The Story About Quinn @queendiannaagron
Chapter 2

AN: This is the first story I've written in the past tense so if I slip up and use a few words in the present tense, please forgive me aha.

Also, I should've said this in the last chapter but I don't have any experience with PTSD so I apologise if I get/got something wrong.

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Chapter 2

Belle hesitated before knocking on Callum's door, because she knew that as soon as she did, she'd have to say goodbye to her best friend.

A hand landed on her shoulder, placed there to make the young survivor ready and Belle looked up to see Judy. The two of them had grown close over the last month. Judy visited Belle four times a week, twice a week they would talk about Belle, once a week Judy allowed Belle to ask her questions about herself, and on the last day they'd just hang out and play games. Belle was making slow progress and was beginning to open up slightly in group therapy, which both Judy and Jen were happy about.

But now, standing in the hallway, all her confidence was drained and Judy was starting to worry. Would Belle recede once Callum left? Did having a friend who understood help?

It was then that Judy got an idea.

"I have to go but I'll be back this afternoon okay?"

"You're leaving me?" Belle asked.

"Just for a little while, perhaps this is something you'd rather do alone anyway."

Belle felt more solid than she ever had, thanks to Judy and opening up in group therapy has helped her confidence, even if it did make her feel a little fucked up in the head.

"Yeah, I can do this."

Finally, Belle knocked on the door and as it opened, Callum's jaw dropped.

"No. Fricking. Way!" He exclaimed, looking up at Judy, who was just about to turn and leave. "You didn't tell me that the woman who was helping you was Judy Fabray!"

"You know her?" Belle asked him, confused. She looked up at the woman who looked equally perplexed.

"I know of her, she's a legend around here."

Judy chuckled. "Good to know that I'm still famous even 2 years after I left."

Before any more could be said, she turned and walked away, promising Belle that she'd be back later.

As soon as they were alone, Callum dragged Belle into his room before slapping her arm.

"Ouch, Mouse! What was that for?"

"You didn't tell me!"

"I didn't know it was necessary to tell you. I've been here over three months and never heard anything about her."

"Well that's because you stay locked away in your room Slothy."

At the sight of the pout on his friend's face, Callum backtracked.

"Regardless, it's cool that she's your therapist now."

"She's more than that." Belle frowned, not quite sure how to describe their relationship, but she knew she was more than just another patient to Judy.

"Well I'm glad you've got someone and you're making progress. I'd hate to see you locked up in here forever."

"Hey if I don't get to leave in two months, I'm breaking out." The blonde joked before looking around Callum's bedroom.

She'd been in here a few times, normally patients weren't allowed in each other's rooms and had to commune in a common room but Judy had pulled some strings for today. Before today though, Belle had occasionally snuck into her best friend's room after a particularly strong nightmare, spending the night in the brown-haired boy's embrace, despite the fact that he was a lot shorter and almost two years younger than her, she still found comfort in his arms. The space was slightly bigger than her room but the furniture was the same except for an extra chair. Belle's room had initially had an extra chair but as it was meant for visitors, she'd thrown it into the hallway in a fit of rage. However, in contrast to the blonde's room, Callum's walls were covered in photos. Some of his mother, a couple of himself and Belle from one day when Rebecca had brought in a camera, some of his friends from both America and England, but the majority contained his dad. When Belle had first seen them, she'd been confused, she wasn't capable of looking at pictures of her family for even a few seconds without either crying or getting a flashback. However, Callum had soon explained that he saw it differently, if he could look at pictures of his father, it was like he wasn't really dead and although denial can be dangerous and prevent recovery, he didn't care as it helped to calm him whenever he felt irritable or angry. Sometimes he'd even talk to the pictures and it assisted him in unloading whatever thoughts were clogging his brain.

"How come you haven't packed up the pictures yet?" She asked him.

"Mum said she wanted to help me do it. Something about the symbolic moment." Callum shrugged, sitting on the edge of his bed and waiting for Belle to join him. "Wanna hear something funny?"

"Sure."

"She asked me if there was something going on between us."

"Seriously? That's gross."

"Hey no need to be so blunt about it." The boy laughed.

"Sorry, but you should know that I never have and never will feel anything more than friendship towards you."

In all honestly, Belle had never once considered pursuing a romantic relationship with Callum, it was much too soon after the disaster with Henri, the last boy she'd been involved with. He'd taken her virginity then run off to Paris, breaking her heart in the process.

She hadn't told anyone about him. Only her family had known, plus the two agents who were listening in on all their phone calls. The very same two men who had died alongside her mother in the explosion.

"You're like a little brother to me." She added, before realising what she had said and felt the sadness wash over her.

Callum watched her face fall and wrapped an arm around her. "No one will ever replace Warren, I know that, you know that, he knows that."

Belle nodded, sniffing away the tears. "I know, I just… I wasn't expecting that. I didn't even think before I spoke."

"That might actually be a good thing Slothy, it means you are no longer avoiding saying things that hurt you. In a twisted way, it's progress I promise."

Belle liked the sound of that.


After a long and sad goodbye, Belle spent the rest of the morning in her room, waiting for Judy to come back.

Judy was in the elevator with a young Latina. She was hoping that Belle would love to get to know this girl.

"I swear to you AJ, Berry is going to be the death of me, she's convinced she's God's gift when she's far from it." The girl complained.

"Maybe you should knock her down a few." Judy joked.

They stood in silence until the elevator dinged, indicating they'd reach their floor.

"So what can I expect? Is this Belle girl going to be foaming at the mouth in a strait jacket?" The Latina asked.

Judy laughed lightly. "No, not at all."

They exited the elevator and Judy led the way to Belle's room, knocking on the door before entering.

Belle stood, watching Judy walk in with a young Latina, who eyed Belle sceptically.

"Belle Blake, meet Santana Lopez." Judy introduced. "Santana's family is in the same business as your family was."

The word 'was' hit Belle like a ton of bricks but she pushed it aside, not wanting to cry in front of the girl.

"Hi." She mumbled, suddenly shy.

"Hey…" The Latina responded awkwardly. "I'm sorry to hear about your family."

Belle just nodded, unsure of what to say.

"Why don't you girls go do something outside? Maybe see if the tennis courts are free? You could do with some exercise Belle." Judy suggested.

Belle began to chuckle.

"What? I know that look, that's a mischievous look." Santana asked.

"Oh, well I was just thinking about the time I beat a guy up with a tennis racket."

"You did what?" Judy questioned while Santana just laughed gleefully.

"Maybe you will be fun after all Blondie."

"Yeah a group of creepy 10th graders offered me a lift home and I was lost so reluctantly accepted. They drove me to a park on the outskirts of the town and the main guy 'accidentally' knocked the strap of my dress off my shoulder so I grabbed a racket out of their boot and beat him up with it. Oh then I stole their car." Belle explained.

"Epic." Santana mumbled while Judy tried yet failed to keep a stern face. She was happy to see Belle relaxed and interacting with someone her age.

"Belle, what if they'd reported you?"

"Then I'd have told them the truth. It was self-defence." The blonde shrugged. "Though it wasn't as bad as when I beat a girl up in the school bathrooms because she stole my pencil case."

"Damn! I thought I was badass." Santana commented, impressed.

"You know what, I'm going to leave before I hear about any more illegal activity." Judy announced, leaving the two teens in Belle's room.


Half an hour later, the girls were sat on Belle's bed when Santana's phone rang.

"Sorry, I should take this."

Belle nodded, turning her attention to her hands in her lap as to try not to pry.

"Hey Britt." The Latina spoke into her phone. "Yeah I'm just with a friend, shouldn't be too much longer. I reckon AJ will give me a lift home."

As Santana paused while the girl on the other end of the line talked, Belle couldn't help but smile at the girl calling her a friend.

"Alright, see you soon babe, bye."

Once she'd hung up, Santana turned to the blonde.

"Okay, I'm sure you have questions so ask away."

"Who's Britt? You called her babe, are you dating?" Belle blurted.

"Britt is short for Brittany, my best friend since we were 5, yes we're dating but no one really knows."

"If no one else knows, why are you telling me?"

"You're a mafia princess, like me, we stick together and trust each other otherwise we could be exposed." Santana explained.

"I wouldn't wish being exposed on my worst enemy." Belle said quietly and Santana saw the glimpse of sadness in her eyes.

"I have a brother, and my dad always tells me that if shit goes sideways I have to make sure that he's safe and always look after him. Our parents don't know what they put us through, the secrets and everything like that. I can't tell Brittany and part of the reason is because I'm afraid to pull her in and put a target on her back too." Santana said, sorrow lacing her tone.

"Well now you have someone you can talk to, whenever you need it. I have a feeling we're going to be good friends." Belle smiled sadly. "Can I ask something else? How did you know you were gay?"

"A part of me always knew I guess. Throughout the first two years of high school I slept around a lot, mainly with this guy Puck and with Brittany. One day I woke up and realised that Britt was the only one I wanted to sleep with from then on. I was just denying my feelings by sleeping with Puck. Why? Are you…?"

"Oh that's sweet actually. I'm not sure, I'm not gay but I don't really know what I identify as. I met a girl when I was 15 and felt something towards her but I don't know what it was. Her name was Quinn." The blonde admitted.

"It's okay to be confused."

"Who's AJ?" Belle asked, changing the subject.

"AJ is short for Agent Judy but if anyone else asks, it stands for Aunt Judy."

"Wait, Judy's an agent? I thought she was a therapist."

"She's both. She doesn't do much in the field nowadays, not since what happened with Russel."

"Was that her husband?"

"Yep."

"What do you do? I mean, I guess you're still in high school." Belle asked and Santana told her about being a Cheerio, she thought the name was a clever pun. Then the Latina told her about the New Directions and Belle commented that it sounded like a cult.

They shared a laugh.

"That's something Coach Sylvester would say, she's constantly belittling the club, trying to get Mr Schue fired." Santana explained.

"Can you sing something?" Belle questioned and Santana sang a small section of the song 'Valerie' by Amy Winehouse.

"You must get a lot of solos with that voice." The blonde complimented.

"That honour goes to Rachel Berry, she's good I guess, and crazy for Barbra Streisand."

Belle listened to the girl give a little history on her experience with Rachel.

"My mom loved Barbra." Belle said after a few moments of silence.

"Maybe you and Berry will be close then, because of that." Santana said, half-joking.

A somewhat comfortable silence fell upon them and as if on cue, Judy walks into the room.

"Hey girls, having fun?"

"Yeah it's been good. I should be getting home though."

At the sound of the word home, Belle recoiled. Judy noticed and asked Santana to wait for her in the hall.

"Are you okay Belle?" The woman asked once they were alone.

"Judy, what will I do when I can leave this place? Where will I go? I have no home anymore."

"I was actually thinking of asking if you'd like to come home with me. I just bought a place in Lima to be close to Santana just in case and I have a lot of extra space." Judy suggested and Belle was stunned.

"You're serious?"

"Deadly. That way you won't have to deal with my dad and the whole process of moving very far again. Though you will probably have to change your name, in case of emergency. Any preferences?"

"Um, I don't know, I've never chosen my name before, and even then it's just my surname that changed."

"Well it's probably safest to change both your names. 'Belle' means beauty, what's the most beautiful name you can think of?"

"Quinn…" Belle added instantly, thinking back to the girl in Florida that changed her outlook on herself. "Quinn Fabray. If you don't mind the last name."

Judy shook her head no. "Of course, it will be more believable if we share a surname. We can tell people the truth that way, I adopted you. If that's what you want?"

"More than anything." Belle grinned.

Judy placed a soft kiss on Belle's forehead. "I'll get the paperwork sorted so you can leave straight after your program ends."

As she watched Judy leave, Belle pulled the woman's leather jacket on and smiled, feeling happiness for the first time in almost four months.

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