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The Same Day
Quinn's feet took her up the sidewalk to the front door of the two-story brick house with olive-gray painting. She waved goodbye to Brittany and Santana as they drove off. The blonde sighed, dreading to open the front door. She went three days without facing her mother and though those three days were not the best she has had (breaking down in front of Satan and Britt, witnessing the atrocious reunion of Finn and Rachel), she was not ready to go back into this house; house of despair, quietness, and loneliness.
It was this house that the ex-cheerio was kicked out of sophomore year for one mistake. It was this house that her father was then this kicked out for cheating on her mother. It was the same house that she was finally let back in, only to suffer with more drunkenness because her mother felt she needed something, anything, to cling onto since she didn't have Quinn's father anymore. Now it is just Quinn and Judy, hardly communicating, just letting silence fill the house as they occupy separate rooms.
Quinn pushed the front door open and was met with a darkened house; none of the lights were on, but Quinn knew her Judy was there because she could smell the alcohol. Her hand grabbed for the light switch right next to the door and flicked it on, letting light flood the living room. The blonde heard a groan from the other side of the couch.
"Mom?" She questioned as she slowly walked to the couch. There, in a pale blue dress decked out with creamy pearl earrings, was Judy Fabray. On the floor was an empty bottle of liquor. Quinn sighed and rubbed her forehead as if to make the scene before her go away.
"Mom, can you please get up?" Quinn asked. She leaned down and wormed one arm under the older blonde's back while the other arm wrapped around her neck. She attempted to lift her mother up off the couch but to no avail.
"Seriously, get your drunken ass off the couch!" She growled. The older Fabray's eyes snapped open.
"Quinnie! You are not allowed to speak to me like that! That type of language is not permitted in this house," Judy exclaimed. She huffed and wriggled her rear on the couch until she was finally in a sitting position.
Quinn rolled her eyes. Yes, because foul language is the worst thing in this house, she thought.
Judy was silent for a minute, staring at the fireplace on the other side of the wall. Suddenly, her eyes shifted to meet her daughter's eyes.
"Quinn!" She beamed. Her hand reached out to stroke her daughter's face in what Quinn could only call a somewhat loving gesture. "Did you just get back? Tell me all about the big apple."
Stepping away from the couch, Quinn shook her head.
"You've been drinking. I want to talk to you about Nationals when you are sober and will remember it in a few hours."
"I'm not-" Judy hiccupped. "I'm not drunk, dear. It was just a little bit. Just a little to- to help me."
The mother braced her hands on the couch and pushed up in an attempt to get off the couch. Her foot knocked the bottom on the ground, letting in roll away as Judy swayed in place. Quinn rushed forward to grab her mother's shoulders. She steered them past the kitchen, slowly, and down the hall to the master bedroom. She kicked the door open and stepped away from Judy.
"Why can't you go to an AA meeting?" She pleaded for what felt like the millionth time. Judy's shoulder's straightened, one hand holding onto the door frame.
"AA is for sinners, sweetheart," the older blonde glared while adding the term of endearment.
Quinn turned around and headed up the stairs.
"We're all sinners, mother."
Quinn flopped down on her antique, white day bed with green and beige floral patterned bedspread. She reached for her stuffed lamb, which she named Charlie when she was six, and held it close to her chest as tears prickled her eyes. Quinn hated coming home to the sight of her mother like that. Most times, it was not so bad. But whenever Quinn was out of the house for more than one day, Judy would indulge in her favorite pastime; drinking. The blonde propped up the stuffed lamb on her chest so its beady eyes were looking at her.
"We're going to get out of here someday, ok?" She whispered what she hoped was not an empty promise. "Just one more school year and we are gone. Just one more year."
June 1, 2011
Smoke filled the basement room as the Unholy Trinity puffed on Marlboro cigarettes which Santana swiped from her father. Brittany, dressed in black tights and a long, red sweatshirt, leaned against the Latina, her cigarette resting between her two fingers. Santana played with the dancer's hair and watched as Quinn coughed nonstop into her shirt.
"You ok, there, preggers?" Santana smirked.
"No, you idiot," Quinn coughed, clutching her stomach. "Just dying from smoke inhalation over here. Never, ever smoking again. How do you two do that?"
"We're naturals. Excellent breath control, if you know what I mean," the Latina said as she wiggled her eyebrows. Brittany laughed and reached up to grabbed Santana chin, brining her mouth to reach the dancer's.
Quinn looked away and stared down at her hands as her two best friends' tongues battled each other. Heat spread throughout her body and she shifted on the ground. Oh, no Quinn thought as she heard a whimper from Brittany and she slammed her eyes shut. Quinn's breath started to become uneven as it quickened and her pulse raced. She heard more gasps and moans and she scooted away, eyes still closed.
"San," the dancer breathed, pulling away from the Latina. "San, I think we made Q uncomfortable."
Santana pulled Brittany back to her, enclosing the dark arms around the light skin. They sat back to chest with the blonde in between Santana's legs. The Latina grabbed the nearest cigarette butt and threw it at Quinn, forcing her to open her eyes.
"No, Q's just jealous," Santana grinned. Quinn clenched her fists.
"Of what?" Quinn hissed. "Of excessive PDA?"
"No, you are jealous of our sweet lady kisses."
Quinn gaped.
"Excuse me? Not everyone is gay Santana, just because you are out of the closet. I don't want-" Quinn shuddered at the next thought, but she didn't know if it was out of disgust or... something. "-sweet lady kisses..." she trailed off.
Quinn looked back at Santana, who was still grinning from ear to ear. Brittany was smiling as well, but it was the smirk on Santana that Quinn did not like. The Latina kissed the dancer one more time before untangling their limbs and scooted over to Quinn. She tilted her head towards Quinn's, their face only centimeters apart. The blonde could smell the smoke from Santana's breath mixed with a citrus smell which was probably mouthwash.
"Have you ever kissed a girl, Q?" The Latina asked.
Quinn could feel the puffs on air from Santana's lips are she spoke. Quinn's eyes darted from the brown eyes down to her lips which were curling into a sneer. Hazel eyes shot back up to brown, but she still had yet to move her arms, legs, anything, to move away from Santana. Quinn held her breath.
"Well," Santana continued, "if you ever want to find out how soft girls really are, Quinnie, just let Britts and I know." She brought a finger to caress the blonde's jaw line, chuckled at Quinn's surprised eyes, and scooted back to her dancer. The two clasped their hands together and began rummaging through the movie selection.
Quinn sat in the same spot, the past five minutes running through her head like a film strip.
What just happened? She wondered. The blonde brought a hand over her heart which was beating faster than normal and chocolate eyes, long brown hair with skin lighter than Santana's flashed in her head. Quinn shook her head and voted on a movie.
Chocolate eyes came back to her in her sleep.
June 2, 2011
Quinn always ran in the morning. She hadn't while she was on the cheerios because they practiced in the morning and practice under Sue Sylvester's watch had been more exercise than anyone would need in their life. But since quitting Cheerios, Quinn had begun running a couple miles each morning at 6 a.m. She slipped her feet into her white sneakers, trying not to wake up Santana and Brittany who were spooning in front of the TV. She tiptoed up the basement steps, quietly shutting the basement door.
Her feet pounded on pavement and she jammed the ear buds in with her iPod on shuffle. She breathed slowly, in and out, maintaining a constant speed.
Step out the door and it feels like rain
That's the sound (that's the sound) on your window pane
Take to the streets but you can't ignore
That's the sound (that's the sound) you're waiting for
She thought over the past couple weeks since Nationals. Left foot, right foot, left, right, left, right. The road is where she could escape and clear her head.
The girl with chocolate eyes and long legs kept coming in her dreams (Quinn had gave up the notion that it could be male). She had been there for years but in the past couple of weeks, she frequented Quinn's dreams and daily thoughts like a parasite. And the blonde felt like she recognized those eyes. And at voice, although it always sounds clouded and far away, Quinn knew she knew that voice. Quinn had no idea what any of it meant, especially since the blonde and the brunette always seemed so... intimate.
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down that's when you'll find me
Yeah
Quinn shook her head and replaced those thoughts with what happened last night. Santana had invited her to hang out with her and Brittany for a movie night. Quinn went, but had not expected the two to make out right in front of her. Sure, she had caught them in much more compromising positions before, but she had to actually accidently walk in on them. Santana and Brittany at least usually had enough decency to hide in the bathroom or wait until Quinn was in another room. But not now.
God love your soul and your aching bones
Take a breath
Take a step
Meet me down below
Everyone's the same
Our fingers to our toes
We just can't get a ride but we're on the road
And Quinn didn't even know where to start with what that made her feel. Having Santana's lips so close to her, so tempting and forbidden. To be afraid to watch them kiss because she might feel something unwanted.
Lost 'til you're found
Swim 'til you drown
Know that we all fall down
Love 'til you hate
Strong 'til you break
Know that we all fall down
Mmm
She never felt any of that with any of her other boyfriends. She had loved at least two of them, but had never felt any desire. Not like she had felt last night (or tried not to feel) and not like she feels whenever she sees -
"Oomf! I am so sorry!" A voice shrieked as Quinn was knocked sideways.
Quinn, who had not been paying attention to where she was running either, took out her ear buds. Her eyes followed from the white and pink shoes in front of her, to tan legs with did not seem to end but they did because the legs reach gray cotton shorts. The ex-cheerio's eyes continued to a purple tank top which did nothing to cover the swell of cleavage bursting the top.
The blonde blushed and quickly snapped her eyes up to the person's face and she was met with Rachel Berry.
Rachel had her hair pulled back and her bangs kept under wraps with a white headband. She seemed be exercising as well because beads of sweat trickled from her neck down into her cleavage.
Quinn brought her hand up to her cheek to find it was still heated. She continued to keep her eyes on Rachel's face, not daring them to look anywhere else. Her eyes were dark brown and Quinn felt that she has seen them somewhere else but couldn't place it.
"Berry, Hi. Um, just watch where you are going next time."
Rachel smiled. Quinn took a couple steps back then willed her feet to pick up and started running again. She felt an arms brush up her side as she noticed Rachel running right next to her, keeping with the blonde's pace. Quinn stopped.
"Did you need something, Berry?"
Rachel against flashed a smile which made Quinn cringe. Does the girl ever stop smiling? She questioned.
"I have a proposition for you, Quinn," the diva began. "I propose we become friends this summer so Glee is tolerable. Of course, it is always tolerable for me, enjoyable even, as long as I get a solo, but I know you in the past, for some reason, become frustrated with me. Ss I would like to set up a time soon where we could engage and friendly activities. Kurt has been wanting to-"
Quinn put up a hand to silence her.
"I don't like you," the blonde stated. "Let's just be civil from a comfortable distance and not be friends. How about that?
Rachel stomped her foot and crossed her arms in a huff.
"You do not not like me, Quinn, and I want to show you that."
"No, I really don't like you. You steal my boyfriends," the blonde snarled.
"Can you please stop with the whole 'I stole your boyfriend!' excuse? It's tiring," Rachel said. "You never even really liked Finn enough to even be hurt that I took him. It was never about Finn. And since Finn and I are happy together, and since you never truly adored him, which you didn't, trust me on that, we need to be friends. I would really like that. And I believe you would, too. I can be an excellent friend to have."
Quinn gaped as the brunette finally took a breath. Quinn stared at the ground, laughing to herself. Only Rachel Berry can claim she is an excellent friend to have.
"Whatever, Berry. You have my number." And with that, Quinn began running and did not look back at Rachel.
If ever your world starts crashing down
Whenever your world starts crashing down
If ever your world starts crashing down that's when you'll find
Find me
Maybe they could be friends. But an uneasy feeling rose up in Quinn as she thought that. She didn't understand that feeling, though.