AN: This one right here? It's weird. I'm warning you it is like crack ahoy! It's rushed and warped with an abrupt ending but this prompt was too good to ignore. Try not to take it seriously. Now, update time: I'm also working on a prompt from Duffster21 and the next part of Take Me Home (it's turning out...long and wacky.)
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My Blue Heaven
Written by Becks Rylynn
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Title: wayward daughter
Prompt: Glee/SPN; Quinn Fabray is Lila Bray Winchester
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Drama
Words: 3,557
Notes: So, this is AU. Obviously. For the purpose of this story, Quinn never got pregnant and nothing much is known about her home life.
Her birth name is Lila Bray Winchester.
Not Quinn, not Lucy, and there is certainly no Fabray in her (thank God. The Fabray's aren't very nice people, you know.) She has never been Quinn Fabray, daughter of Judy and Russell Fabray. She is, and always will be, Lila Bray Winchester, daughter of Ruby and Dean Winchester.
Ssshh, don't tell anyone.
She was fifteen when she and her brother were sent away for their own protection.
She doesn't know much, she was never told that much, but the gist of it seems to be that something big and bad came after her and Connor, so they were sent away. She refuses to believe her parents knew their children would have to be gone for this long. It's been two and a half years. She doesn't want to think they knew she would have to be someone else for this long. It's been two and a half years since she was Bray, since she had the perfect parents and the perfect life; it's been over a year since she even saw her brother.
For two and a half years, she has been Quinn Fabray. That's a very long time to pretend. Sometime during those two and a half years, pretending started to become just...life. She's Quinn she can't remember who Lila Bray Winchester is. Was.
The Fabray's are old friends of her grandfather's. Russell is an ex-marine turned hunter who agreed to take Bray in and keep her safe. He and Judy only had room for one child, so Connor was sent off somewhere else. Last time she saw him, he was living with some old friends of Mom's in Virginia.
Becoming Quinn wasn't a gradual thing. It happened quite suddenly, actually. She created Quinn for a reason, you see. See, Bray? She missed her parents terribly and cried herself to sleep at night because she felt like a horrible big sister for letting her brother get taken away from her. But Quinn Fabray? Quinn Fabray didn't need her parents or a sibling. Quinn Fabray only needed herself. ...And maybe a tiara 'cause Bray's always wondered what it would feel like to be prom queen. (What? Don't judge her for that. It's a perfectly natural thought process for a teenage girl.)
She mapped out Quinn Fabray, forged a paper trail back to Lucy Caboosey (which, she admits, was possibly a tad crude but she really only wanted to see if she could do it and hey, anyone could see that picture was totally - and kinda badly - photoshopped), and became someone else overnight. She got a new Quinn wardrobe, told Judy and Russell it was part of her cover, and locked Bray away somewhere in the back of her mind.
Quinn Fabray is the sort of girl Lila Bray would want to punch in the throat. She's the sort of girl Bray's parents would be extremely disappointed in and Bray's brother would make fun of. Those are the cold hard facts. But Quinn Fabray (aka The Mask Lila Bray Uses to Protect Herself from Hurt) doesn't hurt like Lila Bray does so that makes her superior.
(Quinn Fabray is also cold and cruel and shallow, and she has pregnancy scares at sixteen because she had heard sex was supposed to make you forget (it, like...doesn't). Superior is perhaps not the word for Quinn Fabray.)
Quinn Fabray dissipates one day in glee.
She won't be missed.
On Tuesday afternoon, she's sitting in the far back of the choir room absently doodling on her notebook while the glee club waits for Mr. Schuester. (By the way, Bray would not like Mr. Schuester. He's not a very good teacher. Bray would, on the other hand, like Coach Sylvester. She'd have a weird amount of respect for the scary woman.) The chatter in the room is so noisy she doesn't hear Mr. Schue walk in until she hears him clear his throat and say, quietly, ''Quinn?''
He's using his gravely serious tone of voice so everybody shuts up and looks at him. He is good at getting them to shut their traps, she will admit that. She looks up with a half smile, capping her pen. Her smile doesn't fade when she sees the look on Mr. Schue's face. He gets that look a lot. It doesn't fade when he says, all serious and whatnot, ''there's, um, there's someone here to see you.'' It does fade, however, when she shifts her attention to the man standing beside him.
Quinn starts to fade and seep through the cracks like faded wet colors the second she sees him standing there.
He looks pretty much the same. Maybe a little tired looking, but largely the same. He's still got the same smile, he still holds himself the way he has always held himself, he's still apparently handsome enough to make Santana smirk wickedly (and yes, it still disturbs her that girls her age look at him like that), etc. He's still the same person who used to chase away her nightmares. He's still Dad.
Dad smiles at her and waggles his fingers in a half wave. ''Hey, sugar.''
She swallows hard and the pen slips from her fingers, clattering to the floor. ''...Dad?''
There's a beat of silence in which everyone stares at her, and then Santana scoffs. ''Oh, hell no. It's totally unfair you get the hot dad.''
Puck looks from her to her father, his eyebrows furrow in confusion and he repeats. ''That's your dad? I thought your dad was that dude with the nasty comb over.''
At that, Dad's lip curls in disgust. ''Fuck no, that's not her dad. I'm her dad. Lila Bray, have you been telling people Russell Fabray is your dad? Doesn't that...'' He pauses. ''...Embarrass you? The dude's a judgmental prick.''
Well, you're the one who left me with him, she wants to say. She wants to say, yeah, you're right. You're totally better than Russell. You just abandon your kids. That's way better. She would say it out loud if she could find her voice because these are the things she's been bottling up inside of her for years, but she can barely remember how to breathe let alone talk so she stays quiet.
Finn blinks. ''Who's Lila Bray?''
Okay, so is the room spinning or is it just her? Bray's not exactly sure where to go from here but Quinn has a rep to protect so she practically falls all over herself racing towards him. ''Dad,'' she grasps his arm and tries to ignore the blush creeping up her cheeks as the gaggle of Gleeks gape at her like they don't even know her. Which...they don't, really, but that's beside the point. ''Can we talk outside?''
He shrugs his shoulders, looking mildly disappointed. ''Well, I guess, but...'' He smirks at her. ''...I kinda wanted to hear you sing.''
''Dad.''
He holds his hands up in surrender and lets her push him out into the relatively safe empty hallway. Once she has regained control of her breathing and there are no longer a bunch of very dramatic singing teenagers staring at her, she narrows her eyes, puts her hands on her hips and can't decide whether or not this is Quinn or Bray taking control. ''What are you doing here?''
He frowns curiously and leans closer to her, brushing hair away from her eyes. ''Are you wearing colored contacts? Where are your mother's eyes? Your eyes aren't green. What's goin' on here?''
''Dad,'' she swats his hands away. ''I asked you a question.''
''Yes, you did. I'm waiting for your tone to change.''
''Oh, I'm sorry,'' she sneers. ''What tone would you like me to use, Daddy? Exuberant joy? Pleasantly surprised? How about my I don't care that you abandoned me voice? You still waitin' for a tone change, Dad? Well, you're gonna be waiting a long time!''
He reacts as if he has been physically assaulted. There's hurt and guilt shining brightly in his eyes and Bray might feel a small smidge of regret, but Quinn, the HBIC, does not. Dad folds his arms over his chest and gives her the exact same look he gave her when she was twelve and she tried to guilt trip him into buying her new shoes. It's not an overly impressed look. ''We didn't abandon you, Lila Bray,'' he says quietly. ''We kept you safe. It hurt like a bitch but we did it for your own good.''
''You took me away from my life!''
''What else were we supposed to do? Let you die?''
She snorts and looks away from him. ''I would've been fine.''
''We did what we had to do.'' His voice sounds ragged and tired. There are dark circles under his eyes and his lips are turned down in a sad looking frown. She has a whole bunch of bitterness all cooped up inside of her, but...she really wants to just hug her dad right now. Quinn won't let her. ...Yeah, um, this whole Quinn/Bray thing is starting to freak her out a little. She thinks she might've really fucked up her internal wiring. It's really hard to distinguish between Quinn and Bray these days. ''We called you every week,'' Dad says. ''We sent you letters, we visited as much as we could, and we ran ourselves ragged trying to end this thing so we could take you home. Seriously, look at me. I look old. And I'm not that old! It wasn't supposed to be like this but you know what, sugar? Shit storms happen.''
Her shoulders sag under the weight of Quinn and Bray, the way things used to be and the way things are now. ''What are you doing here?'' She repeats, softer this time.
''It's over now, Lila Bray,'' he says quietly, after a moment of silence. ''Everything's okay now. We wanted to know if you'd like to come home.''
She stares at him for a second, trying to determine if he's kidding or not. There is a very familiar heaviness in her chest and there's a pricking behind her eyes that she can't control. She can't come up with the words to respond to that, so she decides to run away instead. He's wrong. He's so wrong. It's been two and a half years. She's built a whole new personality to escape what they did to her by leaving. Nothing is okay. She turns on her heel and stops short when she nearly runs right into her mother.
She freezes, looks at Mom, looks back at Dad and then runs away.
That move right there? That is all Bray.
She's been in Glee possibly a little too long. She figures that out when her first instinct is to sing a song about all the ways her parents hurt her by leaving. She thinks that might be a little weird. She totally does it anyway. Hey. Dad did say he wanted to hear her sing. She gets Mr. Schue to invite them to the next Glee practice, fully intending to unleash her Winchester fury on them in the form of a song, which Rachel highly endorses.
Nothing really goes as planned when you're a Winchester.
Mom arrives before Dad and tries to talk to her. Bray ignores her and Quinn sticks her nose up in the air. Whoa. Getting confusing. She puts on her mask and surrounds herself with ice. But then Puck, fresh from his break up with Lauren, sidles up to Mom with a suggestive eyebrow waggle and introduces himself as Puckasauras.
Bray breaks her self-imposed silence. It's incredibly disturbing to see the guy you lost your virginity to hitting on your mother. She doesn't recommend ever witnessing that. ''OH MY GOD, NO!'' She pokes at his chest, pushing him away from her mother. ''No, no, no, no. You are not going to hit on my mother!''
''Highly flattering, though,'' Mom says, flicking her hair over her shoulder. ''Nice to know I've still got it.''
''Oh, you've got it, baby. Listen, Quinn - ''
''Bray,'' Mom corrects.
''Whatevs. Can you really blame me?'' Puck asks flippantly. ''I mean, those are some damn fine genes.''
Bray opens her mouth to snap at him but snaps it shut when she looks over his shoulder.
When nobody - nobody - laughs or murmurs or says anything about Puck's comment, his arrogant smirk slips and he pales drastically. ''...Your dad's right behind me, isn't he?''
In the auditorium, Dad, who is being kept away from Puck for obvious safety reasons, grins and tries to pull Mom onto his lap. She smacks him and takes a seat in between him and Mr. Schue, crossing her legs demurely. ''All right, baby girl,'' Dad says. ''Lay it on us. Let's see if you got your parents singing talent.''
Mr. Schue's eyes positively thrill at that. ''You two can sing?''
''Um,'' Bray taps the microphone on the stage. ''Mr. Schue, can you not recruit my parents for oddly overdone numbers in a high school auditorium?''
So, anyway. Her plan. Yes, right. She announces to her parents that she is going to sing this song for them and that it represents how she feels about them coming back into her life after two and a half years. The Gleeks all gasp dramatically when she says this. Dad turns around to face them and says, ''Seriously? Why don't you kids just go watch TV or something?''
Bray (so yeah, Quinn's disappearing) sings with anger. She has got a lot of anger. More than enough to spare for some silly song. She gets about halfway through Jar of Hearts with Brad backing her on the piano and then Mom pulls a face and stands abruptly. ''Whoa, whoa, whoa!'' She holds her hands up. ''Bray,'' she speaks slowly, like Bray is three years old again. ''Honey, this is a breakup song. You don't find it a little inappropriate to be singing it to us?''
''Yeah,'' Dad nods. ''It's a little creepy to sing your parents a break up song.''
''Kid,'' Mom pushes past Dad and down the steps. ''I'm going to be blunt with you, okay? Your dad and I think you're acting like a whiny little brat.''
The Gleeks gasp again.
Dad cranes his neck to look at them. ''Really? Really?''
''Oh!'' Mr. Schue leaps to his feet, trying to put himself in the middle of something that is none of his business. Again. ''With all due respect Mr. and Mrs...''
''Winchester,'' Dad supplies, putting his feet up on the chair in front of him.
''Like the rifle?''
''Yeah, actually. Wow. You blow my mind, teacher man. I have never heard that one before.''
''With all due respect,'' Mr. Schue continues, standing in between Bray, up on stage with her arms crossed, and her mother, in the audience...with her arms crossed. Not hard to see the family resemblance. ''Your daughter is trying to tell you something and you're - ''
''If she has something to say to us, she can goddamn well use her words like normal people do,'' Mom gripes. ''And by that I mean her words. Not Christina Perri's. Listen, I get it. You're pissed. You feel abandoned. That's your right. We could've been better parents these past few years. And you can be as pissed and as hurt as you want about us sending you here. It's understandable. But don't you dare stand there and act like it hurt you more than it hurt us. You think it was an easy decision for us? We gave up our children. We let other people raise you and your brother. Sending you kids away was the hardest thing we ever had to do. It killed us. But we had to do it. Don't you see that? You would've gotten hurt if you had stayed with us. You would've gotten dead.''
Cue more gasps. Dad leaps to his feet and whirls around to face the other Glee clubbers. ''It's a nice day out, kids! Why don't you go play outside? This is a family matter and you're not...Are you all eating popcorn? This isn't a fucking telenovela, children!'' He throws a look over his shoulder towards his daughter. ''Holy shit, sugar, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?''
''Language, Mr. Winchester,'' Mr. Schue reminds him. ''You're in a school building.''
''Yeah, a really fucking weird one.''
''We needed you to be safe, baby,'' Mom says softly, taking a step towards the stage. ''We needed to know you were protected. And you could've gone to Virginia. You knew you could've gone to Virginia. When you went there that summer, we all agreed you could live there if it would make you happier. I wanted you to say yes. I wanted you and your brother to be together. I wanted you to find some sort of happiness when we couldn't be there. But you chose to come to Ohio and be Quinn.''
''Speaking of this Quinn chick,'' Dad adds on, weaving around Mr. Schue. ''This girl you've created is incredibly angry and bitter and she's allowed to be because...well, because she's a teenager and teenagers are annoying as shit. But she needs parents. More than anything, she needs parents.'' He comes to stand next to Mom and their hands brush. Bray has really missed those blink-and-you-miss-it PDA moments. ''You wanna be Quinn, that's fine,'' Dad goes on. ''We'll all learn to adjust. You wanna go back to being Lila Bray, that's fine too. We will get through this as a family. But either way we're still gonna be your parents and right now your parents are telling you that you are acting like a brat. Deal with it, sister.''
''So, what's it gonna be?'' Mom asks. ''We're going to get your brother from Virginia and then we're going home. Are you in or are you out? We promise, we'll let you sulk for as long as you want. That's what teenagers do, right? Piss and moan? Feel free to do that until you turn twenty one and can go get drunk instead.''
''Also,'' Dad tacks on. ''You're a pretty awesome singer.'' He smiles proudly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. ''You probably get that from me.''
''We love you, Bray,'' Mom pleads. ''And that will never change. But you have to pick. Quinn or Bray? Who do you want to be?''
''I hate to interrupt,'' Mr. Schue says. ''But Nationals - ''
''I don't much like you, Curly,'' Dad says. ''I sort of feel like joining that legion of doom I heard the woman in the tracksuit talking about.''
There's a burst of rowdy, knee slapping laughter from Puck and Sam while Rachel, sandwiched in between them, shakes her head and buries her face in her hands.
Bray heaves a sigh into the mic.
Well, moment of truth then.
''We have Nationals coming up in New York,'' she informs her parents bluntly. ''It wouldn't be fair of me to just leave these guys hanging. But after that...'' She looks around the auditorium, up at the Gleeks, down at Mr. Schue, and then she looks at her parents. She's still full of coiled anger and hurt. But her parents are also still her whole entire world so...it doesn't really matter how pissed off she is or how long she drags this out for. It's going to end the same way. ''I'll go home and be Bray again.'' She smiles tentatively. ''I've missed her. Quinn's kind of a bitch.'' True dat.
Hesitantly, even though they have no idea what has just transpired, one of the Gleeks starts to clap. Then the others join in, sounding slightly disjointed and out of place. Dad sighs heavily and turns around to frown at them. ''Guys, seriously?'' He throws his arms out. ''None of you even know what the fuck just happened.''
''I do!'' Rachel stands, holding up a notebook with pride. ''I made notes.''
''Wait, I'm confused,'' Brittany wrinkles her nose. ''Are there two Quinns? Is she going to split in two? Why don't we keep one and the other can go back with her parents?''
''Is this like a multiple personality thing?'' Finn asks.
Kurt frowns. ''Like in Sybil?''
Dad shakes his head in what looks to be deep, deep shame. ''Jesus Christ,'' she hears him say. ''Those kids need to spend less time singing.''
At Nationals, her parents are front and center with the rest of the family she has been sorely missing.
After they win and she has been hugged tight by every member of the Glee club, she goes back to her parents in the audience. ''You did great, baby girl,'' Mom says. Then she adds on, somewhat smugly. ''And your dad totally cried.''
''I did not!'' Dad denies hotly. ''I wasn't...There was...dust and it...But I wasn't...'' He gives up and shakes his head while a small smile splays itself over his lips. ''Hi, sugar. You rocked. Are you too cool to go out for dinner with your mom and dad?''
Bray pauses a second, and then flies at her father, launching herself into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. It doesn't make up for the two and a half years Bray was locked away while Quinn ran the show.
But it's at least a start.
end
AN: ...I'm thinking I might do a companion that shows how Connor spent his two years chillin' with the Salvatore vamps in Mystic Falls.
