A/N: Yep. It's me, again. I honestly don't know what I'm doing with another story. Oh well. Brief summary: Quinn is new to McKinley immediately gets caught up in the whirlwind that is Rachel Berry and her protective half-sister Santana. Soon, though she learns that there is history behind the pair and their family, just waiting to be uncovered.
"Mom, I'm fine!" groaned Quinn shoving off her mom's hands, which were fixing her already perfect clothes and rummaging through her bag to make sure everything that had been put in and checked twice, was still there and hadn't mysteriously disappeared in the last ten minutes.
"I just wanted to be sure. Starting a new school can be scary…" Judy began what seemed like what was going to be a long speech so Quinn quickly rested her hand on her mother's shoulder and interrupted her.
"I know I'll be fine." assured the younger blonde before leaping out of the car before her mother could say any more.
The last year had been tough for the Fabray family. Especially Quinn.
She'd gotten pregnant with some douche-bag's baby after getting drunk on far too many wine coolers. What? She felt fat that day. She'd always been a little insecure, even if she'd always been the stereotypical all-American girl, pretty, skinny, blonde, smart… you get the gist.
This led to her father, Russell going spastic and kicking her out. As it turns out, he'd been having an affair with what her mother described as a "tattoo freak" and he'd been kicked in turn and Judy let Quinn back in, having not really wanting to kick her out in the first place. Quinn's little baby girl, Beth was given to a new mother who could give her everything Quinn couldn't.
However, getting pregnant at sixteen wasn't great for a girl's reputation and she was therefore ridiculed and bullied. Eventually, Judy sold their oversized family house and they packed bags and moved to Lima. This brings us to now, with Quinn standing outside of William McKinley High School at the start of her junior year.
Quinn tightened her hold on her bag and entered the school slowly.
The hallways were packed with students ranging between the unbelievably tiny to the extraordinarily large and all those others who got lost in the crowd. Quinn had to leap out of the way of two jocks that were successfully entangled with each other and fighting with shit eating grins on their faces as their peers chanted and cheered them on like a pack of apes watching as two alphas fought for dominance.
Quinn side-stepped them and searched for an office which should belong to Miss Emma Pillsbury. Quinn squeezed through the small gaps in space between the bustling of students and shoved her way into an emptier hallway.
Luckily, right in front of her was a see through glass panel office with the name Emma Pillsbury on the front. Quinn knocked and the ginger woman, who had been scrubbing at her vase with a toothbrush, looked up and beckoned her in with two rubber glove covered hands.
Miss Pillsbury delicately put down the toothbrush and pulled off the rubber gloves, chucking them into a small bin labelled 'rubber gloves'.
"You must be Quinn Fabray." the guidance councillor greeted, rushing forwards and shaking the blonde's hand.
"Yeah." Quinn answered, feeling slightly awkward already.
"I'm Miss Pillsbury, obviously as you've read my spotless door sign. Have a seat, please." Miss Pillsbury mused and motioned towards two uncomfortable looking seats located in front of a big wooden desk.
Quinn took a seat and Miss Pillsbury took her place behind the desk, turning the chair until it was in the exact right place and manoeuvring herself until she was in the perfect position also before folding her hands over her knee and smiling at Quinn.
"Right, well, welcome to McKinley," Miss Pillsbury sent her a small smile which Quinn barely returned "I know it must be difficult starting a new school in your junior year, but don't fret, my door's always open if you need someone to talk to."
"Thanks." mumbled Quinn.
"Also, to ease any worries you may have, I do own a selection of leaflets which you can take, no charge, of course." the wide-eyed woman turned in her chair to gaze over the selection of appallingly named leaflets before picking a couple out and handing them over to Quinn.
The blonde looked down at them and raised an eyebrow. One was named 'New to School? : How to Fit in' another was 'Your Very Own Personal Guide to McKinley High School' and the last was the thinnest leaflet by far and named 'What is There to do in Lima?' as it turned out, there wasn't very much to do in Lima in the slightest.
"So, Quinn, why did you move to Lima?" the guidance councillor asked, snapping Quinn out of her leaflet induced thoughts.
"Oh, my parents got divorced and I – uh – had a bit of a tough time at my last school." Quinn explained shortly.
"Well that is a shame. Never fear, I'm sure you'll have a great time at McKinley…" assured Miss Pillsbury.
A loud nasal squeal interrupted her speech and both women looked through the glass panels to see a large dark skinned football player hoisting a smaller and nerdy looking ginger boy over his shoulder, heading for the bin.
"Oh… dear," Miss Pillsbury cleared her throat awkwardly and brought Quinn's attention back to her "anyway, McKinley has a lot of excellent extra curricular clubs to offer. Our Cheerleaders are six time consecutive National champions, our glee club got to Regional's, our debate team argued their way to Nationals, twice…" Miss Pillsbury trailed off with a shrug "what are you interested in?"
"Oh… I dunno really," Quinn replied "I'm willing to try new stuff I guess."
"Excellent" the ginger woman clapped her hands together lightly yet joyfully "well, you should be getting to homeroom in a minute. You have been placed in our Spanish and Glee Club teacher, Mr Schuester's class. Don't worry; he's very nice, kind, handsome… uh… yeah… if you have any other problems, just come straight to me."
Miss Pillsbury handed Quinn her timetable.
"Thanks, Miss Pillsbury." Quinn said, shoving the pamphlets far into her bag but keeping the timetable in hand in order to navigate her way to her next class.
Just as Quinn was about to stand, the door of the office opened and a flash of brunette hair breezed in.
"You wanted to see me, Miss P?" the student asked.
Quinn turned her head and immediately froze in her place. In a heartbeat she was captivated by the girl in front of her.
She was small but Quinn found it endearing. She had long brown hair with what looked like a new-ish fringe cut in. She had tanned skin and chocolate brown eyes. Quinn's eyes scanned lower. The girl was wearing an above the knee, cute navy dress with a short white cardigan.
The eyes scanned lower and she nearly openly drooled at the long legs in front of her, which seemed impossible on someone so small in height.
"Ah yes, do come in Rachel," Miss Pillsbury beckoned in the girl with a wave of her hand and the brunette stepped into the room, letting the door shut again behind her.
"Rachel, this is Quinn Fabray, she just transferred here," Miss Pillsbury introduced "and Quinn, this is Rachel Berry, co-captain of the Glee club and Swim Team amongst others…"
Rachel turned to Quinn and gave her a big smile, holding out her hand. Quinn immediately stood and shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Quinn Fabray." Rachel said pleasantly.
"Y-yeah, you t-too." Quinn winced at the sound of her own jittery voice but Rachel merely let out a melodic laugh.
"Rachel, I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to help Quinn out. Be her kind of buddy of sorts, just until she's used to the school." the guidance councillor asked.
"I don't see any problem with that," Rachel shrugged before whipping Quinn's schedule out of her hands and scanning her eyes over it "cool, I'll show you around."
"Well, see you later, Quinn." Miss Pillsbury waved the two girls off as Rachel looped her arm with Quinn's and led her out through the now empty hallways.
"So…" Rachel broke the silence "Lima, huh? To be honest, I can't see why anyone would move here, most people spend their lives trying to get out of here." Quinn chuckled.
"My mom and dad split up." she replied.
"I'm sorry." Rachel said sympathetically, looking down at her shoes with a frown.
"Don't be, my dad was an ass," Quinn shook her head and Rachel nodded slowly "anyway, Lima doesn't seem to be so bad so far." she looked pointedly at the brunette on her arm, but said girl didn't seem to notice.
"You get used to it, but trust me, you'll be wanting out soon enough."
"Really? Where are you planning on running off to?" asked Quinn.
"I have my sights set on New York, hopefully I'll attend Julliard and then achieve fame on Broadway," Rachel paused, meeting Quinn's eyes and sighed "yeah, unrealistic, but a girl's gotta dream."
"No dream is unrealistic; it's the dreamer's strength to get them there that is, depending on how bad they really want it." Quinn told her making Rachel smile at her broadly.
"I like that," she muttered as they approached a classroom "this is Mr Schue's Spanish classroom, which is also our homeroom. C'mon."
Rachel opened the door and dragged Quinn in with her.
"Ah, Rachel, there you are. And I see you brought the new girl that Emma – I mean – Miss Pillsbury was telling me about." Mr Schuester, a guy with far too much gel in his hair and a weird grey vest on waved them in from the edge of the desk he was perched on.
"Yes, this is Quinn." Rachel introduced to the teacher and also to the class of disinterested looking students.
"Well, I'm Mr Schuester; this lot just call me Mr Schue. The students in this classroom are all part of the Glee Club which I run," the greasy haired teacher told Quinn with a cheesy grin on his face "guys, why don't you all say a little about yourselves for Quinn."
Nearly every student rolled their eyes but nodded.
"I'm Artie, head of the AV club." said boy pushed his glasses up his nose and then ran his gloved hands over the wheels of his wheelchair.
"I'm Mike … and I can pop and lock." an Asian boy shrugged from his seat next to Artie.
"I'm Tina and… well… there isn't much else to say except I'm dating Mike." the Asian girl with her hand in Mike's smiled shyly and Mike kissed her on the cheek.
Everyone else chuckled at her statement except Artie who shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, I'm Kurt and I'm the biggest male diva you'll probably ever meet." Kurt exaggerated this by flicking his hair slightly.
"I'm Mercedes and I lovvvvvvvvvvvvve tater tots." Mercedes said with a grin on her face and Kurt merely grimaced from his seat next to her.
"I'm Puck but you can call me anytime." a guy with a Mohawk winked at her.
"I'm Sam and I can speak Na'avi." the blonde haired boy said receiving a low mumble of 'lame' from Puck, who he shoved in return.
"I'm Finn and I'm the quarterback and co-captain of Glee with Rachel." Finn sent a dopey lopsided grin in Rachel's direction who looked extremely put off by it.
Finn was suddenly lurched forwards as a foot attached to a long tan leg kicked the back of his chair.
"Back off Finnocence," growled a raven haired cheerleader threateningly "oh and I'm Santana Lopez, head of the Cheerios."
Finn whimpered, rubbing his back and Santana just laughed at him.
"And I'm Brittany S Pierce and I love unicorns!" exclaimed a bright blonde cheerleader from Santana's side.
"And that's the club for you, why don't you say something about yourself, Quinn?" Mr Schue suggested.
Quinn blushed slightly and cleared her throat nervously.
"Well… I…" the bell interrupted her and she sighed in relief.
"Another time, perhaps" the Spanish teachers suggested as the class leapt from their seats and sprinted for the door.
Quinn merely sent him a shy smile and turned to search the rapidly emptying room for Rachel, whom she found having a hushed conversation with Santana.
Rachel's eyes drifted over and located her and she made her excuses with Santana and walked over.
"You're with me for first period, I'll show the way."
Quinn usually prided herself on her ability to read people, but when it came to Rachel Berry, she fell short.
The girl seemed to be extremely intelligent and usually quite upbeat – but then Quinn saw these flashes, when she'd look into Rachel's eyes and she'd just seem so sad.
When Quinn asked Rachel if she was okay once and Rachel just put on a smile which she could tell was a practised show smile and said yes.
Despite this fact, Quinn still found herself mesmerised by the small girl. Due to some God-send she'd been placed in all her periods that day with Rachel and hadn't been able to take her eyes off the girl.
Quinn never thought she'd even be remotely attracted to girls, but Rachel wasn't any ordinary girl.
"Hey." Quinn was snapped out of her thoughts by Rachel tugging at her arm.
She remembered that her Spanish lesson had just ended and it was lunchtime.
"Sorry, zoned out for a bit." Quinn blushed nervously and Rachel nodded in understanding.
"I tend to do that in Spanish, Mr Schue is a fairly average teacher and I what you could call extra sessions at home," Rachel chuckled at the end "anyway, I was going to invite you to have lunch with us."
"Oh yeah, I'd love to. I ended up eating lunch on my own in the bathrooms at my last school. People weren't nice." Quinn explained sadly.
"That's horrible," Rachel whimpered slightly and pulled Quinn into a hug "come with me."
Rachel pulled away and grabbed her hand, dragging Quinn along until they reached the choir room which had the Glee Club all sat together.
"Jew Babe!" Puck exclaimed alerting everyone to her presence.
"Hey, don't mind if Quinn joins us do you?" Rachel asked taking seat on Puck's lap whilst Santana growled slightly and Quinn grabbed a seat and sat next to her.
"No problem." shrugged Kurt, smiling at her.
Rachel got stuck into a conversation with Puck, Santana and Brittany but thankfully Artie engaged Quinn so she didn't feel awkward.
"So Quinn, how's your first day been?" asked Artie.
"No complaints, definitely better than my last school," Quinn replied, eyes drifting back up to Rachel "can I ask, are Rachel and Puck dating?"
She didn't mean to sound so forward, but luckily Artie didn't notice or at least didn't say anything. Actually Artie grimaced and shook his head furiously.
"No, uh-uh, no – just no," he winced again "they're best friends. They're as close as brother and sister though, they've got some epic bromance going on, and it's no secret. They're co-captains of the Swim Team."
Quinn nodded, slightly in relief.
"Gees, Artie. Don't leave out details! He's her cousin!" Kurt added, joining the talk "they spend loads of their time together."
"They kinda like fake flirt some of the time, it's a weird relationship but it works," Mercedes commented "sometimes they have to watch their backs because you know what Satan can be like, I mean, they're cousins but you know…"
Quinn frowned. Since when did the devil get involved in this conversation?
Quinn was brought from her thoughts when she heard a beautiful voice drift smoothly to her ears. She looked up to see Rachel singing with Puck. Quinn soon recognised it as 'Gives You Hell' everyone stopped talking and Artie and Sam picked up their guitars and Finn settled down at the drums.
Rachel leapt off of Puck's lap and began circling the club. She ruffled Puck's Mohawk, making him frown and smooth it out playfully. Rachel skipped over and put her arms around Brittany and Santana before pulling them from their seats and they joined in on the harmonies and skipped after her.
Quinn was more awestruck by Rachel Berry than before. The girl could sing like an angel!
Mike jumped up from his seat and began popping out some jaw dropping moves which Puck tried and failed to copy. When the chorus neared again, Quinn felt herself being pulled out of her chair by Rachel who winked mischievously at her and continued to hold her hand as she skipped around Kurt, Tina and Mercedes who were still in their seats.
Quinn's eyes caught Santana, who was singing quite happily but glaring secretly at her for some reason which spooked Quinn a bit. Quinn tried to hide her disappointment as Rachel dropped her hand in favour of getting the final three out of their seats. Quinn soon found herself dancing goofily with Kurt and not caring.
This bunch were so carefree, she'd never encountered such a diverse yet comfortable group of friends at her last school and she felt honoured to even be slightly accepted into it.
The song ended and everyone took a second to catch their breath and laugh heartily.
"I like it here already," Quinn said to Kurt "Rachel's an amazing singer."
"I know, if I wasn't extremely gay then she'd totally be my type, but even I'm not that brave." Kurt chuckled and straightened his still immaculate hair.
"Wait… w-what do you mean?" she asked, trying not to sound desperate.
"I'm surprise you don't know yet, Barbie Girl. Santana won't let anyone near her." Mercedes scoffed and jerked her head to the side.
"Why not? Are they dating or something?"
"EW! NO!" Kurt said, a little too loudly "they're half-sisters!"
Quinn felt herself let out a breath that she didn't even realise she'd been holding.
"Oh… wow," Quinn cleared her throat awkwardly "but they seem so… different."
"Same mom, different dads I heard… I'm too scared to really ask though, stuff's happened to that family…" Kurt shook his head "Santana's the biggest bitch in school, everyone's on her leash. No one's dared to give Rachel any big problem or they'll be in for a world of pain."
"Okay, well she's a bitch to everyone but Rachel… and Brittany… Anyone who even gets close to Rachel gets their ass kicked," Mercedes explained "it's weird but we don't question it. I love my backside to much."
Artie wheeled over and joined their conversation.
"Santana has always been mega protective of Rachel, we're not surprised she hasn't even allowed anyone to date her." Artie added.
"Rumour has it that it took Finn three months of begging, deals and being like her slave for her to finally let him ask out Rachel and then Santana turned around and said she'd been joking the whole time!" Kurt whispered conspiratorially as Santana idly braided Rachel's hair as they spoke to Puck.
"Seriously?" gasped Quinn.
"You bet your ass, Barbie Girl. Santana punched Finn when he hit on Rachel that one time… hasn't stopped Frankenteen though." Mercedes replied.
"Sam told me that when he asked out Rachel, Santana nearly whacked him with a baseball bat." Artie said seriously.
"Wait – Sam asked out Rachel?" Mercedes asked her voice a little weaker.
"Don't worry, Cedes, I'm sure he won't be making that mistake again." Kurt replied, resting his hand on Mercedes' shoulder.
The bell rang and the four began making their way to the door.
"Did you hear about the time Mike had to kiss Rachel in spin the bottle?" Artie asked to Mercedes as Kurt turned to Quinn.
"Hey Blondie, we're heading to the Lima Bean after school for some drinks, wanna come with?" Kurt asked making Quinn nod with a thankful smile playing on her lips, glad she had already found a group of kind people to be friends with and it just so happened that drinking at the Lima Bean was on her short list of what there was to do in Lima.
That afternoon, Quinn found herself sat sipping on a coffee with Mercedes, Kurt and Artie.
"So what made you move to Lima?" Artie asked.
"My parents split up… mom kicked dad out. And I… I kinda had a really rough year so we thought we should have a fresh start." Quinn explained.
"I'm sorry." Mercedes patted her arm gently.
"Don't be, really," Quinn shook her head and chuckled "I'm so glad to be out of my last school and that I've found such nice people to hang out with like you three and the Glee guys."
"What happened at your last school?" Kurt asked curiously.
Quinn ducked her head and took a shaky breath in. The blonde lifted her head again and met her friends' eyes with a solemn expression.
"Look, if you three promise not to tell anybody…" the three quickly nodded their heads "I got pregnant."
Kurt gasped and nearly choked on his coffee.
Artie stayed silent and patted the male diva on the back and Mercedes shot him with a withering glare as she rubbed Quinn's arm.
"Sorry" squeaked Kurt "you just seem so… wholesome."
"I was… it was a mistake. I got drunk with this douche bag guy because I felt fat that day, he reassured me, lured me in… I gave my virginity away to him and got pregnant because I believed that 'trust me' was a sensible birth control option," Quinn felt tears stinging her eyes and a lump rising in her throat and the other three looked on sympathetically.
"What did you do?" Mercedes asked.
"I c-couldn't go through with an abortion and I g-gave her away," Quinn felt a tear make it's hot track down her cheek but it only lasted a second before Artie wiped with away soothingly "her name was B-Beth and she was beautiful b-but I couldn't look after her, I'm too young. School was difficult after that. I was getting shoved into lockers, my things thrown into dumpsters, everyone including my old drama club friends turned on me because I was even lower in the food chain than they were. I had to sit in the bathrooms alone at lunch because no one would sit with me, I had to work alone in class because no one would work with me, I had to go through the bullying alone because no one stood by me."
Mercedes wrapped her arms around the blonde fully as she broke down into heart-breaking sobs. Kurt reached across the table and held her hand sympathetically and Artie rested his hands on top of theirs.
"I can't imagine how hard that must've been for you, Barbie Girl… but you can trust us, we won't tell anybody." Mercedes assured her.
"It's true, these two were the first two I told that I was gay." Kurt added, smiling thankfully at his two friends who smiled right back at him and Quinn began wiping away her tears.
"Yeah, these two were the first to know when I was crushing on Tina… and when she broke up for me in favour of Asian-Abulous." Artie said looking down at his gloved hands.
"And these two wonderful guys were the first I told that I liked Sam… and now I guess you're the third." Mercedes chuckled and the blonde smiled thankfully at the three of them.
"Thank you guys." Quinn sighed and wiped the remainder of her tears away, glad and surprised that when they'd found out she'd given birth they didn't tease her, they didn't laugh, they didn't mock her or call her horrible names… they were supportive.
"I'll get us some more drinks." Mercedes offered and stood from the table, not before squeezing Quinn's shoulder reassuringly one more time.
"I-I think I've got something in my eye, excuse me." Artie ducked his head and wheeled into the bathrooms.
"Thanks again, Kurt. I thought…" Quinn trailed off and shrugged.
"You thought that we'd be mean and we wouldn't understand? We're not like that Quinn, we can tell you've been through something hard and you've obviously come out stronger because of it. Sure, there will be some people in school who wouldn't be as understanding as us… but idiots will be idiots, we'll just have to make sure they don't get hold of this little nugget of information, huh? And not ruin this fresh start you've got going," Kurt chuckled "this fresh start including a girl crush on the HBIC's sister?"
Quinn choked on air and her eyes widened considerably, the numerous ways to deny his keen observation piling up inside her mind, just as she was about to fire back a refute he continued.
"Hey, circle of trust remember, I won't mention it… just… nice taste, that's all I'm saying… but… Rachel kinda has 'APPROACH WITH CAUTION. BEWARE OF THE HALF-SISTER' rubber stamped on her forehead... and if Satan were to find out she'd rip you limb from limb." Kurt warned.
"So that's what you were talking about earlier! I didn't get that you called Santana 'Satan' …anyway. I don't even know if I'm going to do anything about it." Quinn shrugged and looked down at her lap "anyway, it's just a little crush, what's the worst that could happen?"
Kurt grimaced slightly as if she'd just put a curse on herself.
Mercedes and Artie returned soon enough and Quinn thanked whoever was watching over her for letting her find some good-hearted people she could gladly call friends.
A/N: Thank you for trying out this story. You will find out more about Santana/Rachel's family and their past. You get more Faberry stuff, more Kurt/Artie/Mercedes/Quinn friendship (I don't even know what that brotp is called) More Puckleberry bromance and Pezberry sister-ship. It's gonna be a fun ride.