Author's Note:

I am still writing L&T so don't worry.

I could not for the life of me get this story idea out of my head, so I wrote down the first chapter.

And I couldn't resist writing about a Badass Quinn either... I know it's overdone but I couldn't help myself.

Please review and tell me if I should continue with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

The first time I saw her I had just finished tattooing a born again christian, middle aged woman. It was a generic bible verse, but hey, I was happy to oblige to her wishes. Who am I to judge anyway? She found Jesus, good for her.

But as I was saying. The girl I was talking about, Rachel, she walked in shortly after that woman left with an angry looking Latina. It was December so business was kind of slow here at Dream Tattoos. Yeah the pussy name wasn't my choice, I just work here. The familiar chime of the doorbells alerted me to a new customer.

I looked up from replacing some needles and saw her. I might have lost my mind because this girl...let me tell you, she is gorgeous. She was adorably short and had beautiful, thick dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. She was wearing a black coat and a dark pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. She was browsing through some portfolios as I ogled her, but then someone cleared their throat not so subtly.

"Stare much? Where's the customer service here?" The girl I was checking out—erm, observing, snapped her gaze to mine and I quickly looked away, embarrassed at being caught.

I turned towards the voice that rudely interrupted my musings and scowled. It was the Latina.

Putting on a fake smile, I apologized. "I'm sorry Miss. What can I do for you today?"

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously you're going to be designing some damn tattoos. Jeez Berry, are you sure we should have come here? The mental capabilities of certain personnel are concerning me."

The mystery hottie's name is Berry? I grinned to myself.

"Do you speak, Einstein?" The bitchy Latina smirked at me.

The smile fell from my face and I grit my teeth. Calm yourself, Fabray. You promised Sam you'd be nice to the customers, no matter how rude. No more fights.

Berry came up to the table and frowned at her friend. "Santana, be nice. It's my birthday! Must you always instigate a fight?" She turned to me and my heart fluttered. Fuck. Man up, Fabray! I'm the resident bad ass. My heart doesn't skip beats. I make hearts skip beats.

I grinned crookedly at Berry and her cheeks tinted pink. Yeah, I'm good.

She shook her head and smiled. "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. I want a tattoo. Well I mean..that's obvious. Anyhow.." she pulled a drawing out of her back pocket and slid it over to me. I looked at it and smiled softly. It was a simple gold star about the size of a quarter. First timers were always fun.

"I want it on the inside of my wrist."

I scrunched my nose up. "Are you sure, hot stuff? The wrist area is one of the more painful areas to get a tattoo, don't you want to try maybe your shoulder, upper chest...hip?"

Rachel flushed and I heard the Latina groan. "She wants to get in your pants, Berry. Let's go."

I smirked. Well there's no arguing with that.

"Santana hush. You're going to stay here with me like you said you would. And don't even think you can leave because I'm your ride home." She stuck her tongue out at this Santana girl and I almost lost it.

She turned to me. "Thank you for the advice but I want it on my wrist. I can assure you I know it will be painful but I can handle it."

I nodded. "Alright. Let's see. The size of the tat is small and you want it colored, so that will be about sixty bucks. I need your ID please. Oh and you need to sign this."

She smiled and handed it to me, while reading over the document I gave her. I read over her ID and winced. She was eighteen today. Okay this can't be too bad. Only three years younger than me. However now I'm having second thoughts about getting to know her. I can work with this though...maybe.

"So uh..having a good birthday? Shouldn't you be in school?" I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "We're on winter break..and yes I am having a nice birthday, thank you."

I smirked and she blushed. Santana scoffed again. "You guys are making me sick." She made fake gagging noises.

I laughed and winked at Rachel, making her blush again. All about the charm..

"Over here please. Chola, you can sit over there." I motioned for the Latina to sit in a chair by the front.

Rachel snorted and covered her nose in embarrassment, Santana looked pissed.

"You're seriously going to let her hold a needle to your skin, Berry?" I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from lashing out at Santana and Rachel reprimanded her.

I led Rachel over to the workplace and she sat down. "Hold your wrist out on the table."

The table already had paper towels torn to wipe the excess ink, and a razor to get rid of any hair. I got the ink and the tattoo machine ready.

"What kind of music do you like?" I asked her. Music always relaxes the customers.

"Whatever you're playing." She answered back. I smiled and pressed play on the iPod dock. Some Rise Against started to filter throughout the room. I snapped some gloves on and walked over to her, sitting on the stool next to her wrist. I set the little cups of ink next to the paper towels.

"Where is everyone?" she asked me, looking around. "Do you own this place? You look my age.. so I doubt you do."

I laughed and began wiping her arm down. "I'm twenty-one, thank you." I winked at her and she blushed..again.

I continued. "And no I don't own the shop. I work here with my brother. Our parents own the place. My parents are in the back. Business is slow in the winter so yeah. I don't know where my brother is." I smiled fondly at the thought of them.

Sam is my adoptive brother. His family took me in when I was fifteen. I don't exactly know why they did, but I'm forever grateful. I didn't have the best childhood.

"You all are very talented. I was looking at some of the designs. I'm impressed." Rachel broke me out of my thoughts and I felt my face heat up a little.

I muttered a thanks. I'm not to great at accepting compliments. I picked up the razor and showed it to her. "This is to get rid of the little hairs on the underside of your wrist."

She nodded knowingly. And I began removing the hair. "If you don't mind my asking, why a gold star?"

She blushed and mumbled something about metaphors before she spoke up. "I just like them."

I smiled and grabbed the tattoo machine and told her everything had been sterilized and is clean. I saw her tense up and look at it anxiously.

I chuckled. "It's like a bee sting more or less."

She shook her head. "Yeah. I've never been stung by a bee."

I deadpanned. "Seriously?" She stared at me, unwavering.

"Huh." I mumbled. She must be Daddy's Little Princess. "It doesn't hurt that much, I promise. Relax."

She nodded warily and I started up the machine and began working on her wrist. She winced a little before relaxing again.

I heard a voice come from behind me. "Wow Berry, I would have thought you'd pussied out by now. Kudos."

Rachel scowled at what I heard to be was Santana. "Shove it, San."

I laughed heartily and Rachel blushed again. Fuck she is so cute. I almost lost my concentration on the tattoo looking at her. Fucking up her tattoo would not have played out well. But what am I saying? I'm a genius at this place.

But, working at a tattoo shop on the bad side of Lima fucking Ohio didn't get me much fame. But I was glad to be here. We had loyal customers and we did alright. And we were the only tattoo shop in the shit hole town..

I finished about thirty minutes later and wiped away all of the excess ink. "It will be inflamed for a while. You should just rub some antiseptic on it regularly. After a few hours when you take the gauze off."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you so much." She handed me her money, and then some for a nice tip.

I smirked at her. Time for action. "How about you come back to my place tonight. You said it was your winter break. You want to have some fun?" Yeah. It was time to be forward.

Her eyes widened comically and Santana narrowed her eyes. "Um..." she stuttered.

I grinned smugly. "You can just nod yes or no. I'm known to leave the ladies speechless." Did I mention I'm a cocky son of a bitch?

She flushed and scowled. I smiled. Angry girl.

"I don't...no! You gave me my first tattoo..I appreciate that, but I'm not "having fun" with you tonight. I don't even...ugh! If you think I'm that easy than you have a lot to learn. I don't even know your name! And besides, I don't hook up with people." Well that can be easily changed..

I smirked again. "Quinn Fabray."

She glared at me. "What?"

I gave her a lopsided grin. "That's my name."

She rolled her eyes, but I saw a smile playing at her lips. "We're leaving. Thank you."

Santana scowled at me as they left, and flipped me the bird. I frowned. I don't like her. Oh well. I'll see Rachel again.

And I was right. The next time I saw Rachel was a month later. The middle of January, it was another slow day.

She walked in with her Latina friend and a bubbly blonde this time.

I grinned. "Couldn't keep away from me huh, hot stuff?"

Rachel glared at me and her blonde friend giggled. I gave the blonde a sly smile and Santana wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. I see..

"Quinn, please." Rachel held up a hand at me.

I sniffled as if I were about to cry. "Aww...you remembered my name, doll face. How sweet. Of course, every girl I meet remembers my name. As they scream it in pleasure most of the time."

She flushed red and I laughed, along with the blonde again. "I like you!" she chirped happily and Santana groaned. "Will you be giving me my tattoo?"

"Yes ma'am. What would you like?" She instantly answered with, 'A dolphin' and I grinned. Nice.

"On my foot!" Ouch. Another painful spot. One of the most painful tats I've gotten was on my foot. But, whatever.

"Please try to refrain from asking Brittany out when you're done." I heard Rachel mutter.

The blonde...or um, Brittany, giggled. And Santana looked like she was about to explode.

I sighed and looked at Santana. "Relax, chola. I won't hit on your girl."

Santana visibly relaxed but then blushed. "She's not my girl!" she hissed loudly.

I saw Brittany frown for a second before perking up again. Well okay then. I can easily see the story there.

I finished Brittany's tattoo within in the hour and she was very pleased. I beamed. I love seeing customer's expressions after I've done a good job.

Santana and Rachel walked to the front of the shop while Brittany paid. After she paid she lingered for a second and slid a piece of paper over to me.

It said Rachel's Phone Number and had her digits written down on it. I quickly slid it into my back pocket and smiled in thanks at Brittany, who grinned back.

"She acts like she doesn't like it when you come on to her, but I know she does. When we were hanging out a while ago she called you pretty." I blushed for a few seconds. Usually girls call me sexy or hot. It's never been pretty.

I quickly smirked as they called her over to them. As they walked out the door I yelled goodbye to Rachel, who walked away with a flip of her hair. This was going to be fun.

I walked to the back of the shop and saw Sam doing some paperwork. He greeted me with a smile.

"Hey little sis. What's with the shit eating grin?"

I smirked and waved the note around. "I got Berry's number. Well..her friend gave it to me."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Girls usually go weak at the knees for you. I wonder why she won't. She's probably straighter than a line."

"Oh please Sammy. You know I'm more than capable at making girls question their sexuality. It's just a matter of time." I stated cockily.

He rolled his eyes, again. "Face it, Q. Not everyone can fall for you. Take it easy."

"I'm just having fun!" I retorted.

He sighed. "Well I guess it's better than when you brawl like a complete idiot."

I groaned. "I don't fight for fun! Some people just piss me off. And I haven't fought in a long time anyway, wise guy, so you can shove it." I toyed with my lip piercing.

"Yeah well good. Glad you're taking my advice."

I flipped him the bird. "Tell Mom and Dad I'm leaving. You're closing up, right?"

He nodded and I smiled, waving to him as I left. I reminisced about when Sam first taught me how to use a tattoo machine. He's very good at his job, but I quickly got the hang of it and am now more talented than he is.

What can I say? I just have a knack for it. Tattooing is actually how Sam and I grew close. He's a few years my senior and when his parents adopted me, I wasn't the kindest toward them. Don't get me wrong, I am now, I would take a bullet for each and every one of my family members; but I was a bitter, resentful fifteen year old.

But when I came to the shop and saw him working, I quickly became fascinated with the work and he eventually taught me. Now we have a great relationship. Well I mean..except when I'm pissed. No one is my friend when I'm pissed.

I got to my cheap apartment and sighed, running a hand through my choppy hair. I heated up a TV dinner and started to watch some crappy B rated movie. Sharktopus? Seriously, what the fuck.

I looked at my phone that sat next to me. Guess it's time to have some fun with Rachel. She was proving to be a challenge.