Moving wasn't her decision. It wasn't even in her spectrum of thinking. She had been uprooted, shifted and lifted because of every decision and by default mistake her father had made. Her family had been renamed. Blake. Hardly had the same ring or fear striking ability as Fabray, but it was all they were left with.
"Why are we even here? Lima? Anywhere, they could have picked anywhere and they chose the back door of America? Real classy way to protect." Quinn had decided it was easier to whine incessantly than to agree with any choice the witness protection had agreed upon. Complaining came easy to her, and anything that came easy was usually exasperated.
"You know why. We need protected. And anything was better than the Alps," her father exclaimed through grated teeth. He sat staring out the back door passenger seat. Was this really the best path for the 'oh so proud Fabrays'. Hiding. Snitching to be more specific. "For the good of the family" he sighed in a last attempt to justify his choices.
"So this is Lima" Quinn exhaled loudly in an attempt to be heard, but mumbled enough not to be. With a wipe of her brow she dragged her single suitcase out of the black sedan, looking upon the two storey house. It wasn't anything spectacular, yet it wasn't a house that would be looked down upon. This fact made her slightly more in agreement with the move, but this fact alone wasn't a game changer- that would come later.
Even the schools weren't anything Qui..elle... I mean Belle where used too. The teachers looked down on her as if she should be looked down upon. If they knew any better, they would realise that this was a bad decision. Quinn Fabray, and by consequence Belle Blake would be feared, revered and remembered. And remembered was not what anyone within the Witness protection programme aimed for. As a Fabray it was expected, but as a Blake it was the last thing wished for.
"We've had complaints." spoke the obviously overweight head master. Using that extra weight to lean more forward than necessary on the un-bearing desk, he clasped his hands together and continued "Complaints with you."
She was used to this charade, try and make her feel in superior and then follow with a question. Which as almost to her command, he did.
"Are you aware of this?" This is where she would break any form of authority he had. They expected a meek answer, an apology...but that's never what she gave.
"Is that so?"
They stumbled, they always did. Their incompetence always encouraged a smirk on her behalf, even a sly eyebrow raise.
"Eh, emm, I mean clearly this is unacceptable behaviour. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I don't know. How about you think up a smart adequate answer then write it down on that little piece of paper you have in front of you. It's lunch, i'm hungry."
Quinn felt she could get used to starting a new, not that it would go any different to how she acted before, but it would encourage her to continue with her bad girl image, as the school wouldn't have any past records to look up. A clean slate. "I could get used to this."
Without looking she exited the head masters office, straight head first into the petite brunette. Aggravated she composed herself, ready to leash hell on earth, only to look into dark brown eyes, eyes that anchored her, freezing her to the spot.
"Do you mind? It's common courtesy to avoid colliding with people. Yet given the baffled look upon your face I would say it's not an everyday occurrence on your part, and therefore I am willing to forgive the previous indiscretion and start over. I'm Rachel. Rachel Barbra Berry to be precise."
Between the anchoring and the rambling Quinn began to stumble upon her own words. Allowing for three words to escape, three words that she never expected to escape so quickly or willingly, "I'm Belle Blake."
Rachel Barbra Berry-Game changer.