AN: An extra long chapter this time around. Look at the bottom for an extra long AN where I go over somethings important to the story. Leave your thoughts in the Reviews.
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They were a match made in heaven. Confident, calculated, each other equals, but very much in love. Something they found in highschool that never ever left.
September gave into October, with it came chilling winds and the changing of seasons. This time of year was Quinn's favorite, from October to December there was something about it. Personally she just enjoyed the cold that came with the month's, winter storm after winter storm blew over the Great Lakes and always dumped tons of snow all across Ohio.
The Ranch always looked extra beautiful during the Fall. With the large trees that ran through the acres of land, the ground became covered in wonderful fields of golds and browns, Shadowfax loved the season more than white horse always ran through the large open fields, long white legs breaking through large piles of raked leaves.
Quinn rested against the metal fencing, still dressed in her riding outfit. She watched as Shadowfax enjoyed a few more moments of freedom before Quinn would take him back inside. With Halloween coming up on friday, Wednesday Evenings were always for the girl's own craft. For Quinn it was coming out to the Ranch for Rachel it was her dancing lessons. Though the blonde would pick up her afterwards.
Quinn or Rachel would ever say it out loud, both did needed their space now again. Quinn was always a private and closed girl, living with the Berry's had loosened her up big time, she still enjoyed her moments by herself and her thoughts. It kept her from going crazy from one thing or another.
It also gave her time to think without Rachel's presence that always seemed to drive her crazy, in a good way of course. The first two weeks of their relationship was met with one headache to the all out blow to the gut of LeRoy, it was odd how fast things settled down. With Hiram entering the race for the Congressional Seat in earnest, the pain from before was quickly shoved away.
She questioned it sometimes, honestly. It was still a hard time on both her and her Mother to get rid of Russell out of their lives. Perhaps this was just their way of dealing with it, shoving every thought of LeRoy aside to get over the man. It was just odd, someone who was in their lives for years and years can not just be erased to fit their image. It was oddly familiar to Russell that it made her flinch when she thought about it.
She tried to not over think it really, she knew Rachel was simply following Hiram's footsteps who was shoving himself into his Congressional race. The two girls helped as much as they could, but he was keeping them as far away from the race as he could. At least he was better than Russell in that element, her Father had used her as the centerpiece at most parties. Frannie was always meant to be the wild child.
She gave a snort at the thought, before she had turned out to be wild children. But she was now the heir to the Family's seat in the Company. It was odd for her, she remembered telling Rachel of her dreams of being a writer or something to that effect, and her commenting she could achieve more. Quinn would be lying to herself if she didn't have larger, bigger dreams than just being a writer. She did love words, in all shapes and forms, speaking, writing. But it was a Fabray trait, to do big and grand things. She smirked to herself, opening the gate and walking forward towards Shadowfax to lead him back into his stall, she was Quinn Fabray for a reason, if she could survive being knocked up at 16, God knows what she could do. And to think, all it took was a very small and loud diva.
Rachel always loved Wednesday nights, she got to have her dance lessons and it acted as her and Quinn's date night. Usually it just meant a movie and one of them cooking dinner but it was something she always looked forward to. These nights were always a headache though, morning Glee Club, Cheerio Practice, and then dance lessons, finished off with date night. It lead to a busy day but made her look forward to the very end of it where she got to 'play house', as Santana put it, with Quinn.
There was only a few girls left in the dance studio, sitting down on one of the benches in the studio she leaned her sweaty head against the large mirror. She found all the physical activities she threw herself into was one of the things that kept her anger in check. She would be lying to herself if she didn't think about LeRoy, she remembered when she was small, Dad was at work late and it was just her and LeRoy.
She was sick with the flu, it was starting to break but she was bed ridden. She felt terrible, she couldn't read, sing or do anything. Hiram was usually the one that always stayed with her when she was sick, but that night it was different. LeRoy had been the first one to first see her natural singing ability. At a very tender age, the men had placed her into dozens of classes to see what she took to.
She remembered how the lights lite up in LeRoy's eyes when she took her first vocal lessons. After much fighting with Hiram, LeRoy finally got him to agree to allow her to take them. In hindsight, she could see it as him placing all of his need to be a singer onto her. But she would never trade it in for anything else. LeRoy might of pushed her to start singing because of his need to live out the dream he never had, but she made it her own.
That night, though, it was simply the two of them. He laid her into his and Hiram's bed, cuddled her and watched all her favorite musicals with her. It was one of the better moments with LeRoy. She was so sure he did love her, but the sting in her heart with his leaving. If it was not for Quinn she didn't know where she would be. Hiram threw himself into his Congressional Race, she was left to herself.
Quinn though, she was just there. She never realized how lonely she was until Quinn came into her life. A only child to two very busy Fathers, she was left alone most days. As a child, she had one nanny or another during the times of extreme work. She saw a therapist at some point, when she told her Dads how depressed she was. It became a twice the month appointment. Doctor William, a grey haired man who had lost his Family; wife, children, dogs, everything to one thing or another, became her first friend. Going along with being honest with herself, Doctor William became a real father.
The very thought shamed her, but Hiram nor LeRoy never truly took the time to learn about their daughter. Sure, they were not terrible parents not at all, but she saw all the other kids, with two parents whose eyes shone with pride and love. She was sure she saw love in Hiram's eyes and all she saw in LeRoy's was.. was something she quite didn't understand yet.
But then she came. Well, Quinn had always been there, but she was the one trying to make her life worse. Both girls would be lying if either girl lied about the way they had always been drawn to each other.
The two were rivals from almost day one, matched in intelligence, skill, everything. Rachel was sure it was just that, a rivalry, then it was a moment in Freshmen year. A look from Quinn that she was sure she was never to see. After the odd experience on the first day where the two ran into each other and Rachel spent the morning holding an ice pack to Quinn's bruise.
It was a look that was reserved for private, a look past Quinn's walls. It was near the end of the school year, the days in Ohio becoming hotter, it was one of the benefits of the state, they got to experience all four seasons. She had decided to brave the heat and sit out on the tall metal bleachers, she enjoyed the heat on her skin, after a cold winter and cool spring it was a nice change of pace.
She was only sat on the first row of bench, watching with half interest at the small Cheerio practice, she did always wanted to be a Cheerleader. With all of her years of dancing and gymnastics she could be a nature, and Sue Sylvester might be half crazy, she was still the best Cheerleading coach in the history of the spot. Well that was what the articles said. Quinn Fabray was one of the Cheerios there. Made Captain after the last one fell and shattered every bone in her left leg, she was the source of Rachel's bullying, and perhaps the most beautiful girl she's ever seen.
The sun was bright, Rachel wore a pair of dark shades. Though her face was angled down on the book in her lap, her eyes were on Quinn's form. They were breaking for a few, taking long drinks of water. She felt the breath being knocked out of her form from the look on Quinn's face. There was something so intense in the look. So was so used of seeing only a cold indifference or burning looks of hate, but this was different. This was something that took her breath away, not in the way where she felt an extreme heat pooling in between her legs. This was something that made her heart beat a little bit faster.
It was look into Quinn. Just Quinn. Not a possible heiress to the Fabray Fortune. Head Cheerleader, the titles went on. Biting down on her bottom lip, eyes filled with an emotion that knocked the breath out of her lungs. It was gone as quickly as it was there, but Rachel would never forgot it. She made it her mission to get Quinn to give her that look every living moment of the day
It changed after that day, the looks became less of anger and more of love. Their fights became heated moments of passion.
When she moved in, she found the best of friend she was always looking for. She got to see the real Quinn, the one that she kept hidden from everyone. And then she turned into the one person she was always needed but didn't know she needed. Rachel couldn't help but to get a dumb grin on her face that always came to her when she thought of Quinn.
Just like that, Quinn strolled through the front doors of the studio. Still dressed in her riding outfit with a hoodie thrown over the polo. Blonde hair down up in a ponytail as she walked across the length of the dance studio. Rachel's eyes fell on one of her fellow dance students, Karen. She noticed the girl staring into the large mirrors as Quinn passed her. Her eyes narrowed, she was checking out Quinn's ass! That was her ass.
Popping up off the bench, as Quinn came before her, the blonde didn't even have a chance to speak before Rachel had curled her arms around her neck and pulled her down to give her a fierce kiss. The blonde was not one to ever be mad about getting to kiss Rachel, she swiftly wrapped one arm around Rachel's small waist.
Sliding her tongue across Quinn's teeth, begging for entrance, Rachel heard the blonde moan. The sound of feet on the wooden floor and the studio door being thrown open and then shut knocked them out of the haze. Rachel broke away first, peeking around Quinn to see Karen had stormed out.
They were not out yet to the public, but this studio was quite out of the way from Lima, and no one that actually went to the studio actually lived in Lima. And the way Karen was looking at Quinn, well that just couldn't be allowed.
Quinn arched a brow, a slight smirk coming to her lips. God she hated and loved when Quinn did her famous look, "Happy to see me?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Rachel have a small teasing smile before grabbing her bag and then Quinn's hand as she lead the way back to the parking lot.
"Seeing as you just mauled me in front of one of your classmates after she was staring at my ass.." Quinn trialed off as she just gave a smirk down to Rachel who in question, blushed a dark red.
Mumbling loud enough for Quinn to hear her, Rachel dropped her grip on the blonde's hand before she brought it around to take a handful of Quinn's ass in her tight riding pants, "This is mine."
Quinn glanced around the empty and dark parking lot. They were about to go to their separate doors, but she had other plans. Pushing Rachel roughly against the side of the car, she arched her brow, playful smile on her lips, "Is that right? I am just your plaything?" She purred the last word.
It had been like this for the past month, the teasing that came before the pleasing. they hadn't quite done the deed, but after Quinn talked to Santana about just what and how girls are supposed to do. The blonde felt much more confident in taking that step with Rachel. She felt rather inpowered, perhaps that was the word, when it came to teasing Rachel like this. They had spoken about it before, and Rachel explained she really liked it when Quinn teased her, acting as the "lead".
Rachel ducked her head, but Quinn's right index finger curled around the underside of her chin and angled her head up, "See, I remember a conversation we had. About you rather liking the way I can control you with a single hand." There was something very hot about these moments when the two girls lost themselves to the desires that have been raging in them for years.
Quinn could see the corners of Rachel's lips struggling not to be lifted upwards. It was a trusted show of love, "I like being your plaything." Came Rachel's soft response. eyes meeting hers from under the brown bangs.
Quinn gave a growl and attacked Rachel's lips, not even giving her a moment to breath. She groaned loudly when she felt Rachel's hands gripped her ass again through her pants. Rachel seemed to really like it when she wore these pants.
It was not until Rachel gave a kitten like moan when Quinn was close to leaving another hickey on her neck that Rachel finally remembered they were in the middle of a parking lot, "Baby, if you don't stop our first time is going to be in the back of your jeep."
Quinn moved her mouth from Rachel's neck, eyes an almost darkest shade of jade green, blond strands popping out of her tight ponytail. Her eyes went wide as she nodded, "Your place?"
"I was starting to think you wouldn't ask." Rachel gave one more sweet kiss and raced to the passenger seat.
Quinn was surprised they made it to her front door without throwing themselves at each other. With all these years of sexual tension finally breaking in the oddest moment, as soon as Rachel had the door locked behind them, Quinn threw her against the wall.
Rachel wasn't going to be thrown around that easily, even though she really liked it when it was Quinn taking control of her. She walked Quinn backwards into the living room, the back of the blonde legs hitting the back of the couch, Rachel falling down onto Quinn.
Rachel had always expected this moment, the first time to be some type of grand romantic scene right out of the romance novels she read, or the collection of Romantic movies. There was meant to be flowers, music playing in the background, after a wonderful dinner.
But that was before Quinn. She didn't care how it happened, life was not some kind of novel. Life wasn't the amount of breaths you took, but how many took your breath away. And every time she saw Quinn she felt her breath being taken. As long as it was with Quinn, it would be the single greatest thing she would ever feel.
The teasing from before had fallen away from Quinn's eyes. There was only a burning love in her eyes, something so pure and fierce that it took Rachel's breath away. As the lust that was driving them in the parking lot, fell away into a love, Rachel couldn't help but to feel tears start to sting in her eyes.
Quinn took it wrong, her hand going up to wipe away her tears, "Baby, we don't have to do anything. I didn't mean to pressure you if it's all too much. I just love you so much and sometimes I just can't control all of these rushing emotions at times, and I lose myself in the.."
Rachel just started laughing at Quinn going to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, "No no, Baby. It might sound very cliche, but you make me so happy. Before you, came in here, invaded my space, took up one of the main guest rooms. I was so lonely. My Fathers always gone, then you came."
Quinn understood just quite what she meant. Both born to rich and successful parents whose children were always second best to their careers. Judy was..trying and Quinn loved her for it. But that was besides the point, right now all she wanted was Rachel.
When Quinn reached up to press a kiss to Rachel's lips the passion was back. Less burning and blinding but with a passion that made their hearts beat faster. Quinn moved from under Rachel, her long tan legs wrapping around Quinn as her mouth dropped from Rachel's lips.
Her back pressed against the back of the couch, her fingers went upwards to daftly unzip the hoodie Rachel wore. Her lips going to ghost kisses along her collarbone. Rachel sighed and threw her head back, Quinn's eyes glued to Rachel's form, it was the sexiest sight she had ever seen.
Trying her best to keep her eyes on Rachel, her mouth moved downwards along the curve of her neck and to the front side of her neck. Leaving small kisses, Rachel always seemed to taste like vanilla, she playfully nipped on her collarbone. Drawing a breathless sigh from Rachel, small tan fingers wrapped around her ponytail pulling it down, wonderful blonde locks flowing free now.
Rachel straddled Quinn's lap fully, slowly grinding up and down, the feel of Rachel moving against her brought memories of their shared dances that lite a fire in between Quinn's legs. Her hand ghosted up and down Rachel's toned thighs, fingertips burning through material of her leggings.
Throwing both of their hoodies to the side, Rachel leaned back from Quinn's lips, eyes dancing over the tight white sport's material polo that Quinn wore. There was something very sexy about the riding clothes Quinn wore. She still didn't know much about the sport itself, but damn, Quinn's ass in those pants was answer enough. The way she could almost see her harden abs flexing through the shirt, she bite down hard on her bottom lip.
Her small hand ran along the smooth material of the shot, soft skin fell into harden muscle she could feel though the shirt. Her fingers fingered the helm of Quinn.'s polo, eyes on hers as if asking if she could. A final chance for both girls to back out.
Like backing out was ever an option. Quinn just nodded fiercely, with a big grin on her face as she pressed a kiss to Rachel's chin. Rachel was about to tear off the shirt and finally find that release for the pressure in between her legs when the doorbell started ringing at an alarming rate.
Quinn growled and tossed Rachel off of her, "I swear to God that better be Jesus announcing his Second coming."
If someone told Sue at the start of the year she would be spending this fine Wednesday evening with Curly Lesbian and Wide eyed Ginger, she would of actually laughed herself into an early grave.
But here she was, with a shopping cart with a good thousand dollars worth of new "proper" clothes. Will had made it his mission to burn almost all of her track suits. Besides the few she was allowed to wear for Cheerio related events, she watched Emma and Will threw clothes, shoes, scarfs, boots, gloves, anything and everything at her.
Sue grumbled all she could about how it was her paying for everything but she quickly was shut down.
"My points reminds, Curly. Even getting all new clothes and wearing makeup isn't going to change the fact that we actually don't know where the hell she is." Sue commented as they stood in a rather long line for checkout.
If there was one thing Sue had noticed as a change in Will is that he wasn't making those puppy eyes at Emma anymore. To anyone honestly, since they had taken up their friendship, he seemed to have entered some journey of self discovery.
She had to hold back a snort to herself, she was doing quite the same. Funny how life takes you.
Her eyes lingered over the scores of aisles, before her eyes landed on a very familiar head of brown hair, "Fucking of course."
Will glanced over towards where Sue was staring at, giving a laugh and patting Sue on the back, "See, it's like fate."
"I call it chance." Sue shot back, not moving a muscle from her spot behind the cart. This was the second and hopefully last shopping trip she would have to do. Emma even took her to get her hair styled into locks that fell to right before her shoulders. Of course, she looked rather younger than she was supposed to be. It was a wonder what makeup and getting cleaned up could do to someone.
Her eyes flickered back over towards the woman who was lingering around a rack of clothes. She narrowed her eyes, she called it her Sue Sense. There was some off about all of this. It wasn't Will setting it off, but Shelby. After the adventure in the bar, she had demanded all the information Will knew about Shelby. Though he didn't know the full story, she was able to make out that the woman had given up on Rachel to try again with Quinn's Beth.
The line was still unmoving, with only a single cashier working, Sue was about to start screaming and yelling to the Manager about the service. That was until she met Shelby's eyes from over the rack. There was a slight shiver than ran down her spine. Shelby gave the woman a small wink and smile before breaking eye contact. Now, Sue pretty much went for anything that was good looking. Linda..well Linda was different and special.
Linda made her heart beat faster, her palms got sweaty and she knew it love. She had female and male partners before, it was a different time, a time that was now normal in 2015. Shelby gave her a different burn though. It must to have something to do with the way her brown eyes looked from under dark eyelashes.
She really did look like Rachel.
Sue smacked herself across her face for that one. She made it her personal mission now to drink that thought out of her head if she was ever going to get anywhere with this woman. Will raised a brow at her before she finally sighed loudly, "Fine."
Lucky the loud sigh nor the slapping of her head had drawn Shelby's attention. Sue herself was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a dark red silk blouse, blood red always looked good on heels clicking on the store ground, it was odd, she had not felt this pretty for a very long time.
She was always a confident woman, she was Sue Sylvester after all. Sue started to walk down the aisle of clothes, pausing now and again to look at some random jacket or shirt. She met Shelby's eyes again as the woman moved closer to Sue. She just hoped, wherever good and great people like Linda went to, she was smiling down at her and understood that a piece of her heart would always be hers.
But like she realized in her office that one rainy afternoon, she was so tired of beating herself up and being lonely. So, who knew where this could take her.
It was like a game, Sue realized. Every small step thought out, Sue was right in thinking something was up. Shelby had to be. Everything Will had told her about this woman that she was very intelligent, the Berry men had interviewed dozens and dozens of women to find the perfect genes for their child.
In hindsight, that very thought was rather unsettling. She would be lying if Shelby didn't attract her in more than one way. Linda had always said in her final months if Sue was to move on she had to find someone that could match her in ambition. If Rachel's Mother was anything like her daughter then that would not be an issue.
Not minus the important bit that both her and Will were sure Shelby was back in town to speak to Rachel, which would only lead the girl to have a repeat of the issues she was just now getting over. So, Sue got to explore this pulsating heat from in between her legs and see if Shelby was plotting something.
Now to break the ice, and if she had listened to enough of her Cheerios talk, she was going to channel her inner teenager. Slipping next to Shelby, she gave a smile and spoke in a soft voice, "How much does a polar bear weigh?"
Shelby gave an amused smile and raised an eyebrow, "How much?"
"Enough to break the ice. Sue Sylvester." Sue gave as much of a charming smile as she could while she brought her right hand out to shake.
Shelby gave a small giggle and shook her hand, "Shelby Corcoran. I thought I knew you from somewhere, didn't you judge at the Regionals last year?"
"Ah yes. Apparently having a small talk show on some back channel news channel makes you famous." Sue leaned against the rack and then thanked God that it didn't start to roll away from under her.
Shelby seemed to copy the body language, facing her fully and eyes on her, at least Sue knew she had her full attention, "I apologize. I would of came up to say hello, but it's just that you look so.. different. You wear the red well." The woman allowed her eyes to wander downwards along Sue's body before going back to look in her eyes.
Sue gave a small grin, "What are you doing this Halloween, Mrs. Corcoran?"
"I was going to stay in, drink a bottle of wine, watch a few movies." Shelby matched the grin, taking a small bit step closer.
"Non sense. You're going to spend it with me." Sue was shameless when she finally got in her mode. which were few and far in between moments.
"Quite forward are we?" Sue realized that she really liked the way Shelby's voice sounded. More So when they were only less than a foot away from each other.
"I think you need my phone number first." Shelby took a pen and paper from her purse, as she did so, Sue's eyes turned over her shoulder to where Will and Emma stood in line, which still hadn't moved that much. While Will was making steady glances over towards the two women, Emma's eyes were glued to Will as she talked about something or other.
Sue gave her her best grin as Shelby slipped the folded piece of paper into her hand, "Until then."
Shelby gave one more giggle before turning and walking from the store. Sue was too busy looking down on the folded piece of paper and then glancing upwards at the retreating form of Shelby to really think about the situation.
If Sue was thinking clearly, she would of asked the question; why did Shelby just leave? Wasn't she there for shopping.
Hiram sighed loudly and sipped from a hot cup of coffee. Posters of his smiling face hug from all the walls in the large office space he was renting to act as his Campaign office. He was surprised to actually see his name was reaching the headlines of national headlines. Nothing major lucky, but he was being compared to a young Lyndon Johnson, who was put into the hospital from his aggressive campaigning.
Much like Texas's districts, Ohio had a long standing history of Congressmen and Senators holding their seats for decades and decades for their party. For Johnson it was trying to get into a seat that had just opened from a death, seats in Texas only opened after decades and decades of being held. He saw his chance and took it, throwing himself into the race. Though he was placed inside of the hospital from the lack of sleep and eating, he had won and taken the seat from old money. He went on later to forming one of the biggest Social Betterment programs seen since FDR's New Deal.
For Hiram, was over 7 decades of a pure Red victory for the 4th District. The times called for change, and Hiram was the man for it. With elections just around the corner, the Republicans thought it was going to be a another easy race for them. That was until Hiram appeared into the face, fist balled and swinging.
An openly gay, honorably discharged Army Infantryman, Yale student, self made millionaire that had served faithfully as Police Chief for Lima and was very involved in politics for the betterment of the people? The Republicans were stuttering already, the local Democratic Party just blinked as Hiram was already taking the lead, they had not expected for this man to be such well received in these parts of Ohio. But Hiram was nothing but thoughtful, taking years and years to build a strong pillar of support. Befriending the local mayors, to School Districts Council members, Union Leaders, NRA Chapter Presidents, Hiram was breaking the barriers that had long plagued this nation.
And such a time in national American politics where the Police and the Badge they wore was a sign of hate and violence, Hiram stood as a poster boy for everything right with the Police Force. Under his leadership crime had dropped to an all new low in Lima, he promised what people wanted; Justice Reforms.
Paired with his charming smile and respect to his other running mates, it was very hard not to like him. Of course, this would even be better if he had his husband to have on his arm. Hiram clenched his fingers tight around the coffee mug. While his friend, Judge Turner, was still working on getting his divorce to be cleared as private as possible, it had became center in the news. Thankfully nothing about the reasoning around LeRoy's issues were leaked, but Hiram had to give some story of what happened to his husband.
He smiled down at the picture on his desk, a picture of Quinn, Rachel, Judy and himself from a few weeks ago before the race started in all earnest. It was the last time they had all sat down for dinner as Family and Friends. He found that the girls still hadn't told Judy about their dating, while he was getting to the point of just saying it when they're all together, it might become an issue rather soon.
His Campaign was built upon breaking barriers, he kept his Family away from the politics but he feared what would happen if they started digging. If, for example, Quinn and Rachel were open about their relationships and spoke at his rallies about the decaying Education system in Ohio, while being lesbian, it would be perfect.
He shook his head, he was tired and now his mind was making rather dumb ideas. He had only slept a few hours in the past few days, Johnson indeed.
Or he would be shoving his "gay agenda" down the public throats. Which is the only thing the Republican Party could use against him at the current moment. Even with marriage legalized in the States, it was still a touchy subject.
Everyone always thought Rachel got her drive from LeRoy or perhaps her birth Mother Shelby, before train of thought was very wrong. Hiram was the most ambitious of all the Berrys. Born to extreme poverty in South Carolina, his Father had moved them north to find work and get them off of the streets. His Mother died soon afterwards, he couldn't even remember the color of her eyes. Hiram's Father threw himself into his drink, into drugs, whores, everything to forgot the gentle smile and southern drawl of his Mother.
Hiram's Father beat him almost every day, and while it stopped when he grew larger than him, it became mental. Calling him nothing but trash off the street, that he would be nothing, stuck in this shitty Ohio town, coining the phase, Lima Loser.
Oh how he yearned to prove his Father wrong, to prove everyone in Lima wrong. While his Father barely scraped by every month, Hiram wanted so much money that he couldn't spend it in a million lifetimes. He wanted to have the life his Father could never give him, he wanted to make the American Dream, something that he only learnt about in school, his Reality.
So, he threw himself into his studies at school. Finishing as number one, he then elected to join the Army, a move that surprised all of his teachers who said he could of easily gotten into any Ivy League school he wanted if he had just applied. Hiram himself didn't fully understand it, it was one of the only things him and his Father ever understood about each other; Some hears the call. Few answer it.
And the Military taught him much about himself, thrown into almost every hot zone for the time period he learned much about himself, and much about Humanity itself alongside their love for warfare. He completed both of his Bachelor's degrees, Political Science and Business Management, while doing to night school, paired alongside his service, GPA from College and highschool, plus the emotional personal statement, Yale had accepted him in his last three months of service.
He could still hear his Father's voice when he called him to tell him the good news, "You will always be nothing but trash, Hiram. Trash."
That was the last time he ever spoke to his Father, he threw himself into his studies, his will and drive to be something very much more than just trash. While in the Army he had hired an accountant to help him pick the correct and safe stocks to invest into. He went against his well wishes and invested all of his savings into Apple when it was nothing but a small company. He was now one of the ew majority stockholders. Alongside large holdings in massive technology companies, he made his first million at a young age, now he was worth into the hundreds of millions from him playing the stock games. Never trash.
His ambition was outmatched and out checked. While his Professors thought he would used his Masters in Police Science to join politics at his still rather young age, he surprised them all by moving back home to the small town of Lima husband in tow. He held a Master's Degree from Yale and here he was applying for Corrections at the County Sheriff. After a few years he quit Corrections and was hired as a Sworn Deputy for Lima. It did not take long for him to become Police Chief, and the rest was history.
He remembered all the strange looks he got, someone this educated should not be in Lima running their backwards Police Force. But under Hiram, he had expanded, cleaned up, and made Lima Police Department a model for the rest of the state. It was just a part of his much larger plan, he would win this seat in Congress and help change this country into the model for the rest of Western Civilization.
LeRoy knew the full story of his Father and always wondered why he wanted to raise Rachel in the town that he hated so much. It was simple for Hiram, he wanted to show Rachel just how amazing she could and will be. She was his Star, brighter than almost everyone in Lima, Rachel needed to understand and feel how it felt to be at the bottom. He heard her ranting quite a lot about never becoming a Lima Loser. This City was many things, but for the Berry Family, it was the driving force to become greater and better.
He watched the last of the workers leaving the office, waving goodbye to Hiram, he returned it and leaned into his chair. He still didn't know where LeRoy was, almost a month gone now. He only spoke through his attorney. He had moved his private practice to New York and other than that, he heard nothing from him. It was no matter to Hiram, it was easier this way, no lingering emotions or love for the man he used to know, he would just delete him from his life, start over.
Hiram knew that Rachel was following in his stead, it was natural. She was all she had left besides Judy and Quinn. He hoped she just understood why he had to do it this way, he couldn't allow himself to think of "what if". LeRoy had made his mind up and left them, it was time for Hiram to do the same.
Glancing down at the picture once more he smiled and grabbed his jacket, he was still Police Chief after all. He had a City to serve and protect.
Quinn sighed loudly at the sight of a crying Santana at Rachel's doorstep. She could guess what was wrong, but didn't ask, Santana launched herself to the blonde, crying loudly into her shoulder as Quinn closed the door and moved Santana to the couch.
Rachel's eyes danced with lust until she saw the crying girl. Wrapping her arm around Santana too, she guided them to the main living room where the large tv stood. The two girls guided Santana onto the couch, but the latino girl refused to loosen her grip on both of them. Even Roxie joined them, trying her best to wrap herself around Santana's feet.
It felt like hours of group cuddling until Santana finally calmed down enough to speak. Either Rachel or Quinn pushed her, so they were surprised to hear the dry and broken voice of Santana, "I lost her."
Rachel and Quinn shared a look from over Santana's hunched form. The three have made 'Operation Brittany', which was the grand plan for Santana to romance Brittany proper. It was an uphill struggle on Santana's part who had a very hard time to actually be open about her feelings beyond her sexual need.
"Just tell what us happened while Quinn puts on Lord of the Rings, sounds fair?" Rachel asked. Santana only nodded and cuddled herself fully into Rachel as Quinn rose from the couch. Ever since Rachel finally watched the movies, Quinn kept her 'Holy LOTR CD's'. at the Berry Household.
Next to Rachel's odd love for Alan Rickman and Harry Potter, the two were a match made in Heaven. After making sure the movie was playing, Santana had finally calmed down enough, cuddling with Roxie as Rachel went to the kitchen to get them to snack on.
"What happened, Santana?" Quinn's voice was gentle, but in between getting cock blocked, if that is what lesbians called it, and now dealing with another Brittany centered Santana melt down, she was rather annoyed.
She loved Santana, really did. She was one of her close friends, and the two understood each other better than most. Minus Brittany and Rachel that is. But sometimes, Quinn really wanted to smack her, the blonde had a feeling this was going to be one of those moments.
"Everything was going fine, great. To plan, honestly. I was slowly opening up to her, taking her on dates to places that wasn't Breadsticks," Santana took a breath and looked up as Rachel walked back into the room. A tray of drinks and a bowl of vegan chips, they were just fritos, held in her hands as she placed it on the coffee table.
Brown eyes wandered over towards hazel orbs, sharing one of those silent conversations. 'So much for date night.
'Oh shush, you love Santana.'
'Not as much as I love you.'
Santana watched the paring and started crying harder into Roxie's black coat. She wanted that. Everytime she saw Rachel and Quinn together it was hard to believe they had been dating for such a short time. The two were so fucking perfect. So fucking interconnected, every small motion, the other was right behind them. It was so fucking amazing that she felt a burning hate building in her stomach, she wanted that. Why couldn't she have that? Why couldn't she just be fucking happy.
Rachel and Quinn took either side of Santana, arms thrown over the girl, it was obvious what ever happened had had stuck a chord with Santana. The crying finally died down again as they watched the rolling green hills of the Shire appearing on the large TV screen.
"Tonight was going to be the night," Santana voice was soft, almost broken sounding that made both Rachel and Quinn shudder a bit, "After almost a month of all this mushy courting shit, I was going to tell her how much I needed her. That I wanted to make everything real, you know?"
Quinn and Rachel nodded, the blonde speaking, "And what happened?"
"I was early, not by that much. Her parents weren't home, so I let myself in, like a million times before. There was..sounds coming from upstairs. I got worried, Brittany is a strong girl but she's not like me if someone broke in. I rushed up the stairs, two at a time, about to actually kill someone. In hindsight, I should've realized what type of sounds they were."
Santana took a large breath, her body shaking slightly as she did so, "Wheels and her had seemed to be just the very best of friends."
Rachel's eyes shot over Santana's head to Quinn's, who also wore a matching pair of wide eyes, "What!?"
"You heard me, Hobbit. All of that romance shit we were doing, meant nothing to her. She just fucking fell into bed with fucking.." Santana threw the two girls off of her, standing now as her hands shaking with anger. Rachel was surprised when the dark skinned girl turned and slammed her fist into the drywall. Her first going through it and leaving a hole in the wall, "I fucking hate her. I fucking hate love. I fucking hate..AGH" She brought her fist out of the wall and slammed it into again.
Before Quinn could even move, Rachel was up on her feet. She grabbed Santana's wrist and twisted her arm behind her back faster than either girl had ever seen, "You need to calm down Santana."
Santana wasn't going to be pushed around that easy, even though Rachel had the proper form and grip, Santana just brought her body back and slammed her weight into Rachel. The small girl went stumbling backwards, falling hard onto the coffee table.
Quinn only saw red as Rachel flew backwards. Hiram had enjoyed taking the girls to the Police Academy and letting them do some of the defense classes, and now it was time to put Santana into her place.
Santana didn't even have a chance at the lion Quinn became, slamming the girl into the wall, her back slamming into the wall. Quinn's elbow was pressing against her throat, her eyes were on fire, "You. Need. To. Remember. Where. You. Are."
Santana, was a lot of things, fearless being one she tried to do her best. The look in Quinn's eyes and the edge in her eyes, Santana was afraid in that moment, "I..I.." Her eyes blinked once as she felt that rage that came out of nowhere leaving her. She saw Rachel slow to get up, rubbing the back of her head.
"Quinn stop." Rachel's soft voice whispered up as she came up next to Quinn. At the sound of her voice, Quinn gave a small sigh and dropped her grip on Santana. The girl just sliding down the wall and staring forward through Quinn's legs.
Quinn looked over to Rachel as she sat down next to Santana. The latino's head going to rest on Rachel's shoulder. Quinn huffed and took the other side of Santana.
"I have lost her haven't I?" Santana whispered out as she moved her head from Rachel's shoulder, staring forward into the living room.
She started to cry and fell into Quinn's arms this time. The blonde running a soothing hand up and down her back. She watched with wide eyes as Rachel stood and crouched in front of Santana.
"Look at me." It was a tone neither girl have heard Rachel speak in. Something similar to the voice she used during Cheerio practice, Santana's mouth was half open as she stared at the burning expression that Rachel wore. Quinn matched her expression, it was amazing to her, after 10 months of being together in one shape or form, Rachel still surprised her.
"You are Santana fucking Lopez, "Quinn realized just how hot it was when Rachel cursed, "Are you really just got to sit here and cry, just letting Brittany walk out of your life. Or are you going to get up, dust yourself up, and win her over."
Santana just gaped looking over towards Quinn and then back to Rachel, but Rachel wasn't done speaking yet, "I don't like what Brittany did, but it's obvious that you're hopeless without the girl. Puck is having his Halloween Party this week. We're all going to go, and you're going to walk right up to her and kiss her. And then tell everyone how much you love her. You got that?"
Santana just nodded dumbly before shaking her head and then nodding again, "Right. Right! Yes. Right. I can do this. She's mine," She looked in between the girls, before throwing her arms around both of the girls, "I am sorry about the wall."
"Better than our faces." Quinn commented dryly as the girls disconnected and stood.
Santana nodded and smile as she wiped her eyes, "You know I don't do the whole, emotions thing. But without you two, I honestly think I would've thrown myself at Puck, or like Sam. So..thank you."
Rachel felt Quinn's arm wrapped around her waist and pulling herself into a side hug, "It's fine, Santana. We're friends, friends put up with other friends love issues."
"Don't you let go for her, Quinn. She's something amazing." Santana said through her tears, offering a rare real smile to the two girls.
Rachel blushed a dark red and was about to speak but Quinn beat her to it within moments, "And she's all mine." Quinn's hazel eyes bore down on Santana's. The latino girl giving a small nod before heading back to the couch.
"Well, come on, Berry. We have a plan to make for Friday night." Santana flopped down onto the couch, and awaited for the 50 point plan that she was sure Rachel had already created while standing there.
After two hours of intense planning, Operation Brittany V2 had been made. It was rather easy really, Santana just had to get her alone, and go straight for the jugular. Tell her how she felt and pray to God that would be enough. Santana left in much better mood, still blushing how sorry she was for attacking them, Quinn understood just well why Santana needed to let some steam out, Rachel was one for running when she was angry, not hitting people.
It was not how they planned to spend their date night, the still had a few hours before they needed to sleep, but the mood that was there before was long gone now. Rachel had just finished up the dishes in the kitchen after Quinn had cooked her and Santana a nice small dinner.
She stood in the archway that lead into the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, she watched in silence and watched Quinn on the couch. The blonde in question had her reading glasses perched on her nose as she read through their AP American History textbook. She always did love watching Quinn, it would always be one of her favorite pastimes.
Moving as quietly as she did, she crawled onto the couch and Quinn. She was not surprised to feel the blonde lifting her arms up to allow Rachel to securely cuddle into her. Her nose and cheek resting on the crook of Quinn's neck, she heard Quinn sigh against her as she turned the page.
Rachel's lips pressed soft kisses along Quinn's jaw and neck. Rachel's hands moved along the white polo that she still hadn't changed out of. She slipped her hand underneath the material of the shirt feeling the harden muscle under her fingertips, "I know what we're going to be for Halloween."
Quinn gave a 'Mhm' sound as she read from the textbook, "Does it have to do with your new favorite tv show?"
Rachel blushed, "Maybe." She still hadn't moved her fingers from Quinn's stomach, tracing up and down over the defined muscle. She really did have a thing for Quinn's abs, but let's be honest here, she had a thing for everything Quinn.
"You just want a reason to act like a Queen and to have me dressed up in a leather jacket." She could feel Rachel about to huff, looking away from the book she leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Rachel's brown head.
"And you say that like you don't like the show." Rachel mumbled as she reached down with her hand to throw the blanket that was on the couch over them.
"I do, it's just odd how well we could fit into the characters."
"You're just saying that because we're blonde and brunette." Rachel was almost pouting. Slipping her hand from under Quinn's shirt she felt her eyes closing softly.
"I wouldn't want it any other way." Quinn mumbled as she closed the textbook and threw it to the ground. She wrapped her arms in earnest around Rachel, slipping her glasses off to place them onto the coffee table.
"Sing to me, it helps me sleep." Rachel's voice was so soft and quiet. Quinn always loved how adorable Rachel's voice could sound.
Quinn actually didn't quite know what to sing, remembering the slow lyrics of song she heard on the radio months ago, she started up.
A whisper away from changin' everything
But is it safe to say
Such dangerous things
When your hands are tremblin'
Girl I'm weak in the knees
It's times like these when silence means everything
More than anything
Rachel snuggled deeper against the girl. There really was something about Quinn's voice when she sung country. Though she blonde still claimed to only like 'some songs', she seemed to know all the right ones to make her feel special.
So fall when you're ready baby
Let our kiss count the moments and hearts set the pace
I'll be your love song and I'll love you right off your feet
Until you fall into me
Roxie peeked her head up from her sleeping position, eyes coming to the girls as Quinn offered the dog a smile as she pressed her lips closer to Rachel's ear as she sanged.
Love ain't a race
There's no finish line
And I love a chase
But don't leave me behind
'Cause girl we're both gamblin'
But I'm playin' for keeps
It's time like these
When patience means everything
More than anything
Rachel moved her mouth upwards to press small kisses to the side of Quinn's neck, jaw, cheek, anywhere she could reach without moving too much.
So fall when you're ready baby
Let our kiss count the moments and hearts set the pace
I'll be your love song and I'll love you right off your feet
The song was rather fitting for the two, both remembering the moment when one the other fell into each other. For Quinn it was the moment when Rachel came marching into the restroom and smiled through her throw up saying she was the prettiest girl she's ever seen. It was hard, for the both of them to trust someone like this, to fully give yourself up to someone. While they had other friends, neither really fully trusted people like Santana or Kurt like they trusted each other.
And I'll fall for you every day
I'll cherish the moments time can't erase
We'll be the love song
I promise you we're gonna sing
Girl when you fall into me
Girl when you fall into me
C'mon baby fall into me
I'm waiting
Fall into me
Fall into me
Fall into me
A whisper away from changing everything
Quinn finally finished singing, but didn't even have a chance to breath before Rachel's lips were capturing hers in a slow and sweet motion. She shifted so she was sitting sitting in Quinn's lap, legs pressed to either side. Long brown hair covered both of their faces like a long dark curtain, "I want to tell Glee Club about us."
Quinn took her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it as she stared up into Rachel's eyes. She had been thinking about it more and more often. In the start both were afraid to be open to everyone around them, but after LeRoy leaving and Quinn being there save her, there was no doubt in Rachel's mind who she wanted to be with.
Quinn, herself, never had a choice in the matter. She was ruined the very first time she met small and talkative Rachel, "We tell my mother first."
Rachel gave a large smile, she was worried that Quinn was not ready to be open to the members of Glee Club, not like they didn't already talk about it behind their backs.
"Quinn, Baby, if you think Judy doesn't already know, you're blind." Rachel cupped Quinn's cheek, running her thumb over her cheek.
Quinn huffed and puffed a small bit, Rachel was right after all, with how the girls just looked at each other in public, she was surprised that the entire school didn't know, "Come on, we're doing it tonight."
Rachel just whined and wrapped her legs and arms tight around Quinn. The blonde rolled her eyes and got up from the couch, carrying Rachel to her chest, who really didn't want to let go. It was until Quinn needed to bend over to her and Rachel's shoes that the girl finally let go of her grip.
"I love you." Rachel whispered into her ear before she pressed a kiss to Quinn's cheek. Going to quickly grab her jacket, shoes and purse.
Quinn just smiled like a fool, as they climbed into her red jeep. She would of never actually thought she would be bringing home a woman to meet her mother. Never in a million years, even if she had accepted her sexuality, she would have to settle for second best, because the one woman she wanted, Rachel, would never want her. But here she was, driving her to her house, to tell her Mom that they were together.
For so long she had been afraid to be herself, to be more than the girl her Father wanted her to be. To be something she actually loved, for so long she battled with Quinn and Quinn Fabray in her head. She thought there could only be one or the other, the soft and nice Quinn whose eyes lingered on Rachel or Quinn Fabray. the second born to Russell Fabray, CEO of the Fabray Industries. She was to marry a nice white rich upstanding Christian man and maintain the Fabray image.
But, God be damned, look at her now. Once she turned 18 she would be slowly brought up to speed by the Board of Directors on the running of the business, and once she finished college she would be able to follow in the footsteps of the Fabrays before and become the CEO of the company. All during that, she will be open about what type of woman she is, and she knew deep down inside, that she would have Rachel next to her during all of that, until the very end.
Funny how life works.
The drive was short, filled with passing glances and large smiles. Quinn entered the gate code and pulled up in front of the massive house. At least the one good thing about this part of Ohio was all the undeveloped land that leant to massive houses. Granted the Fabray's made Lima, it was still a thought.
Her mother's car in the driveway told them that she was home from work already. Entering into the house, they could hear the soft beat of music coming from the kitchen and Judy humming along.
They heard Max coming towards them before they even saw him. The husky was growing up fast, Quinn's eyes went large at the sight of her dog, smiling as she bent down and hugged her baby, "Maxxx."
Rachel just looked on and smiled. Once the dog had licked his mother's face to his heart's filled, he sat back onto his hind legs and looked up at Rachel, waiting to be petted. Rachel smiled, Max was always the perfect gentlemen with her, she leaned over and gave the husky a good scratching behind the ears.
They found Judy busy behind the stove top cooking an early dinner for herself,. The woman smiled as the two entered, "And here I thought I wouldn't see you two until this weekend."
Quinn smiled tightly and clasped Rachel's hand into hers. Her mother had taken over for the company after Russell just up and left sending the stockholders into a frenzy. Though as CEO, she didn't oversee the day to day running of the company, she still worked full time in the company's headquarters in Columbus. She could see the tiredness in Judy's eyes, but at the sight of her daughter, her smile brighten up, reaching her eyes.
"We both have something to tell you, Mom. You might want to sit down." Quinn spoke as Max walked into the kitchen laying down on the wooden floor. Judy raised a brow and glanced over towards Rachel who just gave her a wink and smile.
Judy sat down at a small kitchen table and chairs that was pressed into the bay window that overlooked the night landscape, "One of you better not be pregnant."
"Mom!" Quinn whined loudly, earning a giggle from Rachel as the two sat down on the other side of the kitchen table.
Judy smiled, "See, ice broken. Also, honey, whatever you're going to tell me, it can't be worse than that Finn boy singing that terrible song. No matter what happens, or what you do, short of killing random people, I will always love you. After everything we have been through, Family comes above all else." Her own hazel eyes met her daughter's, hands slipping over the table to try to take Quinn's.
Quinn smiled and took a deep breath, looking over towards Rachel. She remembered one conversation with Santana weeks and weeks ago. How that she was so impressed by Rachel and her's courage to finally accept themselves, while she was still struggling to actually that that dive off of the edge.
'Come on Fabray. Find your courage'. The voice inside of her head, which sounded a lot like Rachel rang through. Sighing, Quinn took a breath to steady herself, "Mom, I am gay. And I am with Rachel, we have been for a very long time."
Quinn braced herself for the screaming and yelling, or the cold and indifferent voice commanding her to pack up and leave again. But she was surprised to hear her Mom getting up and moving around the table. She didn't even have time to breath before she felt her Mother's arms wrapping around her. Then she felt Rachel's familiar arms wrapping around her too.
After Judy hugged her daughter for all her worth she moved back to arm's length, "Quinn, I know. You two are the most obvious people I have ever seen," A look of hurt flashed across Quinn's face, but Judy just gave her a pointed look, "I didn't want to bring it up to you, because I was afraid that it would just scare you back off from me. In the past few months we have been through so much. I am never going to lose you again, Quinn. I don't care that you like girls, Rachel is an amazing young woman. Better than any boy or girl, for that matter, you could bring home."
Rachel just blinked at Judy, she felt a surge of warmth flowing through her. In the past month, Judy had slowly taken the spot of that female figure she had been missing her entire life. She had tried with Shelby, which failed and left the girl's heart broken. Judy was the next best thing, she had been worried for so long that the older woman would not like her, at her deceleration Rachel couldn't help but to get a large smile.
They always met in public places, she realized. She was at least glad that he had cleaned up. Cut that stupid Jew fro and dressed in normal clothes for this. Lauren herself wore a baseball cap pulled over her eyes and a pair of dark sunglasses even though it was night outside.
The cafe on 5th Street was almost always empty, besides on Sunday mornings when the local Southern Baptist church let out, the entire Church always seemed to make it their point to eat here.
But on a quiet Wednesday evening, there were only a few souls in the cafe, most of them the workers. She breezed past the hostess to where Jacob sat. Way in the back at one of the last tables, she could feel his eyes on her form as she walked forward. There was something about that boy, the way he looked at girls in the hallway that sent a shiver down her spine, in a very bad way.
She couldn't help but to think she had made a deal with the devil for all of this. But Quinn and Rachel were in her way. They had millions and millions of dollars, both from wealthy families, hall Berry's Father was going to become a Congressman. She needed to become the top of school which meant becoming Head Cheerio for scholarships. If that meant dealing with the creep that is Jacob, it was something she was going to have to deal with for the time being. Once she was on top, she would make sure to crush him.
Jacob gave her his trademark creeper smile as she sat down at the table, "Lauren! How is you and Finn doing?"
She sighed, it was by his pushing that she made the moves on Finn. It wasn't that hard really, being a Cheerio, blonde and hot, he was gool in her hands. Though she was quickly see why Berry and Fabray went gay, when Finn tried to speak intelligent she had to stop herself from slamming her head into a wall to make him stop talking, "Lovely. He did as I told him to do, and made up with Public Enemy 1 and 2."
"Good good. Finn will be important in all of this. Get him to become closer to Quinn and Rachel, then we can get the proof we need to blow this all open." As he finished speaking, one of the waitress came over, dropping a plate with a large steak covered in onions in front of him.
Lauren flinched at the smell, but Jacob seemed to enjoy the smell of onions and burnt steak, going to dive in as the woman spoke, "I don't understand why we need more proof, you already have those pictures from months ago."
Jacob shook his head, "It's not that easy, Lauren. It's a lot like politics, those pictures are blurry and it's hard to make out. They could easily wave them off, what we need to do is leak those, to get people talking, but if we do it before we have better supplies we will only scare them into hiding. But, if we have more than enough evidence and the likes of Finn on our side, then we can bait them and destroy them. Knowing Fabray she will run at the first sign of danger, leaving you to finish her off, and for me to be Rachel's Knight in shining armor. It's perfect really." He gave her a smile as he shoved a rather large hunk of steak into his mouth.
Lauren shook her head, "That's what I am worried about. I have a feeling Finn knows something. He always acts weird when I bring up those two."
"Well, one cheated on him and the other he almost dated." He raised a brow, wondering what she was on about.
"No it's not that...It's like he knows something more and he doesn't want to tell me. What if they told him about them?" Lauren started, hands cuffed in her lap as she tried to explain. She knew he must of known something, did all of Glee club know it? Was it just Finn?
"Unlikely but possible. Find out, bait him into spilling the beans, anything. If he's firmly in their camp, we're going to need to use one of the other Glee boys." Jacob shrugged adopting an look of indifference while in the back of his head was slapping himself for missing that possible
"And Mercedes? After that fight with Santana, she might know something or could be helpful. She has a lot to gain from all of this also." If she was honest, she just wanted someone else to either put the blame onto if this blew up into their faces, or to hide behind from Jacob's creepy smile.
"Leave her to me, my dear." He smiled one last time and waved her off. Lauren didn't need to be told twice, leaving as quickly as she left. She felt his eyes staring at her ass as she walked away, such a creep.
Jacob finished the rest of his dinner and drove home later that night. The tv was still on in the living room when he returned. His Mother always enjoyed watching the evening news when she drank herself into a early grave. It was an interview by Hiram Berry about his planned Education reforms.
He narrowed his eyes, just how far was he willing to take this? He noticed the lack of the Doctor Berry next to his husband's side. He heard how highly Rachel spoke of her Fathers, if he was too add ontop of the first plan, work on uncovering some dirt on Hiram, Rachel would come falling into his arms.
He glanced over towards his mother passed out on the couch, a bit of throw up on her chin from earlier that night, "Oh Mother Dearest." He said to himself as he took a rag from the kitchen to clean up her chin.
His Mother's eyes opened, but didn't move as she stared at her son, "Oh Mother, you will be so proud, your son is going to have a girlfriend very soon. You know what that means, grandchildren."
He offered her one more of his crooked teeth smile, his Mother watching with large eyes as he tossed the rag away, "I don't need to remind you to pick up my medicine tomorrow also? You know what happened last time I ran out." He brought his hand to her large and fat arm, squeezing hard as his Mother nodded her head fast.
"Sleep well, Mother." He smiled once before pressing a kiss to her forehead and heading to his room to think over this Operation Downfall plan.
There was something about that boy that put everyone on edge.
AN: Song used is Fall Into Me by Brantly Gilbert. A personal favorite and the credit to the title of the story actually.
So I realized that I haven't really directly been answering questions in reviews, I might set something up so I can answer questions more directly rather than waiting for another chapter to be posted, but nevertheless.
Forevergleek9615 - I always look forward towards your Review for the chapter. I'll gave you know I take them seriously. Thank you for the support, at least someone understands the nature of AU.
Shay(Guest) - As you can see, one might think that I ignored your pled for not the Sue and Shelby paring. I will say, it's not like what it looks for at least Shelby. Lies and lies make the world go round. And I honestly think LeRoy just likes pleasure in all forms. The 'Big Gay Happy Family', is something he just coined due to the stereotype that Gay men and Families are just amazing. The entire story itself is showing how not everything is what it appears. Most would think Rachel had an amazing home life, while she's just worse off as Quinn. Thank you for the support.
So overall, this chapter set up a number of things. Next chapter will be much less shoving of plot and more with Highschool fun. I haven't done much with the actual Glee Club so we shall see a return of that, plus Halloween Party.
As I already said, Sue and Shelby is not what it seems, or it is. I don't want to spoiler things, but Sue is going to fall head first because she is actually attracted to Shelby. And Shelby, well the one thing I got from the Show, is that Shelby cares about Shelby. Just my personal thoughts.
I replaced Sue's Congressional race with Hiram, as I have already hinted at. I realize that I was somewhat rambling during his section in the chapter, but I was trying to get his side of things out of the way early. AS we go on, we shall have point of views of the race from all sorts of people to give it a much more rich experience. I also realized that I made the 'perfect' running candidate. So hopefully, I destroy that image somewhere along the road.
It's rather obvious that Jacob is going to be our main villain for highschool or at least this year, if he's found out. I personally, always got a really creepy feeling from him during the show, I am taking that to a whole new level of creepiness. Again, this is AU and I want to have fun with creating my own plot not just rewriting the show in Faberry, which has been done expertly by other writers. He's a sick person, and I wish to give the story all sort of characters; from the story of love to a story of hate.
While I will be taking some Story plot elements, it's obvious that I am going out on my own with a lot of this. For example, just how powerful the Fabrays are. I would put them similar to the great Families that first made America during the late 1800's and early 1900's. This is only a background thing for now, as the story go on I shall be explaining more about the Family's history. I already have been planning the other stories after Fall Into Me, and that is more for later on, for now, just enjoy. And worry about Highschool
I think that's everything, I hoped you enjoyed! Next chapter is a good old Highschool Halloween Party, and I am sure a bunch of other stuff I haven't thought of yet.