Hello there people. Even though I know that I have two stories that need to be finished, everyone wants to start a new one right? Well this might be a little weird because I am turning a role play into a story and I have never done that before, so bare with me. I do not own anything besides the xbox I use to update. By the way. Half of the credit goes out to my girl. I love you baby.

Chapter 1

She straightened out her shirt, pulling it down over her long flowing skirt as she made her way down the hall. A smirk plastered to her face, Quinn Fabray was back... And not in a good way.

Standing by her locker, Santana was just pulling out her notebook when she spotted the other girl. Closing her locker roughly, she did a double take as Quinn walked by.

"What the fuck?" She thought to herself as she continued to stare at the blonde. Except she wasn't blonde anymore. "Pink? Real classy." Satnana thought again. Quinn just walked right on by, licking her lips and glaring at anyone that made the mistake of staring at her.

"Yeah, I still got it." She thought to herself with a grin, her hips swaying with each step.

Not able to help herself, Santana tilted her head sideways, sneaking a glance at those swaying hips before regaining her composure.

"Yo! Q!" She shouted, shooting a glare to the few students that stepped in her path.

Ignoring Santana's shout, Quinn smirked once again as her eye's landed on her main objective. The lady of her fake affections and second in line of the skanks. Mack. Her smirk becoming deeper once Mack had noticed the girl and perked up instantly.

Stopping in her tracks, Santana's eye's became slits as they landed on the skank. And she didn't mean the name of that stupid little club. Mack was an actual skank in her eye's.

"What the hell?" She thought again, watching the two women pretty much eye fuck each other in the hallway. And it was only going to get worse.

Quinn was getting close into Mack's personal space, slamming her hands against the locker behind the skank. She moved her left hand over a litte, coming close to cradeling the other girls head.

"You gonna kiss me Fabray or make me wait?" Mack said, trying to smirk. Quinn just continued to stare at her, not making a move. Neither girl aware that a certian Latina was seething a few feet behind them.

Santana was pratically growling at the closeness, her blood beginning to boil as her well trained ears picked up every word between them.

"Oh hell no." She started to push through the crowd, eye's locked on the both of them. About to witness something she never wanted to see. Like ever.

Quinn was reaching her free hand down to cup Mack's chin. Bringing her face up and connecting their lips together in the most disgustful kiss Santana had ever seen. Stoping instantly at the sight and knocking over a freshman in the process, Santana clentched her hands into fists at her side.

"Move before I ends you!" She shouted, not really sure who she was yelling at, her vision blurred.

Curling her hand into Mack's hair, Quinn pulled away when the other girl began to moan a little bit. Detaching herself from the girl, she wiped the acess spit from her lips.

"Meet me under the bleachers during lunch." She spoke quietly before turning to walk away. Fully aware that Santana was just a few feet behind her.

"Q!" She tried again, trying to stomach the sight she had just witnessed. Her mind caught in a battle. Chase a skank and beat her down or confront Quinn on her behaviour. She looked after her friend. Quinn it is.

Keeping her pace up, Quinn strutted into the bathroom and counted.

"3..2..1"

Right on cue, Santana burst through the door, her eye's landing on the other girl.

"What the hell Quinn?" She nearly hissed, standing her ground.

Quinn stood calmly at the sink, washing her hands. A smirk that never seemed to go away stuck on her lips.

"What do you want Santana?"

"To know what the fuck you are thinking?" She started to close the distance between them. "Why you're making out with someone guaranted to give you some form of monkey AIDS." She leaned up against a stall, her arms crossed over her chest.

Keeping the smirk on her lips, Quinn turned to snatch some paper towel from the dispencer. Wiping her hands dry.

"You do not control me Santana. I can kiss whoever I want, whenever I want." She spoke clearly, turning to look at herself in the mirror, touching her nose ring. "And if I decide that I want to make out with Mack. Then I will."

Santana just stared at her, her mouth hanging open in shock. This wasn't her Quinn anymore.

"Fine." She spoke in a low voice. "But I will find out what is going on." She studied her friend. "And if I find out that this is all an act. Well... Kiss your precious skanks goodbye." She started to walk towards the door. Quinn wasn't having it.

Scoffing, she turned quickly on the spot, her arms crossed.

"Why do you think this is an act? Just because I kissed Mack and I'm with the skanks now?" She walked up to Santana, grabbing her by the back of her Cheerio's uniform and slamming her back against a stall. "I'm happy right now and nothing can ruin it. Not you, the damn Cheerios or Coach Sylvester." She was inches from Santana's face, her finger pressing hard into the other girls collarbone.

Fed up with all of her shit, Santana slapped her hand away, giving the girl a shove backwards.

"Because this isn't you. This is scared little Quinn, hiding behind all of her bullshit." She pushed her again on the last word. "In case you forgot, I was one of the many people to pick your ass back up after last year." She straightened out her uniform, her eye's set in a hard glare. "Son don't fucking lie and tell me you're happy. I can tell quinn. I can see right through your weak ass walls."

Setting her jaw, Quinn glared at the girl she use to call a friend.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one that dropped me right back on my ass to pursue Brittany. I'm like this because Mack picked me back up after you fucking left!" She stepped closer to the girl, gritting her teeth. "It's your fault that I'm this way and having a fling with Mack. Yours!" She screamed the last part, whipping around and running out into the hall.

Santana ran out after her, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and sadness.

"You disappeared on me Quinn! You closed yourself up in that mind of yours and stopped letting me in. That's why I made the stupid mistake of going after Britt." She grabbed Quinn's arm, swinging her around. "So do not go blaming me for your own messed up shit." She released her arm, starting to back away. "So when that skank sees the real you. Don't expect me to come back so fucking easily." And with that, she left Quinn standing alone in the hallway.

"You fucking dropped me for Brittany when I needed you the most! You said yourself that I was too much to handle!" She screamed after the other girl, her hands shaking. Tears threatening to fall. "Fucking idiot." She mumbled, making her way to the bleachers.