FANFICTION : QUINN/RACHEL : "HOUSE MADE OF PAPER" : PROLOGUE PART III : PG
Title: House Made Of Paper
Pairing: Quinn/Rachel (Eventual)
Characters: Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry, Santana Lopez, Brittany, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Alex Kelly, Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Matt Rutherford, Artie Abrams, Kurt Hummel, Will Schuester, Sue Sylvester, Emma Pillsbury.
Fandom: Glee
Author: Amie
Twitter: HERE
Spoilers: Up to 1x13
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Glee, they belong in Ryan Murphy's toy box.
Word Count: 2,135 (this part) 5,769 (total)
Rating: PG for now, but will eventually become R or NC-17
Summary: AU. As the joy of winning at Sectionals passes, Quinn is abruptly sent away to live with her Grandparents in Los Angeles. Her parents can no longer deal with the embarrassment they feel regarding their Daughter and her pregnancy. Quinn gives birth in LA, and when it is time for her to return to Lima, she has changed more dramatically than any of her old classmates could ever imagine.
Author's Note: This is a fusion of Canon and AU. But it will become completely AU after the prologue. The prologue serves as a back story of sorts, an inside look into the mind of Quinn Fabray. I was attempting to incorporate parts of the show into it,show some more depth and write my own interpretations of Quinn's feelings in that moment. Also, it takes creative liberties with things we actually saw on the show, by entwining them together with my own little scenes. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it. Please do let me know :) Also, the prologue is revealing itself to me as being quite lengthy, so it will be cut into parts. For example, this is the Prologue - Part III. I will stop my rambling now. Fic title is taken from the amazing Ellie Goulding song, "Under The Sheets" (Which I wish Dianna would sing on the show). This is un-betaed, so all mistakes are mine. If you see anything glaring, please shout at me. Shout out to my homies; gleek23, who puts up with my incessant whining at all hours, an_an0maly for the healthy competition we are engaging in. Also Read her fic! jackson_nash for being my number one bbcakes dork partner. And also to mrtoulouse for... well she knows why :D
Author's Note II: I didn't expect the prologue to be as long as it is becoming, she won't actually be heading to LA for a while. So the Volume One fanmix is irrelevant for now. I might make a Prologue fanmix soon, but to be honest, it would probably consist of like, bubblegum pop or something, and I don't know anything about all that crap. Also, chapter title is from the song "Avenue of Criminals" by The Canon Logic
Author's Note III: There have been more updates to the MASTERLIST.
They are Two awesome tattooed!Quinn manips generously made by melwicked and a fantastic drawing of Mike and Quinn made by catching-smoke Seriously, check them out, they're awesome.
Author's Note IV: Thank you to everyone that took the time to comment on the last update. After being laptop-less for an entire week, I am finding that I am in a huge, difficult to dig out of rut with this. Thus, I would really appreciate if you would take a couple of minutes to let me know what you honestly think of this (hell, I'll even take outright bashing) because it is your feedback that inspires the drive in me to continue. Also, you know - lengthy comments make my pants feel dizzy.
House Made of Paper - Prologue - Part III
...We draw the lines between what's physical and fictional
As the school year went on, Quinn found that she was steadily losing herself, and though she was entirely aware of the childhood innocence draining from her body, she was already too compelled with her addiction for power to stop it from happening. She sabotaged the happiness of others to compensate for the emptiness growing inside of her, realising that with every crushing insult delivered, her heart seemed to shrink a little more. She knew she should cease what had become the natural cruelty of her actions, but she was too far gone. Quinn no longer wanted to be the most adored girl walking the halls of McKinley; she wanted to be the most feared.
With Santana and Brittany consistently flanking her side, Quinn’s scathing mockery became harsher; it became a game for her to see how many students she could reduce to tears during the day. She no longer had to physically throw a slushie into someone’s face, her group of devote lackeys was large enough that she simply had to point a finger at an unsuspecting target and there was someone hovering close by to execute the attack.
Despite the fact that Quinn had achieved everything that she had set out to, she was becoming increasingly miserable. Her house was always empty because her parents were either at work or pandering to potential clients in local bars. She missed Grace’s company desperately, but held off from returning her phone calls because she was sure her sister would be disappointed in the person she had become.
She lived by a strict schedule which was difficult to maintain, the Cheerios met for practice every weekday at six am for an hour, two on game day. And whenever Coach Sylvester decided to throw in an extra session after school, for however long she thought necessary. On Wednesdays she attended the meetings of the Christ Crusaders, and the weekends were spent solely at church, or completing her household chores and homework. Coach Sylvester had her eating what felt like nothing, and was constantly taping printed photos of models to the outside of her locker door, each one a smaller dress size than the last. She was permanently exhausted, never able to get the amount of sleep her body required.
Her relationship with Finn was strained; they didn’t really have anything in common apart from the roles they both played in the high school’s hierarchy. Quinn would attempt to regale him with stories of her latest conquest’s grief in the halls, but Finn would shake his head disapprovingly and tell her he wished she’d be kinder. Then he would start to babble on about something trivial such as the differences between the NFL and AFL, leaving Quinn to dwell on how her life was developing.
When she couldn’t stand listening to her own subconscious taunt her for a second longer, she would lean forward and capture Finn’s lips. There were no fireworks exploding behind her closed eyelids, no butterflies mauling each other in her stomach in a bid for freedom. There was nothing, Quinn felt nothing, and it was soothing. She would let him kiss her for a few minutes, only to keep his interest in her alive, never allowing him go any further than clumsily groping at the hem of her cheerleading uniform.
She wasn’t happy; even when performing numerous front handspring, front tuck variations at the Friday night game with a megawatt smile plastered on her face. She was content with what she had, but could never quite quell the thirst for more.
All of a sudden things were changing, rumour around the school was that Mr Ryerson had been fired for molesting a male student and the Spanish teacher, Mr Schuester had taken it upon himself to resurrect the dying glee club. This didn’t affect Quinn directly; at least until Santana had informed her quietly in the locker room after an especially rigorous Cheerios practice that Finn had been recruited into the midst. Quinn was furious, her popularity seemingly threatened. Couldn’t Finn see that joining a singing and dancing band of miscreants was social suicide? Didn’t he care about her at all?
She had stalked the halls until she had found him; at his locker engaged in a conversation with Rachel Berry of all people. Quinn had never expended too much energy on the girl she had first chosen to bully; she just didn’t seem worth it. No matter what the blonde said to her, however personal her verbal attacks hit, the brunette just seemed to brush them off with the same infuriating air of self assurance. The only time she was on Quinn’s radar was either when falling victim to the latest slushie attack or when the cheerleaders gathered together on the bleachers before practice, Quinn’s laptop open before them as they took turns in leaving spiteful comments aimed at Rachel’s parental situation on her Myspace page. The other girl was asking for it though, otherwise she would have quit uploading a new video showcasing her annoyingly arrogant vocal talents every single night.
On that occasion, Quinn had made a quick snarky comment at Rachel regarding her resemblance to a famous drag queen before demanding to know why Finn was talking to her in the first place. She had rolled her eyes as his lips twitched and his eyes darted around, attempting to find something to say. Rachel announced that they were science partners and Quinn left, reminding her boyfriend that he was to join her at Christ Crusaders at five.
When Finn didn’t show for the meeting, Quinn was absolutely livid. Santana nonchalantly mentioned that the glee club had scheduled a rehearsal in the auditorium, and then followed Quinn with unbridled joy when the blonde stormed out of the emptying classroom and down the hallway. They entered the soundproofed room quietly, surprised to find Coach Sylvester gripping the railing of the balcony. She was mumbling something under her breath about the cheerleading budget and her knuckles were turning white. Quinn and Santana daren’t say a word to disturb her, so they silently took a place at her side and watched the activity unfolding on the stage below them.
There were five of them, prancing around the stage singing an outdated 80s song that Quinn may have heard once or twice. Her eyes studied Finn intently; he looked so happy that her stomach tensed with disgust. When the song ended and Mr Schuester began to applaud, the cheerleaders and their coach took the opportunity to retreat out of the room unnoticed. The last thing Quinn heard was the enthusiasm in Finn’s voice as he responded to whatever Mr Schuester had said.
Quinn wasn’t conscious of the fact that as she’d watched Rachel Berry twirl around her boyfriend with unadulterated excitement in her eyes, she had stepped onto the path that would inevitably lead to her downfall. In the days that followed, the situation became increasingly dire. She attempted frivolously to talk Finn into quitting the Glee club, even sinking far enough to try to emasculate him and exploit his sexuality. But he wouldn’t surrender, and Quinn could literally feel her dreams of becoming prom queen shattering with every word he spoke about singing, expression and joy.
She was forced to return her attention to Rachel, who always seemed to be in the vicinity nowadays. She gave the girl fair warning that if she pursued Finn as anything more than another vocalist in her little band of failures, it would not end well. Ignoring the dignified rant that the brunette retaliated with, Quinn discreetly made a hand gesture to Puck and Karofsky who were walking towards them with slushies in hand. As Rachel turned to make her grand retreat from the cheerleader, she was hit in the face with two iced drinks. Quinn laughed heartily, hoping that her message had been clearly received.
It would seem though, that Quinn had underestimated the sheer stupidity of the girl. When she had breezed into the celibacy club meeting that afternoon with her friends, Brittany nudged her arm and looked pointedly at a chair across the room. Rachel was sitting, nervously playing with her hands as she waited for the cheerleaders to take their seats. When the meeting commenced, Quinn quickly discovered that Rachel was completely transparent in her motives for joining them. Using any chance to punish the girl for involving her boyfriend in her pitiful cry for attention, she paired Rachel with Jacob Ben Israel, possibly the only person in the whole of McKinley with a lower social status. They began the immaculate affection, a weekly activity intended to remind teenage boys to practice abstinence.
Rachel had interrupted her, just when she was about to chastise Finn for bursting the inflated balloon held between their bodies. She began a long winded announcement to the room that women wanted sex, just as much as men did. And Quinn’s eyes narrowed as she realised Rachel seemed to be directing her statement at Finn, who was hanging off of every word. Quinn was ready to throttle her, but before she could move Rachel had already left the room.
Quinn had then taken Finn by the hand, desperate to dislodge from his mind from whatever filthy imagery Rachel had placed there. She ignored his awestruck questions about the truth in the brunette’s words, leading him into the darkened science lab. When Finn announced he wasn’t in the mood to do homework, she placed her hands on his chest and pressed him back against the door. She told him that for today only, she was willing to compromise. If he promised to continue to abstain from any sexual behaviour, she would allow him to touch her breast for no longer than five minutes. It was all very formal, but Finn had eagerly agreed. His mouth moved against hers more messily than ever before as he seemed to put all of his concentration into groping roughly at her chest. She closed her eyes and kissed him back robotically, counting to three hundred in her head.
When she reached two hundred and forty seven, she couldn’t stand another second. She pulled back and pushed his hand out from beneath her cheerleading top, refraining from slapping the dazed look from his face. He kissed her once more on the cheek before stumbling out of the room, calling over his shoulder that he was going to be late for the assembly run through. Quinn wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, readjusted her bra and felt decidedly unclean. But at least Finn had seemed satisfied enough, for now. She took a moment to sit down on one of the stools and say a short prayer, asking God to forgive her for what she had just done, assuring him that it was completely necessary in ensuring her overall happiness.
Principal Figgins had made it abundantly clear that all students and faculty members should attend the impromptu assembly after school. Quinn sat amongst the Cheerios, stifling her laughter every time Coach Sylvester would voice a particularly amusing observation of Mr Schuester’s hairstyle. She yawned in genuine boredom when the newly appointed vocal director mentioned that they were looking for new members to register their interest in the club.
As soon as the curtains parted, Quinn’s jaw slackened. Rachel Berry had the audacity to be on a stage, in the presence of the entire school, bent over at the waist suggestively in front of Finn’s crotch. The music started and the blonde could feel her eyes drying up, the ability to blink apparently lost. It got worse, a lot worse. The lyrics were describing fornication, the dance moves nothing more than a theatrical display of lewd sexual positions. She could feel her face burning, the eyes of those around her watching her nervously as Rachel lowered herself to her knees behind Artie Abrams’ wheelchair, only the top of her head and her hand visible as she ran it down the front of Finn’s stomach.
Her fingernails were cutting into her palms, she had never been so angry or embarrassed in her life. Surprising to even her, she had also felt a twinge of hurt, knowing that she had disgraced herself in the science room minutes ago to appease Finn and now he was out here making her look like a complete idiot in front of everyone. More than once she thought she caught Rachel watching her, the brunette smirking whilst she continued to make Quinn cringe with the disgustingly perverted choreography. She was going to kill Rachel Berry, she was going to annihilate her, or at least make the remainder of her high school experience as painful as physically possible. When the crowd immaturely exploded with applause, Quinn calmly stood and left the assembly hall.
...To be continued.