An: Family Portrait will be updated on Friday or Saturdays. I promise. I know you want more of it, but that muse is currently on a sabbatical I tried to write some of it but it came out horrible. I know I have a massive buffer, but if I don't keep it—that story might be abandoned for a good four years. None of us want that. Don't worry I know how that's going to end. My muse basically said screw it, and started working on the sequel.I'm not even done the first story yet. You see the problem. I'm tapped out.
Alicia: I do indeed have a plan for Finn and his crush on Rachel. But other things need to happen before that so hold onto that thought.
Double update today YEY me. Please Review.
Panic isn't exactly the right word for what's going through Quinn's mind at this exact moment, it's a lot worse than that, and she wishes that Santana were here or Mike, and why did she think it was a good idea to dismiss her bodyguards. Why did she think it was a good idea to be alone with Rachel Berry, she hadn't expected the girl to throw herself on top of her. It was a game, it was just a stupid game that they were supposed to be playing. Now she knew, she knew about her extra appendage and she was going to tell, she was going to tell someone and sell the story to TMZ or some other celebrity gossip magazine.
At least her panic and fear had managed to act as a cold shower of sorts because she was now incredibly soft, but she couldn't look into the eyes of Rachel Berry who was still looking at her, still wondering what it was that she had just felt against her. It was all her fault, if she hadn't been straddling her—and if her mind hadn't gone to very dirty places, Quinn flushed again but it wasn't the time to think about that. She couldn't just kill her, at least not here. It was way to public and she didn't have an actual gun on her. So she needed a stop gap measure, one that she could use until Santana and Brittany could deal with the situation. She would deal with the fallout later.
"Quinn—are you transgendered?" Rachel asks gently because it's the only thing that makes sense. But they both look so feminine. It seems to be the wrong thing to say, because Quinn's pulling away from her.
Quinn frowns, because answering questions is the last thing that she wants to do right now, but Rachel Berry will soon be very dead, because no one can know about them, and it'll give her time to think. "I'm a woman," she snaps at her harshly, and it's harsher than she meant but given the circumstance she feels that it's forgivable. She sees Rachel wince at this. "We were—I was born with this, a penis, I was born with it. They thought we—I was a boy at first but we found that I wasn't."
Rachel nods, "Intersexed," she says and Quinn looks at her sharply and she shrugs, "I had two gay dads who were very vocal about the rights of the gay community, they made sure that I was well versed so I wouldn't offend anyone. I was exposed to a lot as a child, and I did my own research." she said easily. She bites her lip, it didn't seem to be calming Quinn down and she needed to do that. To let her see that she wasn't a threat. "Quinn—"
"How much, how much do I have to pay you to not tell anyone what just happened?" Quinn's voice is cold and she's back, she knows how to deal with threats. She knows how to handle people who would threaten them and this might manage to keep Rachel quiet until she can be dealt with. "Ten million?" she demands.
Rachel blinks because this a surprise, "Excuse me?" she asks, "Quinn—"
"Fifteen," Quinn interrupts not listening to her, she needs Rachel to agree to a number so she can be dealt with. "That's the most I'm going to offer you Rachel, it's the most amount of money that you're ever going to get. You can move out of that terrible apartment that you call home, you can move somewhere decent. You'll—"
"I don't want your money," Rachel finally manages to interrupt Quinn. "I'm—"
"Then what do you want?" Quinn asks the panic setting in. "Everyone wants something and I swear if it's in my power to give it to you I will get you whatever you want. You can't tell anyone. Whatever the cost—"
Quinn is begging now promising her the world and if she was anybody else, they might have taken advantage of Quinn but Rachel isn't anyone else. "Quinn, I'm not going to tell anyone," Rachel says forcefully and Quinn stops talking and stares at her shock and confusion on her face. "My father's would roll over in their graves if I even entertained the idea of outing you. I understand that our relationship has been tenuous at best, and you have no reason to trust me. But I'm not going to tell anyone about you or your twin."
Quinn stares at her in disbelief, "You currently are in possession of a secret that could destroy me and you're not going to use it to extract whatever you want from me?" She knew secrets, she blackmailed people to get what she wanted it was all part of doing business.
Rachel blinks at her, "No! Why would I—" she sighs. "Both my dads were gay Quinn, back when being an out homosexual was not acceptable. Outing them would result in them being thrown into jail, or beaten, or being locked into a mental institution. You know there are still some places in the states, where you're still allowed to assault a gay person and claim that you panicked. While I doubt any of that would happen to you, with your wealth. You need to understand that my fathers were very open about the experiences that they faced, and I would never betray your trust like that. I would never out you. You—well mostly Charlie has been so kind to both Norah and I. We could never do that to you."
Quinn stares at her she still can't believe that Rachel has no intention of telling anyone and that she seems perfectly okay with the fact that she's a girl and has a dick, like it's almost normal. She almost believes her, she almost believes that Rachel won't tell. She wants to believe that she's okay. "I can introduce you to Barbara Streisand, Celine Dion, your heroes. I can have them flown out and you can meet them tonight—"
"Quinn Fabray, I'm not going to tell anybody about you," Rachel says in an exasperated tone. "I don't actually care what you have between your legs. I care that you think that you think that I can be bought. Would I like to meet Barbara, yes I would. I would love to meet her she's one of my idols. However you will not be dragging Barbara away from what I can imagine is a very busy schedule just to meet me in an attempt to keep me quiet. I'm already not going to talk. I don't want your money, I don't want you to do things for me. Please believe me Quinn, you need to trust that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
Quinn swallows, and stares at Rachel, quietly for a moment, and she sees sincerity and conviction, "Okay. Please don't—I can't—you can't tell anyone not Norah. You can't mention it out loud. Just—please don't tell anyone."
Rachel gently rests a hand on Quinn's hand, "I'm not going to tell anyone," she says as she takes a seat beside Quinn.
Quinn doesn't know what to say as she sits with Rachel in quiet, debating what to do. She's put Charlie in danger as well, they're twins she's going to need to tell her twin. But she doesn't want Rachel to die. Charlie's solution would be to kill the both of them. "You're not—disgusted?" she asks and she doesn't even know where the question comes from. "With me—my body?"
Rachel shakes her head, "Disgusted? Of you? I'm jealous of you. You're really pretty. Like the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'm serious I don't care if you have a penis," Rachel whispers and looks at her. She smiles at Quinn and hopes that it's enough. That it's enough to get Quinn to trust her. Quinn smiles at the compliment and it's not cold, or harsh or one of her smug little smiles, or one of the haughty ones that Rachel has grown accustomed to. It's a genuine warm smile. It's a break through a small one.
Quinn studies Rachel for a moment, and she makes a decision to trust her, to trust Rachel. "I'm sorry, for getting you fired from your job."
Rachel's mouth drops because it's like a complete 180, Quinn's apologizing to her and she nods, "Thank you for getting me the job on Broadway," she says after a moment. There is another moment of silence that passes between them, "Can we start again?"
Quinn blinks, "Start again?" she echoes confusion washing over her features. "What do you mean?"
"Like wipe the slate clean between the two of us, I didn't make the best impression when we first met," Rachel admits.
"You didn't," Quinn agrees and Rachel's mouth drops open and she crosses her arms over her chest, causing Quinn to smile again and roll her eyes, because it's extremely easy to get under Quinn's skin.
"Fine—be like that, I just thought we could be friends or something. But if you're not going to admit that you didn't put your best foot forward, then we'll just go back to bickering everyday over the fact that you are incapable of acting being nice to me," she huffs.
Quinn doesn't say anything right away, Rachel looks sort of adorable with that huffy look on her face, but she stops the thoughts before they can spiral out of control, it's what had gotten her into this mess to begin with, "I'd like to be friends with you—" She knows it's a bad idea she likes Rachel Berry, she likes that she's not scared of her that she can tell her no.
The huffy look on Rachel's face disappears and she smiles at Quinn gently before pausing, "You want to be friends? And you still haven't admitted that you made a terrible first impression."
Quinn smiles, "I made a terrible first impression," Rachel smiles widely at this and Quinn can't help it, "But you started it," she adds and the smile fades and Rachel's huffy again.
"I take it back, I'm not sorry. You are incapable of being nice to me," Rachel says dramatically, but her lips twitch upward because she can see that Quinn's trying her hardest not to laugh.
It doesn't take long for Sunshine to arrive at the Four Seasons, it also doesn't take long to find out that the twins are in the two penthouse suites, which will make this easier, for her anyway. It's easy to get access to their floor, which is empty. It's sloppy, there should always be a guard there to make sure that no one enters the floor and she can tell that their bodyguards are just—sloppy or lazy. This should be easier than she thought.
They're on vacation their detail is probably light, which means that she has time. Carefully she unscrews every single light in the emergency lights. She's swiped a master key from one of the maids and she opens the door to Quinn's room and takes a look around. It's nice, expensive looking, it has a baby grand piano in it. She shakes her head, she thought that they were more careful than this, it's too easy and it's almost not worth the two million. She quickly takes a layout of the rooms in the penthouse trying to find which room is Quinn's, she's going to move in and out quickly. She opens the closet and sees the various Chanel dresses hanging in the closet, and smiles to herself. She's found Quinn's room. She closes the closet and slips out of the room, and heads into Charlie's suite.
It's even easier to find Charlie's room, hers is the only one with various tuxedos and two dresses in it. Sunshine touches the fabric gently, but she's managed to get what she came for. She only needed a layout of the rooms, she trips over a stuffed penguin that was on the floor and she picks it up and looks at it. It's cute, apparently the legendary Reaper had a soft spot for cute fuzzy animals. She'd be sure to remember to tell the story when she kills the Reaper. She tosses the penguin down carelessly, it was on the floor anyway she doubts that their bodyguards will notice, or they'll just simply blame the help. She needs to get ready. Everything she needed would be delivered tomorrow, but she still needs to see if the hotel has a generator.
Brittany, Charlie, Mike, Sam and Santana find out that Rachel knows, the debate on what to do. More sunshine, Norah wonders how Rachel managed to get through to Quinn.
I think my next story, will be a Fafafaberrittana. (Faberry) I just want it to be really dark and twisted, so once again ideas, I do like the paranormal hunter's idea, except I can't watch horror films or really anything with ghosts and stuff unless it's like Casper the friendly ghost. I know I'm terrible, my ex-girlfriend would make me sit down and watch all this horror stuff, which generally had me freaking out and had me sleeping with the lights on for a few days. I don't think I could do it justice. And for people who are worried about me taking on another story, I'm not going to just going to get the prologue out of the way.