A.N: It's been ridiculously long, I get it. Sorry. This is chapter four, I know what has been happening in the American glee and in my story Finn hasn't proposed. I'm ignoring all that is happening and going to happen for my story.
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Quinn was almost used to living with her mother. It wasn't like when her farther was involved. When he was around everyone lived in a constant, all-consuming fear.
Judy was a traditionalist; she spent a lot of her time at tennis club, knitting and helping out at the church. Even after her problems with her husband she didn't change, going to church every Sunday and trying to convince her daughter to attend with her. She wanted to be the best mother she could be after what had happened over the past couple of years, that didn't mean however that Quinn was allowed to slack, not do her chores or mix with the wrong crowd. No, she wasn't going to let her reputation go into free fall.
When her daughter came in looking flustered one afternoon, she couldn't just let her go into her bedroom! Don't be ridiculous. "Quinnie, Come over here and help me with the dinner." She called; she wanted to get Quinn talking.
Quinn came down she didn't look angry or sad; to think about it she wasn't showing any particular emotion at all "I've got a lot of homework." She said not meeting her mother's eye.
"Come on! I'm sure you can make some time to help." Her mother said sternly raising a quizzing eyebrow. Quinn resigned herself to the fact she wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon putting her school bag on the chair next to the door. She started washing her hands. Her mother passed her a chopping board and some carrots and as implied she started chopping, no real interest in her eyes. "How was your day?" asked her mother when Quinn showed no sign of starting a conversation.
"Okay, a little boarding." Quinn replied flatly, the sharp noise of the knife hitting the wooden board echoing around the room.
"What did you do in Glee Club?" asked her mother "You seemed awfully rushed when you came in, I was worried." A blush crept up on Quinn's face, if her mother even had an idea of what had happened with her and Rachel that day, and the feelings she felt towards the girl – she would have been kicked out without a second glance.
"Oh, just the usual, singing… Though Rachel took the most of the spot light." She laughed lightly. She had never told her Mother about her new friendship with Rachel – she told herself that it was because it never came up but it wasn't really like that… not at all.
"There all like that." Her mother said washing the lettuce in the sink and shaking it out.
"Who are?" Quinn stopped chopping.
"The Jews." She said matter-of-factly, Quinn's jaw dropped "And the gays." Quinn was expecting her to continue or say it was some kind of joke but the woman seemed more invested on knife handles.
"Rachel's not gay." Quinn spluttered fear rising to her cheeks again.
"Both her fathers are – what do you expect them to do? Raise her like a normal child? It's disgusting." She shook her head. Quinn didn't pretend she was surprised at her mother's blatant racism and homophobia but she felt the urge to punch the woman. Luckily she managed to stop herself.
"I really have to be getting on with my homework." She said putting the knife down and smiling falsely.
"Okay, whatever you need sweaty." She said, only half listening. Quinn took her bag, going up to her bedroom. She wanted to scream, cry and shout all at the same time.
What had happened with Rachel was so weird; she didn't even know why it happened. Over the weeks they had been friends Quinn couldn't deny that she had slowly been noticing her assets. She couldn't deny letting her eyes wonder further than was socially acceptable at times and a few nights ago she had had a dream, a dream that thinking about made her blush.
She didn't get it, and what had happened only half an hour ago was so different, so distinct that she ran. She had to get away from Rachel. She ran home, but her house was so close to the school it didn't really clear her mind.
She lied down on her bed, hitting her head repeatedly into her pillow. Something told her that tomorrow would not be a good day.
Rachel awoke in the morning and groaned, it felt like she had only slept five minutes all night. She idly wondered what would happen if she pretended to be sick but knew it wasn't the right thing to do and reluctantly rolled out of her warm bed.
She skipped her normal morning ritual, the elliptical could wait. She un-dressed quickly and got under her shower letting the hot water run through her hair and down her body for a while before starting to wash herself. The process took about quarter of an hour, she then blow-dried and straitened her hair, dressed and put on her make up. Even after all the primping, she still looked sickly tired. She applied vast amounts of concealer under her lifeless eyes, though it was a hopeless case.
When she got down stairs she was greeted by her two fathers, they were both morning people making hot pots of coffee and buttery pieces of toast. Rachel got a bowl and made herself some cereal "Morning Sunshine!" her farther laughed patting her on the shoulder.
"Morning." She replied smiling weekly.
"How are you then?" he beamed pouring himself a steaming cup of tea "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, not badly." She lied faintly placing her spoon into her bowl and started to eat the food that she realised instantly she no longer wanted.
"Good. Are you driving yourself home?" he questioned.
"Yeah, I guess." She said, and then felt sorry for her farther who was clearly doing his best; she kissed him on the cheek "What time are you getting home?"
"It's going to be a late one for me and Leroy I'm afraid." He admitted and she just smiled and nodded grabbing her keys.
"Gotta go." She said leaving the room. She walked up to her car thinking about how awkward today would be, not just with Quinn but Finn too.
When she got to school, he ended up being the first person she saw. He was sitting in his car head banging to the music on his IPod. When he saw Rachel he waved and got out of his car "Rach I need to talk to you." He said.
They made small talk for a while, talking about the weather and Glee Club. Then he broke up with her. He told her it was because they wanted very different things. He wanted to stay in Lima and Rachel wanted to go to Broadway, be a big star.
She knew that that wasn't true though, yes, they had different dreams but Rachel could tell it was because of what had happened that night. They hugged, smiled and before she knew it she was in her first lesson.
Santana sat behind her, leaning forward she asked "Is it true?"
Rachel sighed "It annoys me yes fails to surprise me that you know already, and may I ask how?"
Santana laughed "Me and Britt were getting our mack on," she winked "I heard from her car." Rachel mentally cursed for not guessing car painted the ridiculous shade of pink would belong to Brittany.
"Yes, it's true." Rachel sighed, she knew she would have to get used to it, people would be asking a lot "And do me a favor, when you gossip about me later on today, make sure you inform them it isn't just a rumor so that they don't have to keep coming to me for confirmation."
"Suit yourself." She snarled and Rachel just smiled.
She didn't see Quinn for most of the day and it became apparent buy lunch time that the blonde was avoiding her. When she got to her final lesson, US history a class that not only they shared but sat next to each other she saw the blonde breeze in a few minutes after she'd sat down. When she came close Rachel was refreshed with the scent of her perfume making her stupidly happy and giving her tummy the usual back flip she associated with the girl.
"Hey." She said, not reaching Rachel's eye "Can you come and see me, at the end of the day? In the auditorium?"
Rachel felt crazy amounts of butterflies and nodded "Sure." The lesson went quickly, they were mostly taking notes while there teacher droned on. Rachel couldn't stop herself from looking over at Quinn's, and feeling herself go week seeing the neat writing in pink pen and the little love hearts drawn in the margin.
A.N: I didn't really know how to end this but thought that was okay. Any other ideas for a summery? I'm pretty desperate!
A.N: I didn't really know how to end this but thought that was okay. Any other ideas for a summery? I'm pretty desperate!