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June 4, 2011
6:00 p.m.
Berry: Quinn, I am just checking up on you to see how you are doing since the incident at the Lima Bean. Please acknowledge that you have received my message and respond back.
9:06 p.m.
Berry: Please, Quinn. Kurt said he has yet to hear from you and, of course, Santana will not tell me anything about the situation. I would really like to hear from you and know that you are not doing anything rash after your most recent encounter.
June 5, 2011
1:00 p.m.
Berry: Good afternoon, Quinn! I hope you have a fantastic day and I anticipate a phone call from you today. Take care.
June 6, 2011
9:01 a.m.
Berry: Quinn! This is very unlike you! Usually you always respond to me, even if it is with sarcasm or idle insults. I care about you.
June 7, 2011
12:36 p.m.
Berry: Hello, Quinn. A few of us Glee-clubbers are having a musical movie marathon tomorrow and I would like to extend an invitation out to you. Please come?
June 8, 2011
7:12 a.m.
Berry: No one has heard form you in a few days. I wish to hear from you soon.
7:29 a.m.
Quinn: I'm fine.
June 5, 2011
The door creaked open as Quinn walked through the front door of her house. She did not come home yesterday, but opted to stay the night at Santana's after coloring her hair. Quinn had to admit she looked hot - or as Santana said, "Totally fuckable" - with the bright pink hair and the nose ring definitely added its own element. She passed a mirror in the hallway and doubled back to look at herself.
Definitely need different clothes, she thought while tugging at her blouse. She had on a long, pale yellow skirt, gray top and a white short-sleeve cardigan, all which clashed with her new hair. She'd have to fix that and get new clothes later.
Quinn's phone vibrated in her hand and saw that Rachel was again texting her. She stared at the text, remembering the way the brunette's hands felt on her face and how Quinn had tilted into her embrace. The girl huffed in frustration as heat spread throughout her body for some unexplained reason. Rubbing her eyes - trying to get rid of the memory - she deleted Rachel's text.
Ascending up the stairs, Quinn was a foot away from her bedroom when she heard an audible gasp. Judy stood at the end of the hallway, hands clutching a coffee mug, the older woman's face aghast as she took in Quinn's appearance.
"What have you done?" Judy gaped.
Quinn stiffened, her hand never leaving her bedroom door knob in case she needs to quickly hide in there. "Wanted a change," she smirked. "How do I look?"
"This - I -" her mother's mouth remained opened like a fish as she swayed backwards. "What - Why? Why?"
Quinn shrugged. "I was tired of being daddy's little golden child, something I could clearly never be. As evidence of yesterday." She muttered the last part to herself.
"But your hair!" Judy whined, reaching out to touch the pink. "And - Is that a nose ring? This is ridiculous, sweetheart. We can go to the hair parlor today and get it back to your gorgeous blonde. And take out that ring!"
Quinn swiped away the older blonde's arm. "No. I actually think I look good in it. And plenty of women have nose piercings. It's pretty common nowadays."
"But, honey. What do you think people are going to think? I mean, you look like -" Judy snapped her mouth shut. Mother and daughter stood at a standstill until the older lady forced a smile which irked Quinn.
"What, mom? What do I look like?" she pressed.
Judy still smiled sweetly as she shook her head. "Nothing, dear. You just don't look like the daughter I know."
"No," Quinn gritted. "That is not what you were going to say. What. Do. I. Look. Like
"...You just look a little lesbian."
Quinn stared at her mother in disbelief that she would actually say that in the house; that taboo word. "Jeez, I cannot believe you would actually say that. Like anyone in this family could be gay, or heck, pregnant at 16 or -"
"Quinnie, I just don't want you do be giving off the wrong idea to people, that is all."
The young girl scoffed. "The wrong idea to whom, mom? The women at church or the country club? It's just a change of look. It means nothing!"
Silence enveloped the both of them. Judy couldn't refute that she was worried about the Fabray reputation with their social group for that would be a lie. And Quinn refused to give into her mother. Finally, after several minutes of a stare down, Quinn was sick of the silence.
"I just wanted to piss of dad, ok? Just let me do this, please."
"Alright, alright," replied Judy, biting her lip. "I do not like it at all. It's very - what do they call it? - well, butch. But you are the one who wants this, so you can deal with... the people. Ok?"
Quinn shook her head. "Whatever. Thank you, I guess."
Judy studied Quinn for one more moment before turning to go back down stairs. Quinn retreated to her bedroom, yelling "And that better be coffee in that mug!" at her mother before slamming the door shut~.
The pink-haired girl slipped off her flats and tossed them in the closet before surveying herself in the mirror. She tossed around her hair and put on some lip gloss before looking again back at her reflection. "I do not look like a lesbian," she murmured.
June 8, 2011
Her back arched up as fingers danced across her body as hot breath panted into her neck. The blonde's hand fisted in a mane of dark hair as she brought the head up to her and captured the plump lips. Quinn bit down on the girl's bottom lip and chuckled before slipping in her tongue.
The blonde flipped them over so she was on top and the brunette writhed beneath her as Quinn's hand scaled down the olive skin. She rested her own forehead on the girl's own and peered into the chocolate eyes.
"You're amazing, you know that?" the blonde whispered against those lips.
The darker skinned girl grasped at the Quinn's back, leaving possible scratch marks, making Quinn hiss in pleasure.
"Please," the brunette whimpered before entwining their legs.
The blonde replied by nipping at her ear and then trailing her tongue down the girl's neck. "Please, what?"
The brunette was now the one arching off the bed. "Please," she cried out, "I need -"
Quinn jolted awake as a beeping noise filled her ear. She glanced at her clocked and groaned when she read it was 7:12 a.m. She lay in her bed for a minute before the guilt washed over her as she recalled her vivid dream.
She sat up with her elbows on her knees and pace in her hands as she shut her eyes to will away the images of her dream. The brim of her forehead was trickling sweat and arousal had filled her body from the unwanted but satisfying dream. Quinn breathed in and out, trying not to rub her legs together, but nothing helped and she still felt hot and dirty.
Sobs shook the ex-cheerleader's body as the ache between her legs did not dull; only giving evidence to Quinn that on some level she enjoyed the dream. Quinn's shaky hands wiped off the sweat from her forehead before tearing off her shirt to let the air cool her down and she wrapped her arms around herself.
"That was not me, that was not me, that was not me," she chanted over and over again, trying to convince herself that it was not actually her in the dream with another woman. It was a blonde and a brunette, and I am not neither blonde nor brunette, she told herself. Shaking her head, Quinn knew that it did not make any difference. Her cheeks remained tear-stained, but the blonde had stopped crying.
Finally, after many minutes, Quinn reached to grab her phone which was the cause of what woke her up in the first place. She flipped it open to see Rachel had texted her again.
Berry: No one has heard form you in a few days. I wish to hear from you soon.
Quinn's fingers texted "I'm fine" and tossed the phone back on her dresser. She had just climbed back into her sheets when her ringtone sang. The blonde, already off to a frustrating morning, growled before angrily whipping the phone back open.
"What?"
"Quinn!" the singer chirped on the other side. "Good morning! I'm glad you finally decided to talk to me."
Quinn pinched her nose. "Hey, Berry. Did you need something?"
"Not exactly. Because I consider you a dear friend of mine, I wanted to double-check and make sure you received my invite to musical movie night tonight. It will be fun and relaxing." The brunette paused before adding, "I also wanted to see how you are feeling since your encounter with your father. I assume instances like that can be troubling and I just want you to know that I am here for you."
"Rachel," she sighed. "He was just being Russell Fabray, ok? I've dealt with him before. His own homophobia flipped out at seeing me with Blaine and Kurt. And before you jump on me, I'm not saying anything bad about the two boys. Just that, you know, my father doesn't exactly... like them. And wishes I would not be around them."
Rachel remained silent and Quinn thought she had lost her. Right as she was about to shut the phone off, Rachel spoke again, sounding a little hesitant. "Does he - in his own warped and judgmental way - have any reason to perhaps be concerned about you hanging out with homosexuals?"
Hands gripped the cell phone tighter as Quinn tried to decipher what Rachel meant. Various people passed through her mind, from Santana to Brittany, to Blaine and Kurt, to Rachel - why was she thinking about Rachel? - and to Pat. Pat. Quinn didn't like to think about her. The blonde's mind then went back into the dreams, just like the one she just had, the dreams which had been frequenting her recently. She forced all thoughts out of her head before replying.
"No," said Quinn finally. "He doesn't have any reason."
"Ok," Rachel said quietly. "Ok, Quinn. Anyway, movie tonight at my place if you would like to join. Have a good day, Quinn."
Quinn crawled back into bed to sleep for a couple more hours, hoping that only boring dreams would fill her mind.
June 12, 2011
Quinn sat by the front door, trying up her black converse while waiting for her mom to appear to take them both to church. After raiding both Santana's and Brittany's closets for clothes yesterday, she had brought home an armful of new clothing to wear to better match her new appearance.
She heard heels clicking on the hardwood floor and she looked up to see her mother in a light blue dress, white belt, and white pearls. Quinn stood up, flattening her shirt, arms out as Judy looked her over with a frown.
The ex-cheerio had chosen to wear black converse with black skinny jeans, a white v-neck shirt and a black vest which remained unbuttoned. The older woman said nothing as she walked out the door to the car and Quinn followed.
They both walked into the church and Quinn noticed that her mother stepped farther away from her than usual. A pang of hurt hit Quinn, but she ignored it as she spotted Sam and his siblings on the far left-side of the pews.
"Meet me at the car at the end of the service, Quinn," she heard her mother say to her as she walked towards Sam.
She plopped down loudly next to Sam but kept her back towards him. Sam, being the ever gentleman he is, tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Sam. I don't think we've ever - oh my gosh you are Quinn," he exclaimed as she turned around grinning. "Wow! This is, uh, this is a big change here."
Quinn flipped her bangs out of her eyes. "Yeah. Just thought, heck, why not? People change, right? Plus, my mom flipped which was priceless."
The small young girl peered around Sam before. "Quinn! You look so cool!" squealed the little girl. She hopped over Sam and climbed onto Quinn's lap.
Quinn laughed and kissed the top of the girl's head. "Thanks, Stacey."
Quinn tried to ignore the whispers and the furtive glances which were thrown her way by some of the elderly woman in the front pews, but she couldn't help it when she clenched her jaw in annoyance.
"So I went out this weekend with Elizabeth," Sam was saying, reeling Quinn back in.
She tore her eyes away from the women to look at Sam. "Cheerleader Elizabeth?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, the one you introduced me to. We just went out to lunch, no big thing, but she is pretty cool. And she told me she dressed up once as Princess Leia for Halloween with is way awesome."
"She's not as awesome as you," interrupted Stacey.
Quinn chuckled again and rustled the little girl's hair. "I bet she isn't, but Sammie still likes her. And Sammie needs someone who is good to him."
"And you aren't good to him?"
Quinn opened her mouth to respond, but quickly shut it when she didn't know what to say to Stacey. Sam gave her a lopsided smile and shrugged. "Quinn was good to me, it just didn't work out."
"Plus, Sam and I are much better as friends. And he's not really my type anyway, I don't think. Too blonde."
Both Stacey and Sam stared.
"What is your type, then?" asked Sam.
Quinn remained silent as she thought. She tugged at her jeans, not really knowing how to answer. I just put myself in an awkward situation, Quinn thought. Stupid. It was true, about Sam being too blonde. Quinn always thought it odd that Sam and she could have passed as brother and sister. She had never really been attracted to another blonde.
"Dark hair," Quinn finally said. Chocolate colored eyes swarmed her vision, as well as toned, olive legs, but she ignored that. Dark hair could be her type. Finn and Puck both had darker hair.
Her attention was directed up front as the preacher reached the pulpit. Stacey hopped off Quinn's legs and went back to her seat by her older brother. Sam reached and squeezed Quinn's hand briefly before turning his gaze back to the front of the church.
Quinn clutched her cross necklace in her right hand, repeating a prayer in her head over and over that tonight, when she sleeps, she will not dream. And as the preacher quoted Matthew 7:7, " Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened to you," she hoped it true.
A.N. Thank you for those who have read so far! If you felt this chapter was slightly filler, don't worry - fun moments next chapter!