I Can Be Your Strength (Reboot) Pt. 6
Title: I Can Be Your Strength [REBOOT] Part 6
Author: Me
Length: ~2000
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Kinda AU, all episodes just to be safe
Summary: A lot happens during the start of Rachel's senior year, more than she could handle after she hears the news from her doctor. It shatters all the dreams she had for the future. Quinn also finds herself in a troubling situation on coming to terms with what she is and what she wants to become. The two look to each other for friendship, but neither is willing to bring down their walls. When Rachel really needs someone, will Quinn be there to save her?
Warning: This is gonna be pretty angsty. So..if you don't like that, TURN AWAY! But there will be nice parts so...just read it =D
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: this is a reboot of I Can Be Your Strength starting from the beginning. This chapter contains an OC. Rachel chapter will be next.
Quinn reluctantly joined her parents for dinner. Her father hadn't moved back, but he apologized to both of them for his behavior. Quinn forgave him, how could she not, but she still felt uncomfortable about the current situation. Usually dinner was Quinn grabbing her plate and heading to her room, but that wasn't the case when her father came over. So, Quinn chewed and swallowed; every now and then she would tune into their conversation. She knew her mother was thinking about getting back with him and Quinn wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Part of her was reluctant to have her father back at the house. Things were calmer without him and she felt on edge whenever he was near her. She was still willing to regain their relationship back.
"How are things going?" Russell asked Quinn.
She glanced at her mother, than back at her father. She knew her mother had told him what happened at school a few weeks ago.
"Good," she answered, looking back down at her plate.
"I wanted to talk to you about your slip up -"
Quinn pursed her lips, still refusing to meet her father's glance. "I wouldn't call it a slip up. It would have been much worse if I hadn't gotten out of there when I did."
"Right," Russell responded clearing his throat, "but I think next time -"
"There won't be a next time," Quinn dropped her fork and looked up. "I have it under control."
"If something like that ever happens again, I just want you to call your mother or me, understood?" Russell's voice was not angry, which surprised Quinn.
"You two were working, what difference would it have made if I called either one of you?"
"Well -"
"The office puts me on hold," Quinn directed to Judy, "and you're always with a patient. I couldn't just get out of Glee and walk home because that's not allowed. I couldn't just get my car and drive home because that's not allowed. It's lucky I managed to even call someone because using my cellphone, that's not allowed either."
Judy looked to her daughter with pleading eyes. She didn't want this dinner to turn into an argument.
"Next time, Marissa might be busy or -"
"She's always there for me," Quinn spat, standing up from her seat. "She understands what I'm going through."
"Quinnie, please," Judy's voice whispered.
"We're your parents! You're acting as if we don't know what you're going through. We're supporting you 100%. We're going through this together." Russel regained his authoritative voice again.
"I know, I know," Quinn said shutting her eyes, calming herself down. "But she's the one who's there with me during therapy and -"
"We tried family therapy, you chose to end it."
"All right! I'm the bad guy. I'm the horrible monster in this family of angels!" Quinn snapped and headed to her room
"Quinn, did you -" Judy started softly
"Yes!" Her daughter snarled stomping up the stairs.
Russell sat back into his seat, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples. Judy took a sip of the glass of water, tempted to open the bottle of wine. The two looked at each other and Russell leaned forward with his hands clasped on the table.
"I just want to make sure she's improving, Judy."
She nodded in understanding. "I know."
"When she acts like that," he pointed behind him, "it makes me wonder if it's really working. I mean, what do they even do there?"
"She's always happy to go. You can't take that away from her."
"What's the point if it's not working, Judy? She still acts the same."
"She's trying."
"Is she? Is she really, Judy? I mean, you've always spoiled her. She always got what she wanted. I mean, I come back and look how she is!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Her hair! Why did she cut it? Her clothes! Why -"
"Don't, Russell."
He sighed and lowered his head. Judy couldn't help but think how great that wine sounded about now.
"I just want my Quinn back." Russell's voice lowered. "Every time I see her, I see someone I don't recognize. I don't see Lucy or Quinn. I see some stranger. And that tattoo? Parenting is something you were never good at, Judy."
The woman scoffed and stood up. Meanwhile, Quinn sat on the top of the stairs listening. She heard what her father had said. He hasn't changed one bit. She stood up and entered her room. She didn't need to hear how much she had disappointed her father. Every time the three of them met up, it always ended with arguments. Quinn was tired of that. Her mother wasn't the best, but she was supportive. When Quinn came back from New York with the bob, she was sure that Judy would flip, but her mother said her hair looked nice. She was supportive of every decision Quinn made. Despite her inability to stand up for herself sometimes, Quinn admired her mother's openness. She knew Judy loved her.
Sighing, Quinn reached over for the house phone and dialed Marissa's number. It was getting dark, but she wanted to get out of the house. She really didn't care if her father was against it and she knew her mother would be fine. She trusted Quinn to do the right thing after everything that happened.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Lucy-Q?"
Quinn chuckled. "Yeah."
"What's up?"
"C-can we meet up?"
"You mean can I go get you?"
"Yeah, sorry. I -"
"Of course I can! Are you home?"
"Where else would I be?"
"Don't get snappy with me. I'll be right there. I am walking out of my house right now."
"Do you have a sixth sense that knows when I need you to come get me? Or are my calls that predictable?"
"Predictable? You? Yeah right."
Quinn heard the start of the car engine from the phone. She started searching for her sneakers.
"You shouldn't be driving and on the phone. It can lead to an accident." Quinn teased.
"I live for the thrill," Marissa chuckled then cursed under her breath. "That kid came out of nowhere I swear!"
Quinn laughed and almost dropped her phone. She held it up to her ear to hear Marissa giggling on the other line.
"You're not funny."
"I think I tickle a funny bone every now and then."
Quinn slipped on her shoes and remained silent.
"You ready, Q?"
"I'm putting on my shoes."
"Okay. Be there in a few. I'm driving like a madwoman right now."
"Don't you always?"
"Touché, my little buffet," Marissa spoke in an exaggerated and horrible French accent.
"God, I'm friends with you why?"
"Because - shit! I gotta go."
"Oh my god, you better not have hit something. Bye."
Marissa luckily arrived after Russell had left for the night. Quinn didn't bother saying goodbye to her father as he left the house. After his departure, Quinn notified Judy of her plans. Her mother had no problem with the fact that Quinn was leaving, but Marissa's cell phone number was given to Judy just in case. Quinn kissed her mother on the cheek, an action she rarely did, and left with her friend. The two girls were unable to decide on where to go and so Marissa continued driving until they realized the two were close to the park they frequented. Quinn voiced her worries of perverts lurking in the bushes at night to which Marissa replied, "I think your guns would scare them away." So, when they reached the empty parking lot, they found the park lights were off except for the ones near the restrooms. Too chicken to take a walk, both girls just got on top of the hood of Marissa's car and looked up at the night sky. They spoke to each other, but mostly stayed silent. It was comfortable silence, something Quinn could never have enough of.
"I'd call it a Quinn sense," Marissa breathed, her hands underneath her head as a pillow.
Quinn turned and quirked an eyebrow at the thespian who kept her eyes on the sky.
"What?"
"You asked me earlier if I had a sixth sense," Marissa turned her head to face Quinn. "I'd call it Quinn sense. Get it? Fifth sense, except it's Quinn sense."
The older girl remained silent, a small smirk creeping up on her lips.
"Or you know, instead of Spidey Sense, it's Quinn Sense! My Quinn Sense is tingling," Marissa said than touched her left temple with two fingers and shut her eyes.
"I don't recall ever agreeing to these dorky moments with you," Quinn responded then turned her attention back to the stars.
"Well, that's why you read the fine print." The thespian mumbled, following suit.
The older teen chuckled, amused by Marissa's behavior. She met the redhead through group therapy, but the Fabrays went to the church that Marissa's father was a minister of. She never saw the younger girl as anything other than the minister's daughter and the awkward teenager that sang in the church choir. Quinn presumed her awkwardness was removed by joining drama. Marissa's voice in the choir was amazing, but Quinn admitted to poking fun at the gangly teen when she was with Sam at church. Marissa's father, according to the girl herself was worse than Russell. He added to her low self-esteem. She confided in Quinn that her father never praised her on anything. It was always about her older sister, which is pretty much how Quinn felt with Frannie.
Marissa grabbed Quinn's arm, which woke the blond up from her thoughts. She pulled the inked wrist closer and held it up toward the sky.
"You're such a bad ass for getting this."
"No, it was impulsive and stupid."
"Hey," the younger girl shrugged and turned to look up at Quinn, who kept her hazel eyes to the stars. "At least it wasn't an I love Finn or I love Puck." Quinn turned and glared at Marissa with feigned anger. The girl giggled and sat up, still holding the pale wrist. "Or, I love Sam. It has meaning, right?"
"Yes," the blond grumbled and jerked her arm back as she sat up as well
Marissa was well known in the topic of Quinn's history. She knew everything that had happened. She knew that Quinn got pregnant at sixteen and gave her baby for adoption. She knew how Quinn cheated on Finn with Puck and then Sam with Finn. She knew that Quinn was a horrible bully to Rachel. Marissa knew everything. When she would visit the older girl's house, Quinn showed the thespian McKinley's yearbook, thus giving faces to the names. Out of all her boyfriends, she thought Sam was the cutest, to which the blond responded that he was also the sweetest. Unlike Quinn, Marissa had no relationship experience. Her father was dead set on the redhead being a celibate until marriage. The younger girl claimed she had gotten relationship offers, but never felt a pull to be in one.
"I wish you went to McKinley," Quinn whispered, looking down at her feet.
Marissa turned her head up with a smirk.
"Oh do you now," her grin faded as she saw the older girl was serious. "Me too. I hate Crawford."
"You don't like the performances the Warblers give you?" Quinn teased.
"By the time you get to your third or fourth year, you either are sick of them or you have found your interest in our choir," Quinn glanced up at the thespian, who was smirking, "and it's not because of our choir's records if you get what I mean," Marissa muttered and nudged the older girl's arm with her elbow. Upon seeing confusion etched on the blond's face, she clarified, "You're gay!"
Quinn moved back and her mouth opened in surprise and her eyebrows skyrocketed up her forehead.
"No, I'm not!"
"No," the younger girl snorted. "I mean the girls at Crawford go gay for the girls in our choir."
"Oh," the blond mumbled and looked away.
Quinn had never asked Marissa's sexual preference, but presumed she was interested in men. She never stated otherwise. Quinn then remembered when Santana came looking to her for help. Quinn thought that was the strangest thing to do. What would a Christian girl know that some gay help website wouldn't? But she still helped Santana come to terms with her sexuality. Quinn never had a problem with it. So what if her best friends were in love with each other? It did look one-sided now, but Quinn was positive that Santana would get Brittany back by the end of their senior year. They loved each other too much. That realization of love made Quinn feel so alone. She had friends, but she desperately wanted someone to hold her, kiss her. She didn't want to be afraid of being abandoned, of being hurt. She sighed deeply, revealing her longing. A tug on her hair woke her from her thoughts. She immediately backhanded the receding arm.
"Stop with your hair pulling!" Quinn laughed
"Oh, it doesn't hurt."
A perfectly sculpted eyebrow was raised in disagreement. Marissa rolled her grey eyes and scooted closer to the blond. Her hands went for the short blond hair, to which Quinn put up no resistance to.
"I think you're in love with my hair."
"Too bad we can't marry," the younger girl joked and started to move the hair around. "It reminds me of my dog's fur."
"Gee, you really know how to compliment a girl."
"Well, you really now how to take a compliment!" Marissa grumbled and leaned back.
Quinn looked up into her eyebrows, pretending to try to look at her hair.
"Why'd you have to mess up my hair?"
"No, no! Don't touch it. It's in a fauxhawk. You look like a bad ass right now," Marissa nodded and ultimately burst out laughing. "It looks like sex hair!"
"Guess I found my new hair stylist," Quinn teased.
"I'm your man," Marissa responded, "just look at my beautiful hair."
Quinn growled and leaned forward to attack the red curls. Marissa giggled as she felt the older girl ruffle her red hair and she reached over to do the same thing to the blond hair in front of her. Both girls ended up making a mess out of each others' hair. They laid on the car one more time, tired, but each wearing a grin. Quinn was happy, she had forgotten all of the troubles that had happened during dinner and was now laying peacefully looking up at stars. She turned her head to face Marissa, who had a pool of tangled red hair around her head.
"Thanks," Quinn spoke softly.
"No problem, Lucy-Q."
Quinn smiled and looked back to the sky. She shut her eyes, enjoying the night. She had never felt more herself with anyone. At least herself in a good way. Far too many times she had been seen so negatively at school. Everyone saw her as a bitch. Finn practically called her a sociopath with his remark on her unable to feel anything. Singing made her happy, but the Glee Club members could never do that. They all had a love/hate relationship with each other and Quinn just wanted it all to end. She was tired or teetering on anger and joy with them. She wanted to be completely happy. Marissa made her feel like the teenager she was. Quinn hadn't felt that since...since Rachel and she met up together and performed "I Feel Pretty/Unpretty." All before Rachel had to take Finn and ultimately lose any and all interest in becoming friends with Quinn, or so the blond thought. Marissa was a really good friend to her. She wanted a friend. However, she wanted that friend to love her as well, which was something Quinn was having difficulty finding.
Author: Me
Length: ~2000
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Kinda AU, all episodes just to be safe
Summary: A lot happens during the start of Rachel's senior year, more than she could handle after she hears the news from her doctor. It shatters all the dreams she had for the future. Quinn also finds herself in a troubling situation on coming to terms with what she is and what she wants to become. The two look to each other for friendship, but neither is willing to bring down their walls. When Rachel really needs someone, will Quinn be there to save her?
Warning: This is gonna be pretty angsty. So..if you don't like that, TURN AWAY! But there will be nice parts so...just read it =D
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: this is a reboot of I Can Be Your Strength starting from the beginning. This chapter contains an OC. Rachel chapter will be next.
Quinn reluctantly joined her parents for dinner. Her father hadn't moved back, but he apologized to both of them for his behavior. Quinn forgave him, how could she not, but she still felt uncomfortable about the current situation. Usually dinner was Quinn grabbing her plate and heading to her room, but that wasn't the case when her father came over. So, Quinn chewed and swallowed; every now and then she would tune into their conversation. She knew her mother was thinking about getting back with him and Quinn wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Part of her was reluctant to have her father back at the house. Things were calmer without him and she felt on edge whenever he was near her. She was still willing to regain their relationship back.
"How are things going?" Russell asked Quinn.
She glanced at her mother, than back at her father. She knew her mother had told him what happened at school a few weeks ago.
"Good," she answered, looking back down at her plate.
"I wanted to talk to you about your slip up -"
Quinn pursed her lips, still refusing to meet her father's glance. "I wouldn't call it a slip up. It would have been much worse if I hadn't gotten out of there when I did."
"Right," Russell responded clearing his throat, "but I think next time -"
"There won't be a next time," Quinn dropped her fork and looked up. "I have it under control."
"If something like that ever happens again, I just want you to call your mother or me, understood?" Russell's voice was not angry, which surprised Quinn.
"You two were working, what difference would it have made if I called either one of you?"
"Well -"
"The office puts me on hold," Quinn directed to Judy, "and you're always with a patient. I couldn't just get out of Glee and walk home because that's not allowed. I couldn't just get my car and drive home because that's not allowed. It's lucky I managed to even call someone because using my cellphone, that's not allowed either."
Judy looked to her daughter with pleading eyes. She didn't want this dinner to turn into an argument.
"Next time, Marissa might be busy or -"
"She's always there for me," Quinn spat, standing up from her seat. "She understands what I'm going through."
"Quinnie, please," Judy's voice whispered.
"We're your parents! You're acting as if we don't know what you're going through. We're supporting you 100%. We're going through this together." Russel regained his authoritative voice again.
"I know, I know," Quinn said shutting her eyes, calming herself down. "But she's the one who's there with me during therapy and -"
"We tried family therapy, you chose to end it."
"All right! I'm the bad guy. I'm the horrible monster in this family of angels!" Quinn snapped and headed to her room
"Quinn, did you -" Judy started softly
"Yes!" Her daughter snarled stomping up the stairs.
Russell sat back into his seat, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples. Judy took a sip of the glass of water, tempted to open the bottle of wine. The two looked at each other and Russell leaned forward with his hands clasped on the table.
"I just want to make sure she's improving, Judy."
She nodded in understanding. "I know."
"When she acts like that," he pointed behind him, "it makes me wonder if it's really working. I mean, what do they even do there?"
"She's always happy to go. You can't take that away from her."
"What's the point if it's not working, Judy? She still acts the same."
"She's trying."
"Is she? Is she really, Judy? I mean, you've always spoiled her. She always got what she wanted. I mean, I come back and look how she is!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Her hair! Why did she cut it? Her clothes! Why -"
"Don't, Russell."
He sighed and lowered his head. Judy couldn't help but think how great that wine sounded about now.
"I just want my Quinn back." Russell's voice lowered. "Every time I see her, I see someone I don't recognize. I don't see Lucy or Quinn. I see some stranger. And that tattoo? Parenting is something you were never good at, Judy."
The woman scoffed and stood up. Meanwhile, Quinn sat on the top of the stairs listening. She heard what her father had said. He hasn't changed one bit. She stood up and entered her room. She didn't need to hear how much she had disappointed her father. Every time the three of them met up, it always ended with arguments. Quinn was tired of that. Her mother wasn't the best, but she was supportive. When Quinn came back from New York with the bob, she was sure that Judy would flip, but her mother said her hair looked nice. She was supportive of every decision Quinn made. Despite her inability to stand up for herself sometimes, Quinn admired her mother's openness. She knew Judy loved her.
Sighing, Quinn reached over for the house phone and dialed Marissa's number. It was getting dark, but she wanted to get out of the house. She really didn't care if her father was against it and she knew her mother would be fine. She trusted Quinn to do the right thing after everything that happened.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Lucy-Q?"
Quinn chuckled. "Yeah."
"What's up?"
"C-can we meet up?"
"You mean can I go get you?"
"Yeah, sorry. I -"
"Of course I can! Are you home?"
"Where else would I be?"
"Don't get snappy with me. I'll be right there. I am walking out of my house right now."
"Do you have a sixth sense that knows when I need you to come get me? Or are my calls that predictable?"
"Predictable? You? Yeah right."
Quinn heard the start of the car engine from the phone. She started searching for her sneakers.
"You shouldn't be driving and on the phone. It can lead to an accident." Quinn teased.
"I live for the thrill," Marissa chuckled then cursed under her breath. "That kid came out of nowhere I swear!"
Quinn laughed and almost dropped her phone. She held it up to her ear to hear Marissa giggling on the other line.
"You're not funny."
"I think I tickle a funny bone every now and then."
Quinn slipped on her shoes and remained silent.
"You ready, Q?"
"I'm putting on my shoes."
"Okay. Be there in a few. I'm driving like a madwoman right now."
"Don't you always?"
"Touché, my little buffet," Marissa spoke in an exaggerated and horrible French accent.
"God, I'm friends with you why?"
"Because - shit! I gotta go."
"Oh my god, you better not have hit something. Bye."
Marissa luckily arrived after Russell had left for the night. Quinn didn't bother saying goodbye to her father as he left the house. After his departure, Quinn notified Judy of her plans. Her mother had no problem with the fact that Quinn was leaving, but Marissa's cell phone number was given to Judy just in case. Quinn kissed her mother on the cheek, an action she rarely did, and left with her friend. The two girls were unable to decide on where to go and so Marissa continued driving until they realized the two were close to the park they frequented. Quinn voiced her worries of perverts lurking in the bushes at night to which Marissa replied, "I think your guns would scare them away." So, when they reached the empty parking lot, they found the park lights were off except for the ones near the restrooms. Too chicken to take a walk, both girls just got on top of the hood of Marissa's car and looked up at the night sky. They spoke to each other, but mostly stayed silent. It was comfortable silence, something Quinn could never have enough of.
"I'd call it a Quinn sense," Marissa breathed, her hands underneath her head as a pillow.
Quinn turned and quirked an eyebrow at the thespian who kept her eyes on the sky.
"What?"
"You asked me earlier if I had a sixth sense," Marissa turned her head to face Quinn. "I'd call it Quinn sense. Get it? Fifth sense, except it's Quinn sense."
The older girl remained silent, a small smirk creeping up on her lips.
"Or you know, instead of Spidey Sense, it's Quinn Sense! My Quinn Sense is tingling," Marissa said than touched her left temple with two fingers and shut her eyes.
"I don't recall ever agreeing to these dorky moments with you," Quinn responded then turned her attention back to the stars.
"Well, that's why you read the fine print." The thespian mumbled, following suit.
The older teen chuckled, amused by Marissa's behavior. She met the redhead through group therapy, but the Fabrays went to the church that Marissa's father was a minister of. She never saw the younger girl as anything other than the minister's daughter and the awkward teenager that sang in the church choir. Quinn presumed her awkwardness was removed by joining drama. Marissa's voice in the choir was amazing, but Quinn admitted to poking fun at the gangly teen when she was with Sam at church. Marissa's father, according to the girl herself was worse than Russell. He added to her low self-esteem. She confided in Quinn that her father never praised her on anything. It was always about her older sister, which is pretty much how Quinn felt with Frannie.
Marissa grabbed Quinn's arm, which woke the blond up from her thoughts. She pulled the inked wrist closer and held it up toward the sky.
"You're such a bad ass for getting this."
"No, it was impulsive and stupid."
"Hey," the younger girl shrugged and turned to look up at Quinn, who kept her hazel eyes to the stars. "At least it wasn't an I love Finn or I love Puck." Quinn turned and glared at Marissa with feigned anger. The girl giggled and sat up, still holding the pale wrist. "Or, I love Sam. It has meaning, right?"
"Yes," the blond grumbled and jerked her arm back as she sat up as well
Marissa was well known in the topic of Quinn's history. She knew everything that had happened. She knew that Quinn got pregnant at sixteen and gave her baby for adoption. She knew how Quinn cheated on Finn with Puck and then Sam with Finn. She knew that Quinn was a horrible bully to Rachel. Marissa knew everything. When she would visit the older girl's house, Quinn showed the thespian McKinley's yearbook, thus giving faces to the names. Out of all her boyfriends, she thought Sam was the cutest, to which the blond responded that he was also the sweetest. Unlike Quinn, Marissa had no relationship experience. Her father was dead set on the redhead being a celibate until marriage. The younger girl claimed she had gotten relationship offers, but never felt a pull to be in one.
"I wish you went to McKinley," Quinn whispered, looking down at her feet.
Marissa turned her head up with a smirk.
"Oh do you now," her grin faded as she saw the older girl was serious. "Me too. I hate Crawford."
"You don't like the performances the Warblers give you?" Quinn teased.
"By the time you get to your third or fourth year, you either are sick of them or you have found your interest in our choir," Quinn glanced up at the thespian, who was smirking, "and it's not because of our choir's records if you get what I mean," Marissa muttered and nudged the older girl's arm with her elbow. Upon seeing confusion etched on the blond's face, she clarified, "You're gay!"
Quinn moved back and her mouth opened in surprise and her eyebrows skyrocketed up her forehead.
"No, I'm not!"
"No," the younger girl snorted. "I mean the girls at Crawford go gay for the girls in our choir."
"Oh," the blond mumbled and looked away.
Quinn had never asked Marissa's sexual preference, but presumed she was interested in men. She never stated otherwise. Quinn then remembered when Santana came looking to her for help. Quinn thought that was the strangest thing to do. What would a Christian girl know that some gay help website wouldn't? But she still helped Santana come to terms with her sexuality. Quinn never had a problem with it. So what if her best friends were in love with each other? It did look one-sided now, but Quinn was positive that Santana would get Brittany back by the end of their senior year. They loved each other too much. That realization of love made Quinn feel so alone. She had friends, but she desperately wanted someone to hold her, kiss her. She didn't want to be afraid of being abandoned, of being hurt. She sighed deeply, revealing her longing. A tug on her hair woke her from her thoughts. She immediately backhanded the receding arm.
"Stop with your hair pulling!" Quinn laughed
"Oh, it doesn't hurt."
A perfectly sculpted eyebrow was raised in disagreement. Marissa rolled her grey eyes and scooted closer to the blond. Her hands went for the short blond hair, to which Quinn put up no resistance to.
"I think you're in love with my hair."
"Too bad we can't marry," the younger girl joked and started to move the hair around. "It reminds me of my dog's fur."
"Gee, you really know how to compliment a girl."
"Well, you really now how to take a compliment!" Marissa grumbled and leaned back.
Quinn looked up into her eyebrows, pretending to try to look at her hair.
"Why'd you have to mess up my hair?"
"No, no! Don't touch it. It's in a fauxhawk. You look like a bad ass right now," Marissa nodded and ultimately burst out laughing. "It looks like sex hair!"
"Guess I found my new hair stylist," Quinn teased.
"I'm your man," Marissa responded, "just look at my beautiful hair."
Quinn growled and leaned forward to attack the red curls. Marissa giggled as she felt the older girl ruffle her red hair and she reached over to do the same thing to the blond hair in front of her. Both girls ended up making a mess out of each others' hair. They laid on the car one more time, tired, but each wearing a grin. Quinn was happy, she had forgotten all of the troubles that had happened during dinner and was now laying peacefully looking up at stars. She turned her head to face Marissa, who had a pool of tangled red hair around her head.
"Thanks," Quinn spoke softly.
"No problem, Lucy-Q."
Quinn smiled and looked back to the sky. She shut her eyes, enjoying the night. She had never felt more herself with anyone. At least herself in a good way. Far too many times she had been seen so negatively at school. Everyone saw her as a bitch. Finn practically called her a sociopath with his remark on her unable to feel anything. Singing made her happy, but the Glee Club members could never do that. They all had a love/hate relationship with each other and Quinn just wanted it all to end. She was tired or teetering on anger and joy with them. She wanted to be completely happy. Marissa made her feel like the teenager she was. Quinn hadn't felt that since...since Rachel and she met up together and performed "I Feel Pretty/Unpretty." All before Rachel had to take Finn and ultimately lose any and all interest in becoming friends with Quinn, or so the blond thought. Marissa was a really good friend to her. She wanted a friend. However, she wanted that friend to love her as well, which was something Quinn was having difficulty finding.