A.N. I know I previously said that spoilers would only include season 1 and 2, but Pink!Quinn of season 3 is actually going to enter the story. However, she will not be a "Skank" or anything, so no personality alteration. Also, Lucy Caboosy is not canon in this story.

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June 4, 2011

The smell of coffee filled Quinn's senses as she walked up to the Lima Bean's counter after hearing her name being called. She grabbed her chi tea and made her way to the small, round table by the window where Blaine and Kurt were sitting.

Quinn, after almost two weeks of being incessantly bombarded by texts from Kurt, agreed to meet them for an hour or two to hang out. According to Kurt, this was to be the beginning of "the last year we all have together and we might as well make it count."

Clutching her cup, the blonde plopped herself in the seat opposite of the two boys. Blaine was wearing a red polo and black and gray checkered shorts. His hair was no longer gelled and his natural curls fell into his eyes. Kurt, on the other hand, was wearing red pants and a red and black designed button-up long sleeved t-shirt with a black scarf. Despite thinking the outfit was too hot for summer, Quinn thought it was odd that the pair matched color-wise.

Kurt stood up and kissed Quinn's cheek before linking his fingers back with Blaine's.

"Hey, Quinn."

"Hey Kurt," she smiled. "Blaine. Thanks for inviting me."

"Oh sweetie, shush. I've been trying to get you out with us since Nationals."

The blonde took a sip of her coffee. "I know... But thank you for being persistent. I haven't been hanging out with people much. Usually around this time I'd be dating but seeing as I am currently boyfriend-less... well... I have time to spare. And there is only so much of Britt and Santana I can take."

Blaine laughed. "I get what you mean. Brittany forced Santana to take me out with them for karaoke and I went the whole night listening to them either making out or Santana calling me hobbit. For the record, I don't look like Frodo."

"Anyway Quinn, you don't exactly have the greatest track record with guys," Kurt stated.

The blonde sent a glare at the boy before taking another sip of her tea. "I just haven't met the right man yet. That's all."

"Maybe," Kurt shrugged. "Maybe you should just be single this year. Make the most of it."

I'm fine with being single, Quinn reassured herself. I don't need Sam or anything. And it's not like Finn was exactly boyfriend of the year or anything. Not when he was too busy ogling -

"Rachel's been asking about you," Kurt broke the girl's thoughts. Kurt kept his eyes on his drink, refusing to look at the blonde.

"Has she?" Quinn asked, trying to uninterested. Her lungs for some reason felt like they were constricting. "What was she asking?"

Kurt waved his hand. "Nothing much, just if you are alright. Apparently you are not returning her messages."

"Then you can go ahead and tell her that -" but her voice was cut off as the Lima Bean's door jingled open and in walked Finn and Rachel. Finn had his hand in the middle of Rachel's back, escorting her to the counter.

Rachel was wearing a white button-up shirt with sleeves cut off and a black skirt. Quinn's jaw clenched as Finn's hand moved up to play with the ends of the brunette's hair.

The skirt is ridiculously short, Quinn thought. She felt Kurt kick her in the shin and realized she had been staring at Rachel's legs for too long of a time. Her eyes snapped up to Rachel's.

The brunette smiled and wiggled her fingers at Quinn. The blonde waved back, before turning back to Kurt. Rachel had ordered her drink and she and Finn made their way over to a booth in the corner.

Kurt smirked at Quinn before turning his attention back to Blaine who had returned to the table. They entered conversation about fashion (Quinn heard bowties and suspenders mentioned) and the blonde let her eyes travel to the booth of Glee's Golden Couple.

Finn and Rachel sat on the same side of the booth, sparing no space in between them. Rachel played with Finn's right hand while his other hand continued fiddling with the diva's bangs. Their faces where turned in towards each other with only an inch gap. Finn leaned to the side to whisper something in the brunette's ear and the girl giggled. They seemed much closer in physical affection that they had last time the couple had dated.

Quinn watched as Rachel grabbed Finn's face and brought him down to a kiss. The blonde suddenly felt like she was going to vomit.

Yes, definitely closer. Almost as if... Quinn's hands clenched at the thought. No way would Rachel do that. She was supposed to wait until she was 25!

The diva finally broke the kiss. She looked up and her smile quickly dropped when she caught Quinn's eye. The blonde shook her head, finding it suddenly difficult to breath.

"Kurt," Quinn interrupted. "Do you think - Finn and Rachel - do you know if they have..." The blonde trailed off, staring at her hands. She didn't even know why it mattered if Rachel and Finn have had sex.

Kurt looked at her with what the girl could only describe as pity in his eyes. "Honey, I don't think you really want to be thinking about that."

Quinn still had the queasy feeling in her stomach. "I'm not thinking about it, I just -"

"FABRAY!"

"I didn't order another drink!" The blonde yelled, whipping her head towards the Lima Bean counter. And no, she did not order a drink, but a large man in a gray pinstripe business suit did.

Quinn's eyes widened. "Oh, shit," the blonde whimpered.

"What?" Kurt asked.

Quinn sat frozen in her chair, unable to tear her gaze away from Russell Fabray. She hadn't seen nor spoken to her father since she was kicked out of his house two years ago.

Russell paid the barista, not having yet noticed his daughter. Her hands clutched the edge of the table so furiously her knuckles had turned white. She did not move as the man made his way past their table to the exit. Suddenly, he stopped and turned back around and Quinn locked gazes for the first time in two years with a man she used to call her father.

He had more wrinkles around the eyes than before, but that may be because of the look of disgust on his face as his eyes flickered to Kurt and Blaine. Russell had more gray in his hair, too, than the last time Quinn had seen him.

Russell took a heavy breath before stomping to Quinn's table. The blonde braced herself for the blow up.

"Quinn," he nodded curtly.

"Russell," the ex-cheerio murmured. The man stiffened at that.

"It's father to you. Mind your manners."

The blonde gaped. "Manners? Are you serious right now?"

"Yes. And you need to come with me. Now."

"Hell no. I am not coming with you!" Quinn snarled.

Russell reached forward and Quinn flinched right before he gripped her around the elbow and jerked her up off the seat. Quinn whimpered in protest.

"You are my daughter and you are coming with me. I am not going to let you stay here with this filth!" He pointed at Kurt and Blaine.

Quinn's nostrils flared and her eyes flashed. The blonde pushed at his chest with her free arm, struggling to escape his grip. "I am not your daughter! You decided that when you threw me out."

Blaine jumped up from his seat to go get the manager and Kurt tried pulling Quinn away but Russell's grip on the girl was too strong; Quinn knew she was going to have bruises afterwards.

"Please let me go," she pleaded. Quinn felt her eyes watering. She noticed Rachel whisper something to Finn who nodded and pulled her out of the booth and walked towards them.

"Dammit, Quinn. I tried to raise you right. Took you to church and taught you right from wrong. And yet, here you are, sitting with two fags like it's not a sin!" He was booming now and people in the coffee shop began to notice the commotion. "I thought your mother and I had cleaned you of this type of immorality years ago!"

The tears were now flowing uncontrollably down Quinn's face as she remember the sting on her face from his palm of an incident six years ago. It was the first time he had ever hit her, and this was the first time the incident had been brought up since those years ago.

Russell began dragging Quinn away and she heard Kurt screaming. Or it could have been her own voice; she wasn't sure.

"You need to let go of her now, sir," said a deep voice. Quinn peered over Russell's shoulder through her watery eyes and saw Finn grab the man's shoulder. Rachel stood behind Finn, nervously playing with her hands but never looking away from Quinn. Rachel's own eyes were filled with tears.

Russell dropped Quinn's arms to turn around to Finn. "Aren't you the one who got her pregnant?" He said angrily. Finn shifted his feet, his courage failing him and he stared down.

"Uh, no Mr. Fabray, I actually didn't but um... yea. You still shouldn't hurt Quinn like that and I don't think she wants to go with you and since you don't have - what is it Rachel? - oh yea, custody or rights or something of her anymore, I don't think you are allowed to boss her around," Finn hesitated before continuing. "And Quinn doesn't exactly like being touched so... Uh, you also called my brother over there the "F" word and we can't use that word. So yea, sir, Quinn doesn't want to go with you and my girlfriend doesn't exactly like you. So that means you need to leave."

Quinn knew this is one of the few moments that she would be able to think back on Finn and actually be proud of him - even if it was because of the prompting of Rachel.

At the mention of Finn's girlfriend, Russell's gaze snapped towards the diva and Rachel clung onto Finn. "Are you the one with two homos as fathers?"

Rachel gasped. "Excuse me?"

Russell shook his head, noticed the manager and Blaine heading towards them, looked at Quinn one last time, and left out the exit. The last thing Quinn heard was "You really aren't my daughter."

Quinn's knees buckled as her father's car peeled out of the parking lot. She wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the flood of tears, and not daring to look at anyone else. She felt a pair of warm and soft hands cup her cheeks and Quinn instantly fell into the embrace.

"Quinn, please, look at me," Rachel said softly. The blonde stilled before realizing that Rachel was now hugging her. Quinn pushed at Rachel's shoulders with a sob and ran to her car.

She clutched the steering wheel, her sobs now coming out in great heaves. She needed to do something. Something big that. Making a rash decision, she quickly dialed a number on her cell phone not caring that she was still crying. A voice answered after four dials.

"Hello?"

"S, I need to come to your house right now. And I need you to help me with something. Do you still have that pink hair dye from spirit week and your cousin's home piercing kit?"

February 11, 2005

Eleven year old Quinn Fabray ran to hug her dad as he leaned against his car in the front of school. She jumped on him, yammering about her school day and about making Valentine's Day cards in class.

"- and Mrs. Thompson had us all use fancy scissors and we got to make these really awesome Valentine's Day cards! She had us hand them out early because on the fourteenth she is going to be in Idaho with her husband so our party was today."

Russell grabbed his daughter's book bag and tossed it in the front seat before opening the back seat car door. The bubbly blonde hopped in, still chattering about the class.

"Josh Martins gave me two cards, but I don't like him so it was stupid. But Pat gave me a really big card and she said that she was my secret admirer and I really liked that. She is cuter than Josh anyway and she is really good at soccer and she has really pretty blue eyes."

At that last statement, Russell's hands fumbled with the keys in the ignition.

"Pat is a girl?" He sputtered.

Quinn nodded. "Yes. Patricia. She likes Pat better. We sit together in class a lot. I like her, I think."

The father locked his jaw and slammed the keys in the ignition and pushed the pedal. "Quinn, shut up."

The girl blinked. "What?"

"Just shut up until we get home."

The eleven year old remained quiet in the back seat for the ten minute drive not understanding. Her father had been mad before, shouted, and she had seen him throw stuff before, but he had never so harshly spoken to her like and told her to shut up.

Quinn grudgingly got out of the car once they pulled into the garage. Her father, forgetting about the book bag in the front seat, grabbed the girl's hand and pushed her into the house.

"Judy!" He yelled. "Judy!"

Judy and another teenager (tall, sandy blonde hair about the age of seventeen) walked into the living room where Russell stood there fuming and the little girl bewildered.

"What is it, Russell?" Judy asked.

The man pointed up the stairs. "Hallie, go to your room now." As the teenage leapt up the stairs, Russell turned back to Judy and Quinn, the young girl shaking. "Quinn, tell your mother about Pat."

The young blonde looked back and forth between the two adults not quite understanding. "Patricia is a girl at school I like. She got me a really cool Valentine card."

Judy's hand came up to cover her mouth as she muttered no, no, no, please no, over and over again. Her husband continued with the questions. "Quinn, when you say like, you mean as a friend, right? This is not a crush. You have a crush on that Josh kid."

The little girl shook her head, thinking her father was stupid for not getting it. "No. I like her. She is funny and really cute. I don't like Josh. Or any of the boys in my class. But I like Pat."

Russell's hands fisted at his sides. "Quinn, you are not allowed to like another girl. That would mean you are a gay - just like those Berry men - a lesbian, and no daughter of mine is a lesbian. Gay people go to hell. Now tell me again. Who do you like?"

Quinn blinked again. What is daddy's deal? "Pat. I really like Pat."

Quinn saw anger flash in her father's eyes as he started now yelling. "Quinn, no! You are not gay! That is a sin! YOU ARE A GIRL AND SO IS PAT!"

"Well then I like girls!" Quinn yelled and her head whipped to the side as she felt the sting of her father's hand against her cheek. Judy gasped and the little girl's eyes instantly swelled up. Her father just hit her.

Quinn rubbed her burning cheek as she began crying. Russell tried to calm his breathing. "Quinn, you do not like girls. Is that correct?"

Quinn remained silent for a moment, not understanding. Her cheek still throbbed and she did not know why she couldn't like another girl. Boys were gross and called her mean things whereas girls were cute and liked the same things she did. But Quinn, with silent tears streaming down her cheeks, looked up at her father who stared her down with defiant eyes and she knew the answer she had to give.

"I like boys, not girls," she choked. "I will go to hell if I like a girl."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief. He brought his hand to his daughter's face, ignoring her flinch, and rubbed it with his thumb in what he considered an apology and then left to the kitchen.

Judy refused to look at her daughter and instead retreated to the kitchen as well, pouring herself a glass of vodka in what would be the first time of many more times after that.

Quinn wiped at her eyes and ran to her bedroom flopping herself on her bed. The next day in school, she would not sit next to Pat but instead next to Josh.