A/N I'm so sorry guys I have this chapter done for weeks but I couldn't find beta :( I still don't have one, so I'm really sorry for all the mistakes, English is not my first language. I decided to post this because you wanted to, but if you'd be interested in having a glance at my work before I post it, please contact me :) Hope you enjoy this.
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''And in that moment I knew,
I knew I would do anything for you.''
Quinn knew that she didn't need any kind of addiction. Sometimes she thought that smoking might be it for her. She thought about it now too.
She wondered about it while she walked around in the only park Lima had. It was actually really big, she had to admit. There were a lot of places people didn't even know about.
She inhaled smoke and looked at the cigarette between her fingers.
That couldn't be it. She somewhere read that every single person in this world has at least one. That could be common addiction, like drug or alcohol abuse, but it also could be adrenalin rush, some show, reading books or some bend. Something that people would find hard to live without. Or even impossible.
She looked at her cigarette again. No, that definitely wasn't it. She could drop the cigarette right now and never light one again. There might be times when she really wanted one thought. It was her way of passing time. Something to keep her head clear. Just...distraction. She never had anything to compare that to, so she wasn't really sure. Maybe people were just overly dramatic and exaggerating things. Or maybe it didn't work that way for her. She wasn't completely human after all. She was just a project that humans made.
But now...
She might have something to compare it with. Maybe she found her addiction.
She could not stop thinking about her.
It was a week since she was at Rachel Berry's house. It was a week since she saw her last time. Rachel was on some trip with her singing instructor and a small group of wannabe singers. Quinn was sure they were nothing compared to Rachel. Maybe a good looking shadow. They went to see colleges in New York and their instructor, Mathew McDrew, Rachel told her was his name, was trying to help them to assure there was going to be available places for them. To assure them they'll get in. They were going to NYADA and Julliard. Both a great deal for music and drama students. Like there was any doubt about Rachel getting in. It basically waited for her since she was born. Quinn heard her sing only two times and she knew this. But it made Rachel excited. It made her happy. So, it made Quinn happy too.
That was the thing that she was afraid of the most. It scared the hell out of her. Rachel and she...they knew each other a little bit more than a week. They talked twice. They spend one evening together. And Quinn couldn't stop thinking about her.
She couldn't get over the fact how nice her voice was. How pretty she was when she smiled. Or just beautiful in general. How smooth her skin looked. How her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about. About something she loved.
And, most of all, she hated how every time she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, Rachel's eyes would sparkle when she would talk about Quinn, too.
She took another drag and sighted.
She really shouldn't be thinking like that. There was no chance Rachel would be with her. She wouldn't allow it.
She would never wish this kind of life to anybody, especially not for Rachel. Constant running, hiding, just living in fear.
It would never happen. She needed to force herself to stop. For Rachel's sake.
She needed to think about Santana instead. And Kurt. How she was going to tell her brother that another person knows. Especially when the last time ended so badly. Just this time Santana was on their side for sure.
Well, she thought Santana was. She hopped.
She dragged one last smoke and flicked the fag of the cigarette away. She made a small hole in the ground and buried it there, away from leaves. Just in case. She went to her left, away from predicted way that was made. People obviously had no idea what they are missing out.
As she was climbing down between the trees, her thoughts wandered to her brother and that Karofsky guy.
About how that guy ruined her brother's life and not intentionally, Quinn's too.
It really shouldn't be like that. It was completely out of the blue. Well, at last for Quinn was.
They were at California, Quinn was fourteen, just starting high school. Not a long ago she finally made a peace with her abilities and learned how to control them. With great help of Kurt's.
Anyways, they were at beach, it was pretty late but they were at party. It was first time Quinn was at any party and she was loving it. There were almost all her friends, her brother was somewhere with his boyfriend, so she could do anything she wanted. She let Connor mix her drink. When she tasted it, it become clear to here that she definitely wasn't supposed to take such a long drag. She almost choked. Her throat was burning. Few kids laughed at her, but other said it was okay, that it will get better after some time. So she didn't stop drinking.
After second glass and a half of third, she was starting to feel really dizzy. She loved the feeling. Everything was spinning around her. It was great.. Look there was a candle! And there too. And there too.
"Hy, Quinn! Isn't that your brother over there?" Connor asked and pointed with his free hand that wasn't around Quinn's shoulders.
Quinn looked up.
"Oh, yes! That's my brother Kurt! I love him much. Very. He's greatest brother in whole wide world. I just love him so so much."
Quinn sighted happily. She really did love her brother. He had fabulous hair.
"You love me too, thought, right?" Connor smiled at her and got even closer. She kind of wanted to tell him to back away. But he had really pretty green eyes from this close.
She was just about to tell him that she kinnda loved Stacy more and that she wouldn't mind if she was so close to her, but she was interrupted.
"Quinn. We are leaving. Now." Kurt said grabbing her arm.
"Oh Kurt! Look Connor, it's my brother! We were just talking about you Kurty. You have lovely hair today." Mhm, no one could deny that.
Kurt stopped to look at her. "Are you drunk?" He asked while leaning his head little bit to the left.
"Who? Me? Nooooo. Maybe you are." Quinn should have really thought about this before. It was not safe to get into car with drunk person. Which was happening right now.
"Just get in Quinn. I can't believe you. I allow you to come with me on one party and you get yourself wasted. Just marvellous Quinn. I hope you are pleased with yourself."
It was just then that she realized they were leaving. "Wait, where are we going? I don't wanna gooo. It's a nice party, they have a lot of candles."
"Quinn listen to me. We are going home, you're going to pack your stuff, just the most necessary ones, and we are leaving. Make it fast as possible."
''But I don't want to go. Are we going on holiday? Then I might considerate it." Yes, she would welcome that idea with open arms.
"No, Quinn we are moving. As soon as possible."
"But no, I wanna go back to the-"
"For fuck's sake, Quinn! Listen to me!"
Quinn felt pure fear enter her body. She was almost paralyzed with panic. She couldn't get her eyes off of Kurt's face. Only then she realized he was crying.
"We are moving. I booked us flight to New York and we are leaving in two hours. That's a good thing Quinn. We are going to be happier there."
Then a whole new emotion entered her body. Happiness.
That was the last time Kurt used his powers on her. And it was the last time she drunk alcohol. She wasn't sure if it was the fear that her brother caused that made so strong repulsion to any alcoholic beverages that day or was it something else.
Probably a little bit of both.
She found herself a comfortable place to sit under some tree and looked at the small lake in front of her. There was no one around except of her. And ducks in the pond. It was a really beautiful place.
Brittany would like it. Speaking of Brittany...
Later she would meet with Santana and look at the files she had. The lack of any emotions she had about the whole ordeal surprised her.
She was more worried about how to rival that information to Kurt. He'll probably kill her.
She looked at her watch.
Three forty-nine.
Kurt won't be home until five. She had to be at Santana's at eight. Rachel's flight landed nineteen minutes ago. She had an hour and eleven minutes to spare.
Don't call Rachel.
She hated when she had free time on her hands. She always ended up having a debate with herself on something she knew she wasn't supposed to do. Naturally, she would lose and end up doing it anyway.
Don't text Rachel.
I mean, it was natural for friends to text right? There's nothing wrong being curious about your friend's trip to the city of their dreams. Because that's definitely what Rachel was. A friend. There was not a chance in hell Quinn started to developed some deeper feelings for her. They barely even know each other. There is just...nope. No chance. She was just very fond of Rachel and she could appreciate her as a person and a friend. Yes. That was it. Rachel was just a very, very likable person.
She unlocked her phone.
Hey, Rach! How was the Big Apple? Missed you! Xx
Quinn read the text. Then deleted it. My God she sounded like clingy boyfriend.
Good Afternoon. Hope you trip to the New York went well. Hopefully you'll catch up on school work soon.
Yeah. No.
Hello Rachel! Just checking if you landed safely. Hope you had a blast in New York! Looking forward to seeing you in classes again. :)
That wasn't bad. It sounded friendly enough. Not to much friendly just enough to make sure that other person knows that sender cares.
She hit sent before she could change her mind.
Five seconds passed by. Eight. Twelve. Seventeen. Still no replay.
She rolled her eyes. Let the girl breath, Jesus.
She picked little stone from the beach and throw it to the lake. Except her nerves may be working little bit to much and her body was tense so she ended up throwing it across the lake. She sighted and picked another one. This time she remembered to use just a little bit of force.
She watched it fly to the middle of lake and just when it was about to hit the water, she extended her arm in front of herself. She felt the familiar warmth and tingles in her palm as it glowed a little under the bike gloves
Stone stopped in the mid-air good few feet above the lake. She apparently lost her touch. When they were at California, Kurt came to the idea of this game to help her control her powers. It was a good exercise, really. Before, she was able to stop the stone just few millimetres above the water. She didn't do it in while, so some practice will do.
She was just to pick another one when her phone vibrated.
She pulled it out and sat down.
Words 'The Gold Star' appeared on her screen. Three minutes and Rachel texted her back.
Who is this? -Rachel Barbra Berry*
Quinn frowned. Ah yes. Quinn forgot to leave her phone number and she got Rachel's from Brittany this Monday. Santana glared at her when she saw the nickname she used. Quinn didn't care. Gold stars were Rachel's thing.
It's Quinn. I'm sorry I forgot to leave you mine phone number last Friday. At least now you can save it. :)
She really should have remembered to leave a number. But at that time, it was the last thing on her mind.
Quinn who? And how did you get my number? -Rachel Barbra Barry*
Quinn frowned.
How many Quinn's do you know? It's Quinn Fabray from the school. I was at yours last week? Blonde one? We watched musicals and ate cookies together? Was it so boring you deleted it from your memory?
After she send the message she realized how sarcastic it was. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
That's too trivial. Anybody could know that if Quinn told somebody about our little arrangement that occurred the week before. I do not know should I believe the word you say. -Rachel Barbra Berry*
Quinn rolled her eyes. It least she knew that she was talking with Rachel for sure.
Rachel. I told Santana and Britt about our 'arrangement that occurred last weekend' but I can assure you, this is not them. How can I prove myself to you?
This was utterly ridiculous. Rachel was utterly ridiculous.
What kind of books I enjoy reading most? -Rachel Barbra Berry*
Quinn smirked.
Superhero related. You can't choose if Iron Man or Captain America is your favourite. Which I completely understand since Spider-Man is all-time best.
Quinn's favourite superhero was Spider-Man. Thought; Iron Man came as very close second. Captain America is just...blah. Superman was little bit too perfect for her liking.
Hello Quinn! How was your past week? And New York was just wonderful! Not that I would expect anything less than perfect, but still. Collages are all so amazing; I don't know how I'll be able to choose only one! :(
P.S. Nothing can get the shield of one Captain. -Rachel Barbra Berry*
Yes, of course. Not.
You can freely stop signing yourself at the end of your messages. I have your number saved, I know who it is. I strongly suggest you do the same. ;)
And I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. I'm actually pretty sure that if you put your mind on it, you could easily attend two at the same time. I do not suggest that, thou.
P.S. It would come to wonderful use when Spider-Man sticks it to the wall with his web. With Captain underneath it.
When she thinks about, she's pretty sure she could win a fight with him.
Oh, I'm sorry, it's a habit. Not many people have my number. And thanks for encouraging, but I doubt anybody could do two full time collages. One couldn't be able to even sleep let alone have time for other things.
P.S. Just face the truth Quinn.
Quinn looked at her watch. Four twenty-three. She should be heading home.
Oh, who even needs sleep this days. It's to mainstream ;) Hey, Rachel I got to go home, need to have some serious talk with my brother and later with Santana. Lots of serious stuff for what I'm not looking for. I hope your weekend ends well.
P.S. Just admit that you have crush on him, because really, he is not that great.
She start to climb back up to reach the main path. She was just about to pull another cigarettes out when she got another text from Rachel.
She put the box of cigarettes back in her pocket.
Is that a little hipster coming out from you? Oh, I just assumed you are home. But well, be safe when crossing road. And don't take anything strangers offer you. I hope your talk with your brother and Santana ends well. You have a lovely weekend yourself! It was nice knowing you :)
P.S. I can assure you that I most definitely do not have a crush on him. Believe me, I couldn't even if I wanted. I just admire his passion and loyalty.
Quinn frowned. It was nice knowing you? What? And she couldn't have a crush on him even if she wanted? Does that mean that she likes girls?
Don't even go there.
What do you mean 'It was nice knowing you?' Isn't that something you say to someone you'll never associate with again? And thank you, it will :)
P.S. Then there is no reason not to love Spider-Man more
Four thirty-five. She'll come home just in time.
Quinn, there is no reason to fool me or for me to fool myself. I know that there is no way for this friendship to last. I accept that. Yes, I wish differently and I will always hope, but let's just face it. You are most popular, most beautiful girl in the School. I'm the loser of the losers. Not to say that my appearances are hardly something people would notice. I'm nothing special. You are all that. And then, as this was not enough, you are a nice person too. Which is something
Quinn opened the another message.
I was not expecting, I must admit. But then you entered that bathroom and proved me wrong. You are something else Quinn and I'm just a burden that will hold you down. You belong with Santana and Brittany on the top. You deserve that. I belong in choir room with my sheet music. You are batter of without me. You will see that eventually. Everyone does.
P.S. I really don't care that much about Captain America anyways. I just didn't want us stop talking too soon. Goodbye Quinn.
Quinn read the message over and over again until her screen went black. Her battery died. Shit.
She ran the rest of the way home.
She will prove Rachel differently.
She will show her how special she is.
She will kill people who made her think this about herself.
Even if it costs her life.
She ran in the house not even bothering to close the door when she crashed face first into something.
Whatever it is, the force send them both crashing to the floor.
"For Barbra's sake! What on Earth had compelled you? This is my new Marc Lauren! If I see as much as one misplaced thread, you are buying me new one, you despicable human being!" Kurt ranted as he got of off the floor in the matter of milliseconds. If you ask her, she would be doing the world a favour by ruining that outfit.
"I was just on my way to grab a charger. What are you doing home anyway?"
She was ten minutes earlier.
Kurt gave her the look. "You are telling me that you ran in here so fast because you need a charger? What, world is ending and you need to send a message to stop it? I was thinking you had another mishap on chemistry or something. There is just as much damage your skin can take sweetie. You are lucky you didn't end up with burn marks Luce. Be careful. "
Yeah, okay she might have told Kurt that burning in her arm last week was caused by failed attempt at chemistry class. What was she supposed to stay? A girl touched me? Yeah, no.
"Don't call me that. I'll just run up to plug my phone and then we need to talk. You might want to sit down."
She was already half way up the stairs when he asked what they needed to talk about. She plugged her phone and run back downstairs.
Her brother was pacing around the living room.
She chuckled and dropped on the sofa. "I said to sit down, not wear our carpet out."
He just looked at her.
Okay. So.
"There is this one girl in my school that knows about us. Our powers."
Straight to the point.
Kurt was standing above her immediately. She stud up so they were the same height. His eyes were furious. His emotions were so strong that he was involuntary projecting them on Quinn.
Fear. Panic. Anger.
"What did you do?" She couldn't even recognise his voice how low it became.
"I didn't do anything. She came to me. You let her in my room. Its Santana. Santana Lopez." She tried to keep an even tone of her voice. It was becoming pretty heard since she was anxious to have this conversation with her brother at first place and those emotions he was feeling were becoming just stronger and stronger and she could feel more of them by second so that wasn't helping the case either. She just hopped he wasn't doing it on purpose.
"WHAT DID YOU DO QUINN?" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. His eyes were wild. She was becoming frightened. She didn't know was that her emotion or was her brother making her feel it. "There is no way that this girl came up to you and accused of this things! Even if she did you should just told her she was crazy! What did you do?!" He kept on shaking her shoulders.
She lifted her arms to his chests and pushed as hard as she could.
Kurt stumbled back, but kept his balance.
"I didn't do anything! She just waltzed in my room and called me Lucy. Lucy Peterson. I was scared as much as you are, so stop yelling at me! I was so confused when she called me that. But I was mostly scared. And it was because of you Kurt! I don't want you to have to go through all of that shit again! You think that this is easy for me? Just some kind of joke? Something to brag about? I can't even keep a friend because of our constant moving. I walk around you on eggshells so I wouldn't hurt you even more or say the wrong thing. If I thought she was a threat i would have killed her long time ago. She isn't, Kurt. I promise you she isn't. She is on our side."
Her eyes begin to water and her chests are rising and falling completely out of rhythm.
Kurt just stares at her. It feels like he is staring at her for forever, but it's probably just a few seconds. Then he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.
Quinn feels the emotions in her body slowly leaving her. She ends up only with hope and exhaustion. She drops back to sofa and closes her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? It's just, trust me on this one. Santana's father, Antonio, he was dads military friend. We could finally found out what is really going on here. What are we? Who are we running from? Just think about it. Please."
She sits few more seconds in silence when she feels sofa dipping to her left. She opens one eye to look at Kurt.
"No, sis, you are right. I overreacted. One bad experience doesn't mean it will always be a bad experience. Just like Barbara said, you can get through anything if you never lose your faith. And maybe I did loose mine a couple years ago, but you Lucy Q, you were nothing but a fighter. You are the only thing that kept me alive. You may not know this, but you are the reason I wake up every morning. I owe you everything and if you are giving this a chance, i'm gonna give it a chance too. I'll probably just need some time to get used to idea."
Quinn wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. He didn't hesitate to return her embrace.
"Thank you. Thank you so much for telling me and trusting me on this. I will not disappoint you, I promise."
He hugged her tighter.
"Also, you have like, twenty two minutes to get used to idea and then we have to go to Santana's."
Arms around her waist were gone.
''She can be very bitchy and rude, but I believe she is good on the inside. She also doesn't like to beat around the bush, so if you want to know anything, just ask directly. Try not to be too sarcastic. And please…''
''Quinn! I can handle myself, thank you.''
They were standing on the porch of the Lopez residence and Quinn was nervous. They were about to find about their past. What if it's really, really, bad? What if people who are trying to find them are actually good guys and Kurt and she are dangerous for the world? Even worse what if Kurt somehow manages to piss Santana off (very possible) and she gets angry and decides that she won't help them?
Just as she was to give Kurt more pointers, Santana appeared on the doorway.
''You are late, Fabray.'' she gave a Kurt once over and stage whispered to Quinn ''What is Jimmy Fallon's butch daughter doing on my porch?''
Kurt cleaned his throat and offered his hand. ''I'm Kurt Fabray, you must be Santana Lopez, I heard a lot about you.''
Santana looked at Quinn. Quinn gave her a slight nod.
God, why she had a feeling like this was a drug dealing appointment.
Santana shook his hand. ''All bad I hope.''
She opened door wider and gestured for them to come in. ''Welcome to mi casa. Lopez residence. Black house. Whatever you wanna call it. Can I offer you anything lady's? Mr. Pepper? Water? Moisturizer? Nothing? Alright, let's move this gay reunion to the office.'' She said while making her way up on the stairs.
Kurt looked at her with open mouth. She shrugged. ''Just go with it.''
Santana's house was huge. It was three story mansion. And very, very…not homy. Don't get her wrong. It had beautiful décor and the colours were nicely put together, but it more resembled a museum than home. Quinn hurried after Santana in fear of getting lost and never being found again. Kurt was short to follow.
They found Santana standing by the fourth door to the left on the second floor.
"Fucking finally." Santana says looking at her nails, pretending to be dying out of boredom, when really, she had to wait for them for like, seven seconds. "I thought you fairies found a way to the Narnia in my closet or something." She says while entering the room.
Quinn hears Kurt huffing behind her.
The room looks like a study from old, black and white films. Walls are covered with bookshelves and family portraits, there is black letter sofa in the far away corner and a wooden table with two chairs in front of it in the middle of the room. It smells like old books and cigars. Quinn likes it immediately.
Santana rounds the table and sits in the office chair behind it, but not before she takes whisky and three glasses from some well hidden mini-fridge.
Kurt slumps down in the chair to her right. She sits next to him.
"So..." Santana says "you wanna just break it the point or you want to have some drinks first?"
Quinn is just about to say to go straight to the point when Kurt interrupts her. "Yes to the drinks. Double drinks."
Santana lifted her eyebrow and looked at Quinn, impressed. Quinn just shrugged.
Santana opened the bottle and poured two glasses about 1/4 and one double than that. She gave one to Quinn and one to Kurt. Kurt was fast to empty it. Santana was soon to follow him. They looked expectantly at her. Quinn eyes the glass. She brought glass in front of her nose and breathed in the aroma. God she really hoped it didn't taste like it smelled. She took a small sip and instantly removed a glass from her lips and made face. Okay, it was really, really strong. And it tasted even worse than it smelled. Santana rolled her eyes at her. Kurt leaned over the desk to take a bottle so could pour himself another drink. Her glass was half full. He took the glass and finished it in two long drinks. Quinn must admit it was rather impressive. She would've probably choked herself if she ever did that.
"I like you Porcelain. I really do like you. Kurt, right? I'll try to remember that." Santana said, nodding approvingly. "Now we all know Quinn didn't take her party-breaker side from you."
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Good." Kurt said in his high pitched voice. "Then I guess I'll try to remember your name to, Sweet Cheeks."
"Okay, now that we took our drinks, do you think that maybe we can proceed?"
Santana looked at Kurt. He gave her a small nod.
"Okay." Santana started. "So as I believe Quinn told you, my Papa attended military with your father. I found out about this accidentally few years ago. I was able to recognize Quinn because her...behaviour matched information in this files." She took the small key from her pocket and opened the last drawer. "It's nothing much. There are no pictures or anything like that. There is more about your father than about you, but not even that is anything special because he disappeared rather quickly."
Santana put three big, blue files on the desk. Quinn sat up straighter and leaned closer. Kurt did the same. On the front, there were big, red, capital letters saying 'CONFIDENTIAL'.
"Together?" Kurt asked her.
"Together." She confirmed.
"Oh boo hoo. Stop being so mushy. You are making me sick." Santana interrupted.
Kurt ignored her and took a file from the top of the pile.
He took a deep breath before opening it. Quinn pressed whole her side next to the Kurt's.
In the left top corner was a picture of her dad. He looked very young. There was a short 'about' next to it.
Name: Russell Adam Fabray.
Born: August 17. 1966.
Height: 7"1'
Weight: 83 kg
Hair colour: blond
Eye colour: blue
Applying for: voluntary work for military
Starting: June 28. 1988.
It went like that for a while. It wasn't anything that could help them. He was still...well, for lack of the better word, normal.
It took her and Kurt twenty more minutes to go through all the papers. Santana was playing games on her phone and judging by the sound of it, it was Candy Crush Saga. There wasn't anything interesting. It was basically just his work and progress for following two years of his life. Which meant until he was twenty-four. Which meant there is still about a half year until military tried their 'project' on him. And everything went crashing.
What did catch her attention though, were bold, black letters on the right bottom of the last page in the file.
She furrowed her brows. "Wait. Kurt, didn't you say that dad started to be...different after the military project they were trying to do on him went wrong?"
Kurt looked at her. "Yes, that's what he said to me. When he was twenty-five his powers started to develop."
This conversation seem to catch Santana's attention to, if her leaning closer to them was any indication.
"Why are you asking, Luce?" Kurt finished.
Quinn just pointed with her finger.
Date of military release: June 28.1990.
Their father left the military a year before he gained his powers.
For few seconds they just stared at the same spot on the paper. Was their father lying to Kurt?
This continued until Santana's loud laugh brought them out of their running thoughts. "I'm sorry, but you should see your faces. You just look so, so...betrayed."
"Well Satan, we just found out that our father was lying. I would like to see your face in a moment as such." Kurt scoffed.
"Geez, calm your tits young Elton John. Just go through the rest of the files." She said, leaned back in her chair and resumed to play her stupid-sounding game.
Quinn reached and opened another file in a record time.
Again, there was a picture of her father , but this time, he looked older. Under it said that he had to make an unexpected return to the military three months after he was released.
"Russell Adam Fabray had to make a sudden return to the forces because of threats Natasha Judy Fabray received." Quinn read loudly. "That doesn't even make sense. Mom gets threats and dads returns to the military? And who would even want to threaten mom?"
Kurt shrugged, not knowing the answer himself.
"The military threatened him that if he doesn't come back to help them with their project, they'll kill his wife."
They both looked at Santana.
Kurt looked at the paper again. "But that isn't written in here."
Santana huffed. "Of course it isn't. This files are from military. They won't write down the truth if it's against them."
"But how do you know then?" Quinn asked Santana, now curious.
"I remember their conversation from that night. Also there was much more papers, but I wasn't able to find them in this five years. I strongly suspect that mi Papa had them with him in the car that night he was killed."
"Your father died?" Kurt asked. "I'm so sorry."
Santana nodded at him. "Thank you."
"So..." Quinn started. "Dad returned to the military three months after he was released to be a part of this project, because military threatened to kill mom if he didn't listen to them."
"Sandstorm." Santana offered.
Quinn looked at her. "What?"
"Sandstorm. That was the name of the project." Santana explained.
"Project Sandstorm. It has a ring to it." Kurt said, more to himself.
Quinn stud up to take the ashtray from the small glass table next to the couch. "I need a cigarette."
Kurt gave her the look. "I thought you stopped?"
"Nah, didn't feel like it. Anyway, what's the point? It can't harm me."
"Wait. Are you saying that cigarettes don't have any bad effect on you?" Santana asked, awed.
"Nothing does." Quinn replied. "We haven't been sick once."
"There something must be seriously wrong with you, Q. Man I would be drunk and high 24/7. And you can't go to one party with us." Santana shook her head disapprovingly.
Kurt chuckled. "It gets tiring after some time."
Santana looked at him. Than at Quinn again. "You must be fucking me. Lady Lips over here has more social life than you."
"I'm perfectly satisfied with my social life, thank you very much." She said, lighting the cigarette up.
"Okay, can we move on finally? Thank you."
The second file was way more informative than the first one.
There were only ten people in this world that knew about the project. Well, if you don't count Kurt, her mom, Santana and herself. The project was supposed to make super human. Her father would get super strength, stamina, he would be faster and his senses would be highlighted.
Basically, they wanted to make a Captain America.
For a brief moment she thought about what would Rachel think about all of this.
She turned off her cigarette.
It all started as planned. The serum her father was injected with started to react three minutes later. After two painful nights, he finally became conscious again. After some tests, they marked they project as successful. In first few days he used to much force and he was little bit disoriented, but after one month of constant training, he became the perfect human being.
Kurt reached for the last folder.
It all started to go downwards again a month and ten days letter. Russell started to complain about headaches. This got all of his doctors concerned instantly because he wasn't supposed to get sick. Not anymore. They've run a billion tests, but nothing appeared wrong.
Russell's headaches became worse and worse by day. And then by hour. Until finally it reached the point where he thought his head is going to explode. Except it didn't. It completely stopped. That day doctors describe Russell completely disoriented and lost in time and space. He started to talk to people that weren't present. It came to that point that doctors had to tie him down to the bed so he would be still for night. The next day, when they entered his room, the bed was empty.
After two hours of searching all around the campus, one thing became clear. Russell had escaped.
Quinn smiled.
"I never quite figured out what happened. Did he get his powers? And what's with all headaches and crazy people talking?" Santana asked.
"Yes, he did get his powers, I assume. He can read minds." Quinn answered.
Santana's eyes widened. "Sweet. Thought, it must have been awkward to grow up with him."
"No it was fine. He learned how to turn it off and he never used it on us. At least that's what he said."
"Quinn!" Kurt shouted suddenly.
"What?" She asked, looking at the papers again.
"After dad escaped, they weren't able to track him down. After years of searching, they came to conclusion that he drowned in the ocean while trying to run away. Our birth certificates are just that. Santana's father must have put theme here after his dad told him about us. Military doesn't know we exist."
"What? No? They found us! Five years ago, they found us and killed him and mom. Now they are after us! That's why we are running!"
"Luce, this case is has been closed for eight years."
"Why the fuck you didn't tell me this Santana?!" Quinn yelled, standing up.
"You said you didn't want to know before you cane her!"
"Are you doing this for fun? Because you are bored? This is dangerous S! People are in danger!"
"I know, Q! I fucking know. My father died. The same people that are after you and that killed your parents, killed my father! I want to know who they are as badly as you do! Fuck!"
Quinn closed her eyes and took few calming breathes. She sat down again.
"I'm sorry, I just...I thought that we were running from military and with that we were at some kind of advantage because we at least knew who is after us. And know...we have nothing. It's a lot take in. I'm sorry."
"It's alright, Q. It is a lot to take in. I understand."
"It's just, if military isn't chasing us, who is?"
"I don't know, sis. I don't know.''
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