Fic: Forged of Fire- Prologue (boy! Quinn/Karofsky)
Title: Forged of Fire
Chapter: Prologue
Author: kosherrainbow
Rating: R
Characters/ Pairing: Quinn, Karofsky, Judy Fabray, boy!Quinn/Karofsky
Genre: Romance, AU, Family
Warning: slash, genderswap, greek & fairytale mythology source, eventualy animalism (wings), m!preg, magic (sort of)
Spoiler: canon until end of season 2. Entirely AU after.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Note: This a full fill to an anon's prompt. Posted at glee_genderplay
Summary: Judy Fabray's darkest secret will change Quinn and Dave's lives forever.
Prologue
Judy Fabray was the picture of maternal pride sitting in the Lima Memorial hospital bed holding her baby girl with her eldest daughter and husband sitting just nearby. Despite the lingering exhaustion of labor her smile couldn't become any larger. She finally had it, the life she had always wanted, always longed for. A successful husband, two little girls (she had absolutely panicked when Russell had suggested either of their children be boys); all in all, a quiet life. Staring at the infant she couldn't help the whisper that escaped,
“Beautiful.” Looking up the to the rest of my family, “Both of my little girls.”
“Just like their mother.”
But it wasn't Russel Fabray who had spoken. Judy eye's swerved to the door only to be have the smile disappear at the sight of the elder man who had just entered the room, a woman standing just behind him.
“Judy, dear,” Russel looked to his his wife with a smile usually reserved for his business interactions, “Do you know these people?”
“Old friends of the family.” She answers quickly with the downright lie, there really wasn't much else she could say. The truth would be harder to explain since she's told Russell that her parents died when she was a little girl. “Sugar, I think I'd like to catch up with the Kevnars, why don't you two go get some juice from the cafeteria.”
The dolt of the man just nods, without question how the old couple knew they were there, or if she would him to put Lucy back in the nursery bed. His flaws however are barely a blip in her radar as whispered fiercely, “How did you two...”
“Love,” her mother steps forward, “Did you really think you were ever lost?”
Judy muttered something incoherant before she asked, “Why now?”
The older man's eyes scanned downward, as piering and as dark as she remembered, “Your daughter,” The authority pours from his voice, and she feel the old resentment rise insider her when he acknowledges her child.
“Is none of your business. My family will not be a apart your ridiculous culture. I ran for a reason...”
“He's special.”
“She is not. She is a girl.” Judy fought the urge to scream, to attract any attention. “She'll never be one of your special ones.”
“Aaron,” Judy's eyes flick to her mother, “Why don't you give...Judy and I moment?”
In the seventeen years she was raised by them she had never seen her father respond to a woman with such obedience. It should have been her first clue. But as much as she held disdain for her father, their history, she still loved her mother. So, in a, moment of weakness Judy Fabray allowed her mother to sit on the edge of the stiff hospital bed, sweep a hair out of her face, and made her fall asleep.
The infant squirmed ready to squawk with distaste at having been moved out of such a comfortable position. “Hush, there, you and I are just going to meet your granddaddy for a moment, then you'll be settled into the nursery safe and sound.” The old woman's whispered seemed to quiet the baby girl before she called to the hallway, “Aaron, its time.”
They took refuge in the restroom. Aaron took a moment to mutter his disdain at not being able to follow tradition down to the letter, before pulling the glowing chain, that had led them to their grandchild. Pulling down the receiving blanket and waiting for his wife to unfasten the onesie to hold the illuminating glass tear drop over the child's bare chest. His chant lured the little girl to sleep. The quiet pulse of his voice made the light bright and brighter until it left the charm, now returned to a opaque pearl, a small tear shaped mark lingering on Lucy Fabray's chest. Her birthmark, his birthright.
They quickly take her back to the nursery where the nurse kindly allows them a few moments to say goodbye with their granddaughter when . Aaron said his quickly, his emotional detachment clear as he drifted preoccupied with something else.
“I hope I will get to see you as you grown my special one.”
“Helena.” Aaron's voice called out, pulling away. No one seems to notice as she joined her husband at the glass looking into a darkened room. The tiny infants in that room were all attached to tubes, already having to fight for their lives so early on. “It's that one. It's him” Helena followed her husband line of sight to a tiny, barely alive infant boy.
“Him?” She question. “Are you sure?”
Her question is answered as he pulled a second chain out discreetly enough for her eyes only, identical in every way to the first expect the chrome on metal rope. It too is glowing.
“But he's human.”
“No.”
“Then why does he look so weak?”
“He is still alive. How is that not strength?” He chastised in response.
The nurse in the room sees where there staring and emerged. “Do you know him?”
“No,” Aaron greeted in uncharacteristic warmth, “I'm simply a religious man and we thought we'd say a prayer for those less fortunate than our grandchild.”
“Well, he can use all the help he can get.” The nurse left for more equipment. Aaron did his duty quickly and quietly the pair exited the hospital; disappearing out of Lima, Ohio from behind a dumpster in a flash of flame.
Not even an half an hour later the nurse, who had met the mysterious couple in the nursery, returned to find the baby boy no one believed would survive next couple of hours improving in miraculous strides. The scrub-dressed woman had the honor of wheeling him away from the intensive area of the nursery at the end of her shift. Everyone is too ecstatically baffled to notice the new mark on the skin of his chest.
“You'll get to meet your parents soon, I promise, the doctor is just telling your parents how strong you are. In the mean while, Baby Boy Karofsky meet Lucy Fabray.”
Seventeen Years Later
Judy Fabray picked the simply wrapped box labeled for Quinn off from the door stop, looking around to see if there was any sign of who had left it so early in morning. She had her suspicions which led to her pulling off the ribbon to look inside. She held a tear drop pearl on a golden chain. Harmless, she decided as she carried it up the stairs of the now oversized house (her eldest daughter already out of the house and Russell else where with his girlfriend.) She knocked gently on the first door at the top of the stairs and waited for the permission to enter. It came seconds later. Mother watched her teenage daughter adjust the blonde ponytail to finish of the Cheerio ensemble.
“Mom, what are staring at?” The older blonde ignored the question.
“A birthday gift arrived for you this morning. Right on time.” She held it up in request to place it around her daughter's neck.
Quinn nodded, she'd simply tuck it in where Coach wouldn't be able to see it to hark on it. The pearl fall perfectly on top of the birthmark on her chest. The teenager stares into the mirror at the mother behind her. The warmth that flooded her cheeks when her mother said 'Beautiful' was strong enough to distract her from the first soft pulse in her chest.
Across town Dave Karofsky received his birthday gift in the form of an extra sixty minutes to clear his stuff out of his parents house. Apparently, his parents had never received the unconditional love memo. Sure, they fawned over him when he was simply their miracle child. However the whole last year or two had been a lesson in how flawed their miracle boy was, his homosexuality must have been the final straw to them.
He grabbed the bags he could manage to carry as he racked his brain as to where he could go. There was no where. Az's parents were just like Dave's, sure he was on better terms with the Hummel-Hudson duo, but showing up their doorstep would be too much, Santana would...no, Dave crossed that idea off in an instant. No, no there was nowhere. Wander around aimlessly it was. He had made it to the otherside of the neighborhood, where the smaller homes containing more old people where placed when a sudden burning sensation on his chest.
“Shit.”
Stupid stone necklace. At least it had been free, given into him when he was practically accosted in grocery story.
The front door of the house he had made it in front of opened, revealing an elderly woman. Prepared to get chewed out for his loud language, his jaw nearly dropped to the sidewalk when he heard her call out, “David. I was waiting for you, come on in.”
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Chapter: Prologue
Author: kosherrainbow
Rating: R
Characters/ Pairing: Quinn, Karofsky, Judy Fabray, boy!Quinn/Karofsky
Genre: Romance, AU, Family
Warning: slash, genderswap, greek & fairytale mythology source, eventualy animalism (wings), m!preg, magic (sort of)
Spoiler: canon until end of season 2. Entirely AU after.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee.
Note: This a full fill to an anon's prompt. Posted at glee_genderplay
Summary: Judy Fabray's darkest secret will change Quinn and Dave's lives forever.
Prologue
Judy Fabray was the picture of maternal pride sitting in the Lima Memorial hospital bed holding her baby girl with her eldest daughter and husband sitting just nearby. Despite the lingering exhaustion of labor her smile couldn't become any larger. She finally had it, the life she had always wanted, always longed for. A successful husband, two little girls (she had absolutely panicked when Russell had suggested either of their children be boys); all in all, a quiet life. Staring at the infant she couldn't help the whisper that escaped,
“Beautiful.” Looking up the to the rest of my family, “Both of my little girls.”
“Just like their mother.”
But it wasn't Russel Fabray who had spoken. Judy eye's swerved to the door only to be have the smile disappear at the sight of the elder man who had just entered the room, a woman standing just behind him.
“Judy, dear,” Russel looked to his his wife with a smile usually reserved for his business interactions, “Do you know these people?”
“Old friends of the family.” She answers quickly with the downright lie, there really wasn't much else she could say. The truth would be harder to explain since she's told Russell that her parents died when she was a little girl. “Sugar, I think I'd like to catch up with the Kevnars, why don't you two go get some juice from the cafeteria.”
The dolt of the man just nods, without question how the old couple knew they were there, or if she would him to put Lucy back in the nursery bed. His flaws however are barely a blip in her radar as whispered fiercely, “How did you two...”
“Love,” her mother steps forward, “Did you really think you were ever lost?”
Judy muttered something incoherant before she asked, “Why now?”
The older man's eyes scanned downward, as piering and as dark as she remembered, “Your daughter,” The authority pours from his voice, and she feel the old resentment rise insider her when he acknowledges her child.
“Is none of your business. My family will not be a apart your ridiculous culture. I ran for a reason...”
“He's special.”
“She is not. She is a girl.” Judy fought the urge to scream, to attract any attention. “She'll never be one of your special ones.”
“Aaron,” Judy's eyes flick to her mother, “Why don't you give...Judy and I moment?”
In the seventeen years she was raised by them she had never seen her father respond to a woman with such obedience. It should have been her first clue. But as much as she held disdain for her father, their history, she still loved her mother. So, in a, moment of weakness Judy Fabray allowed her mother to sit on the edge of the stiff hospital bed, sweep a hair out of her face, and made her fall asleep.
The infant squirmed ready to squawk with distaste at having been moved out of such a comfortable position. “Hush, there, you and I are just going to meet your granddaddy for a moment, then you'll be settled into the nursery safe and sound.” The old woman's whispered seemed to quiet the baby girl before she called to the hallway, “Aaron, its time.”
They took refuge in the restroom. Aaron took a moment to mutter his disdain at not being able to follow tradition down to the letter, before pulling the glowing chain, that had led them to their grandchild. Pulling down the receiving blanket and waiting for his wife to unfasten the onesie to hold the illuminating glass tear drop over the child's bare chest. His chant lured the little girl to sleep. The quiet pulse of his voice made the light bright and brighter until it left the charm, now returned to a opaque pearl, a small tear shaped mark lingering on Lucy Fabray's chest. Her birthmark, his birthright.
They quickly take her back to the nursery where the nurse kindly allows them a few moments to say goodbye with their granddaughter when . Aaron said his quickly, his emotional detachment clear as he drifted preoccupied with something else.
“I hope I will get to see you as you grown my special one.”
“Helena.” Aaron's voice called out, pulling away. No one seems to notice as she joined her husband at the glass looking into a darkened room. The tiny infants in that room were all attached to tubes, already having to fight for their lives so early on. “It's that one. It's him” Helena followed her husband line of sight to a tiny, barely alive infant boy.
“Him?” She question. “Are you sure?”
Her question is answered as he pulled a second chain out discreetly enough for her eyes only, identical in every way to the first expect the chrome on metal rope. It too is glowing.
“But he's human.”
“No.”
“Then why does he look so weak?”
“He is still alive. How is that not strength?” He chastised in response.
The nurse in the room sees where there staring and emerged. “Do you know him?”
“No,” Aaron greeted in uncharacteristic warmth, “I'm simply a religious man and we thought we'd say a prayer for those less fortunate than our grandchild.”
“Well, he can use all the help he can get.” The nurse left for more equipment. Aaron did his duty quickly and quietly the pair exited the hospital; disappearing out of Lima, Ohio from behind a dumpster in a flash of flame.
Not even an half an hour later the nurse, who had met the mysterious couple in the nursery, returned to find the baby boy no one believed would survive next couple of hours improving in miraculous strides. The scrub-dressed woman had the honor of wheeling him away from the intensive area of the nursery at the end of her shift. Everyone is too ecstatically baffled to notice the new mark on the skin of his chest.
“You'll get to meet your parents soon, I promise, the doctor is just telling your parents how strong you are. In the mean while, Baby Boy Karofsky meet Lucy Fabray.”
Seventeen Years Later
Judy Fabray picked the simply wrapped box labeled for Quinn off from the door stop, looking around to see if there was any sign of who had left it so early in morning. She had her suspicions which led to her pulling off the ribbon to look inside. She held a tear drop pearl on a golden chain. Harmless, she decided as she carried it up the stairs of the now oversized house (her eldest daughter already out of the house and Russell else where with his girlfriend.) She knocked gently on the first door at the top of the stairs and waited for the permission to enter. It came seconds later. Mother watched her teenage daughter adjust the blonde ponytail to finish of the Cheerio ensemble.
“Mom, what are staring at?” The older blonde ignored the question.
“A birthday gift arrived for you this morning. Right on time.” She held it up in request to place it around her daughter's neck.
Quinn nodded, she'd simply tuck it in where Coach wouldn't be able to see it to hark on it. The pearl fall perfectly on top of the birthmark on her chest. The teenager stares into the mirror at the mother behind her. The warmth that flooded her cheeks when her mother said 'Beautiful' was strong enough to distract her from the first soft pulse in her chest.
Across town Dave Karofsky received his birthday gift in the form of an extra sixty minutes to clear his stuff out of his parents house. Apparently, his parents had never received the unconditional love memo. Sure, they fawned over him when he was simply their miracle child. However the whole last year or two had been a lesson in how flawed their miracle boy was, his homosexuality must have been the final straw to them.
He grabbed the bags he could manage to carry as he racked his brain as to where he could go. There was no where. Az's parents were just like Dave's, sure he was on better terms with the Hummel-Hudson duo, but showing up their doorstep would be too much, Santana would...no, Dave crossed that idea off in an instant. No, no there was nowhere. Wander around aimlessly it was. He had made it to the otherside of the neighborhood, where the smaller homes containing more old people where placed when a sudden burning sensation on his chest.
“Shit.”
Stupid stone necklace. At least it had been free, given into him when he was practically accosted in grocery story.
The front door of the house he had made it in front of opened, revealing an elderly woman. Prepared to get chewed out for his loud language, his jaw nearly dropped to the sidewalk when he heard her call out, “David. I was waiting for you, come on in.”
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