Love&War. 1/?
Okay, so you guys know about Rainbow Slushied, right? Well if you don't, it's a fic I've been working on about Quinn kinda sorta crushing on the new student, Santana! The thing is... I'm not really feeling this fic anymore. I'm not good at writing about high school and the chapters don't really flow the way they should. So... I've decided to discontinue it. Anyways, the point is that this is the sequel I was planning. I think you'll like this much better!:)
Love&War.
Life never goes the way you expect it, Quinn Fabray could tell you herself. Once, she was on top of the world... or at least, Lima. Now, not so much. Actually, right now, her life kind of sucks... kind of really sucks. The thing is, it didn't for a while, the last four years were the best of her life... it's just the last three months that's got her down. After graduation, she boarded a plane, not sticking around long enough to take the pictures and hear the goodbyes. This expedition was clearly financed by her parents, the Fabrays would've promised her the world if she'd go to medical school, she settled for California. Quinn had no intention of becoming a doctor, but she saw her opportunity to get out of hell and took it. The constant lying was a small price to pay.
University was a wild ride. She really found herself through her new college experiences, despite the occasional drunken blur of a night. Speaking of which, did you know that she can hold her liquor like a goddamn, motherfuckin' beer pong champ? Well, she can. She's also a wiz at the keg stand. But besides that, she's really good at graphic design. Who would've thunk, from cheerleader to computer geek, right? It's all good though, it doesn't get in the way of her game. Why would she need game, you may ask. Because she plays on both teams! Yep, Quinn Fabray is openly bi, but that's no shocker. Tell you a secret, she likes girls way better. She's had several girlfriends with one or two boyfriends here and there, but nothing serious. They all said that they couldn't deal with the fact that she didn't like to "get too close." They were right though; she never really got over Santana and probably never will... so she never maintained a long lasting relationship for that reason. If not for the fact that she was emotionally unavailable, they probably broke it off with her because they realized she wasn't going to put out, that was mostly the boys though... Jerks.
As you can see, life was pretty sweet... up until her parents insisted on coming to visit after they missed her graduation. Long story short, they were throwing word after word of medical lingo in her face while discussing the prospects of different medical schools and graduate programs. Quinn, being the smart person she was, answered with an unsure shrug and a "no se." They came to the obvious conclusion that she had been lying to them, so they stormed out of her apartment and back to Lima... or that's what Quinn thought. The next day they came back to talk things out, but they never got the chance because they walked in on her and her then girlfriend in a heated lip lock. Needless to say, they freaked out a million times more than they did before. Of course you could see why, the previous day their daughter had just given up becoming a doctor, to which there could be many other successful career alternatives. Then the next day they learn that Quinn was going to spend the rest of her life in the rainbow flames of an eternal hell. They were very... very pissed. So after words of disappointment and hate, they took their leave, for good this time. Quinn felt bad that she cared more that this meant that her checks weren't coming than losing her own parents. Still, it wasn't like they ever cared for her the way they should have. Money was the only way they showed their affection, so when the money stopped, so did the love.
Three months later and Quinn Fabray finally felt the effects of not having her parents' financial backing. She lost her job to the struggling economy and didn't have the cash to pay rent, so she was thus kicked out and homeless. Luckily, her friends let her stay with them, but one after another, she started to outstay her welcome. She moved from apartment to apartment, friend to friend, until she ran out of options. She's been sleeping in her mini cooper for the past two weeks now with only that crappy car and a backseat/ trunk full of clothes to her name; the rest of her things had been sold to keep herself afloat. And as you probably figured out, living in a car does not help with job hunting. She'd always showed up late or dirty to an interview that some graduate student, that was better qualified, would always beat her to. Has she tried to get a job at a fast food joint or something? Yes, yes she has. The problem with those places is that, unlike in the professional jobs she's gone out for, she's overqualified. They want high school kids that don't question anything and work for real cheap, not some college grad that can't stomach the idea of serving people.
This was her last chance, Dance Dance Studios. She's kept up with her exercises and had the abs to prove it, even danced at the clubs from time to time. She was sure that with a little help and a little time she could pick it up again, as long as they gave her the chance. That was all she needed right now, someone to believe in her.
Before she stepped into the place, she looked at her reflection in the tinted glass of the front doors and straightened out her baggy T-shirt and sweat pants. She looked like a mess, a hot mess, but a mess nonetheless. The stress had gotten to her and showed in her sad, hazel eyes, the bags under those beautiful eyes, and the slight frown etched on her face. But still, she put on her best smile and prepared herself for the worst.
The interior was elegant and modern with its dark, hard wood floors, mirrored walls, and a single wall of stainless glass that let the natural light in. This was a legit dance studio and it scared the shit out of her.
"Hey, can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm here for the job interview."
"Just go through the door in the back and down the hall. There'll be a row of seats along the wall, take one and she'll be with you in a bit. I think she's just finishing up."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Feel free to ask me if you need anything else." She gave Quinn a pleasant smile. "Oh, and I hope you do well."
She followed the directions to find a row of empty chairs. Shit, she was late... again! Several minutes later, a man came out of the room looking pretty pleased with himself. Great! Quinn sits for roughly ten minutes, feeling the pressure of this one interview weigh heavily on her mind. This could really make it or break it for her, she didn't know what she'd do if she didn't get the job. Another ten minutes pass and she's sure the interviewer is unaware of her presence in the hallway, so she reluctantly gets up and knocks on the door.
"Come in."
She walks in to find a women sitting behind a desk, engrossed in a folder that was held up, covering her face. The desk was barely visible under stacks of what seemed like head shots and resumes. It was all very intimidating.
"Um, excuse me. I'm here for the interview." Quinn spat out, nervously.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was still out there." She knew that voice. When the women put down the folder, it was confirmed.
"Brittany."
"Quinn?" Oh, shit!
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Do you like it? It's better than Rainbow Slushied, isn't it?:D Oh and I'm sorry I've gone m.i.a. for a while, just finished up with school!
Love&War.
Life never goes the way you expect it, Quinn Fabray could tell you herself. Once, she was on top of the world... or at least, Lima. Now, not so much. Actually, right now, her life kind of sucks... kind of really sucks. The thing is, it didn't for a while, the last four years were the best of her life... it's just the last three months that's got her down. After graduation, she boarded a plane, not sticking around long enough to take the pictures and hear the goodbyes. This expedition was clearly financed by her parents, the Fabrays would've promised her the world if she'd go to medical school, she settled for California. Quinn had no intention of becoming a doctor, but she saw her opportunity to get out of hell and took it. The constant lying was a small price to pay.
University was a wild ride. She really found herself through her new college experiences, despite the occasional drunken blur of a night. Speaking of which, did you know that she can hold her liquor like a goddamn, motherfuckin' beer pong champ? Well, she can. She's also a wiz at the keg stand. But besides that, she's really good at graphic design. Who would've thunk, from cheerleader to computer geek, right? It's all good though, it doesn't get in the way of her game. Why would she need game, you may ask. Because she plays on both teams! Yep, Quinn Fabray is openly bi, but that's no shocker. Tell you a secret, she likes girls way better. She's had several girlfriends with one or two boyfriends here and there, but nothing serious. They all said that they couldn't deal with the fact that she didn't like to "get too close." They were right though; she never really got over Santana and probably never will... so she never maintained a long lasting relationship for that reason. If not for the fact that she was emotionally unavailable, they probably broke it off with her because they realized she wasn't going to put out, that was mostly the boys though... Jerks.
As you can see, life was pretty sweet... up until her parents insisted on coming to visit after they missed her graduation. Long story short, they were throwing word after word of medical lingo in her face while discussing the prospects of different medical schools and graduate programs. Quinn, being the smart person she was, answered with an unsure shrug and a "no se." They came to the obvious conclusion that she had been lying to them, so they stormed out of her apartment and back to Lima... or that's what Quinn thought. The next day they came back to talk things out, but they never got the chance because they walked in on her and her then girlfriend in a heated lip lock. Needless to say, they freaked out a million times more than they did before. Of course you could see why, the previous day their daughter had just given up becoming a doctor, to which there could be many other successful career alternatives. Then the next day they learn that Quinn was going to spend the rest of her life in the rainbow flames of an eternal hell. They were very... very pissed. So after words of disappointment and hate, they took their leave, for good this time. Quinn felt bad that she cared more that this meant that her checks weren't coming than losing her own parents. Still, it wasn't like they ever cared for her the way they should have. Money was the only way they showed their affection, so when the money stopped, so did the love.
Three months later and Quinn Fabray finally felt the effects of not having her parents' financial backing. She lost her job to the struggling economy and didn't have the cash to pay rent, so she was thus kicked out and homeless. Luckily, her friends let her stay with them, but one after another, she started to outstay her welcome. She moved from apartment to apartment, friend to friend, until she ran out of options. She's been sleeping in her mini cooper for the past two weeks now with only that crappy car and a backseat/ trunk full of clothes to her name; the rest of her things had been sold to keep herself afloat. And as you probably figured out, living in a car does not help with job hunting. She'd always showed up late or dirty to an interview that some graduate student, that was better qualified, would always beat her to. Has she tried to get a job at a fast food joint or something? Yes, yes she has. The problem with those places is that, unlike in the professional jobs she's gone out for, she's overqualified. They want high school kids that don't question anything and work for real cheap, not some college grad that can't stomach the idea of serving people.
This was her last chance, Dance Dance Studios. She's kept up with her exercises and had the abs to prove it, even danced at the clubs from time to time. She was sure that with a little help and a little time she could pick it up again, as long as they gave her the chance. That was all she needed right now, someone to believe in her.
Before she stepped into the place, she looked at her reflection in the tinted glass of the front doors and straightened out her baggy T-shirt and sweat pants. She looked like a mess, a hot mess, but a mess nonetheless. The stress had gotten to her and showed in her sad, hazel eyes, the bags under those beautiful eyes, and the slight frown etched on her face. But still, she put on her best smile and prepared herself for the worst.
The interior was elegant and modern with its dark, hard wood floors, mirrored walls, and a single wall of stainless glass that let the natural light in. This was a legit dance studio and it scared the shit out of her.
"Hey, can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm here for the job interview."
"Just go through the door in the back and down the hall. There'll be a row of seats along the wall, take one and she'll be with you in a bit. I think she's just finishing up."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Feel free to ask me if you need anything else." She gave Quinn a pleasant smile. "Oh, and I hope you do well."
She followed the directions to find a row of empty chairs. Shit, she was late... again! Several minutes later, a man came out of the room looking pretty pleased with himself. Great! Quinn sits for roughly ten minutes, feeling the pressure of this one interview weigh heavily on her mind. This could really make it or break it for her, she didn't know what she'd do if she didn't get the job. Another ten minutes pass and she's sure the interviewer is unaware of her presence in the hallway, so she reluctantly gets up and knocks on the door.
"Come in."
She walks in to find a women sitting behind a desk, engrossed in a folder that was held up, covering her face. The desk was barely visible under stacks of what seemed like head shots and resumes. It was all very intimidating.
"Um, excuse me. I'm here for the interview." Quinn spat out, nervously.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know anyone was still out there." She knew that voice. When the women put down the folder, it was confirmed.
"Brittany."
"Quinn?" Oh, shit!
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Do you like it? It's better than Rainbow Slushied, isn't it?:D Oh and I'm sorry I've gone m.i.a. for a while, just finished up with school!