Thanks for the reviews and the alerts and favs. That means a lot. To the person who asked me to make Q pretty, well she is pretty. Imagine her with glasses...she's still fucking gorgeous to me. We will see her in other things than her baggy dresses don't worry. ;) But this story is not about the girl who becomes pretty suddenly because Quinn is pretty already and she's always has been and you'll see that people knew her before she started to dress like that.
I'm posting Chapter 3&4. Review pretty please.
Quinn and Santana walk towards Quinn's car. Sam pulls up beside them in his Viper.
"The vintage look is over, Q. Haven't you been reading your Sassy?"
Quinn doesn't even bother looking over him. "Yeah, and I noticed the only part of you featured in your big Kmart spread was your elbow. Tough break."
Sam becomes red. "They're running the rest of me next month." He zooms away as Quinn yanks open the door of her Dart. Santana ties a silk scarf around her head, as if they're in a convertible.
"The people at this school are so incredibly foul." Santana looks at her. "You could always go with me. I'm sure William has some friends."
They watch Sam's car as he slows next to Rachel and Brittany as they walk toward the school bus.
"Need a ride, ladies?"
Rachel and Brittany can't get in Sam's car fast enough. He pulls away with a smile.
Santana lowers her sunglasses to watch. "That's a charming new development"
Quinn doesn't answer, but reaches over and puts a tape in the tape deck. The sounds of Joyful Punk Rock fill the car.
As they pull out, Mike crosses in front of them on his moped. Quinn has to slam the brakes to keep from hitting him.
Quinn gets angry and starts yelling. "Remove head from sphincter! Then pedal!"
Mike begins fearfully, pedaling as Quinn peels out, angry at the delay.
Noah rushes over. "You all right?" "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the shrew."
Noah eyes widen. "That's her? Rachel's step sister?"
Mike nods. "The mewling, rampalian wretch herself."
Mike putters off, leaving Noah dodging Finn's grimy, red Jeep as he sideswipes several cars on his way out of the lot.
JUDY BERRY, attractive and focused, sits in front of her computer, typing quickly. A shelf next to her holds several bodice-ripper romance novels, bearing her name.
Quinn stands behind her, reading over her shoulder as she types.
"Undulating with desire, Adrienne removes her crimson cape, revealing her creamy -"
BURT BERRY, enters through the front door, a blustery, mad scientist-type obstetrician, wearing a doctor's white jacket and carrying his black bag.
"I hope dinner's ready because I only have ten minutes before Mrs. Johnson squirts out a screamer."
He grabs the mail and rifles through it, as he bends down to kiss Judy on the cheek. "In the microwave."
Burt turns towards Quinn. "Make anyone cry today?"
"Sadly, no. But it's only four-thirty."
Rachel walks in. Quinn looks at her and ask the one thing Rachel doesn't want to be asked. "Where've you been?"
Rachel eyes Burt. "Nowhere... Hi, Daddy." She kisses him on the cheek
"Hello, precious." Burt kisses Rachel back as Quinn heads up the stairs.
"How touching."
Burt holds up a letter to Quinn. "What's this? It says Sarah Lawrence?"
Quinn snatches it away from him. "I guess I got in."
Judy looks up from her computer. "What's a synonym for throbbing?"
"Sarah Lawrence is on the other side of the country." Quinn nods. "I know."
"I thought we decided you were going to school here. At U of 0."
"You decided."
Rachel raises her hand. "Is there even a question that we want her to stay?"
Quinn gives Rachel an evil look then smiles sweetly at Burt. "Ask Rachel who drove her home."
"Swollen...turgid."
Burt turns towards Rachel, upset. "Who drove you home?"
Rachel glares at Quinn then turns to Burt. "Now don't get upset. Daddy, but there's this boy... and I think he might ask..."
"No! You're not dating until your sister starts dating. End of discussion."
"What if she never starts dating?"
Burt smiles. "Then neither will you. And I'll get to sleep at night."
"But it's not fair - she's a mutant,Daddy!"
"This from someone whose diary is devoted to favorite grooming tips?" Both girls glare at each other.
"Enough!" Burt pulls out a small tape recorder from his black bag.
"Do you know what this is?"
He hits the "play' button and shrieks of pain emanate from the tape recorder.
Quinn and Rachel in unison. "The sound of a fifteen-year-old in labor."
"This is why you're not dating until your sister does."
Rachel tries once again. "But she doesn't want to date."
"Exactly my point."
His beeper goes off and he grabs his bag again.
"Jesus! Can a man even grab a sandwich before you women start dilating?"
"Tumescent!"
Burt turns to Judy. "You're not helping."