Quinn & J'onn
Would he? The statement, honest and sincere, struck unfamiliar to Quinn. Her father was nothing like J'onn. He was a liar and a cheater. Perhaps worst of all, he was the optimum definition of hypocrite. He'd preached to Quinn the sanctity of family, of marriage, but he could not quite keep such a number of vows himself. They'd disowned Quinn, kicking her from the house, all because she was pregnant out of wedlock and such a child was blasphemous and sinful. If it hadn't been for Mercedes, another member of the Glee club, she would have been on the streets after she admitted Finn was not Beth's father, but his best friend was. Suddenly, Quinn wondered how different her life might have been, her experience, if this man had been her father instead. A little understanding would have gone quite the distance with Quinn, with any teenager in the world. His daughters were lucky to have such a sincere, understanding father. Now, this man was offering to be her friend, to help her to feel not alone, and part of her could not believe it. Perhaps because of her own cruelty to others, she did not believe she deserved such kindness.
He held out his hand and Quinn swallowed, left only to stare at the open palm for a moment. Those eyes beamed at her with warmth, a gentle and kindness she'd never known from anyone outside of Schu. Quinn feared his words, his judgment, but also longed for it because she knew it would make her stronger. Somehow, she saw this man in much the same light. Taking a deep, shaky breath, the blond hesitantly reached out in return and allowed her hand to fall into his. It was warm, safe and Quinn sniffled, swallowing down the lump in her throat. What did she do to deserve such compassion...such empathy? "Thank you," she replied softly, trying desperately to keep her voice, her tone steady. A flush crossed her cheeks when it cracked anyway. "It means...so much." How could a stranger befriend her under a circumstance in which her own family had refused to accept her? It was insane, but no, Glee had done the same, all of them, right?
"My own father could not..." she trailed off, a weak smile, and then her gaze dropped to the cooling hamburger. Should she? Swallowing, she looked up, meeting his gaze and again, a feeling safety, of comfort washed over her. No, she could trust J'onn. She just...knew. "He didn't accept me. They kicked me out..."