A/N: Hello everyone! Okay fun fact this fic was started in 2014 and was originally titled "Lucy wouldn't, but Quinn might." and can probably be found on Wattpad or Instagram ( qxeenqxinn). However, i found it and wanted to finish it, I have some big plans for this fic and I really want to put a lot of effort into writing it. It's my first official fic so please be kind, and review! Okay enjoy!

Chapter One - New Beginnings.

Quinn played with the top of her hair as some ends were popping out of her hairband. She looked at herself in her car mirror one more time making sure that everything about her was in place. Her lipstick, check. Her eye shadow, check. Her curls, check. Her self esteem..she could deal with that later. She grabbed her bag and slid out of her car looking up at red and white walls lined with dehydrated bushes and empty slushie cups; William McKinely High School.

She felt every muscle begin to tense up before she had even made her first step. The advice that her mother had given her the night before was ringing in her mind: "Quinnie, nobody will even remember how you looked two years ago.. You're a beautiful, intelligent girl so go and show them!" Quinn and her mother both knew that this was easier said than done, but being the strong willed 17 year old that she was, Quinn would not be defeated so soon. She finally left her car and began walking towards the teachers entrance of the school to avoid contact with any of the pupils.

Her gaze was immediately met by two boys chasing each other at the other end of the parking lot, one holding a football and the other clenching his fists so tightly they were turning white from lacking blood supply. A small group of dopey cheerleaders followed suet chanting their names in unison and clapping along. Quinn recognised a few of the girls, she knew them in her freshman year, only now they had shorter skirts and what looked like fewer brain cells. The timid blonde continued to walk with her head down until she reached the main doors. She stepped inside and was immediately met with the smell of stale hotdogs..exactly how she had remembered american high school. She remembered the halls and classrooms that she passed as if it were only yesterday she was in them, however in the pit of her stomach she felt a wrenching sense of unwelcoming dread. She tugged at the bottom of her dress, pulling it down as far as it would go, it was part of a nervous twitch she had in attempt to cover up as much of herself as possible-but not so much that she resembled her freshman year self.

Quinn found herself in front of Principle Figgans' office. She took a breath and knocked lightly on his door.

"Come in!"

She stepped in quietly, shutting the door as a couple of members of the student body watched her, inquisitively wondering who she was.

"Ah, Miss Fabray, it's lovely to have you back here at William McKinely. How was your stay in England?"

Quinn fondly smiled, remembering how only last month she thought she was free from all of the stresses that lingered over her now.

"It was lovely" she sighed.

"Good to hear, well I trust you were educated you well while you were gone, however it wont have been the same curriculum as we have, meaning you might have to work harder in classes and maybe get a tutor to keep up."

Figgans passed her a booklet containing her timetable and a set of missed study notes for each class and a note excusing her from gym class until next semester. She flicked through the book and pulled out the note, furrowing her brow to read it.

"Sir, why have I to be excused from gym class?"

"Well when your father called, he informed us that you had undergone surgery while you were away, and we agreed it would be best for you to take it easy and let it heal."

Quinn shook her head and handed out the note back to the teacher.

"Thank you, but it was only my nose, and it has healed. I don't really want to be the only one not taking part in gym class again."

She held the note out to the older man offering it back, but he declined.

"Hold on to it, Miss Fabray, you may need it. This school cannot be held liable if something goes wrong during a soccer tackle or a dangerous game of dodgeball." He said as if it was programmed into his system.

Quinn tilted her head at him and exhaled a sigh of defeat. The littlest things set her apart from everyone else, she felt like she was fighting a constant battle just to be normal.

"Thank you sir."

With that she got back up and headed for the door.

"Have a nice first week, Lucy."

She had reached for the handle but missed completely as her body flinched at the sound of that name. She breathed in slowly trying to buy time to figure out how to explain this calmly.

"I um, go by Quinn Fabray now, no Lucy, just Quinn, its on every docume-"

"Im sorry, I did know that, I forgot. My apologies Quinn." The man quickly returned to filling out a suspension form and Quinn was stood for a second, relishing the thought that she will have to explain this to so many more people.

Unless she chose to play the new girl card, and pretend she was a whole new person.

Quinn had timed her chat with Figgins perfectly. As she stepped out of his office the piercing bell echoed through the halls and the last few students filed into their classes. She had no idea where she was headed to first. She began to walk slowly down the now empty hall and opened up the folder containing her timetable; she had english first period, music second, and then a chemistry lab class. The thought of not only being thrown back into the dragons den with her ex classmates but starting in the middle of the semester was weighing heavily on her shoulders. She intertwined her hands with the bottom of her dress again and decided she would take a detour around the school, find herself a locker and save herself the embarrassment of being late to her first class. It didnt take her long to remember that even the lockers had a social ranking in this school. All of the popular kids had their lockers next to the cafeteria or home room, and everyone at the bottom of the social ladder was stuck under a stairwell or near the boys bathrooms.. Quinn found herself naturally gravitating to the latter. There was a small asian girl fumbling about the bottom of one of the lockers under the stairwell that she had found. The blonde quietly walked up to her from behind to the unclaimed locker next to her. The girl didnt seem very intimidating, if anything Quinn actually thought she needed a little help.

"Excuse me, this locker is free right?"

The asian girls brown eyes shot up at Quinn in a moment of panic and stayed like this until Quinn herself scratched on her neck nervously and smiled as politely as she could. The smaller girl shyly smiled back;

"Y-y-yes it is. But im not sure you'd want to take it"

Quinn looked at her quizzically, knowing what the girl meant but wondering why she thought she didnt meet the social deadbeat standard to own it.

"Dont y-y-you have a locker near the caffiteria"

"Um I'm actually new here, this is my first day"

Quinn neglected to say it was her "first day back" but the other girl wasnt any wiser.

She smiled and stood up to join the taller girl,

"O-oh, Its nice to meet y-y-you then, I'm Tina, and yeah this locker is free!"

"Thank you, I'm Quinn" she said letting the last word linger on her tongue, almost feeling like a liar for saying so.

"Well hi Quinn, I hope y-y-you know how to make a locker combo because im s-super late for class already!"

Quinn nodded at Tina as she hurried away, carrying a mess of fly away papers in her arms. She wished she had gotten a chance to ask the girl what classes she was taking or if they were in the same year so that maybe she would have one friendly face to comfort her through her first day-but her head was a foggy mess- and no, she didnt know how to set her locker combo-she had completely forgotten.

Before she knew it, the bell for second period rang. A mass of students came flowing out of their classes and Quinn got mixed up in the wave. Though being rattled from side to side, nobody was paying direct attention to her so she was feeling okay. She washed up in front of her music class- a class which had no actual teacher as the previous director of all things music-Sandy Rierson- had been fired and nobody had bothered to find his replacement. None of the students in the class were seated in a proper fashion apart from one very petite brunette girl who sat in the front writing notes on a piece of sheet music.

Quinn filtered to the back, quietly eyeing the cheerleaders bending over desks to get the attention of the footballers. She recognised two of the jocks, two of the most popular guys in the year when she was a freshman, Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman. She had never been bold enough to speak to them before, and she didn't plan on it now however she could see out of the corner of her eye that Noah was checking her out from top to toe as she walked into the class. She ignored the awkward attention and walked to an empty desk at the very back of the classroom.

Suddenly, the small brunette girl got up in front of the class and began writing on the whiteboard: "larynx tilting". A collection of exasperated sighs escaped the mouths of nearly all of the cheerleaders as the small girl pivoted on one foot to face the class.

"We may as well make the most of the time we have in this class, we still have to sit our end of year exams and my tuition is better than Mr Rierson could ever offer."

"Pipe down hobbit, who made you queen" a raspy voice stabbed through the room, painfully spiking the small girl.

"I have been trained musically since I was 2 years old, Santana, you should use me and learn from me!" She retorted.

"Trust me honey, nobody here wants to use you" Santana voice replied, filled with more purpose than it had previously. Quinn looked round a little and saw the latina girl and a blonde girl sitting on top of a counter at the back of the room. Quinn remembered their faces immediately, they had been her tormenters in freshman year. The small girl took a sharp intake of breath and looked defeatedly at the rest of the class, the footballers were sniggering at Santanas (true) comment and the girl sat down before she felt tears well up in her eyes.

The rest of the class was sure to be a write off, with nobody doing any real work so Quinn decided to take a look at some of the class notes she was given by Figgins. Keeping her head down was working until she felt a large presence hovering above her desk. She looked up to a smug smile.

"Hey hottie, you're new." Noah Puckerman, one of the most popular guys in McKinely just called Quinn "hottie."

"Uhm yeah," she replied awkwardly, shutting her notes, trying to cover up the fact she was taking school even remotly seriously.

"This is my first day"

"Well you know if you need someone to show you around, show you a good time, I'm your guy." The statement was said with a joking tone, but Quinn was certain by the lick of his lips that he wasnt kidding.

Puck took one more look at Quinn, up and down and went back over to his taller friend and gave him a high five. Quinn wasn't sure she trusted his offer however she felt a massive weight of release when it became apparent that not only did Puck not remember her, but wasn't bullying her. In that moment Quinn was certain that the way to survive the rest of her time in WMHS was to pretend she was never Lucy Fabray, only Quinn Fabray and pray nobody else saw through her.