I hurry up and take my shower, eager to see if my parents are still my parents. I close my eyes and let the warm water wash over me. When I open them and reach for the soap, I notice the shower tiles are different. Instead of fancy, fifties style, black and white tiles, I see cool rectangular multicolored tiles consisting of different shades of blue, whites, greens, and oranges with Italian looking tiles around the border. I look around my bathroom in awe. The colors are just my style. I can only hope this is my house.

I get out the shower and go to 'my' room and look around for the first time. Oh shit! Is that Batman?! I look round the blue and white room in awe. The layered shades on the wall sort of make it look like an ocean. It's everything Mom and Dad won't let me have. My other room was nothing but pink with white borders. It always reminded me of an infected vagina.

I breathe in the essence of the room and am beyond pleased. Almost every wall has my favorite Superhero posters and Hunger Game and Harry Potter stuff. I turn around and am met with one of the greatest comic collections of all time on the wall next to a thirty-two inch flat screen and the ultimate gaming selection including a PS4 and Xbox One with a huge sound system. I admit I'm a bit of a nerd but my parents always said it was unladylike to indulge in it. Whoever my parents are now, I love them already.

I go to the closet and change into some basket ball shorts and a superman shirt before I head downstairs. I hear the laughter before I turn the corner. Definitely not my parents, they never laugh. I follow the sound and end up in a warm green and wooden kitchen. I lock eyes with sparking green and see laughter crinkling the corner of her eyes. Her tanned skin and dirty blonde hair are different from the usual orange tan and bleach blonde; I couldn't be more thankful. Her laid back appearance in sweats and a tank top make me happy that I'm not under-dressed in my own home. I guess I got the hair from her.

"Quinn, are you going to stand there all day and let your bacon get cold?" She asks. Her voice was warm and inviting instead of tight and squeaky.

"You made bacon?! I must be dreaming still. I have to taste it to see if this is real." I mumble. My mom and dad never made bacon. I'm always had to leave an hour early and stop by IHOP before school to get the fatty goodness. I rush around the cheery wood island and grab the plate off the counter and inhale deeply. I hear a booming laugh and a snicker.

"Not that you would mind anyways, I see." She finishes with a chuckle as she turns to my new dad. Well, I guess he's new. His hair is a short and trimmed brown that complements the blue green eyes. He's wearing a suit without the jacket, so I guess he's about to go to work. He sits with an empty plate and a cup of coffee in front of him while he reads the paper.

I feel more comfortable here than I've ever felt in my old house. They already seem a thousand times more accepting than my other parents. I guess I can finally be myself.

"Mmm," I hum in happiness at my bacon. I want to thanks them but I remember that I don't know their names. I put my precious down and turn to my new dad with a serious face. "Mr. Man?"

His eyebrows rose over his newspaper. "Yes, my darling sunflower?" he says in a fake English voice.

"Have you had this bacon?" I ask seriously. He looks amused but feeds into my games.

"Yes I have, made by our wonderful housekeeper." He winks and turns to my mom, "Cameron, I believe Quinn has something she wants to say." So that's her name. Cameron. I like it." Quinn?"

Mom looks at me expectantly and I look right back at her and Dad. "Well speak up Quinn; my boobs are getting longer by the second." She does the eyebrow thing too- wait. What? Longer by the- gross.

"Mother-" She arches her eyebrows and holds her hand up to stop what I have to say, effectively cutting me off.

"Mother? Is this our child, Brad?" Yes and no. I stuff my face with bacon to avoid saying anything.Dad smirks and looks back at her.

"I don't know, babe. She was a whoopsie, but I think so." They laugh at my wide eyed expression as I freeze mid bite.

"Dad!" I huff with a jaw full of bacon. I swallow thickly and turn back to Cameron. "Yes, Mother. Now as I was saying, Mother, you've made me the best bacon I've ever had in my entire life. Well, aside from Red Robin's burgers, extra bacon with a side of bacon." I smile at her, fluttering my eyelashes.

She mocks happy surprise with a hand to her chest and an open mouth smile before throwing the dish rag at me, "You talk the same shit every day, Quinn. Now kiss your father, he's got to go." She shoots Dad a pointed look and taps her wrist.

"Oh! Shit, you're right as always. David's bitching about someone messing up the reports, so I have to go to that meeting an hour." He gets up with his briefcase and kisses me on the cheek and mom on the lips with a quick slap to her butt. Yup, defiantly new parents. "Love you guys, I'll see you later, girls!" he calls while walking out the front door.

Mom and I hear it close and she takes my plate and does the dishes while I sit there awkwardly, not knowing what we normally talk about. "So, what cha gonna do today?" She asks with her back still turned. It's the weekend but it's a little too warm for it to be around Easter in Lima, Ohio.

"What's the date?"

"June, 4th. Why, you got plans?"

Summer break! Sweet! "Um, I guess I'll go swim if that's okay?" I ask hesitantly.

"Okay, just let me know what time and place."

"Cool." I get up to go back to my room when the calendar catches my eye. It's June 4th...2014?!

'That's last year! '

'But it's this year.'

'Now it is! But it was last year last night!'

'You know that this means right?'

'No?'

'It means you're talking to yourself.'

'No shit.'

'It also means that this is the summer Rachel Berry moved from Cincinnati.'