Quinn's POV

Quinn pushed her cereal around in her bowl while chewing her lip. It seemed so hard to talk to her parents nowadays.

"Mom?"

Judy Fabray looked at her with a smile and expectant eyes, "Yes honey?"

"I was wondering.. Why did I start going by Quinn?"

Her mom looked like she was caught by surprise but kept the same happy expression on her face, "Well, that's your name isn't it?"

"No, Lucy is my name. Quinn used to be just my middle name.. Why did I change it?"

Quinn's dad looked up from his morning paper and folded it aside, "Why the sudden interest in names sweetheart?"

"Well from what I remember I always went by Lucy and I wake up in the hospital and everyone is calling me Quinn."

Quinn judged the way her parent's looked at each other with an uncomfortable expression. Her dad finally spoke up, "Look, you never had much luck with that name. When you became... better, we seemed a new name should suit the new Lucy. The new Quinn if you will."

Quinn looked at them in confusion, "What did I get better from? Was I sick from something?"

Her mom spoke up before her dad could, "Well honey, you're weight was always a health issue and we needed to get rid of it so we could see you around for a long time. We all knew that things could be better if you just lost the weight."

"But that doesn't explain my nose job or how my hair is blonde now."

Before Judy could speak again, Russel got tired of beating around the bush, "Honey, you had nothing going for you. I helped you with that. We BOTH helped you with that. I got you everything you needed for a good, normal life. Now try and eat the rest of your breakfast. Just be thankful that you're a healthy beautiful girl and that we both love you enough to help you out of sticky situations."

Quinn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her parent's "fixed" her? It made her chest cave in and her eyes started to water.

"Why should I be thankful? I was happy just the way I was. I thought I had parents who loved me no matter what. Not parent's who thought their daughter was this monster project they had to fix."

Russel spoke up before she could go on, "Stop being dramatic Quinn. You are a Fabray and us Fabrays do not act like spoiled brats. I've had enough of putting up with this conversation now I suggest you either eat your food or go. It's not like you didn't agree with us when we asked you before anything was done."

Quinn got up from the table, "I probably agreed because my parent's came to me pointing out what needed to be done so they could be happy. Not me."

She then left her house unable to calm herself down. She decided to go over to Santana's house and try to forget about this whole thing.

Santana opened the door to find a mess of a friend standing there with puffy eyes and a sniffling nose.

"What happened Q?"

Quinn waved her hands around like a crazy person, "THAT. EXACTLY THAT. I hate Quinn and everything she built for me. Why doesn't anybody understand that I'm Lucy and not Quinn?"

"Identity crisis? Go ahead and come in. Go to my room, Britt's in there. But don't be surprised if she's still getting dressed."

Quinn knocked on the door first before entering, "Uhm, Britt are you done changing?"

"Yeah go ahead and come in. I'm just getting ready to leave."

The short blonde frowned as she came into the room, "Why? I just got here."

"Woah, you look a mess. I have to go do my yoga with Lord Tubbington. He gets crabby and starts smoking again if I miss it."

"I guess I'll see you around then. Bye B"

Brittany gave her a smile and left the room in a hurry. When Santana walked in she had a love struck expression before Quinn snapped her out of it, "Why was Brittany putting on her clothes before I came here?"

Santana stammered while looking around uncomfortably, "Lets just talk about you before we touch that subject. What's going on?"

Quinn took a deep breath to steady herself, "I don't like who I was but everyone else seems to."

"I can understand that.. I think. What do you mean?"

Quinn paced around the room while talking, "I don't think I can ever be the Quinn Fabray everyone remembers. I'm tired of trying to figure out who I am because everything I'm finding out about myself, I really don't like. How did I change into this girl that I clearly didn't like."

Santana reached for the blonde's arm and brought her over to the bed, "Can I be honest? I don't think you liked that girl you were either before the accident."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you didn't seem like you were enjoying yourself most of the time. I know what it's like to feel pressure from everyone when your head cheerleader because I had to take your place while you were in the hospital. It's not fun having everyone expect something from you. You were just trying to give people what they wanted even if it meant changing everything about yourself."

Quinn nodded her head and hugged Santana, "Woah, what was that for?"

"For not being a total bitch to me since I've been out of the hospital."

Santana rolled her eyes, "What'd you expect? Me to pick on you after you almost died?"

"Well, no. But I didn't think You'd go soft. Oh my God I have the biggest headache in the universe from crying so much."

"Quinn, do you need a drink?"

The blonde got a weird look on her face before answering, "Why would I need a drink? DO we even drink? Won't your parent's care if their daughter and loony bin friend is drinking in their house?"

"Calm your tits. No, they're away for the weekend. Now come and join me."

They went downstairs and dipped into the liquor cabinet.

Santana turned around and gave Quinn an evil smile, "You know, technically speaking you've never drank before. At least you don't remember that you did. Are you nervous?"

"To be quite honest, no. I know I'm with a friend. Though I'm not that surprised that we do drink. All that's written in my room is 'The Unholy Trinity'."

"Yeah, you made that up for the three of us. We should talk Quinn. And to be quite honest, you should finish that drink before I tell you anything else."

Quinn hurried up and finished what was left in her cup and got a sour look on her face because she wasn't expecting it to taste so bad, "What the hell? Are you trying to poison me?"

Santana refilled her cup before talking, "No, But I want you with an open mind while I talk to you. Quinn do you remember anything about us after the accident?"

"No, why? Did something happen between us? Did we fight?"

"No nothing at all like that.. Well, it started in sophomore year. We were at a party and we got extremely drunk since it was our first time drinking. When we came back to my house we sorta... Made out."

The blonde's eyes practically jolted out of her head, "WHAT?"

"That's not exactly the last time we did anything.."

"What do you mean Santana?"

The Latina looked on the floor picking at an imaginary strand while she was talking, "Well we started fooling around more and more. Eventually it became an almost regular thing and the day of your accident we had sex in the locker room."

"No way... Were we serious at all?"

"No no no no.. It was strictly.. Professional. But I started being serious with someone else during the summer."

Quinn looked completed interested as if she were watching an intense show, "Who?"

"Brittany Pierce.."

Quinn started laughing to herself, "Well that explain A LOT."

Santana was so relieved that Quinn took it so well. She thought the little blonde would explode at the thought of doing anything with another girl. They sat up drinking and laughing until it was dusk.

"Quinn, you're white girl wasted right now."

"I am NOT even wasted right now. I've only dranken a little bit."

"Riiiight. You forgot how to hold you liquor among other things."

Quinn looked at the floor with a serious face trying to balance while swaying, "Can I ask you something? Was I ever outwardly interested in Rachel Berry?"

"No not at all, why? Did someone grow a school crush."

Santana got giggly before Quinn answered already knowing what she was about to say, "I just have a connection with her I don't really know why.. Can I tell you something?"

"Go right ahead"

"I remember what I was thinking right before the accident. It was about Rachel and how in love with her I was. But I can't ever tell her because she'll hate me and not ever talk to me again and I can't have that."

"Now we're getting to your dark secrets. I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Quinn flopped herself on Santana's bed, "Maybe your right. Can I tell you one more thing?"

"Sure"

"Call me Lucy please. I don't like Quinn"

"Mmkay. Sweet dreams."

After that Quinn was out like a light dreaming about Rachel among other things.

Rachel's POV

Rachel researched the internet for a huge report she had do on Monday when an Instant Message box popped up.

Santana: Hey dwarf do you got a minute?
Rachel: Not if your just going to be rude to me all night.
Santana: Okay, sorry. RACHEL do you got a minute
Rachel: Better. What's up?
Santana: Can I talk to you seriously about Lucy Fabray?

Rachel stopped typing and got scared. What did Santana have to say about the girl?

Rachel: Sure, what is it?
Santana: I think we both know the way you use to look at her when I went to school with you two. I know how you feel and I just wanted to say that she likes you back.
Rachel: What?
Santana: If you hurt her I'll fucking kill you.

Rachel thought about it for a few seconds before typing. It could be just another trick to humiliate her but Santana seems dead serious.

Santana: Are you there?
Rachel: Yes.. I won't hurt her I promise.

Rachel thought about the upcoming Monday and was now nervous to face the blonde not knowing what might surface.

IN CASE NO ONE UNDERSTOOD,
Quinn was drunk so incorrect grammar is intended.

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