Fanfiction written around Season 3 of the TV show, Glee.
Story revolves in an alternate reality of Quinn Fabray meeting her Mr Right in a form of a bright, young, temperamental billionaire who is in search of his younger brother.
Things get a bit mo...
When I discovered my mother's twin was working in a UPS chain store owned by some guy named Russell Fabray, I knew I had to find some way to earn the man's trust. I wasn't going to just drop in and give Aunt Luna a coronary, the last time my father tried to do that, she threatened to call the police and told him to stay the hell away from my mother.
God help me if I ended up doing the same stupid thing my old man did back then.
So I needed more information and some way to get close to her, without giving myself away and the only answer was to work here. I should have dumb down my credentials but it was a bit too late to argue and change anything since the local database would check out eventually. I walked in Fabray's office with my CV and handed it to him, saying that I was an out-of-college business major looking for a job.
After a brief interview, Russell Fabray turns out that he was in need of making amends to his daughter after what he put his family through. I listen intently as the man started bawling out that he didn't mean to leave his wife and children for a woman who had more tattoos than skin on her body. I didn't blame him. The guy was a staunch Christian fellow whom I had this impression was the type who enjoyed spending his weekends on some boring Bible thumping activity.
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I don't have anything against it, it was never my cup of tea.
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Anyway, he showed me a picture of his "precious daughter", a photograph of a dowdy young girl with auburn brown hair and thick plastic glasses. He went on about how his daughter was interested in getting into Yale but with the tuition rates, he doubted they could afford such a luxury. I agreed to help in return that I spend time at the shop, with hopes of running into Neil without Aunt Luna recognizing me.
I had long avoided being photographed in public due to constant threats of kidnapping; I have paid the paparazzi and every media available to keep my profile low key. So chances that I would be recognized are pretty slim.
Besides, I didn't feel the need to tell him that my family is a legacy in Yale: my dad, my granddad, his father, and the ones before them all went to Yale. It's almost like an unwritten family tradition.
Naturally, I rebelled and went to Harvard, mainly to stay away from my family. I actually preferred the quiet charm Boston offered for a while before I quit my final year there. My life was like an episode of Gossip Girl gone to life where I played a cross between Nathan Archibald and Chuck Bass but with a self-resentment equivalent to Dan Humphries.
