Family Affairs | By : quinnfabraysmut Category: G through L > Glee Views: 41876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Note: Very, very AU...plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
Warning Note: Russell's lust for Quinn begins when she's 13, but he doesn't embrace it until she's 14.
Chicago, IL. 1985
Russell Del Monico hadn’t had the best of childhoods. The family supposedly had a rich history, but that proud heritage had fizzled out by the time Russell was a kid. His mom overdosed when he was just a baby, and his alcoholic of a father was not any better.
He learned how to take care of himself at an early age, which made him the individual he is today.
His dad used him as his punching bag regularly; the old man was a smalltime conman and thief, the proverbial scum of the earth.
Little Russ had no one to turn to.
This was why Russell lived to never show weakness.
Every time his dad passed out drunk after beating him, Russell would go to what passed for a bathroom in their hovel to clean himself up.
“I am tough and nothing can touch me,” he’d repeat to himself in the broken mirror.
***
The pattern continued until Russell turned 16.
His final encounter with his dad left him with a pair of bruised ribs and a broken arm.
Deciding enough was enough, he packed the few belongings he had, all of which fit in a small suitcase, and he simply left.
What was holding him there anyway? He stole a car (maybe Daddy Dearest would have something useful to offer after all) and praying to God the cops wouldn’t pull him over and stop him before he even got started, he drove and drove and drove until the pain became unbearable.
He stopped in a town near Nowhere, Mid-America.
He passed out on a curb hours later, unable to afford a place to sleep.
Boston, MA. 1989
Russell was 18 and sleeping in his stolen car.
A knock on his window pulled him out of his sleep.
A thirty-ish man signaled for him to open the door.
He was afraid.
He was afraid his father had finally somehow gotten some street bullies to track him down.
Then, he realized he was being ridiculous.
The man pointed a flashlight into his car.
As his mind was clearing, he also noticed that the man was not a cop. He was wearing an expensive suit and a hat.
Surely, he wasn’t gonna steal from him. The watch on his wrist was worth more than anything Russell had ever seen. While Russell was pondering, somehow the man managed to get the door open. “What the hell are you doing? Get out of here, or I swear I’ll beat your ass,” the teenager bravely announced.
The man laughed.
“Eh. Funny, kid. I like you. Come on, let’s go get something to eat… and maybe a shower for you,” the mysterious man said while still chuckling.
Offended and masking his fear, Russell glared at him.
“Look, I’m not going anywhere with you. Why should I?” Russell replied.
”Look kid… I’m just trying to help.”
Russell climbed out of the car. Unfortunately, the beating he’d taken in the bar the night before had begun to take its toll.
He passed out.
When he woke up again, it took a few seconds to get accustomed to the light shining in his eyes. Soon, he realized he was indoors.
The room he was in was clean, but he had no idea where it was.
As he began to panic, the man from the night before entered. He was, once again, dressed to the nines except for the hat.
“What the hell—”
The man raised his hand, and his presence somehow made him close his mouth immediately.
“You’re awake. Get dressed. There are clothes on the chair, and I expect you to be downstairs in the kitchen in five minutes to eat.” With that, he turned around and left.
Shocked, Russell mechanically followed the instructions. He didn’t know what else to do. He had no idea where he was.
He had to find out, and the man was his only chance.
As he made his way downstairs, he realized he was in a goddamn mansion!
High ceilings, chandeliers and rich carpets adorned the house. And it wasn’t simply clean; it was hospital clean, practically sterile.
Before he could form any theories as to why, he found the kitchen, where the man was seated at the end of a long table. And, there was a lot of food on the table!
“I’m a man, you know? I don’t dress like a sissy,” Russell said.
He was trying to maintain his tough exterior, even though he knew he was helpless at this point.
“Just sit down, kid,” the man said. Defeated, Russell sat down.
They sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, but then the man spoke.
“Look kid, I can help you. My name is William Fabray, and this is my house. I saw you yesterday and took pity on you. A scrawny kid like you—”
“I’m not a kid, damn it!” Russell shouted.
William loosened his posture.
“Look… What’s your name?”
“Russell.”
“Okay… look, Russell. Let’s start over, okay? First of all, I don’t mean you any harm. I know you don’t trust me, yet,” Russell scoffed. “Listen… okay, look. I’ll never lie to you, I promise. I just want to help you because I can and I saw you need it. Okay? Now, just hear me out, and see if I can offer you something you’ll take. First of all, please eat. You look like you need a good meal.”
Russ was already helping himself to a huge pile of fresh pancakes, pouring lots and lots of syrup on them.
“I guess you’ll take food,” Will chuckled. “As I was saying; I’ll be honest with you if you’ll be honest with me. Second, I want you to tell me who you are and some of your background. I know we’re practically strangers, but in order to help you, I have to know what we’re up against.”
“Why should I trust you? How do I know you won’t take advantage of me?” Russell said with narrowed eyes. “I don’t even know where the hell I am.”
His voice was rising as he spoke.
“Settle down… please.” Russell deflated. “It’s true that we’re strangers, but just looking at you, I can tell you’ve had a rough time. I just want to help. Please, just give me a general idea of your past. And, just as a gesture of good will, I’ll tell you I want you to become my sort of… pupil.”
“Why me?”
Something Will said finally brought Russell around. Russ told William about his dad and running away. And William told the broken teenager his story.
William Fabray had also had a rough life.
But unlike Russell, his childhood had been mostly normal: William’s dad was a loving husband and father. He was a beloved high school music teacher. His mom stayed home and raised William.
Will was happy, and, then, everything went to pot.
One night, his parents kissed him good night and went to bed. The next thing he knew, the cops were waking him up and taking him to an orphanage.
Some burglars came during the night, and Will’s father tried to stop them. They killed him and Will’s mother.
Somehow, Will had slept through it all, and the burglars didn’t even know he was there.
Years and many bad foster homes later, Will had managed to get into college.
Then, he found out the real reason his parents were dead was that the burglars had been high.
He became a man on a mission: he would make sure his city was safe. He would do whatever necessary to ensure that every citizen would be safe, so that no more kids would be orphans.
He began to set up his “business.” He became the law outside the law.
He became a vigilante. He did many things that were illegal, but he was always effective.
William was just a smart kid when he started, but he made a name for himself helping the police do what they couldn’t.
And along the way, he made a lot of enemies.
When William met Emma Pillsbury, an innocent woman with a smile that could light literally any room she came into, Will’s world again took a dramatic turn.
She was special. She was a quirky, red-headed clean freak who became Will’s world.
He shifted his focus to starting a family with the love of his life.
Then, an old enemy took Emma and their unborn child away from him… as in killed them… dead.
Will’s world crashed down around him. He’d never be the same.
Emma’s seeming eternal light left William’s eyes.
Will threw himself back into his previous life’s work. But now, the once forgiving man punished at the least slight. Even the cops who begrudgingly respected him before, now he made himself their enemy too.
He spent his days surviving and his nights wallowing in pain and solitude.
But… then he spotted Russell’s car, and something told him this could change everything once again.
Russell looked so similar to his younger self that something in Will clicked. He may never get to be what he’d hoped, but his legacy didn’t have to be a dead family and jail time.
This young man could be molded into a better version of himself, a man with a bright future who, when the right time came, could take up the mantle of protecting the kids of Boston again.
William had found his protégé, he hoped, and a new mission, one that Emma would have been proud of.
Will told Russell his story, and it was intense.
He concluded by giving him some last instructions.
“If you agree to work for me, you will always wear dress shirts and pants. Later, you’ll wear jackets and ties. Appearance is important,” Will said.
The rest, as they say, is history. A new partnership was formed.
William tracked down Russ’s father and “took care” of him.
Russell changed his last name to Fabray.
Russell’s fortune was made, and Will Fabray’s mission became his mission.
Thankful for the stranger’s help, Russell willingly learned from Will.
Russ was as bright as Will had thought, and, eventually, Will’s business thrived under young Russ.
Russell’s style was different. Russell had a way with people, and his words carried an authority even Will’s never did. The student became the master, as the old saying goes.
Will prepared the way, and Russell made Boston safe and both teacher and student rich…
Lima, Ohio. 1994
Sarah Puckerman was alone at home when her water broke. Her rock star wannabe one-night stand turned husband, was out god knows where.
He was probably fucking some nameless whore.
Her mother had insisted they get married to save the family reputation, and when a disgruntled John Puckerman agreed, she was over the moon.
It was love at first sight for her, but John just wanted her for her body.
The first few months, they’d had passionate encounters.
He’d even pretended commitment, but the pressure of a baby on the way ended all that.
John thought he was too good to be tied down in a little town in the middle of fucking Ohio with a baby to take care of.
The delivery was rather quick. John appeared when everything was done, mid-hangover, and Noah Puckerman began his life.
John found a conscience and a job at the local garage.
Soon after Noah’s eighth birthday, though, Sarah announced that she was pregnant again.
Noah was happy, but John was not.
He flew off the handle. He thought he’d be done with all this domestic shit soon.
He wanted to tour again. He was still young and hot.
He could still make it big, be a rock star.
He disappeared.
His family was left with nothing.
Sarah became a shell of the woman she once was.
Noah had to take care of his little sister’s daily needs while Sarah worked as a waitress by day to pay for nursing school at night.
Sarah’s kids barely existed for her anymore except when she took out all her frustrations on the one who reminded her most of John Puckerman, at least physically… Noah.
Meanwhile, Noah spent what little time he had left to himself playing the old guitar his dad had left.
His father had once beaten him for strumming it, but now he claimed it.
After six months, he finally gave up hope of his father coming back, and he resolved to take his place even more fully.
He transformed himself into a mohawk-wearing badass wandering Lima doing any paying odd job available.
He paid the bills, and his mother never noticed.
Sarah finally came out of what turned out to be depression when she started dating Burt Hummel, widower, father of Kurt and John Puckerman’s former boss.
Eventually, they married, and Burt adopted Rebecca, Puck’s sister.
Sarah was finally happy… and rich.
Puck, however, was not.
He hated Burt Hummel.
He’d gotten used to being the man of the house, and now his father would never come back.
Noah hated that Rebecca loved the Hummels and being a part of their family.
Well, Puck wouldn’t give in. He’d do it alone.
He set up his pool cleaning business.
He got quality cougar pussy on the side while the husbands paid him.
It was a sweet setup.
Boston, Massachusetts. 1994
Life was good for young Russell Fabray.
After a period of adjustment when Will and Russell clashed more than a few times, Russell was a polished man.
He was gaining a reputation, a good one.
People respected him, admired him even.
Some feared him, but most of them envied him.
He was handsome; well-dressed, charming, and outwardly respectable.
Most importantly, Boston was becoming safer because of him.
And as Russell took over the Fabray enterprises more, they went “straight” as they say.
As in legitimate, not just money laundering establishments.
Legitimacy meant jobs for the people of Boston… another feather in the Fabray Industries’ cap.
And, with Fabray Industries becoming more and more above ground, even the seedier elements in Boston assumed a more polished veneer.
There were fewer murders and more people in church on Sunday.
Disputes were settled quietly… effectively but still quietly.
Instead of ending up in a pool of blood, people simply disappeared.
At 23, Russell Fabray met Judy Mason.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, a blond haired, blue eyed goddess.
She worked in her aunt’s bakery.
Judy’s aunt was her only living relative, and they bonded over loss and cupcakes.
Judy was raised to marry a nice, respectable man, and Russell Fabray was as respectable as they came in Boston.
And she was madly in love with him.
Unfortunately, Russell wasn’t as in love. He just wasn’t mature enough to settle down.
Judy got pregnant.
Judy had been raised in a traditional home to believe that illegitimate children were the product of sin.
Will had taught Russell to take responsibility for his actions, and besides he didn’t want to be his father.
Russell had found a father figure in Will, and Will had found the son he’d never had.
And, Will extended the same love and acceptance to Judy and her aunt.
Russell and Judy got married, quietly.
And, Russell already loved his unborn child, so by extension he loved his or her mother even more.
They all awaited her arrival eagerly.
Judy went into early labor, which was normal for a young, first time mother.
The birth was messy and hard, but in the end, after almost a full day of labor, a healthy baby girl was born.
But, Judy didn’t make it. She had started a hemorrhage during the long delivery, and the doctors couldn’t save her.
One life entered the world, and another departed.
Russell was sad to lose Judy. She had become important to him, but really he never had loved her like she’d loved him.
On the other hand, as soon as he held the soft bundle the nurse handed to him, and his daughter looked wide-eyed at him, he was devoted to her for life.
He would never be able to live without one Lucy Quinn Fabray.
The day after Judy’s funeral, Russell brought Quinn home.
Judy’s aunt was a great help with little Quinn. Will and Russell would have been lost without her.
She moved into the Fabray mansion and helped taking care of the baby, and all was well until old Mrs. Mason finally succumbed to her age.
Russell had to take Quinn away.
Boston was much safer than when Russell had arrived, but it was no place for his daughter to live.
So, Russell left Will to hold things down in Boston while he took Quinn to tiny Lima, Ohio.
Emma was from there, and Will said no one would know them or bother them there.
Russell would run the expanding Fabray Enterprises from Lima, and Quinn would have a childhood as normal as was possible when you’re the daughter of Russell Fabray.
Lima, Ohio. 2008
Santana Lopez had an easy life.
She had two older brothers and two loving parents, Carlos and Maribel Lopez, prominent doctors.
She had everything she wanted, materially.
Her parents were workaholics, and her brothers were much older.
So Santana was mostly alone.
She had her abuela when she needed companionship, but otherwise she liked her solitude.
Santana’s formative years made her strong and resilient, if hot-tempered, and it was her against the world.
The toughness masked at least a certain amount of loneliness, though.
Her first day of high school was terrifying. She was in a new school, unprepared and different from everyone else.
But, she set her jaw, raised her head and marched in ready to take on this new world like she had her old one.
Then, she collided with someone.
That someone was a regal blonde, possibly the most beautiful girl Santana had ever seen.
“Watch where you’re going,” Santana growled from the floor.
“I’m sorry,” the blonde goddess said. “Let me help you.”
Something about how Quinn responded to her gruffness clicked with Santana.
Very soon, they were the best of friends. They told each other everything.
Eventually, by the end of their Freshman year, Santana and Quinn had mutually agreed that they were the sisters they’d never had.
Russell unquestioningly accepted Santana as well. He became her second father, in some ways more of a real father than her own.
Quinn and Santana were confidantes. Quinn’s most important secret was her relationship with Russell, and Santana’s was her true sexuality.
She slept with guys but hated it.
But, she thought she needed to to keep her status.
Quinn and Santana ruled the school together and climbed the social ladder so fast and so decisively, they were never challenged.
Finally, Santana couldn’t take the lies anymore and told her parents she was a lesbian.
They kicked her out once and for all.
Even though she still had her abuela, the Fabray house became hers whenever she needed it.
Santana finally understood what true family was.
Santana had never questioned Quinn either. In fact, she was relieved when Quinn and Russell finally broke the sexual tension that had been building for at least a year.
“Finally!” she had said when Quinn admitted her new love affair with her father.
Somewhere along the way, Brittany S. Pierce had wormed her way into the Fabray/Lopez bubble; Santana finally had her romantic partner for life.
Santana and Brittany had each other.
Once Santana had a public relationship, Quinn knew she needed one, too.
While they were freshmen, Quinn could get away with fending off boys’ advances, letting Santana be the cliché cheerleader slut.
Being president of the Celibacy Club also gave Quinn the excuse to stay single. In order to avoid temptation, she stayed single.
But the truth is that, by the time she was a sophomore, Quinn was neither single nor celibate.
She had been in love since she was fourteen, but her lover was her very own father.
She couldn’t let anyone besides Santana know, so once Santana was dating Brittany, the head cheerleader had to find a boyfriend.
As much as it pained her to do it, she had to for now.
One day, she and Russell would find a way to share their love publicly, but right now they couldn’t.
The problem was that the quarterback, the perfect cover for the head cheerleader, was a dolt, too stupid to even give him the time of day.
She chose Noah Puckerman. She knew he was a player and a particularly disgusting version of one, but she only needed someone to hide behind. She didn’t care if he slept around.
For his part, Puck couldn’t believe his luck.
Once he met the famous Quinn Fabray, only daughter of the stinking rich Russell Fabray, he knew he’d found the proverbial golden ticket.
With Quinn on his arm, he knew his future was set.
So, even though Quinn let Puck dangle for a while, making him jump through hoops like flowers, carrying her books, turning him down for dates a couple of times, eventually and inevitably, she allowed him to call her his girlfriend.
Soon, the news spread that the Puckster had snagged the head cheerleader, Celibacy Club virgin Quinn.
No one gave them a chance at lasting.
They made it through high school, though.
Puck was over the moon, but he never suspected he was being played and cruelly used.
With Puck to hide behind, no one, not even Puck, ever suspected that behind closed doors at the Fabray mansion, passions flared with no inhibitions whatsoever. It was seriously dirty.
The only thing left to worry about was if Puck would stick to the rules.
Would he always stick by her, even while continuing his philandering ways?
Would he always come back to her for as long she needed him?
She made sure he would by throwing him a bone once in a while and sleeping with her.
Everyone was happy.
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