|Harsh Paths of the Heart
Author: Volerian PM
After coming out to her mother and being disowned in the same night, Quinn, now going by Charlie, is hired to take part in a movie that stars none other than Rachel Berry... On HiatusRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Quinn F. & Rachel B. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,449 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 89 - Updated: 10-07-12 - Published: 03-20-12 - id: 7943334
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So since i have been having writers block on my other two Glee stories and had this idea bouncing around my head, i thought i would give it a try. I hope you like it and i should have another chapter up soon.
The school year at McKinley came to a close and I left that town and never looked back. I headed out to sunny California to go to the Art Center there for photography classes. I kept in touch with Santana and Brittany and kept tabs on Rachel and her career.
I immersed myself in my photography and made a few close friends. I also became more comfortable with myself and my sexuality. So about two years into my stay in California I decided to go and visit my mom back in Lima and tell her, because I figured if I had to start somewhere it should be with her.
So I board a plane and fly to Lima a weekend before the spring semester break. I'm nervous and I have a sick feeling in my gut and I'm not sure what is going to happen but I 'm praying with everything that I have that it will be okay.
My mother meets me at the airport and the two of us drive to my old home and the two of use talk about meaningless things. I'm lured into feeling okay but in the back of my mind I have a sense of something that isn't right.
I am safe from having to tell her about what I came to tell her when I head upstairs to my old room and fall asleep. The next morning I wake up and peer out the window to see dark clouds and the promise of rain hangs heavy in the air. I pull myself out of bed and then shower heading downstairs only when I am ready.
My mother is sitting at the dining room table eating and she gets up silently and head back to the kitchen and reappears with a plate for me. We both sit and eat quietly. About half way through the meal my mother looks at me.
"So Quinnie have you found anyone you like at that school? I'm sure there are some nice young men there in California."
I about choke on the piece of bacon I am chewing on, so I grab my glass of orange juice and take a sip. I set the glass back down on the table gentle and look at my mother.
"Actually mom that's what I came to talk to you about."
My mom smiles at me, "Oh have you met someone Quinnie? I'm so excited!"
I refrain the urge to frown, "No I haven't met someone and I need you to just listen to me for a moment. I've done a lot of thinking and I've realized more about myself and I wanted to tell you that I am gay."
The silence that comes after is deafening but the clatter of silverware from my mom's hand seems worse.
Her expression is unreadable. "No you can't be, we raised you right."
"Mom it's not about how you raised me I was born this way." I reach a hand out to touch her and she pulls away.
"No you were not born this way, and no child of mine is gay. So I want you to get on the next flight back to LA and I never want to see you again."
I stare at my mother horrified, the woman who swore up and down would never abandon her child has done so again and the pain feels like a knife to the heart. I turn heel and run out of the house the door slamming behind me like the crack of doom. My feet pounding against the pavement beat with the staccato of my heart. The then rain falls, slowly at first and then in torrents soaking me to the bone. My lungs burn as I try to breathe past the pain pressing against me. I try to push past it but sink to me knees on the cold ground the rain falling about me. It's then that I cry for now I have no one. I don't know where I am going to go and what I am going to do. But I do know this I will never come back. I'm startled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder and the fact that the rain is momentarily not pouring down on me. I look up and am surprised to see Hiram Berry standing over me.
He looks puzzled for a moment and then realization dawns on his face. "Quinn, oh my, you are soaked, come with me out of the rain and we can talk."
I get to my feet my knees screaming in agony and I can't help but wonder exactly how long I have been on the ground. I look around and realize I am in front of the Berry residence as both Hiram and I walk to the door. It's then that I feel the cold that has seeped into my body. I shiver and I hear my teeth chatter together.
Hiram disappears and reappears moments later and wraps me in a towel.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go and grab you something else to wear and then I can put your clothes in the dryer."
I stand there in the Berry household and can't help but think it funny that I ended up here but also I am thankful. Because if anyone can understand what just happened its Rachel's Dads.
Hiram brings me back a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. "These are Rachel's but I think they are the only thing that might fit you."
I nod my head and accept the clothes thankfully, and follow him as he leads me to the bathroom.
I change quickly out of my wet clothes and put them all in a bag that Hiram gave me along with the dry clothes. I pull on the t-shirt and the sweatpants and immediately feel much better. Hiram is waiting for me and hands me a sweatshirt and I put that on as well, my shivers subsiding.
Hiram looks at me calmly, "Quinn would you like to talk about why you were outside in the rain?"
I start trembling and this time it has nothing to do with being cold. " I came out ."
Once those words escape my lips I am crying, and then I am being held and soothing words whispered to me.
I was then lead to the couch and I sat there calming myself until I could further explain. I turned to Hiram my voice shaky at best. "I came out to my mother and she told me she wanted nothing more to do with me. That I was to go and never look back."
Hiram looks at me a stunned look on his face, "Quinn I'm sorry if there is anything I can do, I will help. Do you want me to call Rachel?"
The instant her name passes his lips I freeze and shake my head roughly, "No please don't tell her." My voice rasps with the raw emotion. The conversation drifts on and I explain everything that had transpired between my mother and I and Hiram listens, and for that I am grateful because I just need someone to hear me out. It is Hiram and Leroy, who came home a little later, who offer me a place to stay that night and pick up my things which my mother has left on the porch. The next morning they take me to the airport and I hug them each in turn grateful for their help.
"You know that you have helped me more than I can ever express. I owe you so much."
Hiram smiles, "We were doing what was right Quinn, you don't owe us a thing."
I give them a small smile and turn to head into the airport but I turn back, "Tell Rachel I said hi, tell her…" I trail off because really what could I say, I miss or I love her, no I'd been out of her life too long for either of those. "Just tell her I said hi." And with a quick wave I head off into the airport and head back to LA.
When I get back to LA I immediately begin looking for work but in this place a good job is hard to find. As I am finishing one of my classes my teacher stops me.
"Quinn, can I talk to you a moment?"
I sigh and turn back toward her, "Yes?"
She looks me over and I feel as if she can see right through my facade. " You have not been yourself lately, is there something troubling you?"
I run a hand through my hair and decide to tell her the truth, "My mom disowned me after I came out and if it wasn't for the scholarship I have here I wouldn't be going here. But the fact is I've been looking for work and no one seems to want to hire."
My teacher looks at me and she gives me a soft smile, " Well my brother George is the manager at a local thoroughbred farm and he has been looking for some extra live in help. I could put in a word for you."
I nod my head grateful for any help, "Thank you, and if he asks I do have experience with horses, I used to show when I was younger."
I leave my contact information with the teacher and head from the classroom feeling a bit better than I had in a long time.
Later that night I got a call from George, and he offered me a position at Meadowbrook Farms. Without hesitation I accepted the job and when I got off the phone with him I smiled, a true genuine smile as I knew my life was finally turning around.
As always please review i would like to know how i am doing, what you think of this story and if i should continue.