A/N: I know I have other stories still not finished. Life is hectic and I'm trying. No angst in this one. If you haven't guessed, this is a secret Crossover with Buffy. I just didn't want it to go to the Crossover section and die a slow death. So here it is. No angst in this one. Well not like you are used to with me anyway.

I looked everywhere for an adequate (FAITH/BUFFY) AND (RACHEL/QUINN) Pairing, but I couldn't find one. So I decided to just write it.

Pairings from Buffy:

Buffy/Faith

Willow/Kennedy

Willow tried very hard not to roll her eyes at the two… she hesitated to use the word women when they were acting like this.

"I don't understand why we both have to go?" Faith all but whined as she sat up, removing her feet from the new coffee table.

Buffy reached over and dusted the coffee table, even as she nodded her head. "Exactly. You've got two original slayers and you're sending us both." She sat back up, crossed her arms, and stuck out her bottom lip. "That's ridiculous."

"Listen," Willow started for what felt like the fifth time. "I realize you don't understand what…"

"Understand?" Buffy cut in. Again. She jumped up. "What's there to understand? Some girls. So what. There are always some girls. And that's Faith's expertise, anyway." She flippantly raised her hand and waved in Faith's general direction.

"If you would just…" Will tried again.

"Uh wait a minute," Faith butted in this time, standing across from Buffy. "My general expertise? Uh excuse me, blondie. I'm the rouge hunter. You're the reformer and all with your big castle and the 'Oh Miss Summers, you're so wonderful. Can I kiss your ass?' bullshit these girls have going on." She turned to Willow. "Look Red. I 'm all for fighting the good fight," she faltered when Buffy scoffed behind her, but continued. "But from what I can gather these are just some slayer chicks in some high school in…" she looked down at the paper she was holding. "Motherfucking Ohio." She rolled her eyes again. "Great…"

Buffy began shaking her head dramatically at that. "Oh no. Not Ohio. I'm not going to Ohio again. No way."

"Well I'm not going!" Faith shouted at her. "I hated that fucking state the first time."

Buffy scooted closer to her, fist coiled. "Wasn't a walk in the park for me either," she sneered. "Maybe they've got a swimming pool you can drown me in."

Faith was the one rolling her eyes this time. "Oh my god, B. Get the hell over yourself for two freakin seconds. Ain't no one trying to drown you," she said, stepping into Buffy's space. "If I was… you sure the shit wouldn't be here whining, now would you?" She asked, cocking her eyebrow.

Buffy lunged and Faith's smirk quickly turned into frown. When Buffy's hands touched Faith's shoulders, Willow screamed. "Enough!" She threw her arms in the air and both slayers went flying to opposite sides of the library. "Here's the deal. You will not fight. You will go to Ohio. You will find these two slayers who until now have been weirdly, and completely, off our radar for whatever reason. And you will like it!" She all but growled the last part. She picked up two folders and threw them at each slayer. "Here are your cover stories. Learn them. Love them. Whatever. Just stop fighting. I wouldn't be sending you both if this weren't important. But these girls are in trouble. And the coven says that something is going to go down there. So you're both going. And you're not arguing about it. Or I'm sending you so far into the heart of Siberia it'll take you years to get out." Her face flashed with anger and she crossed her arms. "Plane leaves in three hours. Be ready. And not another word," she said, raising her hand.

She walked out of the library. She realized the two slayers were, well… volatile to say the least… but she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. They were going to have to get over their… Her thoughts were interrupted from the loud yell she heard behind her.

"What the fuck Red?!"

"We're supposed to be married?!"

Willow shook her head and made herself scarce. She hadn't wanted to be around when they read that part.

When Buffy boarded the plane, she saw that Faith was already aboard, earbuds in place. She was set to ignore. Buffy shook her head. It was usual behavior.

"Are you going to take those out?" She shouted, knocking Faith's feet off the rear facing seat, and sitting down.

Faith eyed her for a moment, before removing them. "Better?" she smirked, propping her feet in the seat beside Buffy.

Buffy looked down at them before sighing dramatically. "We need to talk about this assignment."

"What's there to talk about?" Faith picked up the folder beside her. "We're supposed to find these girls. Figure out what's going on. Bring them back or whatever." She ignored the captain coming over the intercom, except to buckle her belt. "We're supposed to be undercover."

Buffy huffed. "Mrs. and Mrs. Lehane," she drawled, like the words tasted bad. "I don't see why we have to use your last name," she rolled her eyes.

"Cause Buffy Summers is like a fucking superstar or something. If anyone in that shithole town knows who you are, we've blown our cover. No one knows my fucking last name, princess."

"How did she get us these jobs?" Buffy asked, looking back over her own folder. "I mean I get mine… I was once a guidance counselor. But yours," she waved the folder around. "Principal? You've got to be kidding me."

Faith shrugged. "Beats me. I guess she knows I'm the better disciplinarian." She smirked at the blonde.

Buffy frowned. "I'm pretty sure beating the hell out of someone doesn't qualify you for that title." She watched Faith pick up her earbuds again. "You need to read the folder."

Faith made a big show of picking it up and opening it. "Was gonna…" she muttered, ignoring the blonde in front of her.

Buffy bit back the retort she was forming, as she noticed Faith was once again set to ignore mode. She picked up her own folder and opened it. It was going to be a long flight. She started reading:

Lima, Ohio

What kind of name was Lima? She wondered.

Population: 20,000

Great, so it's a small, backwoods town in Ohio. She wondered how kindly they were going to take to the new lesbian couple moving in.

Subject:

Lucy Quinn Fabray.

Age: 17. Junior. Head Cheerleader for nationally ranked William McKinley High School. Parents: Russell and Judy Fabray. One sibling: Francine "Frannie" Fabray – lives in Chicago. One daughter – Beth Corcoran (adopted at birth)

Quinn is unaware of her calling and has ignored her recent gains of strength and agility. Subject suffered some family troubles last year and was forced out of her home by her father, Russell. Has recently moved back in with her mother. Father's whereabouts are unknown.

Buffy stopped reading and sighed. The girl had not an easy go of it the last year. She figured announcing that "hey you're also a slayer," probably wasn't going to go over very well.

When Willow had cast the spell that called all potential slayers, they had no idea what the consequences of their actions were going to entail. Some girls were 'transformed' immediately and others, like Lucy Quinn Fabray came into their powers. If they weren't pinpointed in time, many fell through the cracks. Some just assimilated and ignored their new powers. Others… well, others turned to different outlets. Hence where Faith and her rogue hunting came into play. She sighed again and read through the rest of the girl's bio. Friends were listed. Grades. Clubs. Everything she needed to know about the girl, right there in black and white. Including the name Rachel Barbra Berry. A long list of grievances against the girl was catalogued. All at the hands of Fabray. Including something called "slushies," which made Buffy lift an eyebrow until she read the description of what that exactly was on the following page. She sighed once more, realizing this girl was at best not a nice person. She was in fact, most likely, a bully.

When she turned the page to see the name of the other girl, she moaned.

Subject: Rachel Barbra Berry

She shook her head and read about the other girl, all the while realizing how hard their job had just gotten.

Two hours into the flight, she closed her folder. She hadn't even noticed Faith since they'd taken off. But she watched her turn the last page, roll her eyes overdramatically, and close hers as well.

"This sounds like a fucking mess," Faith observed. "This Quinn chick, who apparently calls herself," she flipped back through the pages "HBIC," she grimaced, "has done a real number on the other one."

Buffy nodded, finally agreeing with her about something. She opened her own folder and looked at the girls' pictures again. "Did you read the names she called her? 'Man Hands.' 'Treasure Trail.' I don't even know what treasure trail means?" Buffy said, looking at Faith.

Faith shook her head and laughed. "I'll let you Google that one."

Buffy frowned and turned back to the photographs. "They're in this Glee club thing together."

Faith nodded. "Yeah. Looks like they also shared a boyfriend or two," she sighed. "This sounds like a recipe for disaster. What's our strategy? Divide and conquer?"

Buffy shrugged. "Maybe we need to meet them first. I mean I don't know how to relate to either one of these girls."

Faith quirked her eyebrow. "Weren't you like a HBIC at your first school?"

Buffy frowned. "Not on this level. This girl makes Cordy look like an angel."

Faith nodded, absently agreeing with her. "Rachel's got two dads."

"I noticed." Buffy wasn't sure where she was going with that.

"Just saying. A town like Lima…" she twisted her lips. "Am I saying that right?"

Buffy shrugged.

"Anyway, town like that… bet there isn't some big ole' gay scene. I imagine we're going to be one of two same sex couples in this town."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "I doubt that… but you're right. That might be an in." She opened the folder. "Leroy and Hiram Berry." She studied their photograph. "Both doctors. Leroy is a chief resident of emergency at Lima General. The other one's a psychiatrist."

"Maybe we can pretend to be crazy. Or I can break your arm and we can end up in the emergency room?" She looked thoughtful and Buffy cringed.

"Are you serious?"

Faith shook her head. "No, B. Jesus." She turned a few of the other photos over. "You'd break my arm first anyway," she mumbled.

Buffy smiled in spite of herself. "Probably. So I guess our house is set up when we get there?" She asked, reading through the logistics tab Willow had highlighted. "And we just report for work tomorrow?"

Faith nodded. "Looks like. Red kills me with the mojo. She got us both jobs and we didn't even have to interview." She opened her folder to the same tab. "She's even categorized what we need to wear. Our cars are already there." She shook her head. "Or yours is. Mine is at the airport."

Buffy nodded at her. She pulled out a set of keys. "These are your keys." She chucked them at Faith who caught them without looking. She took a deep breath realizing what they were about to do. "We've got to act… married. In love." She watched Faith's face. "How are we going to do that?"

Faith shrugged. "Can't be much different than acting like we hate each other," she mumbled.

Buffy nodded. She went to speak and then decided to let it go. She figured Faith was right. And that's what scared her.

Rachel Berry's weekend had been uneventful for the most part. She'd spent Saturday night with her boyfriend and Sunday with her fathers. Both days she went through her rigorous routines of vocal warm-ups, training, and dance conditioning. She'd watched a movie with Finn. Gone to the park with her fathers. All in all, uneventful.

Unless you counted that triple backflip she'd done in the backyard while attempting a new yoga position. Or the ten miles she'd ran both mornings without breaking a sweat. Or the small fact that when a yapping dog ran in front of her while she was jogging, she jumped ten feet in the air, did a somersault, and landed on her feet like a gymnast on amphetamines.

Then maybe it was a tiny bit eventful.

She shook her head, even as she was shutting her locker. She'd been having these feelings… she couldn't think of a better word for it, for about two months now. She hadn't really noticed her own strength until the pencil she was holding in Glee one day crumbled like sand in her hand.

Ever since, she'd been testing her strength a little more. More than once she'd crushed Finn's hand when they were kissing. So she'd tried to rein it in, so to speak. She wasn't sure what had caused her newfound prowess in physically acuity but she wasn't about to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth just yet.

Case in point, here came her sometimes so-called (By Santana nonetheless) arch nemesis… one recently reinstated HBIC. Slushie cup in hand. She shut the locker slowly, deciding that today was the day… she was about to take a stand.

She steeled herself for Quinn Fabray. She was always steeling herself for Quinn. She saw Finn out of the corner of her eye. He was backing away when he saw Quinn. Rachel bit back a groan. Useless.

"Quinn," she smiled, as the girl walked closer. "I hope that you've taken into account my previous requests as to my flavor of choice."

Quinn quirked an eyebrow. Rachel quickly looked behind her. It wouldn't be fortuitous to backflip out of the way of the incoming frozen drink if someone was blocking her intended path.

"Don't think so, blondie," she heard a husky voice call out behind Quinn. A woman slid beside the cheerleader and put her hand around the drink. "Water bottles only in the hallway." She took the drink and threw it over her shoulder.

Everyone watched it. Even though there was no lid, it landed effortlessly into the garbage can behind them. Not a drop spilled. What was more amazing – the dark haired woman standing in front of them hadn't even turned her head.

"That was mine!" Quinn screeched, turning to face the woman. She took a quick step back though and Rachel knew why. One, the person standing between them was gorgeous. She was about Quinn's height. Dark hair. Smokey eyes. Two, she was smirking. Rachel thought it was smirking. Maybe it was a grimace? Whatever it was it looked… dangerous.

She stared at Quinn for a few more seconds, her facial expression a cross between boredom and distaste before turning to address the ever growing crowd that had lined up to watch the exchange. "Listen up, kiddos. There's a new sheriff in town." She pointed to herself and though her stance was what Rachel would call aggressive, her face was laced with boredom. "Lehane." She sounded out slowly, making sure they were watching her. "I'm not sure what rules you punks followed before, but if I see one of you with a slushie cup in your hand, it's detention. I don't have to tell you why." She smirked, forcing Quinn to make eye contact with her. "In fact, you might wanna call me HBIC…" she raised her eyebrow at the blond girl, "if you're so inclined." And with that, she turned on her heels and walked off.

No one said anything for what seemed like forever. Puck finally broke the silence. "Holy shit," he whistled. "She was hot," he smiled, poking Rachel in the side. "Think she's a Jewbabe?"

Rachel, for her part, was equal parts awed and angered. She'd had a plan. A plan that was ruined by that woman that looked like a supermodel, but sounded like she was from some shady side of Boston.

Finn sidled up besides them. "I heard some teachers talking this morning," he said to Rachel and Puck. Kurt and Mercedes had gathered around as well. Rachel looked for Quinn but noticed she'd stormed off.

"Talking about what, Finncredible?" Santana asked, pinkies linked with Brittany.

Finn ignored her insult. "Said they hired a new principal. And a new guidance counselor now that Ms. Pillsbury is gone. Apparently they're married."

Finn and everyone else turned to see a slight blonde woman watching them, before turning to go into the guidance office.

Kurt clapped his hand together. "Please tell me this is true!"

Brittany screwed up her face. "Is that scary lady married to Ms. Pillsbury?"

Santana shook her head. "That's not Pillsbury."

Finn shook his head. "That was Mrs. Lehane. They're both Mrs. Lehane."

Rachel thought about what he was saying. An out gay couple? In their school? She fought down the giddy feeling that was rising. Things may possibly be changing around here after all, she mused. She briefly wondered where Quinn had stormed off to. She didn't have time to think about why Quinn was slushying her again. She turned to ask Santana when the bell rang.

"Don't even," Santana said, holding up her hand. "I've got no clue what's crawled up her ass. And I don't have to time to care," she said, grabbing Britt's hand and walking away.

Rachel let Finn take her hand and lead her to her first class. She didn't notice the woman standing outside of the guidance office frowning.

It wasn't fifteen minutes into first period, when Mrs. Blake stopped teaching to answer the phone sitting on her desk. "Of course," she responded.

Quinn was working on the theorem written on the board when Mrs. Blake stepped up to her table. "They need you in the guidance office," she clipped, arms crossed.

Quinn rolled her eyes and gathered her things. She had a feeling she knew what this was about. Word in the hallway was there wasn't just a new sheriff in town. Apparently she'd come with her own little deputy.

She sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the office and crossed her arms. She didn't really want to open up to some new Pillsbury. So what if they thought she was going to slushie Rachel Berry. Someone was always slushying Rachel Berry. And she wasn't even going to anyway. Not that that scary dark-eyed woman had asked. She'd just assumed. And she'd called herself HBIC. So Quinn figured she'd already been outed to the new principal. And apparently according to he hallway gossip said principal was also a lesbian to boot. Probably best friend with Berry's dads or something equally ridiculous.

She decided she'd just sit back and not say anything. Once Coach got wind of her being called out of class, she'd barrel in, let the new one have it, and Quinn would be on her way.

"Ms. Fabray," she heard her name called through the door. She grabbed her stuff and walked inside.

"I'm Buffy," the woman said, standing up and offering her hand.

Quinn eyed her for a moment. She was smiling at her. Quinn noticed her green eyes and faltered for a second. She felt like the woman was staring through her.

"It's actually considered polite to shake someone's hand when they introduce themselves." The blond woman broke through the silence.

Quinn took her hand. She squeezed a little harder than normal and smirked. That was until the other woman squeezed just as hard back.

"Have a seat."

Quinn tried not to shake the tingles back into her hand as she stared at the woman in front of her. She huffed loudly and took a seat. "Why am I here?" She asked, bored tone in place.

The new counselor took a deep breath and pulled out a file. "Just been doing a little bit of reading," she frowned to herself. "Ms. Pillsbury had a file on certain students at the school. Yours was rather… interesting."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Just give me a pamphlet on bullying and teenage postpartum depression. I'm sure there's one lying around somewhere. I'm missing Pre-Cal."

"I'm not really a pamphlet-y type of counselor," Buffy remarked.

Quinn leaned closer to the desk. "More of the hands-on approach?" She asked.

Buffy sat up straighter in her chair. "You intimidate people, huh? Is that your game? Big, bad cheerleader? It's a bit old hat, don't you think?"

Quinn smirked. "If there are complaints, I haven't heard them. What's your last name?"

Buffy quirked her eyebrow. "Lehane," she answered. "Like your new principal's if that's what you're asking."

Quinn nodded, her face betraying nothing. "Seems like McKinley's gone all progressive."

Buffy shrugged. "We're good at what we do. From what I hear, this school needs us."

Quinn was about to issue a retort when the door opened. Sue Sylvester walked in and Quinn was about to smirk, until she noticed who was standing behind her.

"Q," Coach started. "Mrs. Lehane here told me you were armed and dangerous this morning. Is that correct?"

Quinn turned her eyes to the woman standing behind Sylvester. She was perched against the doorframe, arms crossed, smiling. She raised her eyebrow and stared at Quinn.

"I was drinking a slushie, Coach. Just because I was walking towards Berry doesn't mean anything." And it didn't. She wasn't going to throw it at her. She hadn't slushied Berry in months. She'd been on the receiving end of a few herself and she knew what they felt like.

Sylvester eyed her uncertainly. "Well you heard the woman. Nothing in the halls but water bottles from now on. WMHS is turning over a new leaf, Q." She raised her arm and gestured at the two women. "Equal rights for everyone, apparently." She eyed Buffy closely. "Even short people."

Though nothing close to surprise crossed her face, Quinn was floored. Sue Sylvester cowered by two women half her age? She couldn't believe it.

"Is that all?" Q uinn asked the room. "I'm seriously missing math."

Coach nodded to the new principal and walked out. "Practice at six tomorrow, Q," she called over her shoulder. "Optional of course."

Quinn groaned inwardly. Optional, her foot. And six meant five thirty. Or she was running suicides until school started. She stared at the woman behind the desk. She was less scary than the brunette smirking behind her. "Can I go?"

Buffy bit her lip and made eye contact with her wife behind her. Quinn wanted to see what she was doing, but she was too afraid to turn around. Finally, Buffy nodded.

"Get back to class," Mrs. Lehane growled.

Quinn jumped up and ran out.

That woman scared her.

The general consensus in Glee that afternoon was that things were changing at William McKinley.

"Mrs. Lehane was in the cafeteria today," Mercedes started.

Tina nodded beside her. "She just stood with her arms crossed, watching…" She took a small breath. "It was scary."

"She's been in the halls between every class," Artie offered.

"I'm telling you those boots she's wearing are Saint Laurent," Kurt said, as Quinn walked in. "And the new counselor's – Blahnik's. I wanna say the dress she was wearing was Rachel Roy, but I'm certain Mrs. Lehane's pants were Armani."

"Gotta be knockoffs," Mercedes commented. "No way teachers can afford those threads."

"Guess the beamer in the parking lot's a knockoff too then," Santana added. "It's a seven series."

Artie nodded. "She's right. Not even a year old."

"They looked a lot older," Brittany commented. It took them a moment to realize she was talking about the two women.

"The car, Britt." Santana said, off-handedly.

"Hey, Q!" Brittany called, smiling at the blonde.

Quinn waved and sat down closer to the other side of the room. She didn't want to talk about the new principal and her wife. Buffy? What the hell kind of name was that? She looked around the room for Rachel. She was noticeably absent. So was Finn for that matter. She found that irritating. Rachel was never late for Glee.

"And this is the choir room," Rachel gushed, walking in. She was followed by what Quinn was deeming the better half of the Lehane relationship.

Buffy raised her eyebrow at the room. "This is nice, you know, for a high school."

Rachel nodded proudly, as if she'd built the room with her own bare hands. "It has wonderful acoustics. I've found it definitely highlights the nuisances of our varying ranges in a rather pleasing way."

Everyone stopped what they were talking about and watched the small woman follow Rachel into the room. She was smiling as Rachel prattled on about acoustics and vocal registers.

Finn walked in behind them and smiled at the woman. "Hi. I'm Finn Hudson."

Buffy smiled back. "I'm the other Mrs. Lehane. The less scary one, apparently. Might wanna just call me Buffy instead."

"That's my grandmother's cat's name!" Britt squealed from the back riser.

Santana winced. "Madre de Dios…"

Luckily, the woman laughed. "I get that a lot more than you think. I think my mother may have been a little crazy after I was born." She shrugged, good-naturedly.

"I love your Blahniks!" Kurt squealed, unable to contain himself. "Your style is impeccable."

"Thank you," she smiled warmly at him. She turned to Rachel. "Do you guys practice everyday?"

Rachel nodded. "Oh yes. Though we've definitely improved our standing as a ranking show choir this year, we still have far to go if we wish to be up to competition standards next year."

Buffy smiled at her and surveyed the room. "I'd love to watch you perform one day," she smiled brightly at them. "If that's okay?"

Puck spoke first. "We love an audience. Especially one as hot…"

Quinn rolled her eyes and smacked him on the back of his head. She knew what he was about to say.

Luckily, Mr. Shue walked in before Puckerman could get suspended. Again. "Hi," he said too brightly. "You must be the new guidance counselor."

"Save it," Santana smirked. "She's batting for the other team, Mr. Shue."

"You play baseball, too?" Brittany squealed.

"Uh…" Buffy started to answer her.

Santana held up her hand and whispered in Brittany's ear instead.

"Oh!" Brittany giggled. "Your wife is hot."

Quinn watched the new counselor blush. "Okay. Well thank you. I think… I'm sure she'd be pleased to know that you…" she was actually stuttering.

"Wife?" Schuester asked.

"Uh… yeah." Buffy stuttered again. "My wife is the new principal."

Quinn watched her carefully. Her bravado was completely gone. And she looked… well, almost embarrassed. She filed that away. It might be useful later.

"Oh," Shue said, clearly the last one at this school to know anything. "I met her earlier. She's quite…"

"Hot," Puck supplied.

"Fashionable," Kurt said.

"Smokin," Santana added.

"Professional," Mr. Shue said. "There was some football players in the hallway. Apparently there was an altercation of some kind. She was…" he faltered, looking for the right word. "adept at diffusing the situation."

"I saw that," Mike piped up. "She picked Karofsky off the ground like a little kid."

Buffy's face twisted into concern. "You must have been confused."

He shook his head at her. "No. She's strong. He's got to weigh two hundred easy. She just grabbed his collar and sat him down on the other side of the hallway. Like he was a baby. I didn't hear what she said to the others, but… they scattered. I've never seen them run like that."

Quinn's eyebrow shot up at the word strong. What she didn't notice was that Rachel's did as well.

Buffy cleared her throat. "Well, she works out."

Lame, Quinn thought. No one could pick up Karofsky. Except maybe her.

"Who works out?" Mrs. Lehane walked in. All clad in Armani and Saint Laurent, Quinn guessed. No one questioned Kurt's fashion radar. She smiled at Schuester, and turned to her wife. "Ready to go?"

Buffy nodded. To most people it looked like she was smiling, but Quinn recognized a pissed off countenance. She'd perfected a facial features mask long ago. Seems like this Buffy woman was just as skilled.

Rachel smiled at Mrs. Lehane and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry. This is the Glee Club. Mr. Schuester is our sponsor."

"We've met," she said to Shue. She shook Rachel's hand. "Word is that you have a voice that rivals Streisand."

Quinn rolled her eyes. You've got to be kidding me, she thought.

"Are you a fan?" Rachel beamed.

"I appreciate a good voice. My Ma used to sing "The Way We Were" to me when I was a girl. She was from the Bronx. Babs is from the Bronx. You know how it is." She smiled at Rachel. "Can you sing "The Way We Were"?

Rachel was nodding enthusiastically. "You'll have to come back and listen to us practice. We're actually really good."

Mrs. Lehane smirked, making eye contact with Quinn, before turning back to Rachel. "Sounds awesome."

And now Rachel was nodding her head right off her body. The rest of the club groaned.

Mrs. Lehane noticed. "Not a fan of Barbra?" She asked the room.

Quinn grimaced. Even her inquisitive face was scary.

"We sing all sorts of music here," Brittany offered. "Show tunes. Pop hits…"

"A LOT of Journey," Finn added.

The corner of her lips turned up before she turned to Schuester for a second, taking him in. She turned back to the group. "Not surprising."

Schuester had the decency to look taken aback, but then he caught a glimpse of her smile and kept his mouth shut.

Everyone laughed. Everyone but Quinn. It was funny, but Quinn couldn't help by be a little freaked out by the woman standing in front of the room. Both of them really. She watched how they were almost flanking Rachel… even if Rachel didn't notice it. Quinn definitely did.

Mrs. Lehane turned to Quinn. "Hope practice is fun tomorrow," she smirked, grabbing Buffy's hand. "Ready, babe?"

Buffy shivered. It was quick. And no one noticed it but Quinn, but she'd shivered and almost pulled away before she let her wife take her by the hand. She waved to everyone before, patting Rachel on the shoulder. "Have a good afternoon, Rachel," Buffy said, following her wife out.

It was then that Quinn felt it. A feeling she'd been getting all day. She jumped up. "I forgot I have a doctor's appointment today," she announced to the room before running and following them out.

"Look I know we're supposed to be married, but I'm not the wife." Buffy growled, pulling away from Faith.

"I don't even know what that means, B," Faith answered, turning to her office.

Buffy stomped her feet and followed her into the room. "It means I'm not 'babe.' It means you don't get to tell me what to do. We both know who's in charge here."

Faith grabbed her stuff. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yes. You're acting all… you know butchy lesbian and stuff. And I'm like supposed to be the… the other one. Like you're the one in charge and I'm just you're…" She scrunched up her face. "There's a word for this, isn't there? What is it? I know you know, since you're all… well… you know…"

Faith studied her face. "I'm all what?" She asked.

"You know… like… well, I mean… like gay and stuff." Buffy stuttered out.

Faith laughed. "I need a fucking drink," she finally said. "This school is ridiculous."

Buffy eyed her. "Did you pick up a football player today? You can't go around manhandling teenagers. You'll blow our cover."

Faith was about to answer her when they were interrupted by a knock on her door. Her eyebrow shot up at Buffy as she moved to open it. Her favorite blonde cheerleader was standing on the other side. "Miss Fabray," she spoke neutrally.

The bravado Quinn had mustered up in the hallway quickly melted away as she stared at the woman in front of her.

Buffy walked around Faith. "Do you need something, Quinn?"

Quinn shook her head. "No… I just… I wanted to…" She backed away from the door.

"Wanted to what?" Faith asked.

"I uh… I wasn't going to hurt Rachel. This morning… I…" She was looking at the ground.

Buffy put her hand on Quinn's shoulder. "You what?"

"I'm not like that anymore," she whispered, finding the woman's face. "I wouldn't hurt her. I mean I know why people would think that. I shouldn't have brought a drink to school. That was stupid." She looked back down at the ground.

Faith started to scoff, but Buffy shot her a look effectively shutting her up.

"Why would people think that, Quinn?" Buffy asked her.

"Because I haven't always been…" Quinn closed her eyes. "…nice to her. But I've changed. I promise," she said, looking at the woman standing in front of her. "I'm trying to at least."

Buffy smiled at her, even as Faith rolled her eyes. "Faith, why don't you go get the car?"

Faith grunted but walked out anyway. She shot the young girl a glare, and Quinn tried her best not to visibly shiver.

"Have a seat," Buffy said, sitting in one of the two chairs on the side of the room.

Quinn nodded and sat beside her. She was having trouble making eye contact with the woman now that they were the only ones in the room.

"I believe you. For what it's worth," Buffy said.

"Your wife doesn't." Quinn muttered.

Buffy sighed. "Yeah, well… Faith… uh, Mrs. Lehane has a harder time trusting people. Guess that's why she's the principal and I'm the counselor." She watched the girl's face carefully. "Your reputation preceded you to be honest. Faith's specialty is girls like you."

"Like me?"

Buffy nodded. "Angry." She took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Hiding something."

Quinn shot her eyebrow up. "What do you think I'm hiding?"

Buffy stood up and opened the door. Today was not the day to have this conversation. "Several things, Miss Fabray." She ushered the other girl out the door. "See you tomorrow," she smiled brightly.