Faithfully
A/N: Glad you guys enjoyed the reunion between a mother and daughter, I found it really hard to write that scene, just because I wanted to get the reactions down really well, and you guys say I did a good job, so thank you!
Anyways, we meet some old, ahem, friends in this chapter. You might hate it…I don't know. Lol. Also, we've got maybe four more chapters to go, I think…real sad. But it's not over, just yet.
BTW: This chapter is named after Demi Lovato's beautiful ballad, "For the Love of a Daughter", this song fits Quinn perfectly.
Disclaimer: I think the characters would have way better storylines if I owned it, don't you think? Lol.
Chapter 16
Walking down a road that was vaguely familiar to her, Quinn couldn't even register her footsteps pounding against the pavement. She didn't register the sounds of the heels of her boots clicking against the concrete, she didn't even register the sight of the direction she was headed.
She saw a sun in the distance, she knew her destination. But she didn't register exactly the severe amount of walking she was doing.
Her destination, both in a literal and physical sense, was one she hadn't been to in a while.
Or rather, it was a destination she never thought she would be able to take a journey to. She wasn't going to her parent's house for them, or for Rachel, or for anyone else, she was going for herself. She was going so that she could find the answers to the mistakes that eventually affected and ruined her entire life.
She wanted to be able to stop blaming them, she wanted to be able to go forward and not have Judy and Russell Fabray on her shoulders.
If she could have it her way, she wouldn't be a Fabray at all.
There was nothing but shame hidden in the syllables, underneath the intense royalty and cocky pride that lied in the tones of the last name.
She was nothing but a product of them, nothing more and nothing less.
And the moment that things did not go as planned, the moment that they did not create an offspring that was absolutely identical to their plans of success, and Bible belt Christian like ways, it was out with them.
Frannie moved, got married, had kids, and never looked back. But it didn't matter, because she was the favorite, it didn't matter if she looked back or not because she followed the unspoken rule, she followed the Fabray direction, she made no plans or moves to do anything different or unusual. She did everything right.
Quinn was nothing but a problem, and she was too much of an alpha female for her father. She refused to bow down completely to him, she would never give him full submission, and she would never be who he wanted her to be.
And she had made an ass of herself trying.
She wasted so many years on being the perfect everything for them, that she missed out on being who she truly wanted to be.
She missed out on being just Quinn.
She was too busy being Quinn Rosalie Fabray, daughter of Judy and Russell.
Too busy being a Fabray, too busy being anything other than what was destined for her, and they tried to make her believe that she couldn't change her destiny. She was too busy being swept up in the fact that she had no other destiny, but to be the product of Judy and Russell Fabray.
And maybe, she was still being swept away and up in the reality that she was only a product of Judy and Russell Fabray, and that destiny was distracting her from the actual destiny.
It was time to move on.
The footsteps echoed louder in her ears, and she realized that she was walking in a swirl line of direction, thoughts consuming her movements, taking her to a place of the unknown, and maybe she needed to pay attention to where she was going.
She wished she didn't have to.
It was starting to feel like a bad idea, leaving her wonderfully understanding and rock of a girlfriend in her childhood bed, without a notice or without a clue of what was happening.
But she just couldn't fathom, she just couldn't bring herself to subject the light of everything that she had worked through her problems for, she couldn't bring herself to subject Rachel, to what was hiding beneath her skin. She couldn't bring herself to even attempt it.
The things her father were capable of doing, the words that he had embedded in her from a young age about her, about her father's still reigned fresh inside of her brain and she couldn't bring herself to subject her to it.
She had done enough insulting of the girl in her days, she had done enough life ruining in her span of knowing her as a high schooler, managing to exemplify the hatred that her father had through her own self, masking her love…masking her true feelings underneath.
She didn't think that she would be able to handle having that beautiful creature, the person that opened her heart to even touch the scars that were left within her there to witness it all, there to see the utter shit that her life was, she didn't want her to know just how disgusted she was with her life. And she didn't want Rachel to see the absolute hatred her father would no doubt display towards his youngest daughter, and by default…her girlfriend.
She had left all of it behind and now opening this fresh wound, peeling the bandage from the place it had been covering was bad enough, pulling the brunette into the mix of the turmoil that she was throwing herself purposely into was absolutely dreadful.
She knew that the girl would be angry with her and she knew that she would want to be there to help, to take care of her.
But she couldn't let her this time. And maybe it was the Fabray pride that she had been trying to shake most of, maybe it was the alpha that clashed with Russell Fabray that was telling her that she needed to do this alone, or maybe it was the challenge in Santana's voice, telling her that she had a faithful and loving girlfriend, maybe it was the card of the psychiatrist that was sitting heavy in her pocket, maybe it was just her…whatever the case, she was finally going to stop being full of shit.
She was going to face her parents, her father alone.
The sidewalks were blurring. The houses turning more expensive as she walked and she could briefly feel a small sheen of sweat form on her brow from the heat, it had been a while since she had quietly tip toed out of the Berry residence, refraining from waking the brunette and her fathers, maybe it had been thirty minutes? She didn't know, it felt like days. It felt like weeks.
The slow thumping in her heart alerted her of the fact that her nerves were calmer than she expected, it was an unusual thing.
She remembers the days of facing her father and her heart beating fast in her chest as if she was facing god himself, as if she was going to her judgment day. She remembers knowing what type of confrontation she was going to embark on depending on the tone of his voice.
He fucked her up, they fucked her up.
She would never be able to truly shake the things her parents had implemented in her from her childhood, age was truly nothing but a number. And she was nothing that they had ever dreamed of her being. Maybe it would have been different if her mother stayed single, maybe things would have turned out different if she would have realized much sooner that she was only a ploy in their perfect Christian joke of a family, and nothing else. Maybe.
She was so tough, leaving Ohio and saying goodbye to her parents without a second glance, and maybe she was tough because she hadn't spoken to them in years, or told them of any details in her life, but she still had some work to do.
The wounds still ran deep, she still felt the sting of her father setting the timer on the microwave for her to pack her shit and get the hell out of his house, she still felt the mark of his words when she came home that night her junior year and found him sitting there next to her mother with a sickening smile on his face.
She still felt his angry screams as she refused to stop being friends with Santana because she was a "dyke", she still heard his refusal to allow her very new very long overdue friend Rachel to spend the night, or visit at all.
She still heard her mother's silence; she still heard the swirl of her straw as she sipped whatever alcoholic beverage served as her clutch that evening. She still felt the pain in her heart at the fact that she would never ever be able to be proud of her parents, or introduce them to anyone. She still felt the shame of being, just another Fabray.
She hated them.
It was time they knew.
If she hadn't heard the blaring of the horn, she never would have realized that she was standing in front of her childhood home, and she never would have seen the pink Prius that most definitely belonged to a now angered Rachel Berry, parking across the street.
She looked up at the large intimidating glow of the Fabray residence, and she watched the sprinklers rain over the freshly cut green grass, she skimmed over the marble cut fountain in the front yard and the perfect aspect of the house.
It wasn't so fucking appealing, after you lived in it.
Understanding that she was here after so many years, realizing that she was standing in front of the place that held all of her fears, understanding that she was standing in front of the abyss of her absolute torture made her fearful and angry all over again, and she then turned to see a very angry Rachel Berry stalking up to her, hair pulled back in a ponytail and surprisingly, jeans donning her legs.
It did nothing to distract Quinn from that fact that she was actually present in front of her parent's home, and that was just too much for her to deal with.
She stepped on the sidewalk, and shoved the blonde quite harshly, snatching the sunglasses from her face as she watched her stumble backwards from the impact.
"Rach, what the hell are you doing here?"
"You have the nerve to ask? I woke up this morning to an empty bed with absolutely no means of knowing where my girlfriend is, no note or text or phone call, and you want to know what I am doing here?" Rachel snapped and Quinn noticed the tan skin turning red, she noticed how her girlfriend was becoming flustered, but she couldn't shake the feeling of absolute anxiety of her lover being so close to the home of her childhood, or what small terribleness that was her childhood.
She took a fleeting glance at the house and pulled her girlfriend by the arm off to a tree that sat in the wings of the front yard.
She took another look around and locked fiery eyes with girl but Rachel snatched her arm from her grasp cutting her off with her continued rant before the blonde could respond.
"Rachel-"
"No! I was worried sick Quinn, I didn't know what happened to you. I had to call Santana and beg her to tell me where you might have gone."
Her words lost the anger and quickly turned soft and defeated with sadness, and worry and most of all hurt, and Quinn ran her hand through her hair, shutting her eyes briefly before she turned to Rachel.
"I'm sorry I didn't wake you up and tell you I was gone…I'm sorry, okay?" Quinn said softly, looking at the girl, still feeling the emotions of trepidation. "But I need you to go home, Rachel…there are just some things I have to do."
Rachel's face turned hurt once more, and the blonde swore she even saw her lip tremble. "I-I asked Santana why you didn't tell me…that you were coming here, she didn't answer. I am sorry for being so mad, I just don't understand Quinn. I thought you trusted me…I thought you were letting me in, now…"
Quinn sighed. "No, Rachel…stop. I am letting you in, I don't want to keep anything from you, I promise. There are just some things that I don't want you to ever see, my parents are one of those things, and I need to do this, I can't fathom you being there to see it, to see…" The blonde swallowed a large lump in her throat, and the brunette watched with careful eyes, watched the scared woman that she had seen leave her usually tough girlfriend's body, appear, and she reached to wrap her arms around her.
The shorted brunette held the blonde around her neck, squeezing their bodies together and breathing in her scent, she hummed as she realized why the woman had left her cold and alone that morning.
"Please go home Rachel, I don't want you to see them. I don't want you to see how much they hate me... I don't want you to have anything to do with them."
The blonde stood up from the embrace staring at her lover with pleading eyes, and Rachel reached upwards to brush stray locks behind her ear.
"Quinn, they are your parents. No matter what happened, they don't hate you -"
"You don't understand Rachel, they do. They will." She sighed and stepped away from her girlfriend to hug herself, looking at the pavement before turning to the looming house.
"I need to do this; I need to tell them that I am done. I need to free myself from them so I can move forward, that means I have to tell them about you, about us," She turned to Rachel, "They will hate me. And they will say horrible things, Rach. Things that I don't think I can handle you hearing…I am not ready for that. I can deal with them saying things about me, because that's what they have always done. But you…I can't. I have to protect you; I cannot let them hurt you. I can't."
The blonde grabbed Rachel's face, staring deep into the chocolate orbs with the most conviction Rachel had seen in a long time. But there was something else hiding in the freckled spaces of sight and the brunette wondered if this was what was supposed to happen for her lover to move on; she wondered if this is how she was supposed to be to gain closure.
"Baby…I don't care. I don't care what they say, I care about you. I just want to be there for you…I just want to be by your side through this. I told you I was going to be here, I told you I wasn't going anywhere…I was serious. I am going to be with you every step of the way, just let me…please?"
It was a soft breathy whisper, and plea that tore Quinn's heart apart, because as much as she didn't want her love to witness the things that served as the catalyst to her fucked up nature, she knew apart of her was weak and needed that strong brunette next to her, edging her along, giving her the strength she needed to do what she needed to do.
She needed her there.
Resting her head against the shorter girls, she sighed. A single tear inched its way from her lids and she pressed her lips against hers, kissing her softly and deeply. The brunette wrapped her arms around her waist, squeezing her sides as she kissed her with all of the meaning in the world; she wanted to show her how much she loved her. She wanted to convey how much she needed her. She wanted to be able to make sure that she knew how much she needed her to understand how she felt, and she made sure with every swipe of her tongue and every dip of her mouth that she knew.
She pulled away from the tight hold, to stare into the hazel eyes. "I love you…and I'm not going to leave you."
Quinn stared letting the words sink into her system, and she savored them, she honored them before she closed her eyes tightly, imagining a world where this never was, a world where her life never ended up this way.
She couldn't see it.
It was the confirmation that now it was time, it was time to do what she needed to do. It was time to move on.
She turned and grabbed her lover's hand, and pulled her to walk in the direction of the Fabray residence.
"Quinn, are you sure about this?"
"No…but I've got to face my fears someday, Rach." She said softly, the large living area looking smaller as they furthered their journey and slowly she felt herself grow sweaty and maybe she was shaking a little more at the fact that she was seconds from being face to face with the beholder of all of her fears.
It wasn't god.
The brunette squeezed the hand of her lover, "I didn't think the mighty Quinn Fabray was scared of anything."
It caused an unexpected and short dry laugh to escape the blonde's mouth and she turned to the woman not even realizing that they had arrived at the point of entrance into the home.
"I'm not scared of anything, not after today."
She was being honest with herself, and looking at the small smile on her girlfriend's face was enough to make her heart fill with courage and faith even despite the quick vibes of trepidation filling her body up and taking over.
She pressed a kiss to her forehead before turning to face the door and pressing the doorbell off to the side.
It seemed like days, hours, weeks, before the door opened to reveal the older, drunker and significantly shocked face of Judy Fabray.
Rachel cowered behind her lover much like the girl had days before, with the prospect of meeting her daughter, and brunette eyes traveled over the depressed and defined lines of her girlfriend's mother.
There was something so defeated about the light in her blue eyes, something so utterly lifeless that was terrifying. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and despite the makeup and Stepford wives ensemble she was wearing, she looked like she was trapped in hell, donning a small glass of brandy, staring at the girl she birthed like she was a ghost.
The look was mutual from her blonde offspring.
The girl was squeezing Rachel's hand tightly, she was grasping the bones as if she was truly afraid… and Rachel wasn't sure. She didn't know if she was scared, or angry. But she knew that the combination was lethal. It was lethal and terrifying and it took her to a place of fear, herself.
It was an air thick with tension, there were no words spoken and the eyes of a mother who obviously regretted everything she had ever done, and a daughter who felt hatred in her heart at her mother locked on one another deftly.
Rachel found herself holding her breath.
And then Quinn's mother came from her drunken stupor.
Her mouth flapped open and shut like a guppy and she stared at nothing but her daughter, she stared at her as if she was the scariest thing in the world. And maybe she was, Rachel watched the emotions filter throughout her face and it was something that was far from the love that she had witnessed on her father's faces when she turned up at their home.
It was confusion, fear, and guilt.
"Hello mother."
Quinn's voice came low and full of emotion, her hazel eyes watched the woman with full hatred, and she stared at the woman as if everything had happened only yesterday. She stared at her as if things hadn't changed, as if she was still the sundress chastity belt wearing Quinn, who lived to please her parents and was fighting to get them to understand how sorry she was for defying them her sophomore year.
She was staring at the woman who stood in this very spot and watched her be thrown out on the street, for one unholy mistake that she had made in her young stupidity. She was the same mother who stood there and allowed the man that ruined both of their lives back into the very house they were standing in front of, she allowed the man to come back and ruin their lives even more. She gave him the right.
She gave up all of her parental rights; she checked out of their lives, she checked out far from where she was supposed to be.
She was never her mother.
"Q-Quinnie, oh my god…I wasn't expecting…my daughter…" She reached for the blonde with a watery smile, unknowingly genuine, but Quinn took it from the alcohol that was surely flowing throughout her system. She allowed the boney arms to wrap around her and she tensed in the embrace.
She let go of her girlfriend's hand, only to allow the woman to put on the act, to embrace her in the way she needed to, to keep up the appearance, to keep up the lie.
"I never thought you would come visit…I'm so happy to see you…I am sure your father will be too," She said with a tight smile pulling from the girl to survey her appearance and she hadn't noticed the brunette standing beside her.
She then measured the intense changes that had taken place within her daughter, she saw the pierced nose, and the tattoo that covered most of her arm, and she took in the cut off shorts and leather boots.
It was the first thing that brought a true smile to the girl's face, the shock on Judy's face that her daughter wasn't the same.
She was different.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at the woman, hard faced as the alpha female; the HBIC appeared in her body, something that Rachel hadn't seen in years, and something that Rachel realized the girl had bestowed in her originally from living with her parents.
"Well come in, my daughter…" The woman said with a tight smile, eyes glancing briefly at the brunette and she never spoke, taking a swig of the liquor she had in her glass, and turning to walk further into the home.
Quinn grabbed her lover's hand and pulled her slowly into the dark and dimly lit home of the Fabray's.
Rachel turned her chin up to take in the home, thick wood filled with tones of royalty, large frames of family photos that only displayed three, looking back at her. There were the occasional frames of four, where Rachel saw her lover looking on with a false smile of happiness, fitting into the image. The perfect blonde family.
Not so much.
She felt a white hot feeling of chilly fear take up in her body and the next thing she knew she was sitting on the velvet deep red of the couch next to her girlfriend who was visibly cold all over. It was the same cheerleader that tormented her throughout their high school years.
She didn't look at Rachel, she didn't speak to her…she didn't do anything.
"Quinnie it's so good to see you…how is everything in…California?" The woman spoke, sitting in the chair across from them looking down between the two girls, holding hands and not sharing anything but the silence between them, and it seemed it took that long for her to realize that her daughter had indeed brought someone in with her.
Her eyes, held a dishonesty that was familiar to Rachel's sight.
The previous question lay forgotten as the woman put on a grimace, before taking another sip of her drink.
"Who's your friend?"
Quinn let her hard eyes survey her mother, "This is Rachel."
Rachel's eyes flickered between the two women, and the older woman took her in with faint recognition, the same recognition that she had when she locked eyes with her at the front door.
"Rachel…" She said in a questioning whisper her eyes sliding downwards and it was quite the sight to see the tipsy woman acting profusely confused as if she had never witnessed or known who the girl was in her life. She was acting as if she had never seen her before and Rachel wasn't sure how she managed it, but it was terribly unsettling.
"Cut the shit, mom. You know who she is…you can't be that drunk, yet."
Quinn's voice snapped through the air harshly, and Judy tensed up. Rachel was pulled from her thoughts at the harsh tone and she turned to face her lover, clearly spotting the anger taking over within her bloodstream.
Rachel swallowed before standing to reach her hand outwards, "Hi Mrs. Fabray, I never got a chance to meet you when we were teenagers…I'm Rachel Berry."
The woman looked up from her seat across from them, at the small tan hand of the woman and she sneered at the gesture.
"No need to be so formal child, it's nice to meet you."
"She doesn't want to shake your hand, Rachel, because she thinks it's disgusting." Quinn said with a bite, fury rising in her veins at the sight of her mother again, conforming to the hateful ways of their good Christian father.
"Quinn, stop." Rachel said, softly reaching her hand back from the woman and turning to her blonde girlfriend.
"Yes, Quinn stop…would either of you like anything to drink?" The woman said, clearing her throat and Quinn stared at her with disbelieving eyes.
She was still the same, avoiding things, changing the subject. She was refusing to acknowledge the truth within the entire situation, she was too busy focusing on the most important things in her life, keeping up appearances.
"No thank you," Rachel said softly, taking a seat next to the blonde again and placing a calming hand to her thigh.
"What is it you're doing now, Quinn? I hope you are putting that beautiful artwork to use out there in California…there are so many wonderful and…different things there. I'm sure people love to buy art, do they? Is that what you can do with your degree, sell art?"
It was a jibe at Quinn's choices, and Rachel recognized it immediately.
Quinn unclenched and clenched her fists. She stared at the unfazed look on her mother's face, who decided to continue. "I hope you are protecting yourself, there are indeed some different things and different people…I knew that when you decided to go to school there, although I never could understand why you needed to go so far-"
"I'm a tattoo artist mom, that's what I do. I contribute to sin. I permanently ink people's skin with a needle everyday with my art. Different people, or freaks. That's what you used to call them right? Freaks?"
Quinn said the words maliciously and Judy raised her own arched eyebrow at the girl. Watching her carefully along with Rachel.
"You know what I do. I still have your fucking letters, so let's not play pretend anymore. We're all adults, here."
"Well, tattoo artist…I guess that makes you different too, Quinn. Is that a lucrative business in, California?" Judy spoke, questioning the girl ignoring her statement and asking her of a topic completely off from the conversation.
"I haven't asked either of you for a dime, nor have you offered so I guess I've been doing pretty fucking well for myself, mother." Quinn spat, and Judy flinched briefly before taking another drink.
"That's fantastic Quinn, although I see no need in coating yourself with that…ink. It makes you look reckless…and you're not-"
"What you don't like my tattoos and piercings mother? Makes me even more of a sinful disgrace huh? Is that what you want to say?" Quinn pushed, sitting up and Rachel tugged on her hand.
"Quinn, please-"
"Calm down, honey-" Judy started, despite the tense nature of her speaking and Quinn stepped closer to her, snatching her hand from Rachel's reach.
"I won't. Say something real mom, tell me how you feel! Tell me how much of a fucking failure I am, tell me that I have become nothing like the daughter you imagined. You can be silent and agree but you can't speak up…you never speak up. You don't like my tattoos and piercings why, because it makes me look like a freak?" She said glaring down at her mother, and she leaned down to place either hands on the side of the chair she was sitting in.
"Are you having a flashback mom, of that tattooed freak you caught dad with? Do I remind you of her…?"
"Enough!" Judy snapped, slamming her glass next to her.
"She fucking speaks!" Quinn said, stepping backwards, and throwing her hands in the air. Judy stood from her spot.
"You are going to stop disrespecting me Quinn Fabray, right this instant. Now, I have no idea why you would come and act this way-"
"Bullshit mother! It's been years, it's the first time you have seen me in years. And you know why I am angry. You know why I am acting like this." Quinn snapped at the woman.
"No I don't! You left here and never turned back, Quinn. I don't know why."
"No you know, you just choose not to talk about it, just like everything else in this house. I still have the letters mom. I still have all the times where you begged me to forgive you, to come home so that we could "talk" about things. But there isn't anything to talk about. He ruined my life while you sat by and watched."
Straight to the point.
"What the hell is going on with you Quinn! When did you become so full of hatred?"
Quinn's eyes flashed angrily, "When I was thrown out on the street. When I was told I wasn't wanted, when I was told I was nothing. I had to move a thousand miles away from you to even realize how much you ruined me and I am still in ruins because of you…"
"So why come back now, huh? Since we ruined you!" Judy spoke, harshly.
"Because it's time for you to understand that I don't want anything to do with you."
The words were like a slap in the face to the woman and she stared at her daughter in disbelief, and Rachel held the same look at the harsh conversation that had just taken place in front of her, but before anyone had time to make a move towards the tense atmosphere, the front door opened to reveal the face of the center of the hell of Quinn's life.
Russell Fabray.
Quinn locked eyes with the man, and that's when it was understood just who Quinn came from.
The face, the stony hazel eyes, everything…came from Russell.
It didn't take long for things to change in the room, Quinn became much more uptight and quiet when Russell took two steps and entered the living room, flanked by his stuttering and moving wife, who took a step beside him and painted a completely different and false expression on her face.
"Russell, look Quinnie's home." Judy said, a smile laboring tightly on her features, but her husband remained stony, intimidating and he gave the girl a once over, staring at her features.
Quinn looked into his eyes and all she could see was nothing.
There was nothing that even displayed human emotion, feeling, remorse or anything. He looked the same as he always did, full of hatred and judgment. He looked full of absolutely everything that Quinn had always detested. He looked full of everything that Quinn would always see in her deepest fears and nightmares. He was donning detest and the disappointment that she never wanted to feel ever again in her life.
"Quinn."
It was one word and by the tone it was spoken, it could already be known where this conversation was about to go.
She didn't acknowledge him, just stared on as he took her in.
"What are you doing here?"
The words were biting at the most, and Rachel felt her own body tense up in fear at the tone of the man that helped create her lover.
"Happy to see me, dad?" Quinn said softly looking up into his eyes, and he relaxed squaring his shoulders back.
"I am always happy to see my daughters, no matter how much of a failure they are. Now, what are you doing here?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest, and Rachel could see the complete difference in her girlfriend's demeanor when it came to him compared to when it came to her mother.
"I came to talk, I came to tell you guys personally of what's been happening in my life, since mother wants to know so badly." Quinn said a sarcastic hint in her voice.
"It upsets her Quinn, we raised you and fed you and forgave your little mistakes and put you through college and you don't even bother to call. Not once in nine years." He said condescendingly and casts a glance over to his wife's direction. "Get me something to drink please." And with her running to fetch his request, he turned his attention to his cuffs, undoing them.
"That's funny, dad. It's funny, because I was under the impression that you didn't give a fuck, since I am such a failure."
He stopped in his tracks at her choice of words, turning to face her, getting his attention from his shirt.
Quinn watched him, watched the anger form in his eyes at her challenging words.
"Am I worthy of your attention now?"
"How dare you show up in this house and talk to me that way, you may be an adult and you may be out living in California doing whatever it is you think is right, but this is still my house-"
"Yes dad I know. I knew every time you would tell me how much I disgraced it. And I knew when I was staring up at it the day after you threw me out on the street."
He rolled his eyes, "I did you a favor. Someone needed to show you discipline for your sinful ways." He snapped, as Judy walked back into the room holding two glasses of brandy, now.
"Russell, Quinn is…an artist, she is a tattoo artist, now."
He looked at the girl in disgust. "I spent thousands of dollars to put you through school so that you could paint sin on other people's bodies?" He sat his drink down and loosened his tie.
Quinn watched his movements, and she realized that maybe she wasn't ready for this, he didn't care. He would never care.
She turned to face Rachel, "Let's go."
But there was a hand on her arm, spinning her to face him. "Look at you! You have turned into one of them…you just keep making mistakes Quinn. I don't know what happened to you, you used to be such a wonderful girl and then everything changed, and now look at you. You look ridiculous!" He said, and Quinn snatched her arm away.
"Why dad? I'm ridiculous because I'm not what you wanted, is that it? That's all it ever was about wasn't it? My mistakes, what Quinn did wrong. I wasn't the perfect Christian daughter and it was over, I lost my parents for good. Fuck that, I never had parents to begin with." She spat at him.
"You're the one who told me I wasn't good enough for anything, so don't get mad at me for not contacting you, don't act like you give a fuck because you don't!"
"Shut your mouth Quinn, I don't want to hear this Satan talk in my house," He turned to Judy.
"I cannot believe you let her back in here, I told you from the moment she graduated that we were better off without her here…and now she's back, shaming us all over again. Making us look like we don't know how to raise our children, I will not allow it!"
"You don't know how to raise you children! You don't. You are horrible people, I wish I was never a part of this fucking family!" Quinn said honestly, and Russell laughed cynically.
"Funny Quinn, I felt the same about you when you were born. It makes sense," He said stepping towards her. "We never wanted you, we never wanted to have another child…at least I didn't. Frannie was perfect, alone. And then you came along with your attitude and you were the worst thing to ever happen to the Fabray's. You and your delinquent friends and your bastard child-"
"Shut the fuck up about Beth! Don't you dare fucking say a word about her!" Quinn spat at him, raising her hand as if she was going to hit him herself, and the fury that took over her body at his words were unbearable, it was absolutely and positively unheard of.
It was really hard for Rachel to watch her, struggling with the words that were being thrown at her.
"You had the nerve to give that little shit our last name, and now it will forever be tainted with sin." Quinn shut her eyes, and Rachel decided that enough was enough.
"Quinn, let's go. You've said what you needed to say-"
Russell, turned his attention to Rachel who had stood to place a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm-"
"She's Rachel Berry, my girlfriend." Quinn breathed out, opening her hazel eyes to burn into her father's, who's face morphed into one filled with surprise as he looked at the brown haired woman standing next to his daughter, now grasping her hand.
His face then turned to disgust, pure unadulterated hatred and something in the air snapped along with his composure.
It was the calmness.
"Excuse me?"
Quinn turned to her girlfriend with wild eyes before looking at her father, "That's right dad! I'm a fucking lesbian…I just couldn't shame the family enough, I wanted to go for the whole shebang." She said and despite the situation, Rachel had to bite the laugh down.
He watched her pull Rachel closer to her, and a brief flash of red passed through his eyes.
It happened so fast, one moment it was a silent stare between a father and a daughter and the next thing he was reaching for her arms with strong hands, shaking her.
"How could you do this to us? You little bitch, how could you become so disgusting? You have ruined this family! You have ruined everything I have worked for, everything!"
Judy seemed to gain consciousness and was attempting to pry his hands from the girl and Rachel was doing the same, feeling scared and angry at the prospect of this large man hurting her girlfriend.
Finally they tore him away, Quinn falling from his hands, hitting the floor and scooting away from him.
"Get off of me!" He said throwing Judy from his body, and Rachel watched as the woman crashed from his strength into the wall, harshly.
He turned to Rachel, pointing a finger. "And you! Your faggot Jewish fathers have tainted you with their detestable ways, and now you're taking my daughter with you! You will burn in hell!"
Rachel flinched at his words, but stood tall as he continued to scream. "You touch my daughter with your filthy hands? You corrupt her…and now she is nothing! It's your fault, all of this is your fault!"
And it happened so fast again, the way his hand reared back and the way his arms clutched her, Rachel didn't need to be told what was going to happen next.
"Russell no!"
It never came, though.
When she opened her eyes all she saw was, her girlfriend pushing her father back roughly into the end table, and then the familiar sound of a smack echoed around the household as Quinn clutched her face.
Rachel watched in pure horror as the blonde pulled her hand back to see blood, and she looked up at her father with the most hatred she could muster, while he heaved deep breaths at her.
"Get the fuck out of my house, and take your little dyke girlfriend with you, you are not my daughter anymore."
It was a deadly silence at his low words, until Quinn spoke back at him, spitting at his feet…literally.
"I never was."
She didn't bother to grab Rachel, she just took heavy steps and ran out of the front door, away from the home and Rachel called out to her, but she didn't answer. It was understandable now, the feeling of absolute pain and distress, and the feelings of nothing. Rachel felt as she stood still in the living room of the Fabray home. She cast eyes at Russell.
"I said get out-"
"Shut up, Russell. You have done enough speaking. I don't give a fuck about how you feel of Quinn and me, or anything else in your sad despicable life. But I want to let you know, that you haven't won. So don't you dare stand there with a smug look on your face. Don't you dare feel triumphant, because when I return to California with your daughter, she's going to start over…without you. She won't need you, and she won't want you in her life. And you will forever live with the mistake of ruining your chances of being her father. This was her farewell. And if you ever try to contact her ever again, I will end your life."
Rachel watched him. "And my "faggot" fathers are more man than you'll ever be, and I hope that when your sad existence is ended that you realize what a disgrace you actually were." She casted one look at him, before stalking past him to leave, ignoring the sobs coming from his wife.
"By the way, I do touch your daughter with my filthy hands…every single night." She said turning to him with a smirk on her face.
"You both will burn in hell." He spat at her and Rachel raised an eyebrow in perfect imitation of her girlfriend, his daughter.
"I'll see you there, then."
A/N: That took an immense amount of time, oh my god! I just could not get this chapter out the way I wanted to. I am still not pleased with it, oh well. Next up, something to make up for all the angst and then…more friends from long ago!
Review, please!
-Mimi