"I can't believe you told your mom. What if she tells my mom?" I heard Quinn whisper to Finn from my locker "She's not." Finn defended "Half the school knows. Your mom knows. Who else you wanna tell?" Quinn interrogated. "She's not gonna tell anybody." Finn continued "You're wrong. I'm right. I'm smart. You're dumb." Quinn pointed out.
"No, no, no. You're wrong. I'm right. I'm right." Quinn shouted as she walked down the hall
"She doesn't talk to other moms." Finn said. "You're wrong. I'm right." I mocked in a feminine voice before turning down the hall.
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"Mmm. A lovely ham." Finn hummed as he ate the food Mrs. Fabray had prepared. "Thank you." Mrs. Fabray smiled "There is no beating Judy's ham." Mr. Fabray nodded "I cure all my own meats." she stated.
I wiped my mouth as I placed my fork down "I've actually stated getting into curing my own meats. The food always taste much more flavorful." Mrs. Fabray nodded in agreement with my words. "I'd like to propose a toast." Mr. Fabray said, tapping his utensil on his glass and standing up.
"Daddy, no." Quinn said embarrassedly "Russell and his famous toasts." Mrs. Fabray shook her head "The Fabrays are a tight-knit family. I have been blessed with a loving wife... two remarkable daughters. My first married a wonderful Christian man, owns his own chain of U.P.S. stores. My second daughter, little Quinny... we're just so proud of her. Captain of the Cheerios, president of the Celibacy Club. I got a little peak at the dress. I'm certain she's a shoo-in for princess." he smiled down at Quinn.
Quinn smiled softly and looked away from him "She is." Mrs. Fabray butted in "But tonight... we are very glad to welcome
her young friend, quarterback no less and his brother-" his speech was interrupted.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Finn announced "Uh, too much pop." he said. I could tell he was lying "Oh, wait. It's right through
the kitchen, sweetheart." Mrs. Fabray stopped him. "He wears a helmet when he plays, right?" he looked at me.
I shrugged "I think it's a little loose sometimes, Mr. Fabray." I responded. In response Quinn kicked my leg under the table "He's just intimidated by you, Daddy." Quinn chuckled
Not too soon after Finn came out of the bathroom "That's my kitchen radio." Mrs. Fabray said I'm a confused tone "Yeah, I need to borrow it." he smiled softly. "Finn? What's this?" Quinn asked.
I looked at my brother skeptically "Well, we have this assignment in Glee Club to sing a ballad. They're all about expressing the things you can't find any other way to say." he explained "Oh, God. Finn, don't." I begged "Please, don't." Quinn pleaded.
He looked around nervously "No, I need to do this... for all of us." he said "There is no all of us don't ropee into this." I frowned.
That horrible song just landed Quinn in deep shit. I smacked Finn on the back of the head for the third time. Quinn grabbed my hand and told me to stop. "There must be some sort of mistake here. Quinny, we raised you right." her mom sighed disappointedly.
Quinn was on the verge of tears "You... You did. We didn't even have sex." Finn clarified. Technically he was right, they didn't. But we did "I'm sorry. Can we just stop with the lying, please?" Mrs. Fabray replied I'm a fed up tone. "But I'm..." Finn's sentence was cut off.
"When you were about five years old... I took you and your sister
down to an Indians game. All the other dads brought their sons. But my two girls were enough for me." Mr. Fabray spoke "Daddy." Quinn said desperately.
