hey, have you seen quinn fabray wandering the streets of hathaway recently? i swear, she looks just like dianna agron. i hear they are thirty, bisexual (closeted), real estate agent and have been in hathaway for six months. they think of themselves as ambitious & observant, but i’ve heard they can be manipulative & sensitive. either way, it’s cool that they’re here. i’m sure they’ll enjoy their stay, as long as no one finds out she says she’s in hathaway because of her sister, but really it’s under the guise of getting away from her marriage.
BASIC INFORMATION
full name: Lucy Quinn Fabray
nickname(s): Quinn, Lucy Q, Quinny
age: Thirty
date of birth: June 15th, 1992
hometown: Unknown
current location: Hathaway, North Carolina
orientation: Bisexual (closeted)
religion: Raised Christian, but loosely practices (celebrates holidays, wears a cross necklace, etc)
occupation: Freelance Real Estate Agent
living arrangements: Lives by herself in a small cottage she rents
language(s) spoken: English, high school level French
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
faceclaim: Dianna Agron
hair color: Blonde
eye color: Hazel
height: 5′6
FAMILY
father: Russell Fabray
mother: Judy Fabray
siblings: Frannie Fabray
PERSONALITY
sun/moon/rising: Gemini/Cancer/Pisces
label: The Prom Queen
positive traits: Ambitious & Observant
negative traits: Manipulative & Sensitive
HEADCANONS
Lucy Quinn Fabray can remember the day she realized there would only be one thing she was good for: a housewife. She was six years old, barely in school yet, and her mother Judy was combing through Quinn’s blonde locks. She said, “one day you’ll make a man very happy.” It didn’t register in Quinn’s mind until much later in life, but Judy was right. One day she would make a man happy, for better or worse.
Quinn grew up in a very privileged home. Her parents were well off and considered to be the upper crust of class and society in her hometown and Quinn was thrusted into it all. Pageants, gymnastics, Chasity Balls. If it had a title to it, Quinn was signed up for it. It led her to grow up quite vain and to only value a lot of herself for her looks and what she had to offer others. Which also led to a string of unsuccessful relationships in her adolescence.
At sixteen, Quinn lost her virginity. It was something she always struggled with. In between the worlds of puberty and being a good Christian girl. She never came to regret the decision, even when she found out she was pregnant and was subsequently kicked out of her home. It was the first time Quinn truly learned that there was more to life than keeping your family happy. Nine months later, she decided to make the difficult decision to place her daughter for adoption. There was no way she could reasonably raise a child at her age and maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to go to college and have a decent career. She still visits her daughter from time to time, but she tries to be hands off as much as she can. She’s aware that she’s not the mom anymore, so she usually keeps to sending birthday presents and letters.
After she placed her daughter, Quinn was welcomed back with open arms into her house, but she was different. She had grown resentful for how easily her parents kicked her to the curb when she didn’t adhere to their perfect nuclear family, but what was she going to do? She needed a place to live. The rest of high school, Quinn played the role of the perfect daughter but she was cold, distant.
College was a time when Quinn was finally able to break away, slowly. She still relied on her family for money, but other than that she was a free bird. At her first college mixer, she met a guy. Since her pregnancy, she had actively avoided dating altogether save for maybe one or two dates, but this guy was different. After they both graduated from Ohio State, the pair quickly married off and started their life together.
“One day you’ll make a man very happy.” Quinn Fabray was the perfect wife. She gave up any desire for a career, her husband being the main breadwinner for them, and they lived a quaint life. Quinn mended the relationship she had with her mom. And dad? She’s still working on that.
Years later, Quinn grew tired of her relationship. She felt stuck. Her husband never harmed her or threatened her, and that almost made it worse. He was smart, funny, hardworking and she was... still the same mess she was at sixteen. She moved to Hathaway months ago, leaving her husband nothing other than a note and her ring, and she moved away. It’s only a matter of time before her parents, or even her sister finds out, but it’s her goal to keep it hush hush for as long as she can.
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Evie loved going to the beach after work, even though that meant going in the middle of the day, when the place was the most packed. She still tried to enjoy herself, focusing on the path she walked in front of her and feeling the warm sand moving between her toes while she went. Overall she paid no mind to the crowds of people laying, running, and walking around her. As long as she was able to avoid stepping on someone, or colliding with another person head on, she felt she had done enough.
Hearing the voice drifting from somewhere around her, Evie turned in what was close to a 360 circle searching for who was addressing her. Spotting the blonde laying a couple of feet to her left, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t realize someone could own the sun.” Her tone wasn’t confrontational, but her energy said she wasn’t someone to take being messed with in any way lightly. She stepped two steps to her right. “There, is that better?” Shaking her head she crossed her arms, giving the other woman a once-over. “I’m Evie Jones. I don’t recognize you. Are you new around here?”
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With the beach filling up with beachgoers alike, it seemed like Quinn would have calmed herself down if someone had remotely walking in front of her or stood in her way. It was a public place, after all, and it’s not like she owned any part of the beach or the sun for that matter. Still, she felt like she was owed some kind of courtesy if it was evident she was preoccupying space somewhere. “I don’t. Haven’t you ever heard that it’s impolite to stand in front of others?” She asked, mostly rhetorically. She didn’t need an answer. It was impolite, intentional or not.
“Better,” Quinn slid her shades back up on her face and leaned back now that the sun was back to shining on her. Are you new around here? “Sort... of,” Quinn answered, bobbing her head back and forth a bit. “I moved here about six months ago which I suppose is newer than being here for years,” she shrugged. “Quinn Fabray, by the way,” she pointed out, realizing she hadn’t even told Evie her own name.
Blaine Anderson jumped a little at the sound of Quinn’s voice. Turning around, he looked apologetic, stepping his shadow out of her way. “Oh, I’m sorry…I was spacing out…too much on my mind,” he said, looking polite, a little absent minded, and rather lost. He admired her pretty blonde good looks and smiled at her politely, turning to leave her in peace.
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Quinn watched as the guy in front of her jumped, seemingly ready to scurry away. Had she still been in high school, she probably would have let him, and ticked off another box of people she had terrified. Instead, she felt sympathetic for him. “You don’t have to leave,” she said rather abruptly. “It’s just... common courtesy, you know?” Maybe she was a tad harsh, but sometimes she had her own problems with deciding that she needed to be pleased at every moment of every waking hour. “I’m Quinn.”
Santana headed down to the beach for her daily tanning session. Even though she was dark, it was nice to be able to keep it up. She enjoyed spending time along the sand on her yoga matt sunbathing, but also actually doing yoga.
The beach was packed, but she managed to find a place in front of blonde sunbathing. She hadn’t done her morning stretch, it was better late than never though, right? Santana began stretching until she heard the voice from behind her saying that she was blocking her sun. “The beach is a public place. Get a hobby.” She spat back.
Though, she turned around to see Quinn and couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. “Naturally it was you complaining about the sun, Q. What’s your damage today? Can’t share the beach with everyone else?”
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“There are literally a million other places you can do your downward dog, Santana,” Quinn quickly quipped back, tilting her head to the side. Oh, what a pain in the ass Santana Lopez had been to Quinn Fabray for... well, as long as she could remember, but Quinn wouldn’t trade their friendship in for the world. Even if they were bickering, Quinn had a soft smile on her face that said it isn’t that serious. It never was between them.
“I can share the beach with everyone else when they aren’t blocking the sun from other beachgoers,” she told her, sitting further up on her towel since it seemed like sunbathing was now off the table. “I know this might be a hard word for you to comprehend, but it’s rude.”
Being that she’d been a resident of Hathaway for an entire year, Whitley was somewhat accustomed to the summer rush. She observed the crowd during her first year at the beach, which is something she’d never quite forget. Hoping to make better memories this year, the optimistic woman set out on a mission to get some sun and meet some new people. With a towel securely tucked underneath her arm, Whitley wandered aimlessly around the beach with her eyes shielded by designer shades.
Upon spotting the perfect shaded area, she paused abruptly in front of someone. She got caught up in staring at the spot, it slipped her mind to look at who she stopped in front of. Mirroring the other’s actions, she pulled her Chloe shades onto the bridge of her nose and locked eyes with her briefly. She then mustered up a nervous smile and apologized. “My bad. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was standing. Cute shades, though” She complimented and extended a hand to her. “I’m Whitley Jones”
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“No harm, no foul, right?” Quinn asked, pulling her sunglasses entirely off her face. She didn’t have many friends in Hathaway. At least, not any that she didn’t know from home or god forbid, her own sister. Maybe she could drop the prom queen act for a minute and gain something out of it. “Thanks. Anthropologie,” she answered, twirling the sunglasses in her hand before dropping them onto her towel. They were certainly nothing compared to the girl’s much more designer shades, but that was nothing Quinn was ever interested in. She liked practicality, modesty.
The blonde took Whitley’s hand in her own, giving it a soft shake. “I’m Quinn.” She smiled. “Fabray. Quinn Fabray.” She introduced herself, dropping her hand from Whitley’s. “Wanna take a seat?” She asked, pointing towards some of the empty area around her. “And tell me all things Whitley Jones?”
Since moving to Hathaway, the beach had quickly become one of Frannie’s favorite places to be. Usually she went in the evenings, however, preferring a sense of solitude as she watched the waves ebb and flow. Just after escaping her marriage and fleeing as far as she comfortably could, solitude was the biggest enemy she had, next to the seemingly endless nights. The silence threatened to suffocate her each night, leaving more than ample room for her anxieties to creep in, and her mind to begin second-guessing her decision. In those days sleep was hard for Frannie to come by (as it still was on many more recent nights), and early on she’d taken to walking along the beach at night, pepper spray in hand, taking in the sounds of the tides as she contemplated herself, her life, and where things had gotten so derailed.
Today, however, she’d managed to spot a familiar figure sunning on the beach, just down from the Animal Hospital. Since Quinn had moved to Hathaway six months ago, the two had spent more time together than they had since they were children- Frannie having advanced to college four years earlier than Quinn had allowed the rift between them to widen, though it hadn’t ever been small by any means; their parents had seen to that, seemingly beginning the moment Quinn was born.
“Maybe that was the goal.” Frannie replied, stepping into the direct path of the sunlight, intending to make it easier for her sister to see who she was. “I’m just about to head back from break, but I saw you out here and thought I’d say hi. Enjoying yourself, Quinn?” She asked with a smile. Her sister’s arrival had been more than a surprise, and though it was by no means an unwelcome one, it had left Frannie both surprised and confused. Quinn’s reasons weren’t ones she’d ever pressed, though her gut left her feeling suspicious of what might have spurred her sister’s sudden life change. “Do you have dinner plans?”
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Some might find it odd that Quinn had come to Hathaway to “reconnect with her sister”. Even she would laugh if she was told even ten years prior that she would do it, but life always had a funny way of bringing people back around together. Even if they were in unflattering cases. Quinn had an itch that couldn’t be scratched, one that sat in the back of her mind since childhood. There was so much connotation of being a Fabray. You had to be perfect, proper, pristine. The three P’s, she liked to call it. And Quinn played that role has much as she could until she felt like she was being brought into a life that she didn’t want. Not when there was more out there.
In Hathaway, she had come to learn that she didn’t need to be perfect, proper, or pristine. Although, it was still a hard ideology to break.
Quinn was pleased to see her elder sister, that much was evident by the smile that quirked up on her face, despite her lack of sun. “Very much so. If you had told me how nice this place was, I probably would have moved here sooner,” but then she probably would have moved there with her husband and then where else would she run to? “I don’t. You asking me to eat with you?” She asked, pulling her sunglasses back up on her face to cover her eyes. “I can meet you when you get off.”
Quinn didn’t know why she hadn’t moved to a beach town earlier! In fact, she felt almost downright stupid for it. The summer sun, laying out on the beach, and people practically walking around naked? Sign her up. Despite living in Hathaway for only six months, she still didn’t know the place that well, but one place she had become rather acquainted with was the beach.
She laid back on her beach towel and angled the sun hat on her head to get a better look at her surroundings, soaking in the rays from the North Carolina sun. Don’t get it twisted, though! Quinn Fabray was no longer an eighteen year old girl, she kept a rigorous skincare routine that included plenty of SPF. She wasn’t ready to look like a prune until at least her 50th birthday. Although that didn’t stop her from letting out a huff when someone walked in front of her, blocking her from the sun. “Excuse me?” She asked, pulling her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose. “You’re blocking my sun.”
