franz;

Not necessarily because you’d just be faking it, duh. Oh, I gotcha. Your parents played favorites, Q was the lucky half of the children equation, so, you grew bitter and decided to move out. 

Pretty sure Ms. Pillsbury has a pamphlet for that special brand of childhood trauma.

I’d still have to fake being around them and pretending to care. Quinnie was always the lucky one but she also grew to hate them just as much. If you ever had a bad feeling about anything, you couldn’t talk to them about it. I decided to move out because I couldn’t live with them and their rules. No boys in the house. No staying out past 11 pm. No hanging out with your friends on week days. Like, are you kidding me? I’m out of there.

You’re going about this totally wrong. You’re lucky enough to have two divorced parents, now you gotta make the most of it. Make ‘em buy you shit. One doesn’t wanna pay up? Go to the other. Hell, make ‘em buy you two of everything and flip that shit on Craigslist. You gotta use that hustle mindset. 

Of course not. Not that I can relate, but that really sounds like a problem better suited for Don Julio, don’t you think? 1942, preferably. 

I don’t believe I have . Kurt Hummel – sophomore , fashion major & performance minor , countertenor . And you are ? 

Obviously. Frannie Fabray. Older and wiser sister of Quinn Fabray. Senior, interior design and pretty much the queen of this place. I think we’ll become really good friends. Especially from the sense of style I see that you have that many people around here lack.

Classic Frannie, airing her family drama on social media. I wouldn’t expect any less, nor would I want it any other way.

Do you know me to be any other way, Seb? Good. I’m just stating the obvious. Why are they bothering me with their problems now? I don’t have time for them. They never had the time for me, but now all of a sudden I become daughter of the year?

Sounds like someone has some deep mommy and daddy issues . If I were you , I’d suck them dry for all they’re worth – monetarily . Who knows , maybe you’ll get that pony you always dreamed of .

I’m sorry, have you met me? I don’t have mommy or daddy issues. I simply don’t care for either one of them even if they had a billion dollars. I don’t like ponies. I prefer horses that have an actual stable.

Pretty sure you’re supposed to pretend to choose sides. Let ‘em fight for your affection.

And by fight, I mean buy. With expensive gifts and BreadstiX dinners.

Uhhhh…. Welcome home? Probably not the welcoming you were hoping for, but you seem like a strong independent woman. It probably doesn’t even phase you.