Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.
Spoilers: Pre-Glee. No spoilers.
Rating: T for an adult using his authority to manipulate/bully children.

Reply to review: (chapter 9)

Boris Yeltsin: Thanks for the review. :) Quinn's Dad is abusive, yes. It was lessened when Abby was alive, but with both her and Becca out of Quinn's life, he was free to "discipline" her how he saw fit.

chloe2007: Thank you! I am glad you are enjoying it. I looove Faberry's friendship also, and I am having so much fun writing it. This chapter is 100% with Quinn/Rachel, and the following several chapters will have heavy Faberry/Faberrittana friendship in them. :)

sdmwd1115: I agree with you about Russell! He is a very hateful man. Rachel will finally get some answers in this chapter, and the story will begin to progress more after this one. :)

cxe128: Thank you for the review! I hope I was able to clear up the confusion in the message I sent you, and that this chapter, and the following ones, clear it up further. The storyline should start to make sense, beginning with this chapter and onwards. :)

Thank you to the others that reviewed! I did get 6, so as promised, here is chapter 10. I am leaving in about an hour, so I wanted to put it up now. :)

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Notes: This is what you have all been waiting for! The beginning of the answers to why the Unholy Trinity has bullied Rachel. I do hope it is believable enough, that it could actually have happened because of this.

Enjoy! :)


Friday, October 16th, 2009


*Rachel's room*

After Rachel says hello to her dad, and getting a snack for while they talk, the two head up to the Diva's bedroom. Rachel gives Quinn a moment, letting her look around as this is the first time in three years that she's been here.

She watches Quinn walk around, looking at the books on her shelf, the pictures on the wall.

She smiles as Quinn stops to look at a particular one. It's one of the four of them, at Brittany's very first dance recital, when they were all 9 years old. The taller blonde was all dressed up, with her hair in curls and a gap-toothed smile. She's surrounded by Quinn, Santana, and Rachel.

Abby was the one to take the photo. They were in the fourth grade, that time when everything was perfect. Before life took a sharp turn straight into 'Fucked-Upville'.

Finally, Quinn comes over to join Rachel on the bed. She deflates and Rachel blinks in surprise as Quinn breaks down into tears. She sighs, moving closer and wrapping Quinn in a hug.

"Quinn… LuLu, what's the matter?" She asks as Quinn buries her face in Rachel's shoulder and begins to cry. The Diva just hugs her closer, running a hand through the blonde's hair.

"I-I didn't want to do it," She cries, which only confuses Rachel more.

"You didn't want to do what?" Silence, except for more cries. "Honey, please try to calm down and talk to me. You're worrying me, Angel."

Quinn pulls back, and Rachel's heart aches at the heartbroken expression on her friend's face.

"I didn't want to do any of those things to you, Rae." She whispers, and her bottom lip trembles but she pulls it in with her teeth. "I didn't want to, but he made me."

This confuses Rachel even more.

She ducks away and stands up when Quinn tries to put her head back on her shoulder, realizing at the last second that it probably wasn't a good idea. She can see the blonde begin to panic.

"No, Rae, I'm sorry. Please, don't-don't be mad, okay? Please." Rachel shakes her head, cutting her off, and she bends down in front of the blonde.

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm not mad, Angel. I promise. But I do need to know who 'he' is. Did he threaten you?" Her heart sinks at Quinn's nod. "Okay, that's good. Can you… Can you tell me who he is? What's his name, LuLu?"

"No!" Quinn shouts, startling Rachel. "No, I can't tell you. He-he made us promise. He made us promise we'd never tell what was going on."

"Who, Quinn? Who made you promise? And who's 'us'? Are there others that are being threatened?" Quinn nods again, and Rachel wonders how things got so screwed up today.

Quinn's lip trembles. "San-Santana and B. He made us of three of us do it."

Rachel sighs. Her eyes fall closed as she tries to calm her rapidly beating heart. Quinn doesn't need her freaking out too. After a moment of silence, and her being, well…calmer, she tries again.

"LuLu, who made you? Who is 'he'?"

"I can't say. He made us promise." She leaps up then and looks even more panicked if that's even possible. "I-I have to go. I've already said too much."

She's halfway to the door before Rachel jumps up from the floor, and to in front of Quinn, to prevent her from leaving.

"No, Quinn. Please don't. Look, I don't know what's going on, or who he is, but I do know that if you leave this house I am going to be worried sick about you all weekend."

She sighs, "And I am going to be wondering what's happening to you, or if you are okay, and if I will ever see you again. Please, please, don't go. Okay?"

Quinn nods slowly, and they both make their way back to Rachel's bed. Rachel hands her some Kleenexes and one of the bottles of water. "Take a couple of sips of this, Angel. Try to calm down, okay?"

After a few moments, she says,

"Quinn, look, I know that you've said you can't tell me, and I respect that. But, you are my friend, and I cannot, in good conscience, let you leave here, either tonight or tomorrow, without knowing 100% that you are going to be safe when you do. Alright? So, I need to know who the 'he' is that you are talking about."

Quinn nods slowly. Its silence for a few moments and just as Rachel thinks she has backed out, she says, "It's my dad." Rachel's eyes widen.

"My dad is the one that made us do this, and he's the one that threatened us if we did otherwise."

The Diva nods, taking a moment to come out of her shocked state. She knew Quinn's father didn't approve of her friendship with Rachel, but she certainly did not know he disapproved that much.

A few more blinks and she opens her mouth to respond but closes it after not being able to think of a response.

Finally, after several more failed attempts, she gets out, "Alright, why don't we start from the beginning? Nice and calm, okay?"


Quinn sighs and lies back on the bed, Rachel following.

"It started the summer you went to dance camp." She begins. "About a week into you being gone, my dad sat me down and basically told me that I was to stop being your friend." She looks at Rachel sadly.

"Since Abby wasn't there anymore, and with the threat of her keeping me at her house so I could see you no longer looming over them, my dad had full rein of who I could and could not hang out with."

She sighs. "He told me there was no way I was going to end up like Rebecca. That she was enough of a disgrace to the family, and I wasn't going to cause trouble for the family, too."

Quinn notices Rachel's confused look at the mention of Rebecca, Quinn's older sister, whom she hasn't seen in nearly a whole decade, except for those random bits here and there when Abby snuck her out of town to go and visit Rebecca.

"What does your dad cutting you off from me have to do with Becca?" The Diva asks and Quinn sighs. This is just another thing she has to explain, and she really doesn't want to.

"Becca's gay, Rach…" She starts.

"I know that, LuLu," The Diva says back, rolling her eyes. She remembers vividly when Quinn and Abby came over to her house, both in tears. With her daddies speaking with Abby, and Rachel with Quinn, they eventually got out of the girls that their sister, Rebecca, came out as gay to their parents earlier that day.

Needless to say, Russell Fabray set the microwave timer for 30 minutes, – the time Becca had to pack her stuff, – and then promptly kicked her out, saying she was no longer apart of the family and not to contact him, Judy, or her sisters ever again.

"But, still. What does that have to with anything? It had been six years since anyone spoke to her when this stuff happened."

"Well, you know, when she met you, she was the one that would drop me off at your house, remember?"

"Yes, she used to always play with us in the backyard or watch movies with us that summer." Quinn sighs again.

"Exactly. And your dads were always there with us. Either watching the movie with us, or teaching us a new recipe, or just simply supervising us." Another sigh.

"When my sister came out to us, my father immediately demanded that she wasn't, that she was only "experimenting" because she had been around Papa Josiah and Papa David so much. That she… That she was only doing it because they "turned" her that way."

Silence. That's what it is after Quinn stops talking.

She glances over at Rachel. The Diva is lying flat on her back, legs bent at the knee, and arm slung over her face. She puffs out her cheeks, slowly letting out her breath.

"He told me that things were going to change. I was to longer speak to you, text or call you, or hang out with you at school. H-he said that…that I couldn't do anything. And he said that to make sure you wouldn't try and contact me, that I had to turn on you."

"My dad took my phone. He erased your number and every text or picture involving you. For those two weeks that I didn't talk to you while you were gone, he checked my phone every day, to see if I had called or texted you."

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to block out the images and memories, and feels Rachel running a soothing hand up and down her arm.

Another breath, big and deep this time, and then she continues.

"And if you texted me, then he would stand over my shoulder and tell me what to write back, and Rae, I swear I didn't mean anything I said. I promise. I just… I couldn't say anything without him watching because I didn't know how to delete the texts, and then I would get in trouble if I did text you without him there, and-and he was really, really scary, like I had never ever seen him that way before, – I mean, there were times when he'd get super mad and would yell and stuff, – but I-"

She's interrupted by Rachel's hand covering her mouth.

"LuLu," She says soothingly. "It's okay. I believe you. Alright? I believe you, and it's okay. Just… Just keep going, alright? Tell me what happened next."

Quinn nods slowly.

"Okay. Well, after a few days of that, he decided that I needed to stop altogether until you came home. By then, he realizes that if I stopped hanging out with you cold turkey then it would look suspicious. He said I could continue hanging out with you, but it was to be limited to three times a month."

"Most times, he forced me to lie to you and say that I was hanging out with Santana and Brittany. And…" Another sigh. "And that's when they became involved."

Her bottom lip trembles as she remembers the look on her best friends' faces when Russell sat them all down. He told them that they were to push away Rachel, in school and out of school. A tear slips down her face.

"They were so scared." Her voice is broken, filled with such sadness that it draws Rachel to tears herself. "He sat us down and told us we were to stop talking to you in class. He said… He said that we needed to make sure you hated us."

"H-he wanted us to call you names, to… to ignore you in the hallway, to whisper an-and point and… and make fun of you." She can't stop the tears as they roll down her cheeks. Her lip trembles again.

"Britt… she was so scared and so confused. She didn't understand why he was making us do this. And my god, Rach, every day after school, he would sit us down at the table and go one by one, making us tell him the names we called you, he made us describe in detail the look on your face when we did it."

"Santana was pissed. She couldn't understand either, but mostly she hated not being able to make Britt feel better, or to answer her questions of why we had to be so mean to you." She looks over at her friend.

"They didn't want to do it, but he was the adult, and we were just 12 year old little kids, and we were always taught to obey the adults. I mean, they tried not to do it a couple of times, but the consequences were always just…" She trails off, but Rachel understands anyway.

"Oh, LuLu…," The Diva whispers. "I am so sorry you had to go through that." A pause and Rachel looks carefully over Quinn's tear-streaked face.

"That's not all he did, is it?" She asks after a moment, and she doesn't think it was possible, but her heart sinks, even more, when Quinn shakes her head.

"No, no it's not. That was just for sixth and seventh grade. He knew were going to join the Cheerios in the eighth grade because we wanted to follow in Abby's footsteps. And he knew, from the stories that Abby told us, that the Cheerios and football players threw Slushies at the students w-who were considered geeks o-or lo-losers."

Rachel's eyes fall closed as she hears her friend's voice break.

"He-he knew that since B was such an amazing dancer, and I wasn't that far behind, then we would have been put on the 'advanced' team of Cheerios. He pulled some strings with Santana because he knew that we needed to be together for this to work."

More tears and a deep breath.

"He made sure we knew not to try and sneak around and contact you. He made sure we didn't tell you the truth about what was going on, and that San and Britt never told their parents. He made them lie, say that you were too much of a-a loser an-and that they just couldn't… hang out with you anymore."

"He made sure that we ordered at least 1 slushie each week. He made us watch, and said he would know if we didn't; that he had eyes everywhere. And we…" A sigh, and then…

"We were only 13, we… we were just kids so we didn't know… whether that was true or not, so we did. The Cheerios let us and the rest of the "new" kids on the team pick who would get slushied."

It's silent for, what seems like, forever, and Rachel reflects on everything she's just been told. She doesn't understand how Quinn's father can have so much hatred for Rachel's dads and their "kind" that he would do this to his own daughter.

She should have known they didn't mean it. Really, she should have. She should have known that the Quinn she met that day in Kindergarten was still underneath the façade of a ruthless Cheerio or of someone who suddenly had a different opinion on whether Rachel was a loser or not.

But then, she can't decide if she's thankful that she never approached them to ask why which would have risked getting them in trouble, or if she regrets not doing it, so maybe she could have stopped this before it went on for this long.

Rachel can tell that Quinn is torn between continuing on or letting that be the end of it. And she decides to choose for her, they've talked for a while, it is well after four in the afternoon, and they could use a break.

"All right, LuLu, why don't we take a break for a little bit, huh? Get some water, a snack, and just hang out for a bit."

Quinn agrees and the two ventures downstairs where they make cookies, and just… have fun. They need it after everything they've just discussed.


And there it is. Russell Fabray is the reason for everything that has been going on. What did you think? Was it believably enough for this to be why? More details will come soon, when the girls tell their parents about everything.

To clarify, the ignoring Rachel started in the summer between the fifth and sixth grades. Then the bullying was in sixth and seventh grades, while Rachel being slushied began in eighth grade, continued last year (ninth), and so far this year (tenth).

Please review and let me know what you thought. I would love to know what you are thinking about the story so far. :) Next chapter will be up in a couple of weeks, probably closer to the end of September.