Happiest Place on Earth

Cult

Quinn Fabray wasn't happy with her life. Or where it was headed, anyway. Don't get her wrong, she loves her daughter, but there is something missing in her life that she just can't quite put her finger on. So when the father of her daughter asks her to move to California, she figures it's time for a change of scenery. A/U. Come along for the ride and discover my version of Faberry.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - [Rachel B., Quinn F.] - Chapters: 20 - Words: 92,271 - Reviews: 228 - Favs: 191 - Follows: 413 - Updated: Apr 10, 2014 - Published: Sep 25, 2013 - id: 9714231
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Disney and Glee do not belong to me.

"ok Emma. Yes. Everything looks great. Just send me the rough draft of the first five chapters." Quinn yawns into her office phone. It's been quite a long day for her.

It's been 3 days since she proposed the idea of Emma Pillsberry's book. She pitched it as a sort of Chicken Soup for the Soul and Cassandra had loved the idea. Ok, maybe saying loved was a bit extreme, but she had given her 5 months for the first draft.

"Sounds good. Talk to you soon." Quinn tells her before hanging up the phone. She isn't even quite sure she hangs it up correctly, but can't find the energy to hang it up properly.

She had spent most of her time at the office the last three days, not being able to fully enjoy her mothers company or spend her last few days with Finn. In fact, tonight would be his going away dinner. He would be leaving bright and early in the morning.

It's only 4 in the afternoon, and already Quinn is exhausted.

Maybe a third 5 hour energy wouldn't hurt. Much. A twitchy eye isn't unattractive. Right?

Ok. Maybe she'll hold off on it.

She hears a slight buzzing coming form inside her office. She knows it's her cellphone but she lost track of it sometime around lunch. As soon as the buzzing stops, it picks up again. This is her fifth phone call in the last 30 minutes. She figures it might be time to answer. It could be urgent.

She stands up, perhaps looking slightly out of her mind. She tries locating where the sound is coming from, but it sounds like it's coming from the potted plant in the back corner of her office. Maybe she really is losing her mind. Why on earth did she think that would be a good place to put her phone?

"Quinn." Tina knocks lightly on Quinn's door, a cellphone in her hand. She stares at the woman as if, maybe she has lost her mind. This may be the case. Quinn could really use a nap. Does Beth get nap time? Or is she too old for that?

"Shhh." Quinn shushes a bit hysterically. "Do you hear that?" She still hasn't quite placed her phone. It wasn't in her plant, then again, why did she think it would be there in the first place?

"It's your phone." Tina tells her hesitantly. Like one would speak to a metal patient. Bring on the straight jacket and padded walls. They sound cozy.

"There's an outlet behind your potted plant. Maybe you put it to charge?" Then Tina shakes her head, as if she is shaking away this nonsense because she has something important to say.

"You haven't answered your phone." Tina tells her, walking into her office and hanging up the office phone correctly for Quinn. She begins to straighten the office for the blonde. Picking up her purse and disconnecting her cellphone from the outlet, placing it in her purse.

"Are you ok to drive?" Tina is speaking to her in a very calm tone, has been since she entered the office. Does she really look that crazy?

"I can't leave yet." Quinn shakes her head. Tina seems insistent though, she's already taken Quinn's arm, leading her out of the office.

"I already talked to Cassandra-" Tina begins, but Quinn is already trying to pull out of her grasp.

"No. I'm fine."