Pairing/Character: Quinn, Puck, Beth, Shelby
When/Where: AU. Between 96 and 98.
Quick Note: Just an extra bit.
Word Count: 200 (Double Drabble ) (Outtake: 1 of 2 )
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"Why won't my sister visit?" Beth asked, looking at Quinn across her stack of blueberry pancakes.
After subtly checking to make sure Shelby wasn't listening, Quinn sighed. "You know how your mom is still angry at Mrs. Kim?"
"Yup," Beth said. "She wouldn't sell Mom that desk she really wanted, because she teaches singing."
"So your mom refused to talk to her," Quinn said. "For months. Until Miss Patty made them play nice."
"Silly grownups," Beth said, giggling.
Quinn nodded. "Your sister is the same way," she said. "She got angry at something your mom did years and years ago but there's no Miss Patty to get them to hug and make up."
"Maybe we can send Miss Patty to New York?" Beth asked.
"We could ask, but I think it would be better for your sister to come here," Quinn said, cringing internally at the thought of Rachel being confronted by Miss Patty, in all her glory.
"Can we call her?" Beth asked.
"We can try tonight," Quinn said. "Before you go to bed."
"Okay," Beth said, nodding, a serious expression on her face. Watching her carefully jab a piece of pancake, Quinn really hoped Rachel would finally cooperate.
From her perch on the bandstand steps, Rory watched the younger woman walking across the town square with her niece. Her journalist's nose told her there was something there, some hidden story. Years ago she would have jumped at the idea but time had tempered her impulsive desire to know everything.
There was definitely a family resemblance between the two, she decided. Certainly closer than between Beth and her mother.
Town gossip had it that the enigmatic Quinn Fabray lived with a Broadway actress, something that had kept the local scandalmongers talking for weeks.
"What are you scheming about now?" a voice whispered in her ear, an arm wrapping around her waist.
"Hey, Paris," Rory said, hugging her old classmate. She pointed at Beth and Quinn playing in the snow across the square, laughter drifting to them on the breeze.
"She does have a certain presence," Paris said softly, "to go with those Midwestern Princess looks."
"Midwest? I thought she went to Yale?"
"Top of her class," Paris said.
"How do you know?" Rory asked.
"I have my sources," Paris said haughtily, before laughing and jumping up. "Gilmore! Stop it!"
"You can't resist the tickle," Rory said, wriggling her fingers.
"She isn't coming," Shelby said, staring out the kitchen window at Puck and Beth making a snowman.
"There's still time," Quinn told her, though she didn't expect Rachel to come either.
"Ten years," Shelby said, glancing at Quinn for a moment. "We've only talked once in the last ten years. When you needed a place to stay in the city."
"It's a start," Quinn said, hugging her in sympathy. "Forgiveness is a family trait."
"It isn't quite the same thing," Shelby said. "You were a misguided, hurting teenager. I was the adult who replaced her with a newer model."
"Well, Beth is lower maintenance than Rachel," Quinn said, winking. "Without all the diva-ish tendencies."
Shelby shook her head. "How is she doing? Really?"
"Calmer. She's not high school Rachel," Quinn said. "All of that manic energy finally has an outlet."
"You've seen her play?"
Quinn nodded. "It's not something I would take Beth to, but it's good. And the rest of the cast seem to really like her."
"You've met them?"
"They insisted on vetting the new roommate," Quinn said. "They're protective of her."
"Good," Shelby said. "Do you think she'll come to Beth's birthday party?"
"Possibly," Quinn said.
"Aunt Quinn! Aunt Quinn!" a young voice shouted as she stepped out into the cold winter air. Looking in the voice's direction, she couldn't help smiling at the sight of Beth madly waving at her from Puck's SUV.
"Hey Q, how's my hot BM?" Puck said, winking at her from the driver's seat. Shaking her head, she slid into the back next to Beth.
"Where's Shelby?" she asked, before hugging from Beth. "Hi Beth," she said, tickling her.
"Mommy has a concert," Beth said, giggling, her seat belt preventing her from escaping Quinn's fingers. Quinn looked at Puck for an explanation.
"Concert tonight," he said.
"And she's getting them ready?" Quinn asked, buckling herself in. Shelby wasn't as intense as she'd been back in Ohio, but performances? Still serious business.
"We're meeting her at Chilton," he said.
Quinn raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "How'd you swing that?" she asked. He might run one of the best contracting firms in New England, but he looked like a biker with his tattoos.
"Connections, Babe!" he said. Quinn snorted. "Okay, we're doing a job there," he admitted.
"Better, and don't call me babe," she said, winking at Beth, causing her to giggle again.