Hiya guys! How are you? So I don't know if you've heard but unfortunately we lost an amazing person, comedian, and actor; Robin Williams. I'm hoping that he can now rest in peace, and that he has lived an amazing, unfortunately not long enough, life.
On a happier note, I'm going to be writing a new story after the mid-season finale! It's going to be an actual story, not a series of one shots like this one here. Now that I have this story to focus on, and the other one I'll be writing, also I have to finish my Hunger Games and Divergent crossover, I might not update as much.
Also, I start school really soon! So even less updates, but stick with me guys, I'll post as much as I can!
So this chapter I've got a little bit of everyone. So some people suggested Callie with the Quinn's, which I will do, but not much considering I'm not their largest fan. So this chapter we're going to see some private interactions between Brandon and Jesus, and tiny bit of Jude and Marianna, because I love these sibling relationships.
Sorry for any mistakes!
Enjoy!
SET IN BETWEEN 2X09 AND 2X10
"I'll come pick you up around 6:00, alright?" Stef asked as she dropped off Callie right by the Quinn's home. Callie had agreed to spend a day with them, despite her family member's uncertainties. "Yeah, I'll see you," Callie nodded, exiting the car.
"Okay, bye Sweets. Be careful," Stef blew her a kiss as Callie knocked onto the Quinn's door. Stef lingered a little while longer, waiting until she saw the figure of Robert open the door, greeting Callie with a wide smile, escorting her inside. Right before he closed the door, their eyes met, and Stef felt a spark of anger ignite inside of her.
"I can't believe he hasn't signed those damn papers yet," Stef sputtered, folding the clothes on the bed as Lena read through her catalogues. "He says he wants Callie happy, and he still won't sign them, what is he waiting for?"
"I don't know, I really don't," Lena admits, dropping her catalogues onto her lap, staring at her wife. "I can't keep waiting Stef, I can't. What if he doesn't-"
Stef cuts Lena off before she can finish the sentence, grasping onto her hands. "Don't say it aloud, I've been thinking about this for weeks. Why can't he be like Donald, why won't he just get over with it? Make us happy, make Callie happy."
Lena and Stef both feel heart broken. Robert hasn't done anything but invite Callie over, try to become familiar with her, which neither of them would mind if they'd just sign the papers. "What are we going to do, Stef? If he really doesn't sign the papers?"
Stef lets out a sigh, dropping herself onto the bed next to her wife, their hands clasped together tightly. "We'd fight for her."
"I know that, Stef. I've always known that, we've been fighting for her since we've wanted her to be adopted, even before that," Lena announced, leaning her head onto Stef's shoulder. "But what I meant was, how would we deal with this, all of us."
Stef shared a look with Lena. "We'll be heartbroken. But we'd get her back, I know we will. She belongs to us."
"What about the kids? How will they feel if she gets taken away?" Stef thinks about it for a few seconds, but the image is too hard to picture, it seems impossible to picture Callie with another family. Although it was hard to get an image, she got one. Marianna would never get the sister she desired, she'd be more closed off, unhappy and gloomy. Even though she hated the idea of sharing a room with Callie at first, now it almost seemed impossible.
Jesus wouldn't even question fighting. He'd be all up in the Robert's face if he could, but he can't, considering Stef and Lena wouldn't even bother letting them. He would be at every court meeting, every reunion, he'd be the most attentive when it came to big decisions, and above all he'd speak his opinion more than anyone in the room.
Brandon would be trying to keep everyone in place. When someone would miss her, he'd be there, he's always been so good at that. It was just typical of Brandon to be there for people, especially people he loves. But he'd still be broken, trying to pick up the pieces of other people's misery when he's broken himself. He'd miss Callie, she was his jamming buddy, his friend.
Jude. Oh Jude. Stef didn't even want to think about this. He'd go back to not speaking, his words only echoing throughout his head. Blocking most people out, if not, trying to see her as much as he possibly could. He wants her to be happy, but he wants them to be together.
"Stef," Lena calls, waking Stef from her thoughts. "Yes, Love?"
"We just lost our baby, I don't wanna lose another one."
After Robert closes the door, Stef can do nothing but just stare at their home, wondering if it'll ever become Callie's.
It won't.
She won't let it.
She promised.
"Let's play a game!" Insists Marianna as she sits behind Jesus and Jude who are playing video games to keep themselves entertained. "We're already playing one, are you blind," Jesus remarked, turning his body as if the remote was he himself.
"I meant with me, and Brandon, too, if he wants," Marianna explained, lying down on the couch, throwing her shoes off. "Everyone is busy today. Mama is at the doctor's, Mom is driving Callie to the Quinn's and then going shopping and Hayley is helping her dad move into his new place. So basically you guys are my only hope."
"I would've suggested you go out with Callie, but I guess she likes her other sister better than you," Jesus joked, but when he turned to see her reaction all he saw was a hurt face, and Jude with the same expression.
"I'm just joking," Jesus explained, but both Marianna and Jude still seemed a little distant. "Yeah, Marianna is right, let's play a game." With that being said, both of them smiled, and Jesus was glad he got them to forget about it that easily, or so he hoped they weren't putting on a mask.
"What game should we play?" Jude asked as Jesus went through the cabinets, looking for a board game. "Truth or dare!" Marianna insisted, screeching like a little girl.
"No!" Jesus moaned, tilting his head back. "Last time we played you dared me to ride a bike with my foot, and I ended up breaking my arm."
"Why are you always hurting Jesus?" Jude wondered aloud. "First you dislocate his shoulder, and now this?"
"I didn't dislocate his shoulder!" Marianna insisted loudly. "And, the second part was all Jesus' fault. When he was about to do it, I told him he didn't have to 'cause it looked dangerous, but the idiot did it anyway, we were like 11."
"True story," Brandon exclaimed as he came into the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of water. "I was there, I witnessed everything. The second Jesus was about to do it, I knew he'd end up with something broken."
Jude managed a laugh and Jesus gave him a small glare, but smiled afterwards, trying to prove it was just a joke. "So, I'm assuming we have to play truth or dare now?"
"Yup!" Marianna cheered, going into the cabinet to find a bottle. "Why do we need a bottle?" Asks Jude, remembering the night Chelsea, Maddie and Connor came over and they all played spin the bottle, which almost landed Jude a kiss with Connor.
"Because that way, whoever it lands on, they have to be answering the question, or acting out the dare," Explains Marianna as she drags Jude down next to her onto the floor, placing the metal bottle right in front of them. "Okay, who starts?"
Brandon, Jesus and Jude all share a glance, each of them clueless of what to do next. "I guess it'll be me," Marianna started, rolling her eyes. "Are you coming to sit here or are you going to play from the kitchen?"
"I think I like the kitchen a little more," Brandon joked, placing the glass of water onto the plate. "This way I can run away if you ask me a stupid question."
"Ha-ha, you're so funny," Marianna sputtered sarcastically, flicking her hair back. "Hurry up before I drag you." Jesus let out a dramatic sigh and waddled over towards Marianna and Jude, Brandon not far behind him. Eventually, they're all in a circle, Jesus was in front of Marianna, and Brandon was in front of Jude. Just as everyone gets settled, Marianna spins the bottle. When it lands on Brandon, she lets out smile.
"Alright Brandon, truth or dare?" Marianna asks with a devilish grin on her face, and he immediately knows she's up to something. Or his sister is just pure evil. Maybe both…. "Truth
"Ugh, why do you always have to play safe?" Jesus grunted, slouching down. "Mom's a cop," Brandon reminds him, causing Jude to start giggling.
"Whatever, you're no fun," Marianna teases. "Alright, let's see. What should Brandon admit today?"
"You know I can like, lie, right?" Brandon states, putting his brows together in confusion. "No you can't, or else you get bad luck for 7 years," Marianna says, nodding wildly, Jude tilting his head to the side slightly. "Isn't that for when you break a mirror?"
"Well, yes. But it counts for this, too. Stop being a smart ass Jude." Jude manages a small chuckle. "I can't help the fact that I'm smart," Jude smirked, causing Jesus and Brandon to grin at him.
"Yeah, someone is hanging out wayyyyyyy too much with Jesus," Marianna groaned, but Jesus just gave Jude a high five. "Yeah, I'm awesome, Jude. She's just jealous she's not your favourite anymore."
Jude laughed slightly, but nudged Marianna on the shoulder lightly. "Just to let you know, I don't have a favourite."
"Good, we don't pick favourites in this family," Brandon smiles, but then leans in. "Unless we get angry at each other, basically anyone who is on our side immediately becomes our favourite."
Jude laughs, but Marianna intrudes their amusement. "Alright, Brandon, I was about to dare you." Brandon suddenly stops laughing and then smiles. "Ah, yes. What we're you going to ask me, Marianna?" Marianna smiles and then scratches her scalp, as if she had to answer a hard question. "What's up with you and Lou? And answer honestly, remember 7 years of bad luck."
Brandon glared at Marianna, but the more he thought of it, the more confused he was. What is up with him and Lou? Brandon really did like her, but did her really like her that much? Did she even like him that much anymore? Sure, they almost kissed, and yes, Brandon did tell her he needed things to figure out that day at the Latin festival. But ever since then, he's felt the slightest bit of regret. Right now Brandon wasn't sure about Lou, but he knew one thing; Even if he really did like her, he wasn't ready for a relationship yet. Not with what happened with Dani.
"Nothing. I, umm…we're not really into each other… that way." Although he stuttered quite a bit, he was pretty sure Marianna believed him. Either that or she didn't care as much as he thought she would. Yet again, it's not like her to give up easily, especially when it comes to relationships and drama.
"Whatever. Your turn Brandon," Marianna demanded, pushing the bottle into his direction. As soon as it hit Brandon's leg, he took his hand, twisted it and watched as the bottle spun in all directions. Brandon smirks the second the top of the bottle point in Jesus' direction.
"Jesus, Jesus," Brandon sings, clapping his hands together and letting out a loud sigh of pleasure, and pure evil. "Truth, or dare. Either way you'll be stuck doing something stupid."
"Dare," Jesus insists proudly, straightening his back. "Because I'm not a scared, little B-I-T-C-H like my brother."
"Why'd you spell it out?" Marianna asks, squinting at him as if he were a complete idiot. Sometimes to Marianna, most times actually, he really was a complete idiot. "Umm, maybe because we have a young boy in the room."
"I can spell you know," Jude reminds him. "And I know what it means, I'm not that young and innocent. Besides, I've heard way too many foster parents say it in the first place to be clueless to what it is." With Jude speaking about his old foster homes, his three other siblings in the room all stare at him, looking as though he were a wounded animal.
"Please don't stare at me like that, can we just continue," Jude begs, trying to get them to stop staring. "Oh, yeah. Of course," Jesus speaks, still caught up in Jude's words. Jesus and Marianna have only been to a few foster homes, and none of them were as bad as what Callie and Jude had gotten.
"Alright, Jesus," Brandon smirks devilishly, tapping his fingers together in synchronization. "Show us your tattoo."
Jesus just stares at Brandon in complete shock, their eyes locked together, Brandon's eyes sparkling in a devilish manner, Jesus' eyes bright with confusion and shock. How'd he know? Jesus thought to himself, still not bothering to speak.
"What tattoo?" Marianna asks, staring in between Brandon and Jesus, but neither of them take their eyes off each other. "Jesus, you got a tattoo!"
"Jesus, I saw it peeking from your towel when you wrapped in around your waist to enter your room. Show us," Brandon insists, still smiling. Jesus starts boiling up with anger. Why would Brandon do this, he wasn't that much of an ass. But Jesus knew there was no escaping this, if not they'd tell Moms, and if not, they'd figure out eventually. So, Jesus reluctantly pulled his shirt over his head, the tattoo written Hayley, extremely visible to the room.
"Jesus, Moms are going to kill you!" Jude gasped, his eyes wide in shock. "Jude is right, Jesus. You're dead meat, especially that you not only tattooed something decent on your body, you wrote the name of a girl you're going break up with eventually," Marianna explained, completely dumbfounded.
"I know, I don't know what I was thinking, alright!" Jesus exclaimed, jumping out of his position from the floor, and bursting up the stairs, not looking back one time to see the expression on his sibling's faces.
Callie doesn't know what to say. All she does is make small talk as she sits the creamy, soft couch in the Quinn's family living room, next to Sophia. "Callie, would you like anything to eat, we have some carrot muffin's Sophia made, they're extremely delicious," Jill starts, beginning to stand from her position on the identical couch from across the room.
"Mom, please don't brag," Sophia giggles shyly, glancing at smiling Callie. "Well, I'm not lying," Jill bragged, a smile spreading across her face. Callie wasn't quite sure whether this smile was genuine or not. Jill was a confusing person, Callie wasn't sure how to feel towards her.
"You can bake?" Callie asked Sophia, their matching eyes meeting. "Well, sort of. I mean, I like it, but I'm not all that good," Sophia explains, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"Yes you are, Honey," Robert remarks, throwing himself into the conversation, taking a seat on the loveseat with his wife. "You just don't give yourself enough credit."
"Well, I give myself credit; for not being good," Sophia laughs, but Callie doesn't, a curiosity growing much larger in her mind. Ever since the day she had brought Jude to the Quinn's yacht, Sophia's been dropping small hints that could lead up to a situation, a big one. Depression.
Callie was confused though. How could someone with so much money, so many things, ever be unhappy? If Callie had this much, she'd use the money for so many things, things that would make her happy, things she could enjoy herself with. But if there was something Callie knew by living in foster homes all her life, it was that nothing is ever as it seems.
Most of the abusive, drunk, idiotic foster parent's she'd ever had seemed like decent people, with good money, big hearts when Bill would introduce them. But they'd usually always end up being complete assholes. If was funny how, at first, Callie would actually believe they'd be decent people, but then they'd ruin it, the idea leaving Callie's head entirely when they'd hurt them, treat them badly, do something foolish.
The thing that surprised Callie the most, was how completely oblivious Jill and Robert seemed. It was as if they hadn't heard her, as if she hadn't spoken at all. Jill just head into the kitchen to grab the muffins and Robert would sip some coffee from his mug. Poor girl, no wonder she feels this way. Callie knew why Sophia would actually speak to Callie with such aspiration, such odd desire. She was trying to find someone who would listen.
"I'm sure you're a great cook, Sophia. Give yourself credit for even being able to cook those things, most of the people in my house can't cook to save their life," Callie laughs, thinking of Jesus and Brandon, both of them practically not being able to turn the microwave on for themselves.
Sophia flashes Callie a genuine smile. Callie noticed her, she noticed her words; she noticed her insecurities. "Thanks," Sophia whispers, smiling, Callie smiling as well. Suddenly, Jill comes into the room, handing everyone a carrot muffin. "Sophia, these are great!" Callie exclaims genuinely, getting ready to take another bite.
"You really think so?" She asks, her eyebrows popping up in surprise. "Yeah, I'm serious. Where'd you learn to bake like this?"
"Well, I didn't really learn. I just went online and searched some ingredients up, but I added some twists of my own. I mean, it was kinda silly of me, but I thought of doing something different, not following the rules for once in my life. Even it was for some stupid muffins," Sophia laughs, but Callie doesn't. She just smiles and nods. "It must be good to do something rebellious, huh?" Callie giggles, Robert and Jill absorbed in their own conversation, not noticing them speaking.
"Yeah, so rebellious of me. Adding some ingredients to make muffins. Everyone must be so terrified of how dangerously rebellious I am," Sophia jokes, giggling as well. "Well, I truly am terrified. I couldn't change my mother's biscuits and gravy recipe, even if I really wanted to. I wouldn't get the courage," Callie admits and Sophia abruptly stops laughing, her eyes darting down. Callie didn't mean to make her uncomfortable by mentioning her mother, it kinda slipped.
"So um, any boys you like?" Callie asks, changing the subject so her half-sister wouldn't feel as uncomfortable. "Even though you go to an all-girls school, there's got to be someone."
"Well, umm," Sophia starts, stammering, her eyes keep darting from her parents to Callie. "Mom, Dad. Can I take Callie outside, the air conditioning is making it too cold in here."
"Sure, Honey. Have fun," Robert replied, a large smile plastered onto his face. Just as Robert finished his sentence, Sophia stood up and urged Callie to follow her. Just as they sit outside, Callie sits on a bench, Sophia facing her. "There's this one guy, at the movies. His brother works there on weekends, so he helps out. Whenever, Amy, Stella, my best friends, and I go, he's always there."
Callie manages a small laugh. "What does he look like?" Sophia just lets out a dramatic sigh. Callie wishes she could've gotten the chance to be a dramatic fourteen year old girl like her, even though she was at the care-free Olmstead's, Callie still didn't get that chance. "He's the hottest thing I've ever seen! He has pitch black hair, and piercing blue eyes. Like in the movies! He's sooooooo dreeeaaammmyyyy."
Callie lets out a large laugh. Sophia was the typical, boy crazy, teenage girl. But beyond that Callie knew there was something going on with the poor girl, her parents seem so oblivious to her needs, and Callie can't help but feel awful.
"How about I take you to the movies with me one day, and you can show him to me," Callie states, smiling. She knew Sophia needed her, so she was willing to help all she could. The smile on Sophia's face was worth asking the question, Callie is positive she's never seen the girl this happy.
"Yeah," Sophia smiles brightly. "I'd love that."
"Jude," Marianna spoke silently. Jude and Marianna were watching TV as Brandon when upstairs to speak to Jesus about the tattoo. "Were they all bad?"
"What do you mean," Jude asked, his eyes still focused on the episode of The Suite Life. Disney channel was a having a marathon of old Disney shows, and although Marianna was getting older, her childhood crush on Zack came tumbling back to her mind, and she insisted on watching it. "Your old foster homes, were they all bad?" Jude froze at Marianna's words. Memories falling into his brain like a water fall. Marianna immediately regrets asking the question, but Jude speaks anyways. "Well, they weren't all amazing. Some homes were less abusive, but they fed us much less. And some homes fed us decently, but were much more abusive."
Marianna let out a sigh, she couldn't help but feel bad for her brother. Jesus and Marianna's foster homes were much better than Callie and Jude's. "I'm sorry, Jude."
"Its fine," he smiles, shrugging slightly. "We're here now. With a family that loves us."
"With your family," Marianna reminds, smiling at her brother brightly. "You know, let's talk on a happier note. Who's your favourite sibling?"
Jude bursts out giggling slightly. "Oh come on, we all have one," Mariana states, watching the TV as Zack flirts with Maddie. "Oh really, who's yours then?"
"You," Marianna laughs. "And Callie. Brandon and Jesus suck." Jude and Marianna start laughing slightly. "I'm just joking. You're all awesome, but all annoying as well."
"Aw, thanks, Mari," Jude sighs sarcastically. "You really are hanging out with Jesus wayyyy too much!"
As Marianna and Jude spoke downstairs, Brandon sat on the floor by Jesus' bed. Jesus just lying on his back, scrolling through his phone. "Look, I know it was a mistake to tattoo Hayley's name on my body, alright?"
Brandon just looks up to him, smiling slightly. "Mistake doesn't even begin to describe it. Mom and Mama are going to be so angry at you."
"Yeah, I know," Jesus states, closing his eyes. "And they're going to ground you until college."
"Yeah, I know, Brandon."
"And they're probably not going to make you date any girl ever, not let you go out besides school and not let you do anything fun for a long time," Brandon continues. "Your point?" Jesus asks, getting annoyed by his brother's lecture.
"My point is," Brandon starts, sitting himself on the edge of Jesus' bed. "I'm on your side. Even though Mom's are going to be so pissed off at you, I'll be on your side."
"Why?" Jesus asks, completely confused. The last time Brandon had stood up for him in a situation, was when Jesus was 11 and Brandon was 12, and they were playing Xbox. Jesus got so angry at Brandon he ended up breaking the television by smashing his stupid remote into the TV. But Brandon stood next to him, taking blame as well, explaining how they both threw the remote into the TV accidentally, to make his brother feel better.
"'Cause you're my brother. That's what I have to do, stand with you," Brandon explains patting his shoulder lightly, Jesus smiling at him slightly.
"Not necessarily," Jesus explains, trying to get Brandon out of this mess, he didn't want his brother involved in something that wasn't his responsibility. "Yes, necessarily," Brandon insists, smiling brightly.
"What are you even going to tell them?" Jesus asks his brother, wondering what he could possibly say to make their moms to make them believe he was a part of this shitty idea. "That Hayley only believed you wanted her for sex, so I told you to do something permanent to prove your love, and you did this."
Jesus smiles at how Brandon would actually do something so stupid for him. "You're an idiot," Jesus remarks, but then smirks. "But you're the best idiot."
"Thanks," Brandon chuckles, but then goes back into reality. "I hope you know Mom is going to be so much angrier because it's Hayley's name. She prefers Emma, you know."
"Yeah, yeah I know," Jesus states. "Let's just hope I marry a girl named Hayley one day so I don't have to get this stupid tattoo removed, apparently it hurts like crap."
"Thanks for having me," Callie smiles at the Quinn's by the door, noticing Stef's car. "I had a great time." Callie looks towards Sophia who is smiling at her brightly. She was slowly starting to like Sophia more and more. Hopefully they could still keep in touch after the adoption.
"The pleasure is ours, Callie," Robert says, reaching out to hug her. Callie takes he hug by surprise, but she hugs back awkwardly. The second Robert pulls away Sophia takes his place. Callie isn't as reluctant when it comes to this hug, so she leans in, her arms wrapping tightly around the girl.
"So, we're still going to see that movie, right?" Sophia asked, hope shining brightly in her eyes. But behind that there was a hint of fear. Fear that Callie would've changed her mind, decided she wasn't worth it.
"Of course." Sophia never realized how two words could make her feel such relief, such a release. Someone cared. Someone actually cared. "Alright, bye, Callie! Thanks for coming," Sophia calls out as Callie leaves the house and heads straight into Stef's car.
"Hi, Baby!" Stef says, reaching out to hug her. Of all the hugs she's had tonight, this was by far her favourite. "Hi."
"How was it?" Stef asked, still not letting go of Callie, Callie still latching onto her. "It was great, I really like them." Stef could swear her heart almost broke, but Callie's next words brought the pieces straight back into place. "But, they're not you guys, you know that right?"
"Of course, Baby," Stef says, still holding onto Callie with all force. "I love you guys, I just want you to know that," Callie states, her head leaning onto Stef's shoulder.
"I love you, too," Stef murmurs, kissing her daughter's temple. "Ready to go home, Love?"
Callie looked back at the Quinn's home. It was truly gorgeous, it was also very large. But it wasn't hers. Right now, she really did want to go home. She was looking forward to Lena's delicious food, Marianna and Jesus' annoying bickering, Brandon's smart talk and Jude's excited voice about how much fun his day was.
"Yeah, Mom," Callie started.
"I wanna go home."
NEXT CHAPTER will have 2 connections (longer ones) WHO DO YOU WANT A CONNECTION WITH?
Part 1:
Brandon and Lena or Callie and Lena.
Part 2:
Jude and Stef or Marianna and Stef.
Alright, sorry the connections were kinda short but I wrote this at 1 AM so I apologize!