Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read the previous chapter! I apologize for not updating in awhile. Real life got in the way, so I wasn't able to work on the story. I hope this chapter makes up for the delay! Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or On The Wings of Love.

Chapter 9: Interview Preparations

August 4, 2017

Francine Fabray or more commonly known as Frannie was the complete opposite of her younger sister. While Quinn wanted to get out of Ohio, Frannie was content staying in their home state for college. She went to Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio where she studied economics and met her soon to be husband.

She was approaching the big 3-0. She just turned twenty-nine in May, and twenty-nine was still considered young. She kept up with the latest trends and she even used the various social media apps. For instance, last week she created a SnapChat account to see why people were going crazy with these filters. To be honest, Frannie didn't get the appeal of using filters and sending snaps to people. It was too much for her. She preferred using Facebook since it was easier to communicate and keep in touch with her college friends. Unlike most people, Frannie wasn't addicted to Facebook. She checked it once in awhile to check if any of her friends posted anything new. Since it was her lunch break right now, it was the perfect time to check her news feed.

Frannie scrolled down on her phone and saw that her old college roommate got engaged. They haven't spoken since senior year, but the older Fabray liked the photo and congratulated her old roommate. After all, they shared many memories together. She continued to scroll down her news feed. She didn't find anything interesting until she saw her Brittany S. Pierce's latest photo album. Her eyes widen when she read the title of the album.

Rachel and Quinn's Wedding.

What the fuck!

Quinn got married! And to a woman!

This can't be true! Frannie thought to herself. Her little sister got fucking married and didn't even invite her to the wedding. She knew they drifted apart when she moved to Cleveland for college. Even though they weren't as close anymore, they still told each other any big news like her engagement to Benjamin.

Guess getting married isn't big news for Quinn.

Why didn't Quinn tell her? Was it because she married a woman? Frannie didn't care that Quinn was gay or bisexual. The younger blonde was still her sister, and dammit, Frannie loves her sister.

She closed Facebook on her phone and looked for Quinn's number in her contacts. "Looks like my little sister has a lot to explain."

"Hey Frannie, what's up?" Quinn asked as she answered her phone.

"You're married?!" Fran yelled through the phone.

Shit.

Okay, maybe she could still get out of this. She could just pretend she has not idea what Frannie was talking about.

"What are you yelling about, Frannie?"

"You got married a couple of days ago! I saw it on Facebook!"

Fucking Facebook. It's okay. This was still salvageable.

"Frannie, you can't believe everything you see on Facebook!" Quinn argued. "People post fake news all the time."

"I'm not stupid, Quinn! Your friend Brittany posted pictures of your wedding!"

The blonde released an exasperated sigh. Of course it was Brittany. Wait, when did she and Frannie become friends on Facebook?

"Not only that, but you got married to a woman!" Frannie bellowed. "I know we aren't close anymore, but I still love and care about you, Quinn. We're sisters for God's sake! You could have told me you're gay or bisexual!"

"Frannie, just be quiet and let me explain!"

"Fine, go ahead."

"Okay, I did get married-"

"Unbelievable-"

"Let me finish!" Quinn interrupted. "I did get married, but it's just a green card marriage. Rachel needed a green card, so she paid me to marry her."

"Quinn," Fran sighed. "Why would you do this?"

"I needed the money. I-I used up most of my savings for mom's surgery."

"You what?!" Fran exclaimed. "Quinn, you could have told me that you couldn't pay for your half. I could have pitched in more."

"No, I couldn't let you do that. You and Benjamin are saving up for your wedding."

"Quinn-"

"Frannie, it's okay. Rachel already paid me the down payment yesterday and she's paying the rest in installments," Quinn explained. "You don't have to worry."

"Quinn, what happens if immigration finds out it's only a marriage of convenience? You could go to jail!"

"Frannie, I already know the consequences. Rachel and I are doing everything we can to make sure immigration doesn't find out. We're living together and we're getting to know each other. I have everything under control."

Frannie released a sigh. "You're not a kid anymore, so I can't tell you what to do. Just be careful, okay?"

"I will," Quinn assured her older sister. "By the way, don't tell mom."

"Quinn, you're not going to tell mom?!"

"Of course not! You know how mom is, and I don't want to give her another heart attack when she hears that I'm married."

"I think you're over exaggerating."

"I'm just playing it safe. Please, don't tell mom that I'm married," Quinn pleaded.

"Okay, fine, I won't tell mom, but you're on your own if she finds out."

"Thank you, Frannie."

"You're welcome, and Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I know we don't talk as much as we used to, but just know that I'm always here for you, okay?" Frannie softly said.

Quinn smiled, "I know, Frannie. I'm here for you as well."

After the morning and afternoon shift at the Spotlight Diner, Rachel Berry was exhausted. She loved performing in front of an audience, but singing endless amount of songs requested by the diner's patrons was getting tiring. She hoped that her luck would soon change.

When she submitted her green card application, she also applied for an employment authorization. This will give her the opportunity to work while she waited for her green card. Currently, Rachel was working under the table at the Spotlight diner. Although it provided her with a source of income, being a singing waitress didn't advance her career. With the employment authorization, this will give Rachel more opportunities to look for a better paying job and audition for Broadway roles.

She finally arrived at Quinn's apartment. She took out the key that Quinn had given her, well, more like charged her $1.50. The blonde was stingy, but Rachel was willingly to put up with Quinn's tendencies until she got her green card. After all, almost every Broadway legend paid their dues, and dealing with Quinn was her dues.

Rachel unlocked the door and entered the apartment. She closed the door and removed her shoes. She walked towards the kitchen and suddenly stopped at the sight in front of her. Quinn Fabray stood before her, wearing black exercise shorts and a red sports bra.

"Hey," Quinn nonchalantly said.

"H-hi," Rachel stammered. Why was she nervous? It's not like she hasn't seen women in sports bras before. She used to go the gym with Kurt when they used to live together, and she would always see women in sports bra. It didn't bother her, so why was she getting flustered looking at Quinn?

Say something! You've been staring at her for awhile now. She'll think you're a creep!

"Did you go to the gym?" Rachel broke the silence.

"Yeah I did," Quinn replied. "I didn't have time to workout the last two weeks, so I have to make up for all the days I didn't go."

Rachel bit her bottom lip as her eyes continue to gaze at the blonde. She could see Quinn's toned legs and abs. Quinn has abs!

"You okay?" the young reporter asked as she continued to cook. "You've been silently standing there for awhile now."

"Y-yeah, I'm just, um, a little tired from work."

"Okay. I'm cooking chicken right now, but you could have some of this vegetable stir fry I made," the blonde offered.

Rachel raised her left eyebrow, "really? You're not going to charge me for eating your food."

Quinn smirked, "I already charged you. You already paid for your share for this week's groceries."

The brunette narrowed her eyes, "gee, thanks."

"You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I know."

"Ugh, do we have to continue this now?" Quinn complained as she opened her notebook.

"You have been putting this off for days now," Rachel countered. "I already filed my application for my green card. Depending on the backlog of immigration services, we're going to get the interview notice usually within a year or as fast as two months."

"A year?! Why are we preparing now?"

"You have selective hearing! I said we would get the notice as fast as two months. It's better to be prepared."

"Fine. You do have a point," Quinn gave in, "where did we leave off?"

"Before you fell asleep," Rachel began sharply while Quinn rolled her eyes, "I asked about your high school."

"I went to William McKinley High with Kurt, Santana, and Brittany."

"Brittany? She's the one with the cat, right?"

"Yes, Lord Tubbington."

"So is Lord Tubbington really under house arrest?"

Quinn shook her head, "honestly, I don't really know. Brittany has been accusing Lord Tubbington of impossible things since high school."

"Like what?" Rachel pressed.

"Reading her diary, starting pyramid scam, joining a gang…" Quinn trailed off. "They sound impossible but, Lord Tubbington can actually do chores though."

"No way," Rachel said in disbelief.

The blonde shrugged her shoulders, "if you don't want to believe me, that's fine. There's a video online, but it's really inappropriate."

"I'm afraid to ask why."

"Yeah, just don't."

"Okay, I think we should just move on," Rachel said as she looked over to her laptop. "How many siblings do you have?"

"I have one sister and her name is Frannie," Quinn answered, "you?"

"I'm an only child."

The blonde raised an eyebrow, "really?"

"Yes."

"Huh," Quinn pondered over it for a moment and bit her bottom lip. "Well, that explains everything."

"Explains what exactly?"

Quinn grinned, "it explains why you crave constant attention."

Her mouth gaped. "I do not crave constant attention."

The blonde scoffed, "you sure?"

"Okay, maybe I do like the attention I get," Rachel reluctantly admitted, "but I don't crave it all the time."

"Just the majority of the time," Quinn teased.

Rachel rewarded the blonde with a glare. "Let's just answer the next question."

"Sure."

"What's your mother's name?"

"Judy Fabray."

"Is your mother doing okay?" Rachel asked with a concerned tone.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "what?"

"When we were discussing the terms of our marriage, Kurt mentioned something about you needing the money after what happened to your mother."

"That was two weeks ago. You still remembered that?"

The blonde was surprised. From the time she has spent with Rachel, she was self-centered and thinking about herself. Now that she showed concern for her mother, maybe Rachel wasn't so full of herself all the time.

"Well, yeah," Rachel sheepishly admitted.

"She's doing fine." the blonde replied. "She had an emergency bypass surgery a couple of months ago. That's why I agreed to marry you. Her health insurance didn't cover the entire cost of the surgery, so my sister and I paid the rest."

Rachel was taken back. This was the first time that Quinn shared something personal about her family. She remembered the first time she asked about what happened to her mom. The blonde was defensive and rudely told her that it was none of her business.

"I'm sorry she went through that, but I'm glad that she's doing okay now."

"Thanks." Quinn paused for a moment. "So I know you have two dads, but have you met your birth mom?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, but I always wanted to."

"Oh."

"Don't get me wrong, I love my dads and I'm thankful for everything they have done for me," Rachel expressed, "but I always wanted to meet my birth mom. I have so many questions to ask her. So many things I want to know."

Quinn sincerely smiled, "I hope you meet her someday."

The brunette returned her smile, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Okay, next question," Rachel looked over to her laptop. "What's your father's name?"

Quinn's muscles tensed and she clenched her teeth. "I don't want to talk about my dad," the blonde sternly said.

"What?"

"I don't want to talk about my dad," Quinn hissed.

"I just need his name. I'm not asking you to tell me about him!" Rachel argued.

"No!" Quinn yelled.

"What happens if they ask me about your dad during the interview? What am I going to tell them?!" Rachel exasperated.

"I don't care what you say!"

"Well you should! I'm not the only one who's going to be affected if we fail this interview. You are too!"

"I don't want to talk about my dad! He's as good as dead to me!" She bellowed.

Rachel glared at Quinn. She was unbelievable. One moment Quinn was sincere and the next moment, she was so infuriating. She knew that Quinn wasn't in good terms with her father, but all she wanted to know was Quinn's father's name. She wasn't asking the blonde to tell her whole life story.

The brunette wanted to finish answering the questions, but that was unlikely tonight. She couldn't be in the same room as Quinn right now. Every time she looked at the blonde, she just got angry. If there was a spare room at Quinn's' apartment, she would have already stormed off and locked herself in the room. But Quinn lived in a studio apartment, so Rachel would still see Quinn no matter what. She needed to get out.

Rachel adamantly got up from the chair. "Fine! You know what Quinn, finish answering these questions yourself! I'm done for the night." She walked over to the couch and grabbed her purse and made her way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Quinn asked.

The brunette opened the door and turned her head to scowl directly at the blonde, "it doesn't concern you!" She then slammed the door shut.

Quinn closed her eyes and released a frustrated sigh, "even now, Russell, you still manage to screw up my life one way or another."

Author's Notes: Their first fight as a married "couple." How do you think they'll make up? And we meet a new character, Frannie Fabray. I read a lot of stories where Frannie is a total bitch, so I wanted to make her different. How do you like her? As always, please leave a review/comment and tell me what you think. I'll try to update as soon as possible. See you all next time!

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