Title: Quinn vs. Lucy (1/1)
Author: youngerdrgrey
Pairing: Many mentioned couples
Summary: Quinn spends some time reflecting before she makes her shirt for "Born This Way"
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: "Born This Way"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights for the characters and the world go to their owners (like Ryan Murphy and FOX). I, in no way, believe - or would lead others to believe - that I own Glee. I am merely a fan of the television show who has ideas for things that RIB could do/could've done.
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(1/1) QUINN VS. LUCY
I gave up a lot to be Quinn. I didn’t give up my millions of adoring friends or sell my soul, but I turned my back on who I was born to be. I tell myself that I put people down to restore the cosmic balance. Everyone who gets bullied as a kid grows up and does at least one thing to get back at someone who wronged them. I just channeled that into becoming the bitchiest, strongest, and most beautiful girl in all of William McKinley High School. But sometimes, I regret it.
When I had Beth, I wondered what I would tell her growing up. Would I preach for her to love herself outwardly because I didn’t do that? Would I hide the fact that I am Lucy from my own daughter? What if she wanted plastic surgery, would I let her have it? If I were to say no, she could easily say, “If you got it, why can’t I?” I figured motherhood would make me the biggest hypocrite in the world. Maybe that’s part of why I gave her away. That and she really didn’t fit into my new life very well.
I slept with Puck because I could. As Quinn, as the perfect girl, I could find anyone willing to sleep with me and get what I wanted. I could have teachers, doctors, even my boyfriend’s very best friend would be willing to drop everything to spend a few minutes in bed with me. So what if it was a painful, stupid thing to do? I could. So I did.
Brittany says, “I don’t understand how we never knew about this.”
“We all have things people don’t know, Britt,” Santana says.
She’s probably referring to her and Brittany, but a lot of people know about it. Or suspect at least. I’m just waiting for it to come to light. Hopefully, Zizes doesn’t get her hands on pictures of the two of them and plaster the halls with that too. Speaking of which, the fat bitch isn’t here right now. Hiding out like the lame, back-stabbing trash she is. She’s not the problem right now though. The problem is that I kept such a big thing from all of them, the people I’m supposed to be closest to.
“I’m sorry that I never told you guys,” I say, “I should have trusted you. But, now you know, so it’s over, right?”
Brittany, Santana, and the rest of the club look amongst themselves before nodding.
Mr. Schue says, “We accept you no matter what your name is, or how you look.”
My smile actually hurts a bit it’s so bright. Rachel holds out the white shirt and the black marker to me. After all of this pretty drama, we should be okay. I shouldn’t feel frustrated over her constant interference in my relationship with Finn. I definitely shouldn’t feel guilty for using him for prom queen. I snatch the stuff from her hands and consider writing ‘homewrecker’ on it. But what would be the point? Finn’s a douche to Rachel anyway. If anything, I’m helping her.
I uncap the marker and scribble on my childhood nickname. For once, I’m going to rock it because that’s exactly what Quinn Fabray does.
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Thoughts???