A/N ~ Do not own Glee or its characters, anyone not on the show I invented.
Rated M: will have everything: sex, drugs, and rock & roll, violence, spanking, love, romance, drama! I hope you like it!
*Starts out for a while as Unholy Trinity but will eventually be Faberrittana
Chapter 1 Cracks in the Armor
Rehearsal was not going well at all today. Brittany was just playing around on the drums to kill time. But she was bored, and more than a little anxious. She looked over at Santana and could see fury written all over her face, and in all her erratic movements. The blonde hated it when her two best friends, and sometime lovers, fought.
Brittany Pierce was usually the peacemaker of the group of three long-time friends from high school. She was gentle, caring, and loved everyone. The blonde was naïve and innocent and found childlike wonder in every aspect of life. She was adored, cherished, and protected by both Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray.
Santana Lopez was the serious one; the real musician and singer. She was self-proclaimed protector and guardian of the girls. She was also the business manager of the group. A disciplinarian by nature, she was usually pretty laid back in the role. She had only followed through when it was something very serious.
Quinn Fabray was the lead singer, the charismatic, wild child. She was sex, and danger, and mystery and the audience loved everything about her. She was a local legend in Akron, Ohio. She was followed everywhere by a passel of devoted groupies; both men and women. Most of them were enamored of her beauty, and her recklessness, and lack of fear. They followed her around just to see what she would do next. She had a self-destructive streak, and that always attracted a certain type of follower.
They amused and disgusted the blonde, these unoriginal hangers-on, nothing more, they bought her drinks and made her laugh and were a ready and easy source of autonomous sex. They were an easy source of pleasure and pain and nothing more. None of them ever touched her heart or her mind or saw the real Quinn Fabray; only Britt and San were allowed there and even then only rarely.
The three friends had become casual lovers their senior year of high school and started a garage band together because of a mutual love of music. They called themselves The Unholy Trinity after their high school nickname, they hated it but were too lazy to change it.
After high school, they each did a year in Lima's local community college before realizing it was an immense waste of their time and decided to move to Akron with its burgeoning music scene and really give this group a chance at success. Santana knew they were talented but girl bands weren't so rare anymore and she refused to rely on gimmicks, although Q very nearly qualified as a gimmick with her crazy stunts. They needed something different, a style, something. Santana figured she would know it when they hit it!
At first people came to see them because of Q's antics both onstage and off but they stayed for the music and the rock and roll. Anyone could see they were talented.
They had been in Akron and the Cleveland music scene for the last seven years and had a large local following, they sold out whatever bar or small venue they played but they longed for more. They wanted New York City and a recording contract and just a little financial security and considering Q's recklessness, health insurance wouldn't hurt either.
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The Latina was pacing the floor like a caged tiger. They really needed this gig and the money and Quinn was really pissing her off lately. She acted like the band was her own little pussy factory. Do a half-ass job onstage, get drunk, pick up a hot chick who was into women rockers and take her home and fuck her senseless.
Her busy personal life clearly didn't lend itself to rehearsing. Santana was the real thing, she was a musician and singer, and she loved the art, the creativity, the freedom that came with expressing herself musically and lyrically. They had the potential and the talent to really make it if Quinn would get her head out of her ass and focus. Furious dark almost black eyes looked at the tall blonde tapping a short rhythm on the drums. Crystal blue eyes looked at black eyes and she smiled her angelic smile and the Latina softened immediately. Brittany was here for her and always would be.
"Britt, are you sure you told Q the right day and time?" She questioned softly. The brunette loved her blonde girlfriend to death but she was never 100% sure what was going on in her pretty head.
Brittany screwed her face up in concentration and thought for a minute, "Well Sanny, I wrote it on my hand just like you told me to and I read it off to Q when she dropped me off the other night. You checked my hand right?"
The brunette nodded in affirmation and smiled widely when the blonde sat up straighter clearly proud of herself for having done her task correctly, "Then yes, I did give her the right day and time."
"Thanks baby, I knew I could count on you!" Santana turned around and grimaced and texted Q for the fourth time already.
"Why don't we work on the lyrics some Sanny? That way we're not wasting time, I know you hate to waste time!" Santana smiled at her girl again and went over to join her in working on some lyrics.
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Quinn rolled into rehearsals an hour later looking like she had just crawled out of bed. Her messy short pink hair was even more disheveled and chaotic than normal. Her clothes were rumpled and slipshod and she reeked of booze and cigarettes and sex.
"You're fucking late again Fabray! Jesus Christ, you stink, do you ever shower?"
"Of course I shower; the two of you have seen me!" She raised an eyebrow and gave both the girls a leer, "Anyone want to shower with me now, Britts you up for it?" Brittany giggled; Q was always cute, flirty and funny and she loved her dearly.
Santana was less than amused, "Maybe once upon a time Fabray but God only knows what skank you've been with and which diseases you've brought home with you."
The brunette looked deeply into red-rimmed hazel eyes, "Fuck you're drunk!" She yelled accusatorily pointing a finger at her eyes.
Quinn rolled her eyes and whipped out her black aviators, "Hung-over S, not drunk, just hung-over and ready to rock!" She struck a rock pose and did some Elvis hip slips and played her air guitar causing Brittany to crack up laughing and even the crabby Latina to crack a smile.
She loved Quinn Fabray but she was a huge pain in the ass ever since her breakdown over giving her baby daughter up for adoption when she was 15 years old. She changed from a proper Catholic school to a skanky riot grrrl and never looked back.
The natural blonde kept her once long hair chopped short and shaggy and it changed color like she changed clothes. She came out as a bisexual and started getting piercings and tattoos and took up drinking and smoking.
Her motto became live fast, die young and leave a beautiful corpse. She was determined to live life in the fast lane and didn't care what anyone thought about her. Never again, not after her parent's abandoned and devastated her. The hazel eyed blonde took nothing serious, at least if she did; she never let on about it, not even when drunk and not ever to her two closest friends and sometimes girlfriends. Everything became a twisted joke to Quinn Fabray.
Santana was afraid she wasn't joking about the motto part and it scared her so she kept one eye on her wounded friend and the other on her ditzy girlfriend, "These two blondes are going to kill me one day." She thought irritably.
"I am so glad you are ready to rock, so can we quit fucking around and actually do something about it. We need this gig Q and we need to do well. Could you just attempt to take this as seriously as you take pussy? Personally I like eating once in a while." Santana quickly put her hand in Q's face, "Don't start, I don't care what or should I say who you ate last night!" Brittany put her head down and chuckled as Q put her hand on her heart and feigned innocence.
The punk blonde walked over to grab a water bottle when Santana yelled, "Grab a shower first Q, Britt and I are gonna put some lunch together for all of us. Be ready to really rehearse in a half an hour, got it!"
"Ja wohl, mein Führer!" Quinn smartly saluted the Latina who gave her a scary glare so she hastily and smartly retreated to the shower while Brittany bit her lip trying not to laugh and piss Santana off more.
The brunette watched Quinn leave the room, "She looks like shit, why do you encourage her Britt, can't you see she's about this close from falling apart." She put her two fingers about an inch apart.
"It's May honey, she always gets like this around Beth's birthday, she'll do better when May goes away." Brittany said sadly.
The Latina slapped herself on her forehead, "Christ, how did I not remember Beth's birthday, we've been doing this dance for the last 11 years?" Santana replied fiercely hating that she forgot something so important.
"Probably because you've been as busy and stressed out as much as Q. You've been trying to make us rich and famous though and Q is just trying to forget how much she hurts inside. It seems both my girls need a little extra TLC right now." The tall blonde leaned over and placed a gentle loving kiss on her girlfriend's lips that Santana smiled into.
Both girls laughing out loud when Santana's stomach let out a loud rumble.
"God, food, NOW, I'm starving to death! We'll figure out Q's annual nervous breakdown later." The Latina growled.
Brittany turned around to head out to the car to grab some takeout and giggled as she said, "Ja wohl, mein Führer!" She squealed loudly when the brunette laid a sharp slap to her perfect ass as she was herded out the door.
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Despite the rehearsal's inauspicious beginnings, it turned out to be very productive. Quinn had some fantastic lyrics she had written last night on a bar napkin and wanted Santana to see if she could arrange some music for it.
It amazed Santana how she would suffer for hours trying to put together some decent lyrics and Q could toss them off like it was nothing. She really was a talented songwriter and musician if she could get her personal life sorted.
They worked hard late into the night and all felt pretty excited about the upcoming gig planned for the weekend.
Brittany stopped Quinn as she was packing up her backpack, "Please come home with us tonight Q, I miss you so much and you look so tired sweetie. Please? I'll draw you a really nice bubble bath and make your favorite chicken and dumplings? We can all snuggle and watch movies?"
Quinn was looking down at the bag she was packing, she knew once she looked into Brittany's blue eyes there was no way she was saying no. She also knew both girls knew what time of year it was and she wasn't in the mood for pity, "Afraid not Britt, I got big plans with a certain redhead and her magical tongue."
Santana stood leaning on the speakers watching both girls in amusement knowing Brittany always got her way.
"What about my magic tongue, you used to say it was way better than anyone else's" Brittany said leaning down and speaking directly into Quinn's ear causing shivers to run up and down Quinn's spine.
Quinn jerked up and wide hazel eyes met dancing blue eyes and she knew she had been tricked again by the devious blonde drummer, "That was so not fair Britt!" She grumbled.
Brittany linked arms with her friend and started to drag her to the car, "C'mon Sanny, its ladies night tonight!"
Santana smirked as she pushed herself off the speakers and followed her best friends out of the building locking up as they all left.
"That was quick, Q usually puts up more of a fight than that, she must need some familiarity and comfort tonight, not that the stubborn bitch would ever admit it." The Latina mused darkly.
She loved Quinn with all her heart but she knew the time was coming where she would have to grow up or be replaced. The band would never go anywhere with her at the helm is she kept up all her nonsense and craziness.
It was a thought she had never even dared to linger on it as it made her feel so disloyal and she knew Brittany would fight her on it as well, but anyone with eyes could see Quinn Fabray was a sinking ship and she was only going to take them all down with her.