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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Quinn_Fabray/Mr._Fabray, Quinn_Fabray/Noah_Puckerman
  Character:
      Quinn_Fabray, Russell_Fabray, Noah_Puckerman
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Incest, Pregnancy, Partner_Betrayal, Humiliation
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-06-01 Words: 449
****** Untitled dark!fic ******
by peet4paint
Summary
     Puck is sterile.
Notes
     Written for this_thread at glee-kink-meme. This is DARK. Please do
     not read unless you are used to dark!fic.
“So I just got back from the doctor,” Puck says, cornering Quinn. “Guess what,
he says I’m sterile.”
“That’s not possible,” Quinn says, arms wrapped around her belly.
“Right. Whatever,” Puck says. “I want my money back. I need more dip.”
“Fine,” she says. She pulls her wallet from her purse, handing Puck a ten
dollar bill.
Puck shoves the money in his back pocket. “I hope whoever it is can handle ice,
‘cause you’re one frigid bitch.”
Quinn shoves the wallet back into place, blinking back tears. Then, unbidden,
the memory of that night comes back to her, the night she lost everything.
***
“Quinny, what’s wrong?” he said, brushing her hair back from her forehead.
“Nothing. It’s nothing Daddy. Finn’s just being stupid,” Quinn said.
Quinn’s dad pulled her more firmly into his lap. “Nonsense. My girl doesn’t
ever have to put up with that. Not from a boy. What did he do?”
“He didn’t do anything. He’s just…” her voice trailed off as she shivered.
“He’s trying to force you, isn’t he?” When Quinn didn’t respond, he tugged her
by her hair, hard. “Isn’t he?”
Quinn felt tears forming on her lashes. She tried to blink them back. “No. No,
Daddy. Finn’s a nice boy. He never tries anything with me.” She felt one tear
slip free, streak down her cheek. “Really.”
“And why would he,” he said, pinching her side. “The amount of weight you’ve
put on lately, instead of Homecoming Queen, you’ll get the title of Pork
Princess. Do you really want to be representing yourself that way? Representing
me that way?”
Quinn sighed, said, “No, Daddy. Of course—“
“Of course what?” he asked, dragging his hand up the back of her skirt.
“I’m sorry,” she said, tears a steady flow now. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Sorry. You’re sorry all right.” He grabbed his drink, finished it in one
swallow. “On the floor, hands and knees.”
His hands—hands that once tucked her in at night—at that moment flipped her
skirt up out of the way, tore her panties off, roughly. “Your sister… You know,
when she was younger than you we had to chase the boys away. When she was your
age, she and Gregg were already engaged.”
Quinn heard the noise of a zipper behind her. She started sobbing, choking in
breaths, spitting them bake out.
“But not little Quinny,” he said, pulling her thighs apart roughly. “Not you.
No, you’re not good enough. You’ll never be good enough. You can’t even get
that fool Finn Hudson interested in you. Guess I’ll have to show you how it
works myself.” With that, he thrust in hard.
***
And Quinn feels nothing. nothing. at. all.
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