Humming as he poured himself a cup of coffee, Quinn looked up when he heard someone come into the kitchen. He was expecting it to be Everly because she had always been an early morning riser but instead it was Zac who looked glum. Glummer than he had looked in awhile.
"Who peed in your cheerios?" Quinn asked him as he took his coffee mug in his hand and walked to the table. Sitting down he took a sip of the warm liquid hoping it woke him up. He hadn't gotten in bed until three mainly because he had stayed up worrying about Zac. He tended to do that while he was out in the city by himself. He just figured it was the father in him.
Zac turned his head briefly to look at Quinn but he ignored him, going to the fridge and getting out the bottle of orange juice they had bought yesterday when they had went grocery shopping.
"You aren't talking to me?" Quinn asked him another question, watching as Zac went to the cabinet to get out a glass. "And you look gloomy, that can only mean one thing," he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "You went to go see him didn't you?" he asked knowing he had went to Taylor's apartment numerous times before. He usually did it every year around the anniversary of their break up.
Zac just stayed silent as he finished pouring his orange juice. When he joined Quinn at the table Quinn watched him take a drink of the orange juice, acting as if no one or nothing else existed right now.
Shaking his head, Quinn picked up his coffee cup to take another drink, "I hate when you go there. You always go back to the boy I met. The boy who was always so broken down inside. You were doing good Zac."
"I just had to try," Zac finally broke his silence by speaking. "I had to try but again he wasn't there," he frowned before picking up his glass of orange juice, taking a really long sip from the cup.
Quinn rolled his eyes, "Of course he wasn't," he muttered sarcastically. He really did dislike Zac's ex. It seemed Taylor really did a bad number on Zac. "Let me guess though who was there, that prick he dumped you for. The one you claim is a junkie."
Zac nodded his head yes, "Alex, his name is Alex," he told Quinn, his voice coming out as if he was disgusted by the name alone. Like it left a bad or bitter taste in his mouth. "He was there like he always is. Again like always he claims Taylor wasn't there. This time he was at some strip club. He works there now I guess, probably to make money for Alex's habit."
"Maybe he is just lying to you," Quinn suggested before biting his lip. That was probably the wrong thing he could have said to Zac. He was afraid it may mess him up even more if he voiced his opinion of Taylor just ignoring him completely.
When Zac raised an eyebrow Quinn knew he was going to prod and ask him what he meant. He figured Zac would.
"What are you saying? That Taylor is deliberately ignoring me?" Zac asked his voice cracking and when Quinn looked at him he noticed the tears forming in his eyes. Fuck he had never hated himself more than he had right now in this moment.
Looking away quickly, Quinn stared into his half empty coffee cup. "I guess that is what I am saying," he nodded deciding to be honest. Honesty was always the best thing. "What if Alex told him about the first time you came by because he really wasn't there but now every other time you do go by there he is there but has the boyfriend lie for him."
"He wouldn't do that," Zac squeaked out as tears went down his cheeks.
Shit now that the little dipshit was crying. Quinn felt even more worse about his accusations towards Taylor. "If you say so," he sighed as he stood from the table, taking his coffee cup to the sink. "I just don't like that you can blindly trust someone who hurt you so bad and to be honest I think you are dumb for still loving him. It's time for you to move on, get over your brother," he told Zac, for once voicing that Taylor is also his brother. Normally he avoided that because if he was being honest that part crept him the hell out. That Zac could be in love with his own brother.
Zac didn't say anything else to Quinn, he just finished drinking his orange. Quinn guessed he really had made him upset now but he couldn't help speaking the truth. It had been three years and yeah Quinn got him still being hurt or angry because he got that way with Clara but Zac did need to try moving on, dating other men. Men who preferably weren't his brother.
Going to the counter Quinn grabbed his pack of cigarettes, "I'm going for a smoke," he muttered under his breath as he looked over at Zac who was standing from the table. "If Everly wakes up tell her where to find the cereal."
After telling Zac that, Quinn headed outside onto the balcony of the apartment. Getting a cigarette out of the pack he put it between his lips, finding the lighter he had in the pocket of his jeans. Lighting the cigarette he took a drag looking out at the busy streets below.
Quinn couldn't help but let his mind wander. He knew he shouldn't have said what he did to Zac but sometimes he just really couldn't help himself when it came to saying what he felt even if it hurt the person he was saying it too.
"Fucking dipshit," Quinn whispered to himself as he took another drag from the cigarette before shaking his head. He hated that he felt guilty for making him cry with the truth. He swore though that Zac was worse than a woman. But maybe to make it up to him he could try to help him move on. He could take Zac out to bars, make sure that he met someone who was good for him.
Hearing the sliding glass door open Quinn turned around expecting to see Zac but this time it was actually Everly, a bowl of cereal in her hands.
"Nice to see you finally woke up sleeping beauty," Quinn winked at her as he put the cigarette between his lips again. He wasn't really supposed to be smoking around her on Clara's orders but Everly always promised not to tell when he did smoke in front of her.
Everly laughed as she walked to where Quinn was standing, "I had a hard time sleeping last night," she confessed in between bites of her cereal. "I was worried about Zac being out last night."
Quinn shook his head, his free hand going to ruffle her long brown hair. "You and me both kid," he nodded letting her know he was worried about Zac too last night. "But he stayed safe so I guess our worrying was for nothing."
"He didn't stay safe," Everly spoke disagreeing with what Quinn said. "He got his heart broken. He is in his room crying right now because of it."
Raising an eyebrow Quinn finished off his cigarette, "What the hell do you know about broken hearts Everly?" he asked her curiously. Just how much could his twelve year old daughter know about being brokenhearted? He highly doubted she had, had experience with any.
Everly looked up at Quinn, her eyes shining with a wisdom that Quinn swore was far beyond her age. "Dad I'm twelve," she laughed picking up her spoon and taking another bite of her cereal. "I know what people are like when they have broken hearts. I've seen people with broken hearts."
Quinn knew she had a point with her words, "You need to stop growing up on me kid," he told her as he shook his head.
"You know I turn thirteen on the tenth, right?" Everly asked as she laughed.
"How could I forget?" Quinn asked as he shook his head again. "Your mom was in labor with you for over sixteen hours. Do you know how much sleep I lost that day?"
Everly grinned before finishing off her cereal, "Too much," she finished Quinn's words as well. "You have told me the story countless times. How mom's water broke at eleven pm and you refused to leave her side the whole time. You even refused sleep in case you missed something big."
"Okay so maybe I have told you the story countless times," Quinn smiled before moving away. "But it's only because I want you to remember just how hard you have been making things for me little girl," he joked as he opened the sliding glass door.
Everly stuck her tongue out at Quinn but followed him inside. "We need to make Zac better," she informed him as she walked into the kitchen, taking her bowl to the sink. "Maybe you should take him out to dinner, you know like a date."
At Everly mentioning he take Zac out to dinner like a date, Quinn shook his head no. "Everly I'm not taking Zac out on any dates. I'm not gay, hell you should know I'm not gay."
"If you say so," Everly shrugged before leaving the kitchen.
Watching her leave Quinn just stood there dumbfounded. His own daughter seemed to be convinced that he was gay and he wasn't sure why though. Yeah he hadn't brought many women around her but most of his relationships never lasted past the first night but even those one night stands seemed to be getting few and far between.
When the phone rung it brought Quinn out of his thoughts and he headed to where the cordless phone was. Picking it up he hit talk. "Hello?"
"Quinn," Kandie's voice came through the phone line. "I was just wondering if you had talked to Zac yet about the Thanksgiving offer?" she asked her voice a little too eager for Quinn's liking.
"Mom," Quinn yelled a little too loudly. "I told you I would call you in a few days. It's only been a day since you called."
Kandie sighed and Quinn was sure she hadn't liked the tone he had used with her.
"I know but I just want a yes so I know how much food to order for us Quinny," she whined as she used Quinn's nickname. "Anyway your dad has been on my ass to get you down here again soon."
Rolling his eyes in annoyance at her words, Quinn sighed too, "Fine, I will come," he agreed hoping it was the right choice.
After he agreed Quinn's mom kept him on the phone awhile longer and when he finally hung up he ran a hand through his hair feeling aggravated. Zac was upset because of him and he had just agreed to go to Georgia for Thanksgiving with him. He fucking hoped Zac was over him hurting his feelings by then.
"Who peed in your cheerios?" Quinn asked him as he took his coffee mug in his hand and walked to the table. Sitting down he took a sip of the warm liquid hoping it woke him up. He hadn't gotten in bed until three mainly because he had stayed up worrying about Zac. He tended to do that while he was out in the city by himself. He just figured it was the father in him.
Zac turned his head briefly to look at Quinn but he ignored him, going to the fridge and getting out the bottle of orange juice they had bought yesterday when they had went grocery shopping.
"You aren't talking to me?" Quinn asked him another question, watching as Zac went to the cabinet to get out a glass. "And you look gloomy, that can only mean one thing," he sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "You went to go see him didn't you?" he asked knowing he had went to Taylor's apartment numerous times before. He usually did it every year around the anniversary of their break up.
Zac just stayed silent as he finished pouring his orange juice. When he joined Quinn at the table Quinn watched him take a drink of the orange juice, acting as if no one or nothing else existed right now.
Shaking his head, Quinn picked up his coffee cup to take another drink, "I hate when you go there. You always go back to the boy I met. The boy who was always so broken down inside. You were doing good Zac."
"I just had to try," Zac finally broke his silence by speaking. "I had to try but again he wasn't there," he frowned before picking up his glass of orange juice, taking a really long sip from the cup.
Quinn rolled his eyes, "Of course he wasn't," he muttered sarcastically. He really did dislike Zac's ex. It seemed Taylor really did a bad number on Zac. "Let me guess though who was there, that prick he dumped you for. The one you claim is a junkie."
Zac nodded his head yes, "Alex, his name is Alex," he told Quinn, his voice coming out as if he was disgusted by the name alone. Like it left a bad or bitter taste in his mouth. "He was there like he always is. Again like always he claims Taylor wasn't there. This time he was at some strip club. He works there now I guess, probably to make money for Alex's habit."
"Maybe he is just lying to you," Quinn suggested before biting his lip. That was probably the wrong thing he could have said to Zac. He was afraid it may mess him up even more if he voiced his opinion of Taylor just ignoring him completely.
When Zac raised an eyebrow Quinn knew he was going to prod and ask him what he meant. He figured Zac would.
"What are you saying? That Taylor is deliberately ignoring me?" Zac asked his voice cracking and when Quinn looked at him he noticed the tears forming in his eyes. Fuck he had never hated himself more than he had right now in this moment.
Looking away quickly, Quinn stared into his half empty coffee cup. "I guess that is what I am saying," he nodded deciding to be honest. Honesty was always the best thing. "What if Alex told him about the first time you came by because he really wasn't there but now every other time you do go by there he is there but has the boyfriend lie for him."
"He wouldn't do that," Zac squeaked out as tears went down his cheeks.
Shit now that the little dipshit was crying. Quinn felt even more worse about his accusations towards Taylor. "If you say so," he sighed as he stood from the table, taking his coffee cup to the sink. "I just don't like that you can blindly trust someone who hurt you so bad and to be honest I think you are dumb for still loving him. It's time for you to move on, get over your brother," he told Zac, for once voicing that Taylor is also his brother. Normally he avoided that because if he was being honest that part crept him the hell out. That Zac could be in love with his own brother.
Zac didn't say anything else to Quinn, he just finished drinking his orange. Quinn guessed he really had made him upset now but he couldn't help speaking the truth. It had been three years and yeah Quinn got him still being hurt or angry because he got that way with Clara but Zac did need to try moving on, dating other men. Men who preferably weren't his brother.
Going to the counter Quinn grabbed his pack of cigarettes, "I'm going for a smoke," he muttered under his breath as he looked over at Zac who was standing from the table. "If Everly wakes up tell her where to find the cereal."
After telling Zac that, Quinn headed outside onto the balcony of the apartment. Getting a cigarette out of the pack he put it between his lips, finding the lighter he had in the pocket of his jeans. Lighting the cigarette he took a drag looking out at the busy streets below.
Quinn couldn't help but let his mind wander. He knew he shouldn't have said what he did to Zac but sometimes he just really couldn't help himself when it came to saying what he felt even if it hurt the person he was saying it too.
"Fucking dipshit," Quinn whispered to himself as he took another drag from the cigarette before shaking his head. He hated that he felt guilty for making him cry with the truth. He swore though that Zac was worse than a woman. But maybe to make it up to him he could try to help him move on. He could take Zac out to bars, make sure that he met someone who was good for him.
Hearing the sliding glass door open Quinn turned around expecting to see Zac but this time it was actually Everly, a bowl of cereal in her hands.
"Nice to see you finally woke up sleeping beauty," Quinn winked at her as he put the cigarette between his lips again. He wasn't really supposed to be smoking around her on Clara's orders but Everly always promised not to tell when he did smoke in front of her.
Everly laughed as she walked to where Quinn was standing, "I had a hard time sleeping last night," she confessed in between bites of her cereal. "I was worried about Zac being out last night."
Quinn shook his head, his free hand going to ruffle her long brown hair. "You and me both kid," he nodded letting her know he was worried about Zac too last night. "But he stayed safe so I guess our worrying was for nothing."
"He didn't stay safe," Everly spoke disagreeing with what Quinn said. "He got his heart broken. He is in his room crying right now because of it."
Raising an eyebrow Quinn finished off his cigarette, "What the hell do you know about broken hearts Everly?" he asked her curiously. Just how much could his twelve year old daughter know about being brokenhearted? He highly doubted she had, had experience with any.
Everly looked up at Quinn, her eyes shining with a wisdom that Quinn swore was far beyond her age. "Dad I'm twelve," she laughed picking up her spoon and taking another bite of her cereal. "I know what people are like when they have broken hearts. I've seen people with broken hearts."
Quinn knew she had a point with her words, "You need to stop growing up on me kid," he told her as he shook his head.
"You know I turn thirteen on the tenth, right?" Everly asked as she laughed.
"How could I forget?" Quinn asked as he shook his head again. "Your mom was in labor with you for over sixteen hours. Do you know how much sleep I lost that day?"
Everly grinned before finishing off her cereal, "Too much," she finished Quinn's words as well. "You have told me the story countless times. How mom's water broke at eleven pm and you refused to leave her side the whole time. You even refused sleep in case you missed something big."
"Okay so maybe I have told you the story countless times," Quinn smiled before moving away. "But it's only because I want you to remember just how hard you have been making things for me little girl," he joked as he opened the sliding glass door.
Everly stuck her tongue out at Quinn but followed him inside. "We need to make Zac better," she informed him as she walked into the kitchen, taking her bowl to the sink. "Maybe you should take him out to dinner, you know like a date."
At Everly mentioning he take Zac out to dinner like a date, Quinn shook his head no. "Everly I'm not taking Zac out on any dates. I'm not gay, hell you should know I'm not gay."
"If you say so," Everly shrugged before leaving the kitchen.
Watching her leave Quinn just stood there dumbfounded. His own daughter seemed to be convinced that he was gay and he wasn't sure why though. Yeah he hadn't brought many women around her but most of his relationships never lasted past the first night but even those one night stands seemed to be getting few and far between.
When the phone rung it brought Quinn out of his thoughts and he headed to where the cordless phone was. Picking it up he hit talk. "Hello?"
"Quinn," Kandie's voice came through the phone line. "I was just wondering if you had talked to Zac yet about the Thanksgiving offer?" she asked her voice a little too eager for Quinn's liking.
"Mom," Quinn yelled a little too loudly. "I told you I would call you in a few days. It's only been a day since you called."
Kandie sighed and Quinn was sure she hadn't liked the tone he had used with her.
"I know but I just want a yes so I know how much food to order for us Quinny," she whined as she used Quinn's nickname. "Anyway your dad has been on my ass to get you down here again soon."
Rolling his eyes in annoyance at her words, Quinn sighed too, "Fine, I will come," he agreed hoping it was the right choice.
After he agreed Quinn's mom kept him on the phone awhile longer and when he finally hung up he ran a hand through his hair feeling aggravated. Zac was upset because of him and he had just agreed to go to Georgia for Thanksgiving with him. He fucking hoped Zac was over him hurting his feelings by then.