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...
I drum my hand anxiously along the window board of the Silver Bentley Mulsanne as it approaches the parking lot of McKinley High. I had just gotten out of an impromptu video conference and unfortunately, somethings things are more believable to your business associates when you're on the road on a Bentley than you are driving around in a Beetle.
My chauffeur Anton nods as he rounds the car near the Beetle where Quinn parked her car. I drop off the car and check the interior of her car looking for any signs of struggle or clues to why she was missing.
I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that she's alright and no one tried to kidnap her.
But still doesn't mean I'm not worried as hell though, I scratch my head and wonder what the hell can a girl be so busy and not look at her phone.
I already left her three messages.
Quinn could have made five or six rounds around the entire school premises and I was sure to have seen her. I scan across the many faces of America's future and find none of them satisfactory. I try calling her, but it ends up going to voice mail.
I shrug and make my way inside and look for Mr. Schuster. I find myself entering down across the hall inside a room where I find a pert, redhead with huge brown eyes framing her delicate face.
I remember her as the school guidance counselor during my short stint in McKinley.
The Mousy Redhead.
What was her name again?
"Emma," I announce my presence as I knock on the door. Emma Pillsbury raises her head and gapes at me with those big brown eyes that look ready to pop out of their sockets.
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I quell the urge to roll my eyes; here we go again. I want to dispel that unbridled admiring look off her face because I have other things to worry that don't concern her.
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"M-m-mister Hargreave!" the mouse squeaks as she quickly stands to greet me. I raise my hand and shake my head, offering her to sit back again. She obeys dutifully and resumes looking at me with those huge saucers. "Can I help you with something?"
