A/N: Got this chapter out a lot faster than I first thought so. Quinn's home summer chapter. Enjoy!
p.s. Fair warning, I'm sure there will be some who aren't going to like the new Quinn.
Sky Splitz (Quinn Fabray) If I were your parents I'd give you back.
"Wow Quinn, you are so bad!" Sarah, another Cheerio, complimented Quinn's handy work on leaving comments on the MySpace of one, Rachel Berry and her singing.
After watching Quinn post, multiple other Cheerios followed their 'Queens' lead and left comments as well.
Hi Ho Cheerio (McKenzie Hughes) Maybe your "talent" would be of better use if you used it to sing at a deaf person home, but it's okay, they won't suffer.
Red Hot Cheer (Santana Lopez) Get sterilized, like seriously.
"This is too great Quinn." Another Cheerio added as the comments flowed in and filled Rachel's page like continuous junk mail on your email.
"I know right?" Quinn agreed. "Hey, what can I say? It just comes naturally when the target makes themselves this easy for, let's say, a little constructive criticism." She deviously smiled.
"Yeah, she totally needs it." Brittany started. "Last night when I saw her sing on my computer, Lord Tubbington's ears almost exploded…"
Santana glanced over towards Brittany. "Really Britts?" she asked annoyed with an eyebrow arched.
"He has very sensitive hearing." Brittany informed back.
"You know, I never noticed this before because I refuse to even make eye contact with her-" A Cheerio began before being cut off by Santana.
"Because of that humongous schnauze on her face that could turn even Medusa to stone?" she laughed and everyone joined along.
"Well I guess that too, but I was going to say that she has an incredibly manly face."
"Wow Jenna, you're so totally right. I mean, I can practically see stubble growing on her chin." Quinn commented, running her finger over the small area of her laptop screen where Rachel's picture was.
"She just earned herself a nickname." Quinn announced to the others.
"What?" the girls asked, prompting Quinn to continue.
"Stubbles!" Quinn spat and every girl broke out into a fit of laughter.
"Ooh I like that one Q, and yours just made me think of another one…. Manhands…. because those things are like meat hooks." Santana pointed out as she motioned to the hands of Rachel Berry which were currently frozen in front of her by the pause button on the video.
"Or Treasure Trail!" Brittany squealed.
"What Britt?"
"She reminds me of pirate treasure." Brittany said.
"That doesn't even make sense." Santana responded and Brittany shrugged with a smile.
"Who cares, we'll use it anyway." Quinn told them.
"Ughh, she is utterly repauling." McKenzie scoffed which caused every other girl to say the name, "Repaul!" all at once.
"Great minds do truly think alike!" Quinn announced.
'God I love girl time.' Quinn thought to herself, smiling.
"Hey!" a voice screamed, and the sound reverberated around the gymnasium and up the bleachers.
Quinn quickly shut her laptop to look down towards Coach Sylvester who was signaling for them to come down to the floor area.
"I made these extra practices to improve your floor stunts, not how to improve on how many words you can type per minute! Just because this is your summer break after cheer camp doesn't mean you can slack off because, quite frankly, the majority of you SUCK and need the extra practice, so get down here!" she screeched.
Quinn and the others immediately jumped off the bleachers and hastily made their way down to Coach Sue who clicked a stop watch as they reached her.
"That was terrible; from the top of the stands to the floor in eight seconds. That mind as well be an eternity. Next time, I better see you skipping every other stair on your way down for a better time, even if it means losing your footing and falling flat on your faces…" she yelled at the girls. "But don't fall too hard because I won't be having your ugly mug on my squad if your face turns out too hideous."
The girls stared at her without a word or any kind of movement.
"Get in formation!" Sue shouted through a bull horn. "Q, start us off." she ordered.
With a determined and confident grin, Quinn began.
Since her house wasn't too far away and it was a warm, beautiful summer day, Quinn decided to walk home from her recent mandatory summer Cheerios practice instead of her mom picking her up like she normally did.
When she reached her home, she walked up the driveway, and slowly pushed the front door open and shut it softly behind her.
"I'm home!" Quinn called, her soft voice carried through the front foyer.
"I'm in the kitchen Quinnie!" Mrs. Fabray's voice echoed back.
Quinn made her way through the dining room and into the kitchen.
"Hi sweetie. How was your practice?" Mrs. Fabray asked as she washed dishes.
"It was fine. Pretty tough I suppose but I have to make it look easy if I want to stay on as head cheerleader." Quinn answered, resting her bag on the island counter.
"That's nice honey." is all her mother said in response, which Quinn knew was the generic response her mom gives when she's attempting to multitask while talking on top of that, or one when she's just straight up not listening but has to say something anyway.
"Yep." Quinn answered back casually. "I'm going to go and put my stuff up in my room." she told her mom, picking up her duffel bag and pom-poms.
"Okay. Dinner will be ready in about an hour." Mrs. Fabray called to Quinn who was already half way up the stairs.
As she walked past the study on her way to her room, she stole a quick glance in like she normally did to say hello to her father who was always in there. The study was her dad's home within a home; he spent that many hours in there. But as she did so, she noticed that her father wasn't sitting behind the desk on his laptop, or anywhere else in the room for that matter.
"Hmmm… that's… different." Quinn noted to herself as she shrugged it off and continued to her bedroom.
After putting her stuff in her closet, Quinn returned back down to the kitchen to ask her mom where her dad had been.
"Oh, he um, he went to the market." Mrs. Fabray told her daughter, of course, it was a lie. Her husband had actually gone to the local Volkswagen dealership to pick out a car for Quinn. Her 16th birthday was coming up soon and Mr. Fabray had wanted to surprise his daughter with her first car.
She would be able to drive it to her Chastity Ball and he would be the proudest father alive. He thought that he might have been rushing the celibacy process a little but he felt he needed to ever since Quinn got her first boyfriend.
It wasn't that he didn't like Finn; he actually thought Finn was a very decent and upstanding young man, but he had been a young man once too, and even as Christian as he was raised, he knew boys would eventually only want one thing.
Air go, the Chastity Ball. He had risen both of his daughters as wholesome, respectable, and chaste Christian girls. His first born, Frannie, had recently gotten married and had taken her vows at her own Chastity Gala to heart and waited until marriage.
These were the beliefs he would instill in his youngest, his little Quinnie.
"But the fridge and cabinets are already completely full." Quinn noticed as she let her mother know.
"Well he had to pick up something for his coworker's birthday party."
"Since when do they celebrate birthdays at the firm?" Quinn questioned suspiciously.
"Since always!" she answered in a little higher of a voice than normal. "Quinnie dear, go do your studies."
"It's summer mom." Quinn informed.
"Then do something else Quinn, you're distracting me from the dishes!" she ordered before adding a soft, "please." to the end.
"Okay." Quinn drawled slowly. "I'm going to watch TV then."
"Not more than an hour!" her mom shouted after her as she heard Quinn's retreating footsteps out of the kitchen.
'Phew… I was *this close* to letting the surprise slip out.' Mrs. Fabray thought to herself.
Quinn had only been watching Oprah's special on teen pregnancy for about twenty minutes before assuring herself something like that would be so terrible and would never happen to her, then she heard the garage door open.
Quinn sat up from the couch and walked over to the front window where she saw her dad starting to pull what she thought was the prettiest red Volkswagen beetle in the garage.
She barely slipped her second flip flop on before she was out the door.
"Dad!" she shouted as she ran to where he was in the car.
Mr. Fabray rolled down the window and said, "And I almost had it in the garage too!" He laughed as he watched his daughter's face turn into a huge smile.
Quinn knew her mom was acting weird and this totally had to have been what it was about.
"Oh my goodness daddy!" Quinn squeaked, putting on her best "daddy's little girl" act.
"I was hoping to keep this from you until tomorrow but I suppose that won't be possible now since you've seen my surprise."
Mr. Fabray stepped out of the car and pulled a big white bow, since he meant it as her birthday slash Chastity Ball gift, out from behind him and stuck it on the roof of the car.
"This was supposed to go on for tomorrow too." he told her as he smoothed the ribbon out.
By this time, Mrs. Fabray had joined her daughter and husband out in the driveway.
"I guess the cat's out of the bag!" Mrs. Fabray laughed and shrugged it off.
"I guess so." Mr. Fabray agreed. "I got it as a gift for your 16th birthday and so you could drive me to your Chastity Ball in it."
"I will." Quinn said and she ran into her father's open arms. "Thank you! Thank you so much daddy!"
"Hey, don't forget me sweetie. I was the one who told him to pick this one out." Mrs. Fabray chimed in.
"Of course mom." Quinn assured her mother as she gave her a hug too.
"Do you want to take it for a spin around the neighborhood?" her dad asked. "Of course I'll have to tag along since you don't have your license yet." Mr. Fabray added.
"Absolutely!" Quinn agreed excitedly as she slipped into the open driver's side seat and her dad joined next to her.
"Alright Quinnie, take her out nice and slow." he instructed as Quinn backed out of the driveway and began to make her way down the street.
This was by far her best summer yet; first with a car, as head cheerleader, and with the best boyfriend. Oh yeah, this school year was going to rock!
Yeah, sorry for ruining the nice Quinn that once was but I had to make her this way because it has been my goal from the beginning to only make this a prequel to the show and to tie it all in at the end, so this is Quinn turned mean for who her character is. I hope everyone enjoyed my version of how Rachel got all of her mean nicknames and how Quinn ended up with her car that we saw like once, in season 1 when Terri was a creep and was waiting in a crying Quinn's car haha. Anyway, please review and tell me how I did! Thank you soo much!