When Secrets Come Out to Play Chapter 1: She's a Mystery to Me, a glee fanfic

Title: When Secrets Come Out to Play

Chapter 1/? : She's a Mystery to Me

Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Rachel Berry /Quinn Fabray Side Brittany/ Santana Rachel/Others Quinn/OC
Rating: NC-17 for sexual themes and eventual smutt.
Word Length: 1000+ per chapter.
Summary: Quinn puts her quest to find herself on hold in order to figure out the suddenly more mysterious Rachel Berry. She soon finds that there is more to the little brunette than she ever thought possible. Perhaps she'll even figure herself out on the anyway. Punk!Quinn Simi-Baddass!Rachel.

Spoilers: All aired episodes, only a few things from season three as it's AU for the most part.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Glee", if I did it would be even gayer if at all possible. The song Woohoo belongs to Christina Aguilera and Nicki Minaj. I just changed a few things up to fit the situation. I do own the OC's.

Thanks to t8kmybreathaway for doing some great beta work.

She stood under the bleachers, cigarette in hand. It had been a month since school had let back in. Her interactions with the Skanks had dissipated, though she still found herself there twice a day having a smoke. All the glee kids had tried to "talk some since into her," even Santana. Apparently, she was acting crazy by finding someone new to be. Why would she want to go back to the Cheerios anyway? She had been knocked down too many times to recover this time. It wasn't like she was going to go back and resume being captain, so what was the point? She was done with all that. She was not going to play the all American girl next door who lived to be perfect in everyone's eyes anymore. She was going to do what she wanted.

In the beginning, she wasn't going back to glee. Her life had gone to shit from the moment she started with that club, but then despite Mr. Shuester's fucked up tirade about how selfish she was, she realized that she had always really enjoyed glee. She also had to admit, at least to herself, that they really were the only people that she was able to rely on during her pregnancy; even if she hadn't always treated them well in the past. Hell even Rachel, who she treated worse than anyone had had her back on multiple occasions. She'd slapped the girl and ended up being on the receiving end of her comfort all in one night. If it had been the other way around, she probably would have made Rachel eat the porcelain sink for putting her hands on her like that, but no, not Rachel. She just had to be all nice and understanding. She just had to tell her that she was the most beautiful girl she'd ever met and then go on to tell her that she was more than that.

Quinn couldn't fathom what was up with that girl. Nobody is that understanding, not that the Jewish girl was always so innocent. She had a way of being manipulative when she wanted to be, but she always seemed to feel bad about it later. The other girl had been crossing her mind a lot lately. Ever since she came to her and pleaded for her to rejoin glee, risking her own safety by not only approaching the now pink-haired girl, but the Skanks as well. She even had the nerve to mention that she and Finn were done, like that had anything to do with her absence from the club. She knew as much anyway. He had shown up at her door, fresh off of getting egg on his face at the beginning of summer, claiming that he had made a mistake. "Well yeah," she had said. "Not only did you ruin prom for two girls you said you loved, but then you broke up with me at a funeral and screwed us at nationals you dick." He was shocked to say the least.

Even more bizarre, was Rachel's own new attitude change. Anyone that knew the girl in the slightest would assume that the girl would be more intense seeing as how this was her senior year, however, things seemed to go the other way. It wasn't anything extreme, though when it comes to Rachel Berry, a little change can seem like something huge. She was still wearing her less than high school friendly attire, though she had been sporting the vintage look from time to time. She wasn't as high strung though. She hadn't put up much of a fight when Mr. Scheuster gave a solo to Mercedes without so much as an audition. Berry hadn't even managed one diva storm out yet. Add to that, the girl was actually, well, relaxed. Quinn had to give the other girl some serious props for finding a way to annoy the glee club instructor in a whole new way. She drove him crazy when she was trying to take over glee all the time, but now that she was getting comfortable blending in, he was having to do a lot more work than he had anticipated, and he tended to show just how flustered he was.

Quinn chuckled to herself at her musings before taking one last long drag and flicking her cigarette away. She then picked up her bag and made her way to the music room.

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Quinn slunk into the room, seating herself next to Brittany, who of course was sitting next to Santana, both giggling about something or other. As much as Quinn tried to keep to herself, she wasn't about to hurt Brittany's feelings. Her blonde friend smiled at her excitedly. The Hazel-eyed girl smiled back and gave her a wink just as the glee instructor entered the room.

"All right, folks," the man began as he walked over to the white board and uncapped a dry erase marker. "We need to get serious about this." He began to write the words Common Ground. "Common ground," he said as if to confirm to the kids that that was what he had written. He was about to explain what it all meant when Rachel walked through the door with a small grin on her face and headed over to sit between Puck and Kurt.

"I apologize for my tardiness Mr. Scheuster. I had something else that required my attention." This was new. Rachel had relaxed in many ways, but being late for glee was not one of them. Puck didn't seem all that surprised, nor did Kurt but everyone else took a quick moment to show their surprise through their facial expressions. Even Brittany took notice enough to scrunch her face first at Santana and then at Quinn in search of an answer that the other two girls didn't have.

"May I ask what was more important than being on time for glee?" asked the teacher.

"I can't stop you from asking but with all due respect I will refrain from answering. Again, I apologize for the interruption. You may continue." There was no malice in her voice, and her smile was genuine enough, but that was just odd.

Mercedes leaned into Kurt. "What is up with that girl," she whispered.

"Just let it be," he said back. "You weren't complaining when you got the solo for sectionals," he joked.

"Noted," she giggled back.

"Okay then," the teacher said hesitantly. "Common ground is this week's theme. I'm going to partner you all up with people you aren't used to partnering with." The resounding groans throughout the room couldn't go unnoticed, though he continued as if he hadn't heard or seen their reactions. "For a lot of you this is your senior years and even though we've had over two years together, there are those of you who haven't bonded very much. You'll need to find a song that fits you both in some way and explain why."

"But what if we have, like, nothing in common?" Asked Finn from his spot on the far right of the top riser.

"Yeah, I mean if we aren't bonded it's probably because we have nothing in common," Quinn stated from her seat.

"Actually," said Mr. Schue, "It's when you get to know people that you more likely to find common ground. Yes, in some cases like ours, we all like to preform, which is why we're all here, though we can have more in common on another level. Now some of you work really well with most," he looked over to Tina and Mike, "While others only work well with a few," he quickly glanced to Santana. "So before I post the list I'm only going to say this once. You will not be allowed to switch partners regardless of complaint. I partnered you all the way I did for a reason. So once you see who you're partnered with I suggest you get together and start working things out. You'll have the rest of the hour to figure out when you want to meet up to practice and whatever else it is you need to do. You will be performing your numbers throughout the next week." The man taped the paper to the wall by the door and then left through it, probably hoping to avoid the inevitable complaints to come.

Not five seconds later the group, minus Rachel and Artie were climbing over one another to see who they'd each been saddled with.

Duets List

Brittany/Tina

Quinn/Artie

Puck/Kurt

Finn/Mercedes

Santana/Rachel

Sam/ Mike

Santana took no time groaning loudly over who she had been partnered with. "Schue's lucky he ran out of here like a little bitch," she mumbled as she stomped over to the little singer. "Look Berry, I know you're crazy and want to start on this kind of crap right away but I have a life. I gots plans this weekend so we won't be working on this til after Saturday, got it?"

"I understand completely Santana. I myself have plans that span the weekend so I won't be available until after two on Sunday. Is two good for you? It'll give me time to recover fr…."

"God that's enough talking already," the Latina said as she brought a hand up to as if to shield the other girl's words. "Fine two on Sunday. I don't want you at my house so your place it is."

"Okay," Rachel beamed a little too much. "I'll reserve the date. Now if you'll excuse me, seeing as how Mr. Shuester saw it fit to depart early, I feel like I should be able to follow suit and begin my weekend." She quickly removed herself from in front of Santana, gathered her things, and took leave of the room.

Santana would be lying if she hadn't been left surprised. It could be seen on her face, which is why Quinn was bold enough to walk closer to her and say, "Is someone drugging her or something? I mean, it isn't just me right? She's…..off."

"Like I have time to sit around and theorize about what's scrambling the dwarf's brain."

"But it's wei…"

Santana cut her off, "Okay I'll give you one theory. The members of munchkin land came back for their leader and are slowly plying her with mind altering drugs until she remembers her home land. Happy?" The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes.

"I knew Rachel was magic," Brittany beamed linking pinkies with Santana. "I'll bet she can get Lord Tubbington to stop smoking."

"We can ask her," Santana relented. Quinn had to hold back a smile. A whipped Santana was actually kind of nice to see, not that she'd tell her friend that.

"Sanny did you ask Q yet?"

"Ask Q what?" Quinn furrowed her brow in confusion, noticing that the room was slowly deflating of people.

"Britts and me, we're going to this party one of her dance friends was telling us about the other day."

"Okay," said Quinn tentatively wondering what that had to do with her.

"They hold it at this warehouse outside of town every Friday. Some rich bitch's daddy owns it or whatever. It's mostly college girls," she went on.

"Sounds like fun, but what does that have to do with me?" Quinn was getting annoyed now.

"Calm your frosty tits and I'll tell you."

"Go on."

"Anyway, it's mostly girls that like girls." She smiled over at the blonde dancer. "Britts really wants to go." This was a big deal and an even bigger step for Santana. With all of her denials and discomfort, this was a way for the Latina to openly be with the girl she loved and not worry about what anyone thought about it. This was a step toward being open in general.

"And we want you to come," Brittany finished, bouncing on her heals.

"Britt, that sounds really fun and I think you two should go but I'm not…"

"So you're worried about going to a lesbian party? I thought this new Quinn didn't give a shit what people thought." Santana said in a mocking tone. The idea of not giving Brittany what she wanted was upsetting her. Brittany wanted Quinn to come and she was going to make it happen. "Maybe you're still that scared little suppressed prude who wants to make everyone see her like an all American prom queen."

"Shut up, S."

"Don't be mean," Brittany said to the both of them. "We love you, Q. This is something important to us and we just want to share it with you. You totally don't have to start eating tacos just because we're going to be dancing with a bunch of girls that like to."

Quinn huffed, knowing she'd already lost. How could she say no to that? Brittany was like fucking kryptonite. Plus, she had to give it to Santana; she'd stuck around for Quinn since school started. She and Brittany were more or less out and it had given her Latin friend new prospective. Even if the other girl did think Quinn was a little crazy for the duds and hair, she was determined to stick behind her friend in a way she hadn't always done before. Quinn had to admit, she'd become reliable in a way only Santana could be. She could support her friends in this, it was just for one night after all. "Okay, B. What time is this thing going down?"

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They'd been in the old warehouse for about an hour. Santana had fully amerced herself into her environment, happily taking Brittany to the dance floor and groping the tall blonde in ways Quinn had never seen her do in public. It wasn't that the couple had never danced sexily before, but it was the first time they had done it without the guise of doing it to appease a bunch of horny teenage boys. The pink-haired girl was a little in awe of it all. For the first time, it was like she was seeing Santana truly happy. Her friend looked as if she was where she belonged. When the Latina placed a soft kiss to the taller girl's lips, Quinn actually smiled at the sight.

She was pulled out of her inner thoughts as the music began to die down which for some odd reason, prompted to crowd of women to cheer. Confused at the sudden change of pace, Santana laced her fingers with Brittany and lead her back to where Quinn stood, nursing a beer off to the side.

"What's up ladies," a voice filtered through the speakers. The crowd got loud again in response. "I'm your DJ Dakota Blue and as always I'm glad to be here delivering my hot mixes for this lovely crowd." Quinn caught sight of the DJ, standing at her laptop. The woman had a pretty bronze tone to her complexion. She was fairly petite and maybe a few inches taller than herself. She had a mess of black curls sprawling down to her shoulders and was wearing a black t-shirt with the words 'FALL FROM GRACE' scripted in white across the front, along with black jeans, and purple high tops. There was a trail of vines and roses starting just above her left elbow and leading up past the sleeve of her t-shirt. Quinn had to admit the girl was pretty. She sort of envied this woman for being so free, yet making it seem so easy because as hard as she tried to look like she didn't care about what people thought of her anymore, she did. "So you regulars know what time it is, right?" The woman chuckled into the microphone when the crowd of women began to applaud. "That's right. It's time for my future second wife, not my last mind you, to come up on this stage and do her thing. So make some noise for Rach-B." And yet again, the crowd gladly showed their excitement as the somewhat shorter woman's figure came onto the stage holding what Quinn assumed was a beer in her hand.

The first thing the former cheerleader noticed about her ensemble was the black skinny jeans that seemed to hug her hips, thighs and yes her ass, just right. She was wearing some kind of black heel, but Quinn was too far away to notice anything other than they were black. On the top half of her was a black button up tailor cut woman's black business like jacket with only a few of the middle buttons done, exposing a red top under it. There was a loose red necktie lazily thrown on. The girl's hair was pinned back into a tight bun and atop her head sat a black fedora.

As the music began to play Santana and Brittany seemed to get just as excited as the rest of the crowd. Her Latin friend began to hold up her hand and sway to the beat and the tall blonde followed suit. Apparently they knew the song, while she obviously didn't.

Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo

Quinn watched the girl on the stage intently. She was looking to the floor, swaying to the track; that is until it was time to actually sing the lyrics of the song into her headset and she began gyrating across the stage.

You know you really wanna (HEY) wanna taste my (woohoo)
You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my (woohoo)
You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are (woohoo) kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) All the girls think its cake when they taste my (woohoo)
You don't even need a plate, just your face HA ! (woohoo)
Licky licky yum yum what a great gal (woohoo)
Now kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo)
K-Kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) k-k-kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo)
(hey, hey, hey)

The words of the song alone almost had former blonde dropping to the floor, however; who was singing them nearly had her catatonic. She looked over at her friends seeing that Santana looked just as disturbed by what was going on, making Quinn relieved that it wasn't just her that was weirded out by what was going on in front of them. Brittany, however, looked like she'd just won the lottery, not taking her eyes off the singer for one second. There were obviously backup vocals on a track but that voice still penetrated it all.

Feel your eyes on me everywhere I go (woohoo)
Like a lil' boy up in a candy store (woohoo)
C-C-Craving to get your hands on (woohoo) give it up before my momma says no (woohoo)
I'm a let you get it a lil' closer (woohoo) even though I ain't suppose to (woohoo)

The girl on stage began to descend the stairs that led to the dance floor. It seemed like a regular thing, like the crowd knew what to do. For the first time ever, the two Cheerios, along with the recently self-proclaimed badass saw a room full of people part like the red sea for the one of the last people she ever would have expected for; at least not anywhere in Ohio.

I like it strong when It's on, girls (woohoo)

Yes, it was Rachel Barbra Berry strutting like a sex kitten and raising her bottle as she delivered the line, I'm a lll' tipsy play along wit me (woohoo).

Now she passed the bottle off to some random girl in the crowd before undoing the few done buttons on her jacket and tossing it to aside, leaving the red spaghetti strap she wore exposed for all to see.

You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my (woohoo)
You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are (woohoo) kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) All the girls think its cake when they taste my (woohoo)
You don't even need a plate, just your face HA ! (woohoo)
Licky licky yum yum what a great gal (woohoo)
Now kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) k-kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) k-k-kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo)
(hey, hey, hey)

They watched as the diva further loosened the necktie so she could slip it off and flip it over yet another random girl's head, draping it around the dark woman's neck.

Pick your glass up, your sippin' kinda slow
Wanna see just how you take it down low (oh)
Hurry up I wanna see a bit more
Take it off before mama gets bored (oh, are ya ready)
I know that you love me long time yeah
You wanna take it for a ride yeah
I'm feeling bad and I Like it ,
I'm a lil' tipsy play along wit me (HEY)

She kissed two of her fingers and flirtatiously covered up a tall redhead's lips with them, leaving her with a wink. She continued singing and as she reached up to grab her fedora from her head, she revealed a look that said, 'I'm on the hunt'.

Rachel had come across a girl who was wearing a blue skirt, that Quinn thought was perfectly acceptable for a street walker, and coolly flipped the hat in her hand and placed it on the girl's head. Meanwhile it seemed like the Jewish girl was getting entirely too close to seeing them. She wasn't exactly sure why she cared, but she felt the need to slink into the crowd, to go unnoticed. Santana had the same idea, though Brittany did not. She wanted to be noticed. She wanted to say hi to their teammate and tell her how impressed she was with her performance. She wanted to tell her how incredibly hot she was in her outfit, but Santana and Quinn still dragged her out of Rachel's view hoping to blend in. Quinn knew the pink hair wasn't going to help with obscurity, which for the first time had her regretting that particular decision.

All the ladies up in the place (HEY) it's your turn give the girls a little taste (HEY) of how it works
(whoa-)

I know I probably should, but (uh) I'm feeling good
(whoa-)

I'm a lil' tipsy play along wit me

With a thrust of her hips and a shake of her ass, the glee club captain suggestively leaned into what seemed to Quinn, like the hundredth female and brought their lips dangerously close to one another before spinning away with a devilish smirk on her face.

Now the DJ had cut in because apparently even seductive Rachel couldn't pull of rap.

O-okay, guess who got that mhm-mhm nani-nani
In the Mondrian, mhm-mhm, in Miami
Whiz Galliano, whip-whip the Armani
In the drip-drip, lick-lick like a lolly
Or, left from Jamaica, go a foreign pan tour
Jimmy Iovine, Tom Wali and Dior
Keep me and Rachie in Christian Dior
But that was before, or, for you
My name Dakota, little mommy, and you?
You can do anything you put your mind to
Way you French kiss it, "français parlez vous"
Way you work your tongue can I hire you?

Throughout Dakota's part, the little brunette had unpinned the bun in the back of her head and shaken out her hair by whipping her neck around before further aiding herself by using her hands to really let it down. Quinn almost laughed thinking about how Finn used to always complain that Rachel was too intense and needed to let her hair down. Now here she was literally doing just that and him nowhere in sight, yet oddly enough in front of her, even if unknowingly.

You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my (woohoo)
You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are (woohoo) kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo) all the girls think its cake when they taste my (woohoo)
You don't even need a plate, just your face HA ! (woohoo)
Licky licky yum yum what a great gal (woohoo)
Now kiss on my (woohoo) all over my (woohoo)

Now she was being just plain raunchy as she danced with a woman that seemed all too familiar to her; like they knew each other from more than just some groupie in the audience all over an infatuating singer. Was Rachel infatuating? Quinn hated the thought all together.

WOOO!

Wanna taste my (woohoo)
Wanna taste my (woohoo)
Wanna see my (woohoo)
(you ready )
all my ladies say (woohoo)
If you gotta great (woohoo)
Let him get a peak (woohoo)
If you gotta sweet (woohoo)
Let me hear you scream (woohoo)
But bitches keep it clean (laughs) (woohoo)

The music died and all she could do was stare as Rachel pecked the other girl on the lips before grabbing her hand and leading her to the DJ booth. The girl was gorgeous and Quinn already hated her. She was at least five foot seven, in black and white sneakers with a red heart on each side of all things. Her blue jeans were too damn tight and the red top she was wearing was showcasing her breasts on a slutty level. Then there was the hair. Shiny choppy layers light brown hair ending just below the neck. Her skin tone was almost as light as Quinn's, though not quite.

The music had yet to start playing again but the room was abuzz making it almost just as hard to hear. Though it wasn't so loud that she couldn't hear Santana voice the very thing she was thinking. "What the fuck was that?"

"Rachel being really hot," said Brittany in a factual tone.

"The question is when the hell did that happen and why haven't we been privy to it?" Santana answered.

"But you said liking sweet lady kisses didn't make us pervy," Brittany asked confused.

"It doesn't, B. I just meant how come we didn't know about Berry's Friday nights as a cabaret dancer for the lesbian kind. And as much as I'm morally against saying it, if I didn't have Britts, I'd totes eat Berry's taco."

"Really?" Brittany said excitedly, "You should ask her on Sunday if she wants to have sexy times with us."

"No," Quinn finally spoke. Santana looked at her with a smirk like she knew something but Quinn readily ignored it. "I mean she's still the same annoying Rachel she's always been. Come Monday at school she'll be her usual self and you'll continue to tell her to shut up every five minutes between insults."

"Of course I'll insult her, it's my thing. I'll just be imaging some of the naughty things B and I can do with her at the same time."

"We can totally do the thing wi…."

"Over share, Britt," Quinn said as nicely as she could muster. She didn't want to think about Brittana sex, much less adding Rachel into the mix.

"Oh look, she's leaving. Can we go tell her how good she was?" Quinn looked over to the entrance and sure enough she and the same slutty girl from before were heading outside, both busily putting on coats.

"Let's not let her know we saw her yet, B," said Quinn. "Let's just go and, I don't know, see her out." Quinn was curious but she wasn't ready to let the diva know she'd watched her little performance. Why, she had no idea but that was just how she felt.

"Okay," Brittany said with no real disappointment. Santana didn't question because she was curious as well. She was back to being HBIC and it was her business to know these thing and she was a little pissed that this was new to her.

As the music began to pick up again, the girls attempted to stealthily get out of the building quickly in order to see Rachel off but not to be seen by her. When they got out side they heard the familiar laugh along with the sound of a motor cycle. The trio tried to hide behind a black Kia Sportage.

"I can't believe you're ready to go already," an unfamiliar voice spoke.

"I wanna get ready for the girls, we have a lot going on this weekend," said Rachel.

"Ever the planner," the other girl mocked.

"Well yeah. And I plan on taking a nice bubble bath. Play your cards just right, and I may let you join me," the smaller girl said seductively. "Provided we have enough time before the others make it home."

"Get on sweet Berry," giggled the taller girl. "You're riding bitch."

"I always ride bitch."

"If you refuse to learn how to drive it, then you're stuck being my bitch"

"I wonder what Dakota would have to say about that," Rachel said cheekily.

"She'd agree, but she's gonna be pissy she missed out on bath time," she chuckled.

"Meanwhile, we're getting less and less time to defile my bathtub before the others interrupted with all this bantering we're doing. Step on it already, Farah," she said impatiently as she thrust her helmet on her head.

"Alright, alright, I'm going you nympho. Hold on tight." she laughed, putting her own helmet on, just before they drove off.

As the three girls relinquished their hiding spot Quinn looked at her two friends and said slowly "Who the hell was that?"

"I guess our little Berry gots game," Santana smirked at the former blonde.

Rachel is going to slip in and out of character in this story, for reasons that will become known as it continues.

Faberry is endgame, though they won't be jumping right into each other's arms.

This is mostly from Quinn's point of view because I want you to find out about Rachel as she does.

I do have OCs and four of them are fairly major players in this story. One is based off of a good friend of mine, DylanDahl, who has also helped me a great deal with this story. She's just as invested in this as me. One other is based on myself because I'm a narcissist and Dylan and I have a friendship that is just really fun to write. The OC's are important in the grand scheme of things so be patient. I hope you like them either way.

Thanks to SuperZeroxx because she inspired me to feel comfortable about using my friend and I in a fic.

I have a good five chapters already written but look out for this about once a week.

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