Quinn Fabray is 27 years young with a birthday on June 1st. She hails from Lima, Ohio but now lives in Upper East Side, New York. She is an Actress and looks a bit like Dianna Agron.
+ hardworking
+ benevolent
+ adaptive
- manipulative
- dramatic
- sarcastic
triggers: abuse, dubious consent, pregnancy alcoholism, cheating, eating disorder
Lucy Quinn Fabray just wanted to be the perfect daughter. Except no one bothered to tell her perfection was overrated and that she’d never be happy trying to obtain such. So, for a long time, she strived for it anyway. By the time she started high school, she’d gotten a nose job, lost a lot of weight, and started going by Quinn instead of Lucy. However, it never particularly won her Russell’s favor. It was the appearance he wanted but really, appearances change so quickly. And it’s not like it ever stopped his wine drunk abusings. The almost nightly fights with her mother, when he bothered to be home at all. Always claiming he was going away on business.
When Noah Puckerman talked a rather drunk Quinn into having sex with him, Quinn didn’t entirely view it as the end of the world. Sure, it hadn’t been a great time and she had been saving herself for marriage and had definitely cheated on her boyfriend, but it wasn’t a problem. At least not right away. The missed period and the positive pregnancy test, however, made it a problem. She was sixteen, a sophomore in high school, the head cheerleader, and was about to lose everything she thought she loved. Except, even as she was kicked out, all but disowned by her parents, lost her spot as a cheerleader, and also her boyfriend, Quinn gained even more. She gained friendship in a way she wouldn’t have otherwise, a newfound appreciation for the idea of found family. And by the end of it, she had a daughter, someone who would love that daughter and raise her as her own, and her own mother back. As well as learned just how bad a man her father truly was.
The rest of Quinn’s high school career was a drama filled and chaotic as sophmore year had been, if not even worse. There was a lot of scheming and heartbreak. Cheating and lying and just plain being a bitch. Pink hair, a nose piercing, and a really bad tramp stamp of Ryan Seacrest. An attempt to sabotage Shelby, for Beth. And a car crash that landed her in a wheelchair for not nearly as long as it should have. However, through it all, Quinn had her friends, her makeshift family. The very people that would see her through just about anything.
In college, Quinn learned a lot, but also did a lot of stupid shit. Lying to boyfriends, seducing married men, it was the same kind of chaos she’d seemingly found herself in from the moment she started going by Quinn. Of all her chaos and stupidity, fucking her best friend wasn’t actually one of those things. It was rather eye opening and while she’d claimed it to be a one (two) time thing, it sparked something in her she wouldn’t understand until much later. It did, however, push her somewhat haphazardly into more and more relationships with men that would almost all end horribly.
Dating Puck, after Finn’s death, was, unbeknownst to Quinn, a last ditch effort to conform to a sexuality she had no place trying to be in the first place. He was in the military and often deployed, leaving Quinn home alone with her thoughts. Thoughts that she eventually bothered to go to a therapist about. Something she, admittedly, probably should have done long before then. No matter how late it came, therapy really helped Quinn work through trauma she didn’t know she had. An eating disorder that flared up more often than she realized, especially when trying to land specific roles. The emotional abuse suffered at the hands of her father. The uncertainty and chaos that surrounded her and why. She also explored her sexuality, what each failed attempt at relationships with men actually meant for her. The ways she’d sabotaged everything just to feel something. How the only time anything had ever felt remotely right was the night she’d spent with Santana. This, added to Quinn’s distaste for long distance, is ultimately what ended her relationship with Puck. Her honesty, along with his own, an admission of having cheated on her while deployed, meant their relationship ended well and without the chaos of prior relationships.
In therapy, Quinn also learned how to forgive and started to make amends. When she was 19 her mother broke the news to her of her father’s other family and Quinn had been angry. Angry at her father, angry at the woman and her other children, even angry at her own mother. In a lot of ways, it was unnecessary and irrational. A response born out of chaos. A chaos Quinn was starting to get under control. So, she decided to make amends. Four years after their initial meeting, Quinn reached out again. First to Flora, the woman her father had lied to more than he had lied to anyone else. She was simply looking to apologize, to make amends for the way she’d acted. It wasn’t Flora’s fault, nor was it her children’s. In connecting with Flora, Quinn gained a second mother, whether she’d been expecting it or not. It was a welcome change and while she didn’t know what to expect upon reaching out to her half siblings, she knew one thing: it couldn’t hurt to try. Because she wasn’t looking for a relationship, she was just looking to say sorry. Everything else was pure bonus. While she managed to strike up a relationship with the youngest of Flora’s children, she seemed to strike out with the twins. Not that she could blame them, of course.
Around the age of 24, long after she’d learned, and committed to heart, that her father was not a man to be trusted, Russell Fabray walked back into her life. He grovelled and begged for her to forgive him, saying he would do anything. So, after talking it over with her mother, Quinn showed just how much of her father’s daughter she really was. She took every bit of pain and anger she’d been saving and laid it all out. Hitting every possible wound she could find, and exploiting that pain. Then, she lied straight through her teeth, told him if he paid off her student loans and financially supported her, no matter how much she asked for, she’d keep him around. Well, it wasn’t lying, per se. She did keep him around, but only for as long as his money was worth something to her. Within a years time she’d managed to not only financially support herself, but also her mother and Flora, sending the women a large portion of the money he’d given her. And like that, she was done with him, threatening legal action if he ever thought to come near her again.
Due to her father’s money, Quinn was able to set herself up in the Upper East Side and got to choose what films and jobs she took on as an actress. This led to doing a lot of indie and smaller films she found herself passionate about. Eventually, she’d land the role of Tess Larson on Conviction. It was her first proper break in the business and seemed to be the real start to her life, not just as an actress, but as a person.
Quinn had never meant to fall for the lead on the show, Elizabeth Sutton, a British woman who lived in Vancouver and was a number of years Quinn’s senior. Then again, she never imagined Elizabeth would fall for her right back. The pair had made quick friends, sharing a love of dad jokes and rainy days, among numerous other things. And soon enough, what had started out as friendship had blossomed into something more. They decided to keep their relationship private, only telling a few people, because neither woman was ready to come out of the closet, much less take their relationship into the public eye for all to see. Elizabeth was coming off a bad break up and Quinn just wasn’t ready for the added pressure of the press to her first properly healthy relationship.
The older Quinn became, the more her body started showing signs of the trauma she’d endured in senior year. The car accident had done lasting damage, something Quinn had known. The slight limp when she walked, no matter how much she tried to correct it. However, the chronic pain was something that, while it didn’t appear out of nowhere, definitely got worse. It had been minor, more related to weather or having slept in the wrong position, but by the time she graduated college, Quinn found herself in pain, daily. Some days were nothing, a couple tylenol and she was on her way. Other days were harder. The pain was bad enough that even with painkillers she still hurt. And then, the worst days would come, the days where she couldn’t even breathe without hurting. Where she stayed curled in on herself, unable to move for fear of possibly blacking out because of the pain. So, she went to doctor after doctor until someone bothered to realize the damage that had been done to her body in the accident was still heavily present and likely exacerbated by her lifestyle. She was told to cut back on when and how she exercised. She was prescribed strong painkillers and muscle relaxers. The only problem? Quinn knew addiction ran in her family and didn’t want to rely on painkillers for everyday use. So, she went to more and more doctors until they found her something topical that worked for everyday use and when combined with the medications actually helped her function on her worst days.
Quinn knows it’s only ever a temporary fix, that in time it might get worse. That she might lose her ability to walk again, either due to damage or to pain and that even if she retains it, the pain will never go away. It’s a frustrating fact of life and one that very few people in her life actually know about, but learning to live with. Learning to make the most of her life, no matter what it throws at her.
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