Author's Note: Hey everyone, I just wanted to say I apologise for all the mistakes that you may find in this story. My relationship with grammar is not so good, and I don't have a beta so unfortunately there may be a few misplaced commas and apostrophes here and there. I hope you enjoy this anyway! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: Quinn has a girl!peen in this story and there will most definitely be smut involved with said appendage. If you're not into that sort of thing, I'd advise you turn back now. If you are, then you're in the right place!
Glancing around the cafeteria, Rachel let out a large sigh that heaved her small frame. She was bored, plain and simple. Not because she had nothing to this lunch hour but sit idly by and watch the rowdy zoo animals that attended McKinley high, but because her life lately had become so repetitive.
In effect, she doesn't want to feel unhappy or ungrateful with her life at present because of her boredom, her life is currently pretty swell and she's thankful for the life she leads. She's the captain of the Cheerio's and is on her way to leading them to a fourth consecutive National title, she's captain of the ever thriving Glee club, she'll hopefully be attending the college of her choice this time next year and she's the most sought after girl to walk the halls of McKinley High. But her day-to-day life has just become so predictable.
It hasn't always been this way for the brunette, far from it. Putting her elbow on the table, she rests her head on her hand and thinks back to freshman year.
The first day Rachel walked in the door of McKinley High, with her childhood best friends and partners in crime, Brittany and Santana, she was ready to conquer the world. After ruling their middle school with Santana's fierceness, Rachel's determination and Brittany's kind heart, they planned to do just the same with high school, starting with cheerleading. Ever since watching Bring It On many summers ago, the three girls had aspired to be cheerleaders. And seeing as each girl had years training in dance and were extremely agile, they were more than capable.
As soon as they'd sussed out the dynamics of McKinley High, Rachel, Brittany and Santana had marched into the Cheerios auditions, gave everything they had and caught the eye of one Sue Sylvester. They were each given the nod of approval and with grin's upon their faces they skipped out of the gym with Sue yelling "You pathetic excuses for well adjusted teens better not let me down!" at their backs.
The next day, they were donned in the red and white of the Cheerios and Rachel had never felt more excited. The automatic popularity that came her way was empowering, and being apart of something so special made her feel special.
To Rachel's surprise, Sue seemed to take Rachel under her wing. The insane woman claimed that Rachel reminded her of her younger self, and she approved of Rachel's determination and hunger for success. Needless to say, after an a unfortunate situation in which the head Cheerio at the time found herself knocked up from the school's bad boy, she was immediately sacked from her position and the team and Rachel found herself the youngest person to become the captain of the Cheerios. Sue claimed that if she weren't legally able to captain the team herself, she'd have to have her clone do it. But before appointing Rachel captain though, she warned that if the brunette ever found herself pregnant, Sue would hunt her down and perform a hysterectomy on her herself.
Prior to becoming head Cheerio, Rachel had always been quite controlling. After she became head Cheerio, her controlling nature doubled and she ruled the school with a firm hand. She expected order, and with Santana as her intimidation factor and the introduction of slushies', order is what she got. She felt like the Queen of her castle.
After a successful year, Rachel entered her sophomore year the same as the year before, with her two best friends at her side once again. It was a new year, they were on top, everything was going great, and with the introduction of Glee club, things became even better. Rachel had been singing since before she could walk, possibly even before that considering her father's would always say she can out of the womb singing. She'd been taking vocal lessons every week since she was 6 and by golly if there was one thing Rachel Barbra Berry wanted to do with her life, it was be on Broadway.
So when Mr. Shuester decided to start up 'New Directions', there was no stopping her from being there, much to Sue Sylvester's dismay. She was aware that the kids that participated in the last glee club weren't exactly popular; in fact, they were the epitome of losers. Even the chess club kids picked on them. Santana had warned her that by joining up for a club notorious for it's bad popularity, she was just going to drag herself down to loserdom. But Rachel Berry wouldn't stand for it, she was not going to let the reputation of some club depict whether or not she would be a loser or not. So she took that club, with a reluctant Santana and excited Brittany and made it something more. She erased the stereotypical musical theatre and Christian folk myth that people thought of when hearing the word 'glee club' and made it relatable to everyone by showcasing music that was accessible to all caliber of people.
Her hard work with the glee club paid off, with all type of kids wanting to join, even Cheerio's and football players. She worked with Mr. Shuester and they found the best group of 20+ singers and dancers and they worked hard to qualify for Sectionals, then Regionals and finally, Nationals. Where they placed 7th, which was an outstanding effort for their first year.
Her junior went much the same, with her leading the Cheerios and the glee club to first place at Nationals. By this point in time she was practically the ruler of the school. Not a single soul dared to cross Rachel or her orders in fear of extra bullying or a slushy to the face.
Rachel wasn't a bully exactly, she wasn't mean cold-hearted bitch that went out of her way to tear people down, but she did what she needed to do in order to maintain social hierarchy. She had never slushied someone nor had she insistently bullied another but if someone stepped out of line, she dealt with it and that's why others were scared of her. And it wasn't just the unpopular that feared her; it was the football players, the hockey players and even some Cheerios as well. Solely because she had undermined expectations of popularity with the glee club once before, and if she could do that, she could turn the jocks popularity on their head as well.
Not everyone primarily feared her, however. Or at least many did, but they lusted after her equally. Girls and boys alike would stare after with want filled eyes as she strutted down the hallways. She has never been ignorant of others affections either, she's had her fair share of boyfriends, dates and flings. Ever since freshman year she's been on and off again with the likes off Finn Hudson: Quarterback of the football team and her leading man, Noah Puckerman: the resident bad boy and member of the football team, Sam Evans: member of the football team and glee club member and more. She ended her junior year single though, deciding she'd had enough of the drama that came with said boys.
Now, it was her senior year and she's found herself in a slump. She feels like she's achieved as much as one possibly can in high school. She holds a grade A academic standard, she's participated in enough extra curricular activities to last her a life time and she's tired of boys and their immaturity.
Heaving another sigh, Rachel looks around the cafeteria again and pondered whether or not she should get up and buy a garden salad or just eat the carrot sticks in her bag. That's if Brittany hadn't already snuck them out of her lunchbox, she swears that girl has ninja like skills. One time when they we-
"What's got your granny panties in a twist, midget?" Santana barked as she slammed her lunch tray on the table and sat down next to her, breaking her from her musings and making her jump.
Swallowing her squeak of surprise, Rachel leveled Santana with her best HBIC glare and responded, "Need I constantly remind you Satan, you're not that much taller than me. So quit it with the dwarfism jokes."
Santana smirked and held her hands up in defense, "Whoa, settle down there Frodo. Just because you're vertically challenged doesn't give you a free pass to act out about that major stick up your ass. Besides, it's called 'little people' jokes. Don't be so insensitive."
A small smile crept onto her face as she scoffed and lifted her arm to flick the Latina in the ear. Her and Santana's relationship was extremely odd and even to her, quite baffling. They'd met in first grade and somehow they've stayed friends ever since. Their friendship mostly consists of fling insults each other's way but Rachel knows that if she ever needed it, Santana would have her back, as she has had many times before. Santana really gets on Rachel's nerves sometimes, okay maybe a lot, but Rachel loves the girl to death.
"But seriously, what's bothering you Rach?" Santana questions as she picks up the large hamburger on her tray and takes a huge bite. "Ugh, this burger tastes like shit." She adds with a grimace, her mouth full making Rachel cringe.
"Yeah well, you best eat it all anyway. After all, a whole cow would of died for that mammoth of a sandwich. Poor thing." Rachel sniffed and stared wistfully at the burger on the tray. "But nothing is bothering me San, it's just- I'm feeling quite uninterested with my life lately."
"Yeah, it shows." Santana says with a snort, "You've been a total Debbie Downer these past few weeks. Major buzz kill."
"Gee, thanks for noticing." Rachel replied with a snarky tone.
"Oh come on, lighten up. You're hot, you're head Cheerio and it's our senior year. You should be on top of the world." The Latina said through another mouthful of hamburger.
"I know San, it's just nothing changes here, you know?" Rachel questioned, turning her head in the direction of her best friend.
After swallowing the food in her mouth, Santana turned to Rachel with a smirk on her lips and a glint in her eye. "Why don't we shake things up a bit then? You know, up the stakes. Even though you'll lose, I'm sure a little bet will liven things up."
Bets. That's something Rachel was extremely familiar with. Another thing that Rachel and Santana's relationship shared is a mean competitive streak. Anything that has the slightest hint of competition in it, they'll go to head to head, waging to see who will come out on top. Ever since freshman year, Santana and Rachel have proposed outrageous bets against each other, with the winner gaining anything from bragging rights, to material possessions and even money. Rachel loathed losing, as did Santana, so both girls treated their contests seriously. Especially Rachel, the only thing she disliked more than losing, was losing to Santana.
"Good attempt San, but we both know that we've placed a bet on just about every aspect of our lives to date. Besides, didn't we come to a mutual agreement of ceasing all bets because you stated 'they were no fun anymore'? Which is ridiculous by the way, we all know it's because when I win, which is more often than not, you start sulking and don't talk to anyone with the exclusion of Brittany for at least a week." Rachel said, a small giggle escaping her mouth. It always amused her how childish the Latina became when she lost something, her antics made Rachel laugh.
"That was one time!" Santana exclaimed, glaring at Rachel with slightly pink tinged cheeks.
"Once?" Rachel looked at Santana skeptically. "More like every time." The brunette sputtered out with a fake cough, earning a hard look in response.
"Yeah very funny, Toucan Sam. I'll find something new to bet on and then we'll see who sulks." Santana retorted, a determined look settling on her face.
Deciding to humor her friend, Rachel just nods in response. Santana can find whatever bet she wants, Rachel's certain it won't be anything exciting. And there is no way she'll be the one sulking.
"Hey guys!" Brittany chirps as she sits down next to Santana.
"Hey baby." Santana mumbles whilst leaning over and pressing her lips against the blonds.
To Rachel, witnessing the two girls kiss was like second nature. The brunette had slept over each girl's houses enough to know what they get up too. In actuality, Rachel knew entirely more than enough, the two never kept their hands off of each other whether she was in the same room as them or not. But the rest of McKinley was still adjusting, thus evident by the several heads around the cafeteria that had turned to stare at the couple as they continued to kiss. After coming out after years of their relationship being in the closet, Santana felt the need to kiss Brittany wherever and whenever she pleased and it sure grabbed people's attention.
Finally breaking the kiss, Santana smiled lazily. "Where've you been Britt?"
"Oh, with Mr Shue. After Sombrero class he asked me if I could take some work to the office to be put in his pigeonhole. Which I think was really nice of him to do because all pigeons need bedding even if it was stupid Spanish tests that he gave me. Maybe the little pigeons can learn Spanish." Rachel let out a small giggle at Brittany's tale, but was silence by a sharp kick in the shin by the Latina next to her. "Anyway, I ran into the new English teacher on my way. Have you seen her yet?"
What happened to their old English teacher? Rachel wondered. Mr Gravett was a middle aged, overweight man with a bad temper. He was also a major pervert Rachel suspected as well as she had caught him staring at her chest numerous times. Maybe he got fired? Oh well, good riddance.
"Not yet." Santana responded with a shake of her head. "We've got English next period, though. What's she like?"
"She's super hot Sanny. I accidently ran into her when I was walking to the office, she was really nice too. I asked her what she was doing out of my Vogue magazine and she just laughed." Brittany babbled excitedly.
Santana chuckled and put her arm around the blond girl's waist. "That's good Britt, at least she sounds better than that creeper Gravett. I swear if he leered at my ass one more time I was going to go all Lima Heights on him."
"I don't blame him though San, your ass makes people want to stare at it." Brittany commented, making Santana blush. "Isn't that right Rach?"
"Yeah, sure thing." Rachel mumbled distractedly. "The bells going to ring soon, do you want to head to class?" As soon as Rachel finished speaking, the warning bell rang signaling the end of lunch.
"How do you do that, Rach? Are you psychic?" Brittany asked in awe, earning a scoff from Santana.
"Yes, in fact, it was my sixth sense working." Rachel said, gathering her belongings and standing up. "That, or my watch told me."
"Whoa, you can talk to your watch? That's so cool!" Exclaimed Brittany, her eyes wide with wonder.
Rachel couldn't stop herself this time as a laugh erupted from her throat. Fortunately, Santana didn't kick this time but laughed along with her as they exited the cafeteria.
"I'm deadly serious. Daddy found the possum up in the attic, he said it was bigger than his forearm." Rachel told Brittany and Santana as they strode into the teacher less classroom.
The last week the Berry family had been experiencing nights filled with odd sounds coming from the attic. It gave Rachel the creeps and she was adamant that ghosts were currently residing in their house. She'd demanded her Dad's to go up there and look, thrusting a baseball bat in their hands and hiding behind the couch. In the end, Leroy braved the trek up to the attic only to find a large possum living it up amongst old furniture and knick-knacks. If anyone asked though, Rachel would claim she suspected a possum all along.
"Tell you what else is as big as my forearm, babe." Noah Puckerman leered as the trio sat down at their desks.
"Not another word Noah. Just for the record though, I've seen whatever you're referring to, and it is extremely overrated in size." Rachel said, twisting her head to look at the mohawked boy. Students that were paying attention the conversation laughed while Noah just smirked and threw a wink in her direction.
As she was turning back to face the front, Finn Hudson who was in the seat next to Noah, caught her and gave her a shy smile. "Hi Rach."
Trying her best not to grimace, Rachel responded with a strained smile and turned around to face the front.
"Hi Rach." Mocked Santana, imitating Finn's voice and forcing a constipated look on her face.
Swatting the girl at her side, Rachel frowned "Leave him alone San." The brunette scolded.
"Oh come on, we both know that Sasquatches pining makes you ill. Or don't tell me you're in one of your 'on' phases?"
God, where the hell is the teacher? I don't want to have this conversation. Rachel and Finn have a long and extremely patchy relationship history. They'd been on and off more times than Rachel could count and by the fourteenth off period, Rachel had had enough. Being in a relationship with Finn, she found that he was extremely insecure and hypocritical. She also found that while she loved him, she wasn't in love with him. She'd ended it for good half way through junior year and Finn's been acting like a lost puppy around her ever since. It was awkward for Rachel and Santana always seemed to remind of her of how uncomfortable interactions with Finn could be.
"No Santana, you know that I-"
Rachel's response was cut off as one of the most beautiful women the brunette had ever seen hurriedly entered the room.
"Sorry I'm late everyone, I got held up with the principle." The nameless angel spoke as she placed her belongings on her desk and faced the class. Just as Rachel took in her appearance, no sooner did her jaw unhinge and practically hit the floor. The woman had chin length, perfectly mussed blond hair; the most striking hazel eyes Rachel had come across and deliciously full pouty lips. She was wearing a silk white blouse that was tucked into a pair of grey slacks that showed off her legs impeccably and a pair of cream-colored pumps. She was breathtaking. Rachel felt her stomach surge with range of emotions at the sight of the model like woman in front of her. She'd never laid eyes upon another person that could elicit such feelings inside of her, let alone another woman. Rachel's past relationship's consisted primarily of males, but that's not to say she was unable to admire the beauty of both sexes. But this was a whole different ball game, Miss Fabray was hot and judging from the mini explosion inside of her, her body definitely agreed.
"My name is Quinn Fabray, but to you guys it's Miss Fabray. I'll be replacing Mr Gravett as your English teacher due to a termination of his contract with the school." Miss Fabray continued.
As Miss Fabray spoke Rachel let her eyes roam of the woman's body. She was in incredible shape, her lithe form showcased by the form fitting clothes she wore. She was quite slender, but her body had an underlying strength to it. Moving down from her torso, Rachel's eyes landed on her strong legs. They looked absolutely delicious in the pair of pants that she donned, her thighs were muscled and her- Wait, is that- is that a bulge?As her eyes were roaming the blond's legs they fell on her crotch, she could swear she could see a slight bulge. But why would there b-
Someone clearing their throat interrupted Rachel's train of thought, and her eye's flittered upwards only to lock onto the woman's in question. Her cheeks blossomed with red as she realized she'd been caught practically eye-fucking the teacher. Miss Fabray held her gaze with an intense stare making her breath lodge in her throat and leaving Rachel incapable of looking away. The blond was staring at her whilst addressing the class, her hazel eyes searching Rachel's face intently. Rachel's insides felt like they were going to burst at the intensity of it.
The, just like that, Miss Fabray tore her gaze from Rachel's continued on. "And anyway, as I was saying…" Whatever the teacher was saying was on Rachel as she pondered over the arrival of this goddess and the unexpected consequences it's currently having on her mental state.
In the midst of her trance, she spotted a note being slipped onto her table. Snatching it up, she opened it in her lap away from prying eyes.
So you remember how you said I couldn't find an interesting enough bet worth participating in?
Rolling her eyes, Rachel scribbled a reply.
Of course I do, I said that like fifteen minutes ago.
She shoved the note back in Santana's direction and faced the front. She could hardly think right now, let alone humor whatever childish bet Santana was going to propose.
Much to her annoyance however, the note fluttered down in her lap this time winning her attention as she read it once more.
Yeah, well I've found a bet that will make you eat your pretty little words. You wanted some excitement in your life, you got it.
Internally groaning, Rachel turned to Santana with a raised eyebrow. The Latina was facing the front, feigning that she was paying attention to the class. The shit eating gin on her lips and the glint in her eye gave her away.
Scribbling a quick 'What is it?' on the note she quickly handed Santana the note, being careful not to get caught. She was slightly interested in what Santana had come up with; after all, anything was better than nothing she guesses.
Turning back to the front, she let her gaze fall back on the teacher. The blond haired beauty was going on about introductions and getting to know each other. The brunette wasn't paying attention though, her focus was on the way each word left the teachers lips, the way she practically caressed each word was making Rachel squirm. Man, I'm screwed.
Santana slid the note her way, making Rachel tear her eyes from the teacher as she quickly snatched it up.
I bet that you can't charm your way into Miss Fabray's panties. You lose; you have to surrender as head cheerio.
Rachel read the note three times and then gulped. Nope, I reiterate. Now I'm screwed.