brittany frowns, but decides not to say anything. It is all just so confusing . . .
Santana smirks. 'Whatever, Puckerman.' She dips a French fry in ketchup and shoves it into her mouth. 'Whatever you say . . .'
The boy with the Mohawk sends her an annoyed look. 'Anyways,' he says, 'the dude who basically stomped me down was Shane. And I tell you, getting hit by that man is like getting run over by a freaking train.' Puck gazes at Santana. 'It hurts.'
'So you broke a nail and now you're bitching to us about it. Grow up!' Santana sighs and squints out the window, a bored expression on her face.
Puck snorts. 'You're so damn witty, Santana. You know that? A real stand-up comedian.' He pulls his arms behind his back and pops the muscles there.
'Oh, come on! Do you need to do that here?' Brittany cries. 'It's creepy!'
The boy shrugs and leans back against the wooden booth. 'I topped the day off with being caught pilfering booze from a client's bar compartment. But come on! I work all weekends cleaning people's pools and sometimes I get a little thirsty.'
'Did they fire you?' the Latina asks and takes a long sip of her cold Diet Coke. The ice cubes rattle as she stirs the dark brown liquid with her white and red striped straw.
Puck shakes his head slowly. 'Naw, they didn't, but they refused to pay for the work I did.'
'It's pretty cool though, that they didn't fire you,' Brittany speculates and twirls a strand of blonde hair around her finger.
Puck shrugs and glances at Santana. The Latina holds his stare until he breaks it a few seconds later. She can tell by the look in his hazel orbs that he has something he wants to say. Their relationship might not have involved very much talking, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she isn't capable of telling when something is nagging at him. She keeps her dark brown eyes on him for a furthermore moments before she averts them to Brittany. The blonde is currently busy drowning a French fry in salt and ketchup. 'So . . .' Santana says after a while, 'did you come here just to whine or do you actually have something not completely worthless to say?'
Puck chews on the tooth pick for a while before he answers. 'Nah, just though I'd kill some time.'
'Don't you have an Xbox for that?' the Latina queers and lifts the juicy burger to her mouth. She takes a big bite of it, dressing being squeezed out from between the hamburger and the bread.
Puck snickers. 'Yeah, I do, but what if I just wanted some company, huh?'
'Your left hand?' Santana offers nonchalantly. 'It's kept you company since you entered puberty.'
'Ha-ha,' Puck mutters. 'And for the record; I don't need to do that stuff myself. I've got plenty of fine girls lining up to do it for me, if you know what I mean.'
'Like who? You're mom?'
'Don't drag my mom into this!' Puck mumbles.
The Latina laughs. 'I think I hit a nerve, or what do you think, Britt-Britt?' The blonde nods and then she quickly returns her attention to her French fries.
'You're evil, you know that?' Puck points out and Santana just shrugs.
'So they say,' the raven haired girl replies.
The boy shakes his head. 'I know you're actually not like that.' He leans forward. 'You don't have to be so damn bitchy all the time.' Dumbfounded Santana drops her gaze to the tray and the half eaten burger.
'She's only bitchy because she's angry,' Brittany explains. 'And she is angry because she has all these feelings to deal with, and the consequences, you know.' Puck just stares at her.
'You didn't . . . Britt, you didn't need to say that,' Santana mumbles quietly.
Brittany sticks out her bottom lip and squints at the Latina. 'Sorry,' she whispers.
Puck whistles quietly. 'Think you have a lot to talk about,' he notes and pulls out the tooth pick he has been sucking on for a while, and places it on the edge of Brittany's tray.
Santana looks up at him. 'I think you should leave,' she says bluntly.
The boy shakes his head. 'Nah, I already know. Kinda obvious.' He nods. They grow quiet for a while. As Santana finishes the last of her Diet Coke, Puck clears his throat and gazes at the Latina. 'Can I ask you something?'
She looks up into his hazel eyes. 'What?' she replies.
The boy skips his gaze from side to side, as if afraid that someone else might hear what he has to ask. Then he says, 'Do you think I'm a Lima Loser?' It causes Santana to chuckle and Brittany to giggle. None of them had ever expected to hear that come from the mouth of Noah Puckerman. Not ever.
'You know I think you're a loser,' Santana mocks.
'I'm serious,' Puck mumbles.
Santana is quiet for a moment then she says, 'Honestly, Puck. No, I don't think you're a loser. Next to Guppy Face you're the coolest guy McKinley's got.'
'You think?' Puck smirks.
The girl nods slowly. Then she asks, 'Is that why you came here?' She stares at him.
The boy with the Mohawk frowns. 'What do you mean?'
The Latina rolls her eyes annoyed. God, is he really this stupid? 'To ask that,' she says.
He shakes his head slowly. 'No . . .'
'Then what is it. I'm not blind, you know.' She arcs an eyebrow.
Puck squirms a little in his seat, then after a while he asks, 'Have you talked to her.'
Santana thinks about the question for a short moment. Then she asks, 'Q?'
Puck nods and the raven haired girl shakes her head. She is lying though, she has had contact with the blonde ex-Cheerio, but she figures that it won't make Puck anymore happy to hear what she talked to Quinn about. So instead she denies talking to her former cheerleading teammate. 'Do you think I should?' Santana queers instead. The boy nods again.
If you were listening to the weather man's poor attempts at predicting the weather you should be expecting a much milder climate than yesterday and with a possibility for a little bit of sun in the afternoon. But as usual the fair haired man with the cream colored suit, that by the way is so nineties, was completely and totally off the radar. Unlike yesterday there are chilling breezes coming in from the hills at northeast and the sky is heavily clouded.
Kurt sighs and stirs in his cup. Despite the promise of sun later in the day—true or not—his mood could not have been lower. He is seated by an obscured table at the rear back of the Lima Bean, contemplating his future when a blonde girl unnoticed walks up to him. She is dressed in a dark blue baby doll dress that reaches just below her knees, white stockings, a black trench coat and brown leather boots with three inch heels. Her blonde hair is curled into loose angelic locks and her bangs are pinned up to the left side of her head.
'You look beautiful, Quinn,' Kurt points out as she takes a seat opposite of him.
'Thank you. You too,' she replies and smiles, but Kurt can immediately see that there are no eyes supporting the smile. His heart aches from knowing about the hell she is going through, self-afflicted or not. Therefore he decides to avoid that subject.
'Thank you for coming,' he says instead and then he nods towards one of the Styrofoam cups on the table. 'The usual,' he explains and offers her a genuine smile.
'Thanks, Kurt,' she says with a wry smile and then she takes a careful sip of the latte. 'You said you needed my advice,' she mumbles while glancing at the petite boy over the rim of her cream colored Styrofoam cup. At least it's not a red plastic one.
Kurt nods slowly. 'Yes, I did,' he hums thoughtfully. 'I did.'
He watches the blonde girl wrinkle her forehead. 'What has happened, Kurt. Is everything okay?'
Oh why do you have to ask, my dear ghost of Grace Kelly? He sighs and then he shakes his head. 'You made me promise not to bring it to the table.'
She drops her gaze to the table top. 'Right.'
'But I do need you advice, Chérie.' Kurt makes a short break. 'I am, as you know, still waiting on my letter of acceptance from NYADA and if they accept me, which I truly hope, I am split whether I should ask Blaine to come with me or not,' he sighs.
'Oh . . .' Quinn mumbles. 'I, uh, don't you think that is a decision the two of you have to make together? Not me.'
'I am only asking for your opinion, Quinn.'
The blonde girl sighs. 'I don't want to tell you what to do, because whatever I decide on for myself always ends up hurting the people around me that I care about. You should know that.'
Are we talking about Sam now? And your little side step with Finn that cost you the big lipped blonde? He cannot help but to let the smallest of compassionate smiles flicker on his face. Fortunately she doesn't notice.
'I'm not really the best go-to when it comes to relationships, you know.' There is a sad hint to her soft voice that for Kurt is impossible not to notice.
'Sweetheart,' he says and takes her hand. 'You are wonderful in every aspect possible, but you need to stop trying so hard.' He smiles and strokes her smooth hand with his thumbs. 'Just be yourself and let love come when it's ready.' She swallows hard and blinks back the tears that are stinging the back of her eyes. 'I am still waiting for your advice, though, honey,' he says in an attempt to light her up.
She snickers. 'And I still think you should ask someone else.'
'I would if I felt that there was someone intelligent enough that I could ask, apart from you.'
She closes her eyes for a short moment and smiles wryly. 'Stop flannel me!' she giggles. 'You've got Rachel. She is pretty bright, though I hate to admit it.'
Kurt only arcs an eyebrow but it's enough to cause a burst of laughter from the blonde girl. 'Okay, okay.' She takes a deep breath to calm herself down. 'I think you should ask him.'
'Just like that?' Kurt asks and Quinn smirks.
'Yes, just like that. Either he says yes and the two of you live happily ever after or—'
'Or he says no and leaves me,' Kurt adds with a sad look on his face.
Quinn shakes her head slowly. 'Or he says no and you two go on with a long distance relationship. If anyone could make it work it would be you,' she assures.
Kurt licks his lips. 'I don't know, Quinn. Maybe he is not ready to get tied up like that . . .'
She arcs her eyebrow in that characteristic way of hers. 'Are you kidding me, Kurt? He loves you!'
The pretty boy smiles and nods slowly. 'He does, doesn't he? But still, it is a great step.'
'You should give it a shot.'
'Yeah?'
'Yeah,' she smiles.
'On one condition?' Kurt says.
Quinn narrows her eyes suspiciously. 'What condition?'
'You let yourself loose and enjoy this last year at McKinley.'
'That simple?' she asks, though she knows that there is nothing simple with that deal.
Kurt nods and offers his pinkie to her. 'Pinkie promise?'
For a short moment she weighs the options she has. They aren't many. Should she bail while she still has a chance? No, she is done running away. She extends her pinkie and hooks it with his. 'Pinkie promise,' she says and musters a half-smirk.
The boy smiles widely. 'Now that we have reached an agreement on that matter can I ask you of another favor, Quinn?'
'Yes. What?'
'Please come back to Glee Club. We need you,' Kurt asks despite Sue Sylvester's warning to stay away from the former head-Cheerio.
She drops her gaze and her sunny smile. 'I, I don't know.'
'You are missed,' Kurt adds and he can hear the snort of disbelief from Quinn as he utters the words. He sighs and whirls his purple scarf around his neck. The coffee is long ago drunk and he has an appointment downtown he needs to attend in half an hour. He rises and throws a long last glance at the beautiful blonde. 'He is worried about you,' he says and walks off leaving a puzzled Quinn to process his last line.
Yet again she is here, sitting in the second row of the small church, her best Sunday dress neatly pressed and her hair perfectly combed and it isn't even Sunday. She is all alone in the old church and at first that had felt pretty uncomfortable, but now after six weeks of doing this every Tuesday afternoon she has grown quite fond of the tranquility and silence of the empty church. She is waiting for her mother to show up, but on the inside she knows that she won't make it today either. She hasn't for the past five weeks.
It is funny how it was her mother that suggested that she would go through this counseling and still Judy hasn't showed up for more than one meeting. Though she doesn't bother that much, it is actually better this way. It is a lot easier to talk to the reverend about things when you don't have your mother hovering above your head to hear everything that comes out of your mouth. And from what she can tell from the reverend he seems to agree with her, it is better for her to talk alone with him than to have Mrs. Fabray sit in and hear all about what she has to say.
So yet again she is sitting here, in the empty church, waiting for the reverend to finish up whatever he is doing in the small room at the back of the church, which he calls office.
She hasn't spent this much time in church since her father left her mother and her about one and a half year ago, her father being the strict Christian in the house. She still goes to church every Sunday though. But not because it is the house of God but rather because it's probably the only place where she feels safe. No one here knows about her past, no one knows what she went through during sophomore year. No one knows about Beth, about Puck, Finn, her attempts at getting Beth back, her obsession with prom queen and no one knows about Sam. Well, except from the reverend—who she has these weekly meetings with, but who has confidentiality—and Judy Fabray and, well, Sam. Yes, Sam, he goes to the same church, or at least he did, she hasn't seen him around since he left for Kentucky last year though. Perhaps he has left the church and God and everything behind though Quinn doesn't think that is the case. He is not really the person to abandon things. It is more likely that he is avoiding her and instead going to another church, though it hurts to think like that.
Interrupting her deep thoughts the reverend appear at the doorway to his office. He is dressed in his black Cassock. 'I am so sorry I had you waiting, Ms. Fabray,' he greats her as he walks across the stone towards her. That characteristically well-meaning smile is plastered on his face and the eyes prove that it is completely genuine. 'How are you today?' he asks as he reaches the bench on which she is seated. He moves in and takes a seat next to her.
'I am good, thank you reverend. How are you doing today?'
He observes her for a second then he smiles again. 'I am good, Quinn, thank you, but I see that there is something bothering you. Is there anything you want to talk about?'
Yes, reverend, there is. You see I met my English teacher downtown last Sunday and we ended up drinking hot chocolate at this comfy café and all or a sudden every kid in school thinks I'm sleeping with my teacher. There are even photos of us circling around the school yard. She offers him a weak smile and shakes her head slowly. 'No, not really.'
The reverend just nods, he knows that the key to get this lovely young lady to open up her heart is to not pressure her. 'And how about your mother, is she coming today?'
Quinn shakes her head once again. 'No I don't think so . . .' There is a hint of sadness in her voice that he is not used to hear upon asking if her mother is attending. He lays an encouraging hand on her shoulder.
'My child, is everything okay between your mother and you?' he queers gently. The response to the question is a simple shrug from Quinn's side. He pats her shoulder gently. 'Has there got anything to do with her not attending these meetings?'
She shrugs again. 'I don't know . . . maybe. It's just . . .' The reverend sits quiet next to her, waiting for her to finish the sentence whenever she finds the strength to. He has come to realize that this young lady in front of him has a serious problem with relationships, of any kind. She has a great trust-issue, of which he cannot blame her in any way. She has—he has learned—been abandoned more than once in her short life and she has yet to recover from the very first time.
'Have you had any contact with your father recently,' he asks and upon asking he sees a hint of sorrow pass her beautiful hazel eyes. He knows she still loves her father even though he kicked her out and abandoned her when she needed him the most. From knowing Russell Fabray since a decade back the reverend knows that there is a lot to love about that man but he also knows that Mr. Fabray won't let anything compromise his perfect Catholic living, not even when it is his own daughter who ends up pregnant.
'No, I haven't,' she says after a while. To be honest she hasn't heard from him in three months. She knows her mother has talked to him though, she has seen his number on the callers ID over recent calls.
'You miss him?' The question is more of a statement that an actual question.
Slowly Quinn nods. 'Yeah, I do.'
The reverend offers a small but well-meaning smile. 'And how does your mother take it?' referring to her father leaving them. Or rather her mother kicking Quinn's father out.
'Uh . . . pretty good, I guess . . . It's not like she talks about him or anything, but I think she finds it better this way, you know.' She nods to herself, as if to convince herself that that is the actual case. 'She is seeing people now, men.'
'And are you okay with that?'
Quinn shrugs. Why wouldn't I be okay? 'Yes, of course. I mean it's her life, right?'
The reverend nods slowly. 'Yes, Quinn, it is her life, but you are a big part of that life.'
'So?'
'So it means that if your mother decides to bring someone new into her life that will affect you as well.'
'Yeah, I suppose,' she notes nonchalantly. She doesn't care about her mother's love life, at least not as long as it doesn't interfere with her own life too much. The two drift into a short silence, which give them both time to reflect over what the other has said.
Three minutes later the reverend breaks the silence by asking how she is doing in school.
'Okay, I guess. My grades are good and so is my attendance record . . . so yeah, pretty good.' She doesn't bother telling him about her being accepted to Yale.
He nods. 'That is great, but what about that choir you were a part of? How is that going?'
Quinn's lips part into a wide toothy smile. 'You mean Glee Club?' she laughs.
The reverend smiles as well. 'Yes, Glee Club.'
'Uh . . . well, pretty good too, I guess. We get a long a lot better now than we used to and that is great! There's a new kid too, Rory, he's okay, a bit different since his from Ireland, but he's nice.'
The reverend keeps nodding throughout her summary of the past months with Glee Club. 'That sounds very good, Quinn.'
There is a slightly concerned look on his face, though. A look Quinn cannot help but to notice. 'Is everything okay?' she asks gently.
The tenseness in the reverend's face decreases some and he nods slowly. 'It is just that it hurts, my child, to see you like this.' There is sadness to his tone that Quinn has never before noticed.
'I'm feeling a lot better now,' Quinn tries, 'much thanks to you, reverend.' It is only a half lie, she tells herself.
He nods again and smiles. 'Thank you, Quinn.' He stays quiet for a few moments before he continues, 'but there will take a lot more work to make you happy again . . . and some of that I cannot help you with.'
She observes him with soft but sad eyes. 'I know,' she whispers.
'My sweet child,' he says and pats her shoulder once again, 'you need to solve things with your mother. It will help your healing, even though it doesn't feel like that right now.'
'I know,' she sighs.
He nods slowly. 'I think we are done for today, Quinn, unless you have something else you want to talk about.'
She shakes rapidly. 'No, no, I don't. Thank you for today reverend!' she says and stands up.
The reverend stands up as well and walks away from the pew. 'Have a great day, Quinn, and take care!'
She smiles. 'You too, reverend.' She starts to walk out of the church, but then she stops short, turns around and looks back at him. 'I see you next Tuesday,' she calls out before exiting the church.
Author's note
On the show I find the Sue Sylvester-Kurt Hummel interaction very interesting. Partially because they are both very witty and sarcastic, but also the two of them seem to understand each other on a level that most other characters on the show don't. So at the beginning of this chapter you get to see my attempt at writing Sue-Kurt interaction, but it is actually really difficult.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and don't forget to review! :)