This one is from Quinn's POV to gain a little of her back story. It's pretty sucky, so apologies in advance.
The school day had come to a close about an hour earlier and Quinn Fabray was currently sitting at her desk, in the middle of marking her way through a large stack of papers. Heaving out a sigh, Quinn ran a hand through her hair in frustration. Staring down at the unmarked quizzes in front of her, she tried to focus but her attempts were futile. Her mind just wouldn't settle as thoughts of her morning English lesson ran through her mind.
Apart from her morning lesson, her day had run relatively smoothly and Quinn was beginning to enjoy working at McKinley High. It had had only been two days since she'd started, but she was feeling positive. She had quite a full teaching schedule as McKinley's student count was quite high, but the teachers and the kids in her classes had made her feel welcome.
She never planned it however, taking a job at McKinely. Newly qualified, Quinn had been applying for positions at various different schools, none of which being anywhere even near Ohio. Having grown up in Lima herself, as soon as Quinn was old enough to know what she wanted, she'd dreamed of nothing more than breaking free of the town and the close-minded people that came with it. So returning even after she'd tasted the freedom she'd once craved was an abrupt decision.
Growing up in a family that expected nothing short of excellence, Quinn had been on the honor roll all throughout highschool and when graduation came around, she was titled salutatorian. When it was time to apply for colleges, Quinn's application was impressive and many schools agreed as she was accepted into almost every school she applied to, even the school she'd set her sights on; Yale.
When graduation had passed and it was time to say her goodbyes, Quinn packed all of her belongings into her car, gave her bordering on hysterical mother a hug tight hug and a promise to call and her father a tight lipped smile and never looked back. Well, that was until about two months ago anyway.
Having had a passion for English all throughout High school, Quinn didn't need to think twice about majoring in English at Yale, much to her parents dismay. According to them, especially her father, it was a useless major that would get her nowhere. But Quinn begged to differ, and as she journeyed on through her freshman year she fell in love even more so and knew that if she was able to study and analyze literary and film masterpieces for the rest of her days, she'd be happy. There was a way for her to do so and it came to her one snowy day in New Haven as she watched one of her professors transfer their knowledge onto the class with such passion about an analysis of literature, and in turn, receive various different point of views of the very same piece, Quinn knew then and there she wanted to teach. Just the thought made her giddy, so in her sophomore year she applied for a teacher training and education program and after she graduated, she completed twelve months of a student-teaching internship that practiced supervised teaching which allowed Quinn to obtain her teaching certification from Yale. After completing necessary state mandated requirements, as of three months ago Quinn was now a fully licensed teacher.
Having been in college full time since the age of 18, by the age of 23 Quinn hadn't once been back to visit her family. School breaks came by and Quinn always seemingly had things to do, places to go and books to read. She had always told her mother the same thing, "I'll be out next holiday break, I promise", but she never followed through. Judy and Quinn still spoke regularly though, customarily every two weeks, but Quinn could never bring herself to go back to the place she grew up.
Until one day during their fortnightly chats, Quinn had told her mother that she'd finally become a fully licensed teacher and Judy had squealed in delight, demanding Quinn come home as soon as possible so they could celebrate. Quinn had tried to object, but Judy had been resilient, even using the excuse that she was all alone now and no one ever visited her, making Quinn feel like a jerk and ultimately breaking her resistance and had her telling her mother she'd be in Lima the following weekend. Darn guilt trips, they got her every time.
If she was being honest with herself, Quinn couldn't deny the guilt that rushed through her as she met her mother at the airport. She hadn't seen her mother in five years, hadn't bothered to come home and support the older women when she split with her father for a final time or even for Christmas or thanksgiving when the blonde knew that her mother would most likely be alone. She had wanted to see her mother, but Quinn didn't have the courage to return to the town that never failed to make her revert back to the self-loathing teenage self at just the thought, so she avoided it. She felt selfish and self-centered, but even despite her darkened mood; she couldn't stop the beam that matched her mother's as they greeted each other after so long. They didn't always have the greatest relationship but as time went on and as Judy slowly broke free from her ex husband's bigoted ways, they had gotten closer and Quinn was surprised at how much she'd missed her.
Quinn had planned to stay for two weeks, spending a much-needed break making it up to mother by doing all sorts of mother daughter activities with her, and much to Quinn surprise, she actually enjoyed herself. Quinn had felt as if she was getting to know her mother for the first time, as she'd never seen her mother vibrant and just happy. As Quinn watched her, she could see the smile actually reach her eyes which was something she hadn't seen in a long time.
The house in which she grew up in had changed also, with it taking on an entirely different atmosphere than the one she was used to. With her father no longer living there, it felt like an entirely different home. The air was no longer tense with the threat of an argument, but carefree and most of all it felt welcoming. Judy had redecorated as well which gave the house a more homely feel to it and Quinn couldn't help but feel like she was actually home for once.
During her time in Lima, Quinn had constantly checked her email and sent out resumes to various high schools around Connecticut. She hadn't had much luck as yet as the demand for English teachers wasn't exactly excessive, but she was still hopeful. As was Judy; who couldn't help but be boastful and proud of Quinn at any opportune moment. The older woman had demanded for Quinn to tell her all about college and her student teaching, even though she'd heard all about it on the phone and Quinn could help but feel a little uncomfortable talking so much about herself, but internally pleased nonetheless.
Over the two weeks, Judy had mentioned a couple of times that she'd been down to a few of the local high school's musical theatre productions, claiming that they were incredible and that the school had really come along way. Quinn hadn't attended McKinley High when she was younger, instead she was sent away to Carmel high, even though she didn't particularly want to. Her father had stated that everything the Fabrays' do, it has to be the best and they couldn't uphold that image if they sent any of their children to a public school.
She'd heard of McKinley high however, she even had friends from there and they didn't portray it to be that horrible. Aside from the tradition the school had of throwing slushies' in peoples faces –which wasn't really shocking considering Carmel's forte seemed to be throwing eggs at people-, the public high school would have suited Quinn just fine.
Shrugging off the mention of the school, the two weeks flew by and Quinn left Judy with a promise to come back soon to visit her, with the intent to actually go through with it this time, and flew back to New Haven. With Quinn none the wiser, watching her daughter desperately try and find a job, Judy thought she'd help her out. As Quinn went down to get groceries one evening, the older woman logged onto Quinn's computer, found her resume and sent it to the principal of the local high school. She'd seen flyers around town and in the paper about various positions being available and knew that if needed; her Quinnie would be first pick. Granted, Judy knew her intentions weren't one hundred percent pure, she was selfish in the fact that if McKinley were to offer Quinn a job then she might get her daughter to move back to Lima. She missed her, Quinn had been gone too long and Judy didn't want to stop Quinn from living her life, but she missed her daughter greatly.
Not being privy to this information until after, to say Quinn was surprised to get a call from a man named 'Principle Figgins' asking her if she could start at McKinley high as soon as possible. Quinn was flabbergasted as the man went on to say how even though it was already days into the start of the new school year, one of the schools teachers had taken his perverted ways too far by attempting feel up a student. Figgin's said his hands were tied and he had to fire him, hence the reason for him calling her up in a panicky voice practically demanding she come to the school and start straight away.
Telling him she'd call him back, Quinn rang her mother quickly to suss out what was going on. Judy had attempted to act nonchalant before caving with an excited giggle at the prospect of Quinn taking the job offer whilst explaining to her daughter that she was the one that sent her resume to the principle.
With a frazzled sigh, Quinn chewed on her lip. She knew her mother had meant well but her meddling had put Quinn in a tricky position. She had to make a decision and she had no clue what to do. On one hand, she could stay in New Haven and continue her job search, which was beginning to seem hopeless, or she could move back to Lima and take her first teaching job at the local high school. Even though she wasn't overly thrilled on the idea about going back to Lima, Quinn couldn't stop the rush of excitement that ran through her at the prospect of her first job. She'd be on her own, fully qualified and doing what she loves to do. On the other hand, she'd be back in Lima. One of the most bigoted and close-minded towns she'd ever come across. Was it worth it?
With a small smile, Quinn told Judy she'd call her back and proceeded to call Figgins' back. She was going to take the job offer, but only under the condition that it wasn't going to be long term. She'd work there for a year or two at the most, then she'd have experience under her belt for when she pursued other job positions in the place of her choice. She was happy with the plan when she finally called the principle back, notifying him that she'd take the job as soon as she could make the move from New Haven to Lima. After hanging up, Quinn called Judy to tell her she took the job, only for her right ear to be partially deafened from her mothers over excited and loud cries and happy tears.
After searching for apartments and tying up any loose ends in New Haven, Quinn packed up her belongings three weeks later, arranged for a moving van for the rest of her things and headed back to Lima. She'd managed to find a place on the outskirts of town in a nice area where the houses weren't on top of each other. Quinn arrived late on a Thursday night, and then headed into to school the next day to sort paperwork out and get herself orientated to the campus. Her weekend was then spent unpacking her life and putting some finishing touches on the lesson plans she'd been writing up with correspondence to Figgins that met the McKinley high curriculum, and then started her first day at McKinley High on Monday.
The last two months had felt like a whirlwind to the blonde, with her life changing so abruptly that it practically gave her whiplash. But she didn't regret her decision as much as she thought she would, her first couple of days at the school proving to be positive unlike the complete disaster that she was expecting.
The entire journey of how she ended up at McKinley high brings her back to the present, sitting at her desk and attempting to mark quizzes. She can't focus however as her mind keeps straying to some of previous classes.
Her first day had been going well; she'd met many fellow colleagues, most of which were extremely welcoming, her classes were going well and by the time it hit lunch time, the nerves she was feeling earlier had relatively subsided. After finally escaping her lunchtime meeting with Figgins, Quinn had rushed to her next class. After arriving and introducing herself, Quinn took the time to survey the class full of seniors and it was then she let her eyes fall onto a girl that made her do a double take.
Sitting in the middle of the classroom, a petite young woman that was wearing an unmistakable cheerleading outfit was staring at her so intensely that it made her breathing hitch slightly. Quinn was no stranger to people looking at her; in fact, as soon as she'd hit puberty she'd felt the appreciative stares of many raking her body and face. Even as she walked the halls of McKinley and addressed her classes she was subjected to many lustful gazes from several hormone driven boys and judging glances from girls. She'd learnt to ignore the attention she received in her day to day life because it simply didn't interest her, the feeling of eyes boring into her becoming nothing more than an itch at the back of her mind.
But this was different, the girl's dark eyes were so incredibly intense as they bored into her, making her falter under the scrutiny. As Quinn watched the young girl avert her eyes downward to leer at her body, Quinn couldn't look away. As she continued to address the class, the blonde eyes remained fix to the brunette.
As the young girl continued to hungrily gaze at her body, Quinn could feel her cheeks start to get warm. The young girl's gaze wasn't making her uncomfortable, but more so increasingly hot all over and Quinn could feel a blush creep up at the embarrassment at her bodies' reaction. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Quinn gained the attention of the young girl as she drew her eyes up to meet Quinn's.
The girls deep brown eyes held momentary confusion before they filled with embarrassment at being caught, making a small smile tug at the blonde's lips. With the way the young girl was staring at her Quinn had assumed she'd had absolutely no shame, but as a beautiful blush crept up the cheerleaders cheeks, it was as if she couldn't believe she'd stared so openly either.
Breaking their gaze, Quinn continued on with her lesson, going around the classroom getting each person to introduce him or herself. Rachel, who's name she later learned, sat quietly for the rest of the class, not looking up from her desk as she stared down at a piece of paper. Using this as an opportunity to get a good look at the girl, Quinn allowed her eyes to wonder. Rachel was of small stature, had long brunette locks that sat in a ponytail upon her head and her skin was a golden tan color. She wasn't what could be calletraditionally beautiful, but her full pouty lips, high cheeks bones and beautifully big brown eyes made her stunning despite her unconventional features. There was something about her that commanded attention, Quinn noted, her beauty and underlying strength made it hard to look away.
After hearing each student talk about their interests and hobbies, Quinn couldn't help but want the brunette to speak about herself, but she didn't. Instead she just spoke her name and her position as head cheerleader and left it at that. Shrugging off her curiosity for the girl as nothing more than wanting to get to know her students, the lesson ended and Quinn went about her day, with all thoughts of the girl leaving her mind.
When the next day arrived, she had the seniors first up in the morning. The lesson went by relatively uneventfully, having given the class a pop quiz, Quinn worked on lesson plans as the students worked in silence. Throughout the lesson, Quinn could feel the niggling feeling that suggested that someone was watching her. She ignored it mostly; instead moving on from her lesson plans to tackle a crossword. As she poorly attempted to complete it, a pout formed on her face as she realized that once again, she would never be a crossword master. Damn word wizzes.
It was nearing the end of the lesson when Quinn felt the press of eyes boring into her once more. Giving in, she lifted her head and was met with a pair of darkened eyes, all the while making her stomach flip. Rachel was staring at her, having obviously finished her quiz, the girl was now looking up at her with the same searching look that she wore upon her face the day before. It unnerved Quinn, the way the young girl was looking at her and as they stared at each other, Quinn couldn't ascertain why a simple look from a student could make her feel so unsettled.
Tilting her head to the side in a curious manner, Quinn stared back at the brunette. The blonde was at a loss as why the young girl felt the need to stare at her in the way she was. Did she need help with her quiz? Surely she would have raised her hand if she required assistance… Maybe I have something on my face, like toothpaste or something. Ugh, that'd teach me for running late this more. I'd stare at me too if that was the case.
As she was about to lift her hand to wipe at her face, the shrill shriek of the bell sounded signaling the end of the period and breaking the pair out of their staring match. Sighing with relief, Quinn quickly stood up to gather her belongings and reminded the class to put their quizzes on her desk.
As the class filed out of the room, Quinn was about to pack up and leave herself, but the pad of footsteps stopped her. Looking up, Quinn saw Rachel sauntering towards the front of the classroom, her hips swinging and a smirk pulling at her lips. Watching the young girl drop her quiz down on the desk, Quinn felt a pull down low in her stomach as brown eyes filled with mirth twinkled back at her.
Trailing the cheerleader's movements as the girl headed towards the door, Quinn couldn't drag her eyes away from the brunette's form as she dropped her pencil and proceeded to pick it up. Quinn's eyes had a mind of their own as they dropped from the girl's back downward as her petite form bent at the waist, reaching ever so slowly for the fallen pencil. With the way that the girl was stretching, Quinn knew that the short red skirt would ride up high enough to expose even more of the girl's legs, and the blonde also knew she should look away, but with the exclusion of her traitorous eyes, her body was frozen.
Ever so slowly, the skirt rode up higher and higher, making Quinn's wandering eyes exposed to the smooth expanse of Rachel's impossibly long legs and the curve of her plump backside. The reaction at the sight was instant for Quinn, with a surge of arousal rushing through her veins and settling low in her stomach. Feeling her pants tighten slightly, Quinn's breathe left her lips in a pant as Rachel wiggled her ass before grasping the pencil between her fingers and straightening up.
Quinn barely registered Rachel's goodbye as the younger girl left the room, leaving the blonde in a daze. She could barely think over the rush of sensations that flooded her body. Panting heavily, Quinn's eyes widened as she realized that arousal was running through her body. Arousal as a result of one her students.
Panic shot through her, cutting through the haze that clouded her mind. Rushing over to her desk, Quinn grabbed her stuff and rushed out the room. Not having a class next period, Quinn held her belongings in front of her crotch and walked quickly towards the staff toilets. Entering the bathroom, Quinn locked the door and then leaned heavily against the wall. What the hell just happened?
Quinn was bewildered as she tried to get her bearings. Placing her paperwork and pencil case on the tiled floor, Quinn stood back up and looked down. To her dismay, the straining bulge in her pants confirmed her dread. Throwing her head back against the wall, a frustrated cry left her lips. After living with the appendage for 23 years, Quinn had never experienced the level of arousal that rushed through her at the sight of another's bare legs.
For most of her teenage years and even in her twenties, Quinn had struggled with the issue of sex and sexuality. As all of her friends at Carmel high were growing up and developing crushes on boys and even engaging in sexual intercourse, Quinn had been stuck. She'd gone through puberty and the hormones had flooded her body, making her practically a hormonal teenage boy, however she was delayed in experimenting with sex and relationships. But that could be because she was for intents and purposes a girl that had a penis, which made Quinn build a wall around herself for a very long time.
When Quinn was born, she came out entirely female. She'd been born with both internal and external female reproductive organs and her birth certificate read Quinn Charlotte Fabray. Her disability, as her father would call it, came later. As the years passed, Quinn had developed into an adorable little girl, one that was the epitome of everything a girl stood for. She wore frilly dresses, played with her Barbie dolls, had gorgeous long blonde locks and would play pretend princess. She was a girl, until she wasn't.
Despite puzzling many medical professionals, Quinn continued to live her life as a girl. The emotional toll it took on her however was immense. The whole subject of Quinn's intersexuality was sore subject among the Fabray household, particularly with her father. Quinn had always been Russell's favorite, but that all changed with Quinn's recent developments; she was no longer his perfect little girl and he tried everything he could to get her back. When he wasn't outwardly expressing that eight year old was nothing more than an inconvenience to him, Russell pushed for correctional surgery. Quinn would over hear him and her mother speaking about her, with her father insisting that she get the surgery, which caused many arguments in the Fabray home.
As time wore on, so did her troubles with her body and sexuality. When Quinn went through puberty, her body filled out with curves, her breasts grew and so did the appendage in between her legs. All of her friends were growing up, becoming interested in boys, and while she was experiencing puberty and a flood of hormones, she couldn't entertain the idea of a relationship with her current condition holding her back. When Quinn looked in the mirror, she saw an aesthetically pleasing young woman looking back at her and when others looked at her, they saw the same. She was a girl; she had breasts, long hair, curves, soft skin and a gentle voice. She was primarily a girl, except for what was between her legs. For a long time she struggled to come to terms with her body and others possible perceptions of her differences.
This wasn't always she viewed herself however, especially with physical intimacy. She initially went through a lot of questioning as a youth. How could she not? She though, how could she have sex with a man, with them expecting a woman but finding something else entirely? The pursuit in itself would deceiving and she knew that if anyone ever found about her condition as well, she might just die. Well, that's what she thought as an extremely emotional teenager anyway.
As she grew older and attended college, Quinn's views differed quite drastically. For instance, she'd broken free from her father's hateful opinions of her own body and learned to live a little and not be so damn hard on herself. Also, college broke the bubble she was living in in terms of sexuality. Growing up, she was taught from her religion and instilled by her father that men and women were meant to lay with one another, no exception. She hadn't fully understood the concept of homosexuality until later on, but when she did, she was finally able to register the hate spewing from her fathers lips at the concept. She knew it stated in the bible that homosexuality was wrong, but she could never understand her father's intense hatred for it. She remembered her father spitting out things like "fucking homo's deserve to die' and, ' can't believe those faggot Berry men actually had the nerve to move here. Hope they know they're dragging themselves and their daughter straight to hell' and she'd assumed the worst, but college opened up her eyes.
She found out that while she could appreciate the male form, they didn't exactly get much of a rise out of her. Literally. Women, on the other hand, were a whole other playing field. She often found her self admiring women, much preferring their femininity. Further solidifying the fact, after many college parties where too much alcohol was consumed and Quinn let go of her fears, she had a string of one night stands. Come senior year of college, Quinn had discovered that there were many people attracted to her 'uniqueness' and with a much more sober mind, continued to have one night stands when the time called for it.
These days, Quinn isn't so bothered the need to determine relationship statuses. She's more at ease with herself than she's ever been, she doesn't let her condition limit her, with compression shorts she can wear practically whatever she wants and the fact that she has a penis doesn't bother her as much as it once did.
She could probably say the same thing for sexual arousal, having moved past the teenage stages of being constantly aroused. However, as of five minutes ago, Quinn had had the overwhelming urge to push her hands into her pants and wrap her hand around her straining erection. It was a feeling that definitely should not be occurring at school, the lust that was running through her, but as thoughts of Rachel's impeccably long legs entered her mind once more, Quinn felt like she was on fire. She really needed to stop thinking about the girl however, she was her student and it was completely immoral and not to mention illegal an- This is such a mess.
Remembering she was still in school, Quinn attempted to gather herself. She needed to calm down, take a deep breath and try to get rid of the throbbing in her crotch. Wiping Rachel from her mind, Quinn desperately thought of kittens dying, and she sighed in relief as she felt the pressure in her pants inflate.
Quinn had managed to compose herself for the rest of the day, but as she sat alone at her desk she couldn't help but over analyse every detail about her day. She was trying to deal with so many emotions that were running through her, but it was hopeless. Her day so far had practically turned her life upside down, twisting everything she knew about herself and leaving her emotionally drained.
After staring unseeingly at the quizzes in front of her for a further five minutes, Quinn gave up the attempt at marking them. She needed to pack up her things, go home, have a relaxing bath and get into her bed. Maybe with a good nights rest she'll be able to face work and this situation with a clear head instead of running on her frazzled nerves.
Packing up her belongings, Quinn couldn't stop the bitter chuckle that left her lips.
I land my first job as a teacher and I'm already getting hard ons over a student?
Just my fucking luck.