This episode is most likely not going to be axes long as I have a carol service I need ( -_-) to go to because I'm the 'pianist who doesn't play piano but actually base...'
Also I have an Idea for a brittana story but I might actually write a book with that idea, that is, Of course, I get to find the Young politic ional group.
The conversation of the day prior was stuck in his mind. Lodged like a thorn and no matter what, he could not seem to dispose of it. Maybe this was the key to what he needed to find out, What if, this held the answer to all he wanted to know. Another day had passed and now only 9 days remained, two days were all that was left at McKinley before they departed for the holiday adventures. All he had been the song he had wrote for Beth and that still wasn't completely done, it was good but not perfect. The two other women held no clue. Again he replayed the Convocation in his mind.
"It was your choice I don't get to see her, your choice, not mine. I respect that after the way I treated you but I don't want to mention her to rub it in!"
The thought was replayed in his mind. It made him think of his life without the beautiful blonde haired child in his life, To have her taken away when she was everything you could want. It caused a pain in his heart. A gift for Quinn was to have Beth but that would ruin The elder of the two womans life and she too, he cared about a lot. Ice was forming on the windows of the room where he sat in silence and for a moment that occupied him but then His mind wandered back to hi first love and he wondered where she may be now.
Her fingers were stone cold and deep shivers ran through her making her shake. Well either that was making her shake or the tears that ran down her pale, numb face. Across the symetrical street she could see looks of curios neighbours as to why she was sitting upon the porch of her fathers tempory accomodation. It reminded her much of a house off desperate houswives though you would have thought that a single man would have bought a cute place in the city or at least something tht could gain the title 'Bachelor' But non of the sort.
It was as if he was torturing her.
He had picked a house just like the one when they were all a family. When she didn't have to venture into unknown street nor meet new people. More importantly, were she would forget to bring her key. It was not as if she had wanted to see the man ache had once known as a father figure. Her tone towards him was full of despise. But the ever growing bruise on her mothers face was to outstand able to ignore. She could tell he was inside the house as the found of banging could be heard around its presence. From the American dream kitchen to where the TV blasted out songs from Kerrang.
But no Father like her's would listen to kerrang.
This sent curiosity spiralling through her. Was someone else in her own Fathers house? Eyes full of thought and a brain rushing in her head she began to search around for a silver key. The one thing she had known about the fabray's, more over, her Father, was that they always hid a key. Searching the most obvious contraptions before getting on her hands and knees looking in any alcoves or where any curiosities may find her. Eventually she found a hole in a loose tile which was to be covered up by the door mat. Unlocking the white door with the key she stepped inside.
What was she to expect? This was the first time she had ventured into her Fathers new accommodation and the whole world seemed to have overcome her. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just how an average American suburb house was turned to look like. Wooden floors through out with a modern twist and open plan living.
But she could still her someone rummaging about.
Following the noise her searches lead her to a kitchen with marble tops and cream walls. There she saw a woman who caused a gasp to escape from inside her
"Are you Quinn?" She asked through a sp of a protein shake. The woman mustn't have been more than 25, Blonde hair and sin that could only be described as Borange.
"Yea, who are you?" Her tone was UN explicable and yet monotone as she watched the girl walk round the house. Her Father's house. As if she owned it. The woman rushed over to the blonde and wrapped her arms round her in a fake warm embrace.
"I'm your new Step-Mum!" The girl cried. Quinn's face turned into shock. A whole life of disbelief had overcome her in a state of what she believed. This was not right. Could not, in any reasonable way, be happening. So she did the only rational thing like she always did. She ran into the cold night letting the frost eat at her skin hoping it would swallow her whole.
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Glee - 12 days of Christmas ep. 2by gleekfull1112567 views
I love Brittana stories.(; && that was really good.(:
glee0817 2 months ago
this is really good :) i love all the details you put in
beastielou98 2 months ago