Authors Note: So it's time...we will now find out what Quentin's secret is. Some of you have actually guessed it correctly, so kudos to you! People may be a little surprised or even pissed, but I reassure you, the story will be good!

And sorry for the wait - family issues suck. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Here it comes...

Rachel Berry and the Victimizing yet Erotic Glares of Quentin Fabray
Alice Inamorata

"Quentin!"

He groaned, pulling the pillow over his head and holding it down firmly.

There were three knocks accompanied by Dahlia's little voice.

"Uncle 'Kentin! Gettup!"

How could anyone deny that cute little voice?

"Quentin, you need to get up. It's twelve in the afternoon."

Quentin pulled the pillow off of his head and turned to face the alarm clock beside his bed - it was twelve in the afternoon on the dot, but he felt the beds gravitational pull and refused to rise from it. Curling up tightly in the fresh linens, he curled into the fetal position he was so accustomed to sleeping in as a child, slowly letting his eyes fall shut once again.

That is, until Dahlia burst into his room, jumping up and down.

"Gettup!" she screamed loudly, a pleased Frannie standing in the doorway. "Gettup Uncle 'Kentin! Gettup!"

"Dahlia," Quentin groaned, pulling the covers over his head. "Please stop jumping."

"It's time for you to wake up." Frannie said, crossing her hands over her chest. Dahlia stopped jumping, looking at her mother before landing on her feet, running over and clamping her mothers leg. "We're going out shopping today."

The word 'shopping' made Quentin groan even louder. Peeling the covers off of his head and chest, he shot a glare to his sister. "Why must you do this to me?"

"Because we're having company tonight and I want you to look presentable."

"Am I not presentable?" he questioned, leaning up on his arms. "I mean, look at me."

Frannie laughed, "Okay, deflate your head first and then jump in the shower once I'm done. We're going to Old Navy."

"Ew.." Quentin murmured under his breath, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Leaning his elbows on his knees, his hands slowly pulled through the tangled tendrils. Dahlia slowly walked up, holding her stuffed Pikachu by the ear.

"Uncle 'Kentin?" she asked, her big hazel eyes looking up at him. "Can I look pretty tonight too?"

"Of course, Dah," Quentin smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and standing up. "Mommy and I will make you look pretty."

Quentin listened to his sister step in the shower as he leant against the wall outside of the room. Dahlia scampered down the stairs and entered the kitchen where Judy was preparing a plate of Vegan cupcakes for the guests that would arrive at six.

"Gamma?"

Judy smiled at her granddaughter, "Yes, baby?"

"Who's coming over tonight?"

The blonde knelt down to Dahlia's level, ruffling her hair before picking her up and setting her in her booster seat. "Miss Rachel is coming over."

A wide smile grew over Dahlia's face. "Yay!"

Judy Fabray stood at the door of the Berry residence, raising a spare hand and knocking, hoping that her one hand was enough to keep the cupcakes stable. The winter was beginning to become more relentless – icy temperatures slowly becoming detrimental and hazardous if one stayed out too long. She had to tell Dahlia before she left that she and Judy couldn't go out and build a snowman later.

Of course, the little girl caused one hell of a fuss before Frannie came downstairs.

Two seconds seemed like an eternity before a small voice inside called, "Coming!" before the door slowly opened, revealing a petite girl with brown hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Rachel?" Judy asked. Rachel stood in the doorway, raising an eyebrow and looking at the woman who was a mystery to her. Rachel saw Judy's eyes and immediately thought of Quentin.

They have the same eyes…

"Yes…are you Quentin's mother?" she asked, opening the door wider. Judy nodded and Rachel extended her arm. "Come in and sit down."

Judy noticed the warm décor of the house – warm browns and greens accentuated with black and white photos of family members. The first thing she noticed was the large collection of photos of Rachel; one being a collage with different photos of her growing up. She smiled, "Your house is beautiful."

Rachel nodded, "Thank you…" she noticed the cupcakes. "Are those for us?"

"They are, actually." Judy extended them, "And don't worry, they're vegan."

"Thank you for being so nice about it," Rachel smiled, leading Judy into the kitchen. "Some people I feel bad for. I know when we first moved here from New York, people brought us cakes and brownies unaware that we're vegan." She placed them on the counter and unwrapped them. "Well, my other father isn't."

Judy noticed the harsh tone in the way she spoke about Leroy. The young woman's eyes portrayed a history of hurt that Judy noticed, for Quentin had the same look when he talked about his father.

"And your other one is?" Judy questioned, watching the girl put two cupcakes on two separate plates. Rachel nodded.

"Yes, he is." She handed Judy a plate with a cupcake and smiled. "They smell delicious."

"Frannie had the recipe hidden away. I never made vegan cupcakes before."

"They're actually quite yummy." Rachel said, pulling off a small chunk and popping it in her mouth. She swallowed before opening her mouth again. "Would you like to speak to my father? He's upstairs right now taking care of some files."

"That would be lovely, actually." Judy smiled, following Rachel before sitting down on a couch as the girl walked up the stairs to her father.

She seems to have resentment towards her father, Judy said to herself, wringing her scarf between her fingers. Maybe I'll learn more about the matter.

"Mrs. Fabray," Judy turned her head towards the man walking down the stairs and smiled, standing up and shaking his hand. "Thank you for the cupcakes. We could do with a bit of sweetness lately." He laughed, smiling at his daughter and then Judy. "Rachel seems very fond of them."

"They aren't hard to make. I'll give you the recipe."

Hiram nodded, smiling at the woman before sitting down beside her. "Excuse the smell of the house. I'm still trying to get the beer smell out of the carpet." He tried to laugh off the matter but it was terribly executed.

"I actually didn't smell anything," Judy said, noticing Rachel sitting on the recliner on the other side of the room. She curled up perfectly in it, wrapping her legs together and opening her potions book.

Sometimes Judy forgot her son was a wizard. She's a muggle but her ex-husband was a pure blood.

Hiram coughed, "Anyways, what can I do for you?"

"Frannie and I were wondering if you and Rachel would like to come to dinner tonight?"

Hiram looked at his daughter, who refused to take her nose out of her Potions book. "I would love to," he said, keeping his eyes on his daughter. "Rachel?"

"Huh?" she looked up from her book before setting it down on her lap. "Sure…I'd love to see Dahlia."

"And Quentin." Judy pushed, winking at the young girl. She watched a blush slowly wash over her face before smiling and standing up. "It's settled then. I'll see you guys at six?"

Hiram nodded, "Six it is."

Rachel groaned immediately as Judy shut the door behind her. Hiram looked at her oddly, "What is it?"

She sighed, "Quentin and I don't see eye-to-eye, Daddy."

Hiram walked over to his daughter and pressed a soothing kiss to the top of her head, "Maybe you two can sort it out tonight then…and take a shower. We want to smell nice."

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at this pink dress!"

"Dahlia," Frannie said, kneeling down to her daughter as Quentin looked around the large store. "We're here for Quentin. Mommy will get you a pink dress another time, okay?"

Dahlia nodded sadly, running over to Quentin and taking his hand. Quentin winker at her and Dahlia smiled happily. "Sis, you don't need to do this."

"I want you to look nice…hmm…what about this?" Frannie held up a pink button down shirt that made Quentin's face go sour. "Real men wear pink, Quentin."

"Yeah, real gay men. Put it down."

Frannie shook her head, rummaging through some shirts as Quentin pulled Dahlia to other sections. As he pushed through some clearance items, Dahlia squealed and ran towards a small stand behind him.

"Dah, what are you doing?" he asked, turning his head over his shoulder. Dahlia stood up on her tip-toes, pulling an item off of the stand and running over to Quentin with it.

"Look!" She held up a dark green tie. "I like it…"

Quentin couldn't help but smile, taking the tie and holding it to his chest, "Like this?"

"Nooooooooo," Dahlia cried, taking the tie and reaching up, wrapping it loosely around his head, "Like dat!"

He laughed, taking the tie off of his head and letting it drape over his arm. "I'll get it, okay?"

Dahlia clapped, letting Quentin pick her up and hold her while resuming pushing through clearance items. Everything was nice, including a black button down plaid shirt that was something he would definitely wear, but now he was on a mission to find something that would match the dark green tie Dahlia had picked out for him.

I have nice jeans at home, he thought, pulling out a brown shirt before pulling it back. He noticed Dahlia make a face when he did that. I just need a nice shirt…

"Oh Quentin!"

"I'm going to shoot her…" Quentin hissed under his breath, hoping that Dahlia couldn't hear him. When she little girl laughed he knew he had blown it. Frannie rushed over with a bag of items that she wanted Quentin to try on. She looked at the tie in his hand.

"Are you going to get that?" she asked, smiling. "It brings out your eyes."

Quentin nodded, a slight flush rising to the surface of his skin. "Dah picked it out."

"Yeah mommy!" Dahlia cried, starting to squirm. Quentin put her down on the ground, letting the girl run over to the bag, rummaging relentlessly through the items. "Oooooo!"

"Dahlia, let's let Quentin choose." Frannie said, picking up the bag and taking her daughters hand. "Dressing room, here we come!"

Quentin had to follow – he had no choice. His older sister was buying him new clothes for some special company tonight he has no idea of.

But for some reason, he felt like the term 'good' was the exact opposite of what would happen.

"Do you care to tell me why you and Quentin don't get along?" Hiram asked, leaning on the door frame. His eyes were on his daughter who, at the moment, was running a curling iron over small sections of her hair; she was still in her night shirt, but her hair and makeup were a work in progress.

Even though her and Quentin weren't necessarily an item, she wanted to look good in hopes that he would change his mind – even though she knew it wouldn't happen.

"He did this to me," Rachel replied, pointing to the brace on her nose. The bruises were beginning to fade so now they were just an olive-yellow shade. "But it's not a concern…he's just…confusing."

"Confusing?" Hiram asked, his mouth in a straight line. He disliked anyone that hurt his precious baby girl. "Why?"

"One moment I think he…" she felt awkward speaking to her father about this, "I think he likes me, but then when he's with his friends he's a jerk."

Hiram nodded, watching Rachel comb her fingers through her curls, creating luxurious waves. "I don't know what he wants you to do."

"Well, obviously he wants to talk if he's okay with you coming over in.." Hiram looked at his watch, "Twenty minutes."

"Am I taking too long?" Rachel asked, her eyes wide with worry. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" She rushed into her room, keeping the door open behind her as she rummaged through her bra and panty drawer, pulling out a matching baby blue pair.

"Wear something nice, darling," Hiram called from the staircase. "I'll be waiting in the car."

The nicest thing Rachel could find that wasn't too dressy was a little black dress. She looked beautiful.

At the same time Rachel's heart was pounding, Quentin found himself sitting on the couch with a book in front of his face. Dahlia was pretty pleased with the choice of clothing, making sure that he was perfect enough for her Miss Rachel; she ran behind him, messing up his hair and giggling.

"Dah!" Quentin cried, putting down his book and combing his fingers through his hair, setting it back in place. "Please don't do that."

"I want you to look nice for Miss Rachel!" Dahlia cried, clapping her hands together before raising them in the air. "Miss Rachel is extra pretty!"

"Miss…Rachel?" Quentin asked slowly, his eyebrow arching in the air. "Rachel is coming over?"

"With her Daddy!" Dahlia exclaimed, "She has two daddy's!"

Quentin slowly nodded, knowing he couldn't take out the gravity of the situation on Dahlia, so the moment Frannie came downstairs, he grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her into the kitchen. He looked at her with a scowl.

"Why is she coming here?" He asked, his angry tone slipping through his teeth. "Do you not understand? Her and I we…we have history. And not a good one."

"You need to fix it." Frannie said, calmly crossing her arms over her chest. "You want to tell her. Tonight can be the night."

"In front of her father?" Quentin yelled, "Are you crazy?"

Frannie smirked, "You're crazy about her."

The doorbell rang.

"Showtime!" Judy cried from the top of the staircase.

"If you weren't crazy about her, you wouldn't even be considering telling her, Quentin." Frannie placed a hand on Quentin's shoulder as the doorbell rang once more. "Admit it."

Dahlia was jumping up and down in the living room when Frannie opened the door. From the kitchen, Quentin could see Rachel in all her glory. For once, her legs were bare – he never noticed how toned they were. She wore a little black dress that hit mid-thigh but it was balanced with a modest neckline and long sleeves. The brown locks she normally had down and limp were curled and vivacious, bounding with every motion. She smiled at Frannie, giving her a hug before allowing Dahlia to jump into her arms.

He also saw her father – Hiram – who had pale skin like him and dark rimmed glasses. He too was dressed nicely, smiled happily when shaking Frannie's hand. Christian came down the stairs and gave Hiram a hug as Rachel sat down with Dahlia.

"Miss Rachel!" Dahlia cried, picking up Quentin's book, "What's this about?"

Rachel smiled, taking the book in her hands gently before noticing the book mark and placing it in it. "Why don't you ask Quentin?" she asked, "I'm sure this is his book. I've never read The Tale of Two Cities."

"Uncle 'Kentin!" Dahlia cried, marching into the kitchen. Quentin swore to himself, rushing to the oven to make it look like he was checking on dinner. To his surprise, his mothers vegan dinner smelled quite nice. "Uncle 'Kentin!" Little Dahlia put her hands on her hips, "Tell Miss Rachel and I the story of Two Cities!"

He could hear Rachel laughing in the background with Frannie, Judy, Christian and her father – did he really have any choice?

"Alright," he sighed, taking Dahlia's hand and letting her lead back into the living room. Rachel met his gaze and smiled gently, muttering a 'hello.' "Hi there, Rachel…"

Compliment her, moron.

"You look…" he coughed, "Beautiful."

Rachel smiled, blushing, "You look quite dapper as well, Quentin…" she noticed the green tie and white button down shirt, "You're wearing your House colors."

"With all this family time, I hardly remember she's a witch." Hiram laughed, looking to Frannie and Judy. Judy laughed as well while Quentin let Dahlia sit between him and Rachel. "What House are you in, Quentin?" Hiram asked, his eyes like daggers getting ready to stab.

"Uh…" he coughed, picking up his book. "Slytherin."

Hiram nodded, "The Dark Magic House."

"It's affiliated with Dark Magic, Sir," Quentin replied, "But in reality, Slytherins are just very goal oriented. They will do whatever is necessary to achieve that goal."

"Any goals in mind?"

Quentin nodded.

"Go on."

"I want to be an Auror." He said, "Or…I want to help children with identity issues."

"Like?" Hiram asked, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms. "What do you mean by identity issues?"

"I want to help children discover themselves and be who they are." Their eyes met. "Some parents hold their children back."

Hiram nodded, "I've seen that in my line of work," he turned to Christian, "Have you seen it too?"

"I'm not in the operating room, Hiram," Christian laughed, "But I'm sure it happens."

"You're a doctor?" Quentin asked. Hiram nodded.

"I'm a child surgeon. I also do normal doctor work."

Quentin nodded. He felt Rachel's eyes on him.

Rachel sat quietly, her fingers wringing in her lap. She felt that the room was too warm for her taste, but she didn't want to wrinkle the sleeves of her dress so she kept them down.

Quentin called me 'beautiful.' That's the nicest thing he's ever said to me.

"How about we have a couple drinks while the teenagers talk?" Judy said, standing up and walking into the kitchen, "Any preference, Hiram?"

"I could do with a nice glass of wine." he replied, standing up and following Judy into the kitchen. Christian took Dahlia with him and Frannie, settling her into her booster seat.

Rachel sat in the same position fidgeting as Quentin fingered the pages of his book. She looked at him and he didn't know what to do.

"Your…" Quentin raised his head, obviously feeling awkward. "Your nose seems to be getting better."

She nodded, "Yeah, it is."

"I'm…sorry about that…" He apologized, looking into her dark brown eyes. "I truly, deeply am sorry."

"Yeah…that's what you said the time you set my hair on fire."

"I know…"

"And the time you threw my flyers in the air and burned them."

"I know…"

"And the time you put a spell on me so my skirt would come down and then I would proceed to trip and break my nose."

"Okay, having you fall and break your nose wasn't the intent," Quentin intervened, holding his hand up. Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"But showing the whole school my panties was?"

How the fuck to I respond to that?

"I-I guess so…"

I'm not even in love with the girl and she has me whipped.

"I just…don't know why you do it." Rachel said, "I know you're a good person it's just…you're scared of something."

"Yeah."

"Maybe if you told me what you're scared of, I could help you."

"Rachel, I…"

"Rachel! Quentin!"

Quentin felt his heart sink into his stomach – he groaned. "Dinner!"

Rachel smiled, standing up. "Do you know what we're eating?" She clasped her hands behind her as she walked into the kitchen, not waiting for Quentin to reply. Frannie was settling the dinner on the table when the two walked in – Rachel sitting next to Dahlia, leaving Quentin to sit next to her father.

She's fucking doing this on purpose.

"So," Hiram asked, taking a large portion of the meal that looked like tofu noodles tossed in an array of vegetables, "Why did you invite us over tonight?"

Judy smiled and looked at Frannie. "Quentin actually needed to tell Rachel something."

Quentin choked on his water, coughing loudly. Hiram slapped his back a couple times – perhaps a little too hard – before he finally stopped, his eyes tearing.

"At the dinner table?" Quentin glared.

Frannie shrugged. "You have a doctor and family here. What you want to say is normal."

"I just…don't want to do it at the dinner table." Quentin sighed, picking at his food.

Judy sighed, "Rachel, sweetie," she smiled, taking Rachel's hand, "Quentin's real name is Quinn."

Quentin felt his heart speeding up, sweat beading at his forehead as his hands began to slowly tremble. He saw Rachel's reaction out of the corner of his eye – her head tilted to the side in curiousity – he knew she didn't understand yet. Deep breaths couldn't soothe the decision he was about to make. Hell, the decision wasn't being made by him: it was being made by his fucking family.

"So you just changed your name?" Rachel questioned. Quentin heard Hiram take in a deep breath; they looked at one another.

"You're…?"

Quentin nodded.

"You look great."

"Thank you, Sir."

Rachel looked at Quentin, "What is going on?"

Quentin sighed, running his hand through his hair, taking the deepest breath he will ever take in his lifetime, "My real name was Lucy Quinn Fabray."

Rachel's eyes widened.

"I was born a girl."