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A.N. It occurred to me late in the night that I should post a Thanksgiving chapter. So, here it is. A small drabble for you.
Quinn's first and last Thanksgiving at the Jones'!
Quinn's eyes widened as Mercedes pulled her along. She had only been dating Mercedes for a year and yeah, she's met her parents before but not the rest of her family. What if she trips, what if they don't like her hair, what if they're homophobic, or worse vegetarian?! She's not sure she could part with her bacon.
"Quinn. Will you stop shaking and get your ass over here?!" Mercedes rolls her eyes at the soccer player. She's in love with an absolute wuss.
Quinn pouts all the way up the steps to the front door. She had to put on a nice shirt and slacks for this, as opposed to her athletic joggers and sweatshirt, and if that wasn't torture enough, Rachel and Santana were going to be here too. Rachel is going to tease her every chance she gets.
Mercedes opens the front door with a flourish. Chatter can be heard all throughout the medium sized house, much to her gratefulness it doesn't stop as they enter.
"Hi, baby! Hello, Quinn." Mercedes' mom, Janet, is the first person she sees and that serves to calm her down a bit.
"Hi, Mrs. Jones." Quinn graciously accepts the warm embrace she receives. That is until she feels the telltale placating pat on her shoulder.
"What's up, Q?" Rachel smiles at her devilishly. She can see the glint of revenge in her eye. Quinn brought this on herself and she knows it.
Yes, she told Carlo Lopez that Rachel Barbra Berry had absolutely defiled his baby girl, but in her defense she thought he already knew. Surely, he had to have heard them. They were fucking loud. They did it in Rachel's bathroom once like her and Mercedes weren't sitting just behind the door. Besides, Mercedes and Santana already punished her for it. She wasn't allowed to see Mercy naked for an entire three days and Santana stole her clothes while she was showering after practice one day.
Moral of the story? Rachel Barbra Berry is an absolute asshole with a stupid middle name that's spelt wrong.
Despite it all, she begs and pleads for Rachel not to spill the beans. At the very least not in front of Mercedes' entire family.
Rachel makes her suffer all throughout the evening. She's so paranoid about Rachel that she forgets she's nervous about being around the extended family.
She stupidly thinks she's made it home safe when all the relatives head out and only Mercedes and her parents are left.
That's when Rachel chooses to strike.
"Mr. Jones? Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
Quinn's face turns bright red. She thinks she even might lose a swatch of hair out of sheer horror.
"Go ahead, child." The older man is perusing through the sports channels. His glasses perched so low on his nose, Quinn wonders why he even wears them.
"I was wondering if you could convince my parents that having sex is fine. I mean, I figured you and your lovely wife would be the perfect candidates considering you let Quinn and 'Cedes do it all the time." Rachel looks smug, Santana looks just as terrified as Mercedes, and Quinn...well she's pretty sure her dick has retreated back into her body.
The only good thing to come out of it is that Rachel is sure she won't get to see Santana naked for just as long if not longer.
Robert's voice echoes in Quinn's ears.
"You've got three seconds to run, kid."
"Daddy!" Mercedes hollered, but it was all for not.
Quinn takes all of those three seconds and then some. As she runs for her life she thinks about the ways that Rachel could lose hers in the least suspicious circumstances possible.