A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to thank all of you for being so patient with me. I'd also like to give a special shout out to Nightlancer600, harleysantana23, happyashy, and Stepheyy for letting me know that a chapter of this story had been plagiarized. I know this is going to sound incredibly sappy, but it makes me feel good knowing that people out there care about this story, and feel protective of it. So thank you for alerting me about that. The person who stole the chapter had taken it down before I could send her any type of message, so somehow it was all taken care of, but I am going to keep an eye on her account just in case.
Alright, moving on; I'd like to apologize to everyone for taking so damn long updating this story. Life has been kicking me in the teeth, and it's left me with no desire whatsoever to write. I churned this chapter out in about an hour and a half (focusing my mind has been a huge problem lately and many many songs were listened to, and a couple snacks consumed, which did nothing but make it a little more difficult to get this out), and it hasn't been carefully proofread so sorry for any errors you may find. I'm going to try my best to get the next chapter up as quickly as possible, but like almost every single story I've ever written, the second I come up with an outline or some type of plan for future chapters, my mind immediately rebels and writing the damn thing becomes impossible. Turns out I'm a discovery writer and not a planner so I'm going to just have to relearn to work with my brain instead of fighting it every step of the way. I hope you enjoy, and I'll talk to you guys later.
When the camera turns on again, the image is of Quinn sitting on the edge of her bed with a little black remote in her hand. Judy is sitting next to her and they both look a little uncomfortable. Quinn's smile is nervous and tight, and Judy keeps shifting on the bed, and refuses to look at the camera. Quinn takes in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, and when she smiles again it looks less forced than the one before it.
"Hey, Alice; right now it's six-fifteen on May twenty- fifth, and I'm going to try and keep this intro part as brief as possible. Your mom said that she isn't going to edit out the argument I had yesterday with your grandmother. She said that sometimes life is messy and you need to see that side of it too, but I don't want that to be all that you see so I want to show you that just because you disagree with someone, it doesn't mean you can't apologize and move on."
She puts the remote down on the bed and turns until she's facing her mother. Judy doesn't look as nervous as she did a few seconds ago, but it's obvious by the tense way she's holding her shoulders that she's still not completely comfortable in front of the camera. When Quinn gets settled again, she reaches out and gently moves some of the hair out of her daughter's face and tucks it behind her ear, and a small smile appears on both of their faces.
"I'm really sorry for yelling at you yesterday. I should have stayed calm and explained why I was feeling the way I was feeling, and I shouldn't have let the situation get so out of control," she says, and tears immediately swell up in her eyes. A water laugh bubbles at the back of her throat and she wipes away her tears with the back of her thumbs. "God, I'm sorry. Rachel was right, I'm so freaking tired and hormonal that I can't control anything right now."
Judy scoots forward enough so she is able to wrap an arm around Quinn, and gently but firmly rub her back. Her smile gets a little bigger when Quinn rests her head against her shoulder, and takes in a deep, shaky breath. The two sit there like that for a few moments, the only sounds in the room are Quinn's soft sniffling, and the rustling of Quinn's shirt as her mother continues to sooth her.
"It's ok, baby," Judy says, her voice low and soft as Quinn continues to hide her face. "This is all completely normal. And I'm sorry for bringing up your dad like that. I know it's always been a touchy subject with us, but when he called it took me a little off guard, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I should have known you wouldn't want to talk about him so soon after giving birth. Your body and mind are still healing, and I'm sorry, sweetie, for handling that so badly."
Quinn pulls back, away from her mother, and wipes away the last of her tears. Her bottom lip is quivering, and more tears are building up in her eyes but she manages to hold them back. "I just hate that even though I haven't talked to him in years he still has this power over me. I hate that I care so freaking much." When her mother wraps her up in a hug, she doesn't fight it even though that's her first instinct. Growing up, her mother was never a source of comfort, and trying to get used to that now is harder than she would be willing to admit.
"I hate it say it, sweetie, but you're always going to care about him in one way or another. Even if you can move passed it as best you can, some small part of you deep down is going to wish he would accept you, and love you for who you are. I know you don't think I understand you and your life now because it's so different from mine at your age, but I do know a thing or two about being rejected by a parent, and sometimes it never stops no matter how responsible you are, or how old you get. So when your mind slips off to that place, and you find yourself wishing that things were different, just remember that I love you and I'm so, so proud of you, Quinnie."
That last sentence is the straw that finally breaks Quinn's emotional back. She clings to her mother, her fingers dig into the older woman's shoulder blades, and harsh sobs pour out of her throat, making her whole body quiver. She's able to take in a deep breath when she feels her mother's arms wrap around her, a sense of warmth and comfort wash over her like they haven't in years unless it was Rachel or one of her close friends offering the support.
Judy begins to gently rock back and forth with Quinn still wrapped securely in her arms, and she begins to softly hum. The sound can't be heard well over the sound of Quinn's sobbing, but the song has an immediate effect on Quinn, and her sobs quiet down almost right away. She coughs a few times, her back shaking harshly with the sound. Her arms relaxed, loosening the tight grip, and her loud sniffles can vaguely be heard; her mother's shoulder muffles the sound as Quinn continues to keep her face buried against the older woman's body.
After Quinn calms down completely, Judy keeps humming for a few minutes, rocking slowly back and forth and gently rubbing Quinn's back. Her blues eyes are brimming with tears, but that small smile never leaves her face. She quickly wipes her tears away when Quinn slowly sits up, and the younger blonde wipes her own face clean; her skin is stained red from her tears and her eyes are puffy but she doesn't seem to care.
"What was that?" she asks as she uses the back of her sleeve to wipe her nose, and the look on Judy's face goes from soft to commanding in a second flat. She looks as though she's about to reprimand Quinn as she would a young child, but instead she takes a breath and relaxes again.
"My mother used to sing me that song whenever there was a thunder storm. I was terrified of them when I was young. Once when you were three you had a really bad ear infection in both of your ears. You screamed and cried for hours, the medicine the doctor gave me didn't seem to help with the pain, and that song was the only thing that calmed you down."
"Maybe you could teach it to me sometime?" she asks with a small smile tugging at her lips. "I know Rachel is going to make it a huge priority to teach Alice the classics, and every show tune she thinks is important, but I think having a song that's just ours would be nice." She looks down at her lap, the expression on her face is bashful, and her eyebrows are knit together, her insecurity clearly getting the better of her.
"I'll be here for another three days so I think that will be perfect," she says, and can barely contain the watery smile pulling at her lips. After a couple moments of silence, the two start laughing very tired shaky sounding laughs. They continue to wipe at their eyes, banishing the last of their tears as the rest of their anxiety drains from their bodies.
"We should go get something to eat. I'm sure Rachel is pacing the floor waiting for us to come out," Quinn says, with one last quiet sniffle. She ignores her mother's eye roll, not wanting to get into another one of those arguments again; the arguments about Rachel's feelings not being more important than her own, and how Rachel needs to learn patience since the Fabrays tend to take a little longer to process their emotions. With one last smile at the camera, Quinn picks up the remote and the screen cuts to black.