Author's Note: Okay well this is my first fic so be nice :) It takes place the summer before senior year with an incident that causes Rachel to bond with Puck and Sam, which with their help of course she turns into...well a badass. I thought about making a Teen Wolf crossover but I decided against it for now. Main pairing is Faberry of course with side Brittana and a Puck/Rachel/Sam bromance. Reviews would be great as well as anything you guys suggest! Oh and I apologize for long chapters!

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Glee or the band Red! :(

Chapter 1: Things Can Change

"Listen here Blondie, you have five minutes to get your shit together before B and I rolls up. Got it?" The slightly angry Latina growled into the phone.

"Santana I'm not sure this is my thing. I mean you know me and it's the middle of summer! I don't want to go to some fail rock show just because you have a thing for leather and heavy music." The blonde huffed as she quickly changed into comfortable jeans and a gray and white baby doll dress with a pink butterfly on it's corner. "And we're not even of age, how do you expect us to get in?" the blonde cheerio asked as she found her black Nike shoes and put them on.

"Simple, I have connections." Just then a loud honk could be heard through the phone as well as from outside as Quinn sighed and ended the call. Walking to Santana's car, Brittany let her in with an excited giggle.

"It's gonna be so much fun! S promised me we could go see the ducks tomorrow if I went with her to this show!" The smaller blonde raised an eyebrow to this as she caught the Latina's glare in the rearview mirror.

"Oh shut up Tubbers and just get ready to have fun! Take the stick out of your ass for tonight, alright?"

"I will when you find a new nickname and stop calling me Tubbers."

"Okay, Q-Tip," Santana smirked as she saw the blonde roll her eyes.

"This better be worth it," Quinn sighed.

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"Noah I don't know about this. I mean we've only practiced these songs for a few weeks and even then we had to make several changes! What if me or Sam messes up on our parts and damage our vocal chords? I'll never get into Broadway with damaged vocal chords! Sam! Sam, where are you!" Rachel cried out frantically as she looked past Puck.

"I was just testing the drums, you know making sure they were tuned. What's up Rach?" Sam gave his wide smile.

"More honey-lemon tea now!" Puck started laughing as he watched Rachel start yelling at the crew to find her and Sam some tea. Lifting the guitar off of himself, Puck turned Rachel towards himself and met her eyes.

"Jew babe you're going to be great! We've done these songs a hundred times because YOU wanted to sound perfect remember? YOU taught yourself and Sam how to scream into the mic without messing up your vocal chords remember? And Rachel Berry does not do anything half assed, right?" Puck gave a grin as he watched her eyes shift from being afraid to complete confidence.

"You're absolutely right Noah! Crew! Forget the tea! We've got a show to do!" Rachel now grinned as she walked towards the stairs that lead to the stage from the back. "Let's kick some ass!" Everyone gave a cheer as Sam grabbed his drum sticks and headed onto the stage. He started playing some beats, just messing around a bit for warm ups. As he did so, Rachel turned back to Puck and looked at the nearly full moon in wonder.

"Four weeks left," Puck said as he caught sight of what Rachel was staring at.

"Noah, would we be as close of friends if it wasn't for that night?" Rachel's voice had dropped to a whisper only Puck would be able to pick up. He quickly matched her tone.

"I'm not sure Rach..." Puck's voice trailed off as Rachel became lost in her memories. She remembered that night at the beginning of summer. She'd never forget how peaceful the night had started or the vicious snarl that ripped through the wolf that stood so close to her at the end.

After being bitten all she could remember was waking up some time later at Puck's house with him muttering 'Please wake up Rachel, please wake up!' over and over again at her side. She'd also never forget Sam bringing her water and offering his apologetic soft smile. They explained the wolf attack and how they had been passing through and heard her scream.

It took a week to finally heal up but Rachel continued to go back to Puck's house and eventually grew a bond with the two boys.

The summer days usually consisted of Rachel's normal morning routine, heading over to Puck's house and either having a jam session with her now two favorite boys or beating them at video games on Xbox.

One day during a jam session of slightly heavy rock, Sam let out a grunged scream before Rachel could even start singing the song. Both her and Puck turned to look at Sam in confusion.

"What? I just wanted to see if I could do it. But ouch! Didn't expect it to hurt."

"Sam! You can damage your vocal chords if you do not do it right! Here I'll show you." Rachel then proceeded to let out her own grunge scream as Puck played heavy rifts on his guitar. Upon hearing it Sam and Puck nearly dropped their guitar and drumsticks.

"Dude are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Puck grinned as he pulled out his phone to skim through the music he had on there.

"Shot gun Rachel NOT picking out the band name!" Sam laughed as he pulled out his phone to look for a song they could cover.

"Wait...what?"Rachel blinked in confusion.

"And Jew Babe you're going to have to get new threads. We can't be a badass band with you wearing animal sweaters while yelling into a mic," Puck then pulled out his card as well as his keys. "Come on Sam! We're gonna make her look smokin'!"

"Rachel? Uh Rachel?" Puck lightly tapped her forehead while trying to get her attention. Finally snapping out of it, Rachel swatted Puck's hand away from her face.

"Yes Noah? And it's rude to just poke people. Do it again and I'll bite it."

"You promise?" Puck smirked as Rachel rolled her eyes. "I think Sam's done warming up. I'll get on stage and we'll start playing. Once they announce us you come up and start singing. If we do good here they'll keep us on as regulars which means money for us!"

"Yes yes Noah, I know. Break a leg," Rachel smiled as Puck shook his head while going onto the stage.

"Next time say 'Go kick some ass'!" he smirked before disappearing.

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"Did you know they don't card you here?" Santana smirked as she brought two beers. One for herself and one for Brittany.

"Ah so I see I'm playing designated driver tonight? Just great." Before Santana could give her comeback, drums and a heavy guitar rift broke through the building.

"Let's give it up for the new band, Fayne!" The man over the mic roared as everyone began to yell and cheer.

"S, Q! Look! That's Sam and Puck!" Brittney excitedly cheered out. Quinn then grabbed her two friends and began to drag them further into the crowd to get a closer look.

(bold is Rachel, italics are Sam, bold and italics are Puck and Sam)

Hey you! Look what you do to me
You bend and you bruise me
While you try to control me
But you don't know me!

Quinn knew that voice. Even Santana and Brittany came to a stop upon hearing it. What was with the edge in her voice though?

"Q! What the hell!" Santana yelled out, but Quinn hadn't paid attention to her. She was too busy trying to find the owner of the voice on stage but failing due to all of the jumping people infront of her.

How come you just want to hurt me?
How come you just want to push me?
I can't ignore you anymore

By now the Unholy Trinity had caught sight of the little diva. Quinn couldn't believe this was Rachel! Black leather jacket, similar to the one she had worn during their rock mash-up in glee, with a gray tank top underneath with black leather pants to match. Her brunette hair was fixed to fall perfectly down her back with a couple of strands to frame her face. This was Rachel, just not exactly the Rachel she knew.

Cause everywhere I turn you
You burn me, you break me
You always want to take me down with you
What do you want from me?

"Damn Q, midget looks hot." Santana eyed the girl.

"She does Q! Can we be friends with her now? Please Santana!" Brittany gave Santana a pout she couldn't resist. Rolling her eyes Santana nodded. Quinn however was still captivated by the little diva owning the stage, unknownly still walking to try and get closer.

I don't wanna be afraid, I don't wanna run away
I don't want to be here fading it's more that I can take
I'm never gonna be the same
I threw it all away
I don't want to be here fading
Just let go! (look what you do to me)
Let go! (look what you do to me)

Hey you! Look what you do to me
You burnt and you scared me
With all that you tell me (but I don't listen!)
You love me, you hate me
You always want to take me down with you
What do you want from me?

I don't wanna be afraid I don't wanna run away
I don't want to be here fading it's more that I can take
I'm never gonna be the same
I threw it all away
I don't want to be here fading
Just let!

During the instrumental part, Rachel turned to look at Puck and gave a grin as he smirked back. With a nod of his head he encouraged Rachel to look forward. Confused she did so and found Santana and Brittany jumping with the rest of the crowd. It was then that she saw blonde hair breaking through the excited crowd, getting closer and closer to where Rachel was. Her eyes widened a bit with fear, not quite ready to face the blonde and her insults but definitely dying to see her. Getting down on her knees Rachel met hazel orbs that almost made her forget where she was. She couldn't help but reach out to Quinn as she brought the mic up to her mouth and started singing. What she didn't count on was Quinn actually grabbing her hand and holding onto it.

You kept pushing me
You keep using me
You keep twisting me
You keep breaking me
You can't have me anymore
You can't have me anymore
You can't have me anymore...
You can't have me, let goooo!

Quinn's hand quickly left Rachel's as the diva unleashed her yell. The blonde had snapped out of her haze and took a step back from the brunette. Rachel hadn't noticed this because she was still on her knees but had arched her body back and closed her eyes for the last note, clutching the mic with both hands. After finishing the song the crowd erupted into loud cheers and whistles. Rachel quickly tried to catch her breath as she stood and looked over at Puck and Sam with a grin. This definitely was going to be fun.

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"Noah!" The brunette squeaked out as she was pushed forward after being bumped into. Quickly turning around to scold the boy for not watching where he was she froze.

"Relax Puck we just want to talk to Rachel," Santana smirked out as she crossed her arms with Brittney by her side. Rachel? Since when did Santana call her that?

"Yeah Puck! You guys did awesome!" Oh no Puck don't let them in, don't let them in!

"Alright fine, but if she yells I'm coming in there!" He warned before exiting the room to go finish packing up the equipment.

"S-Santana? Um, what are you uh, doing here?" Rachel forced out of her mouth as she backed up to put space between her and the Latina.

"Chill Berry, Britt just wanted to talk to you and-" but before she could finish, Brittany had thrown herself onto Rachel in a firm hug.

"Brittany! Can't..breathe!" Rachel rasped out as she stood motionless. It was Santana who pulled Brittney off of her before interlocking her finger's with Brittneys at her right side.

"You sang really awesome Rachel! Now that you don't dress funny with sweaters that have eyes can we be friends?" At a loss for words Rachel looked up at Santana who rolled her eyes and nodded, signaling that it was ok.

"Sure Brittany, I'd love to be your friend," she smiled at the tall blonde but the smile quickly morphed as she brought her hands up and braced herself for Brittany to smother her with another hug. However the impact never came since Santana had held onto her.

"How about we go find Q, Britt Britt?" Santana suggested.

"Okay!" Brittney gave her huge smile before running out the door.

"Listen Berry, something obviously happened to make you finally come to your senses and join the modern world in it's fashion sense. I won't push but whatever it was? Just know your rep as we speak is going up. Half of Mckinley is out there and they're all buzzing with how hot our little diva was."

"Oh well thank you San-" Rachel was cut off by Santana holding a hand over her mouth.

"With your rep skyrocketing like that here's what you're going to do, and listen very carefully. When school starts you will be sitting with us at lunch, you will be walking the halls with us and if we're all at a party? You best be with us. Am I clear Yentl? Or will I have to use some force?"

Rachel swallowed thickly as she also offered a nod. She watched as Santana's frightening smile returned as she released the hand that had been keeping her from talking.

"Good," Santana took advantage of Rachel's scared state as she reached up and fixed the diva's jacket for her, hands lingering a little too long in Rachel's opinion. After wetting her bottom lip lightly, Santana's gaze dropped down to Rachel's lips. Rachel cleary was a badass now and according to Santana, she was hot.

"S what are you doing?" Rachel's eyes then flickered from Santana's predatory gaze to Quinn's now furious expression.

Santana then snapped out of her thoughts as she studied Rachel's eyes and watched the fear shift into adoration from merely looking at Quinn. 'Oh this is too good', she thought to herself with a smirk.

"Nothing Q, just congratulating the dwarf." Santana released Rachel's jacket and walked off to go find Brittany. Quinn turned to follow Santana but couldn't help and turn to Rachel once more.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine Quinn, thank you for asking." Rachel averted her gaze to her shoes. She couldn't handle looking at the blonde without feeling a tug at her heart. "Look about earlier on stage-"

"No Berry, we're not talking about this." The blonde's voice grew cold as she quickly turned and left. Rachel sighed. Of course she'd be dismissed so quickly, and who was she kidding? Quinn wasn't gay. Rachel wasn't even sure if she herself was gay. She just knew that seeing Quinn made her feel things.

"Jew babe? You alright there?" Puck asked as he entered the room. Small tears threatened to overtake her eyes as she nodded and quickly wiped them away. Puck knew better than to ask. If Rachel wanted to talk she'd seek him out. "Alright well everything's packed, I'll drive you home." Puck turned to walk away but then stopped as he felt small hands wrap around his torso, pulling him into a hug that he reciprocated.

"She makes me feel things." It was a very unusual Berry answer but since they had started hanging out, Puck noticed Rachel toned down on her words.

"Yeah Quinn will do that to you. Don't let her get the best of you Rach, I mean I can't hit a girl but I'll throw a dodgeball at her or get Tina to slap her. Hell I bet I could even get Santana to do it, she just likes slapping her." This earned him a smile from Rachel as she shook her head.

"You're the best, Noah. I hope you know that." Puck smiled back as he lightly tapped her shoulder.

"Yeah a tiny little jewish princess won't let me forget it."

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"Were you seriously hitting on Berry?" Quinn harshly questioned Santana on the ride home.

"So what if I was? Britt Britt likes her too, don't ya?" The blonde then turned to look at Quinn from the passanger's side.

"She said she would be my friend Quinn!" Brittany smiled out towards the smaller blonde. "Can you believe it? After all the horrible things we did she still said she wanted to be my friend." The latter statement made Quinn's stomach flip. She knew why she did those horrible things, well she didn't know back then. But now everything was different, she just knew nothing would change. Discovering this, she abandoned all hope of making amends with the smaller brunette.

"Well I seriously doubt Berry is gay anyways so-"

"Actually Puck said she was curious," Santana cut Quinn off as she pulled up to the blonde's house. "So with that said...get the hell out of my car so I can go get my mack on with my girl." Quinn rolled her eyes as she got out of the car, but before she could close the door Santana decided to test her theory.

"Hey Britt I think we should give the dwarf a call. She might be able to entertain us at home." Giving a smirk, Santana watched as Quinn's face flushed red and slammed the car door shut with all her might.

Heading upstairs to her room, Quinn pulled out her phone and hovered her finger over Rachel's number to call. 'Santana wouldn't do that...' Quinn sighed as she threw the phone on the bed. Santana wouldn't do that. Changing into her pajamas Quinn settled down onto the bed. 'Oh Santana would.' Groaning as she picked up her phone and hit the call button, Quinn covered her eyes with her arm to block out the light in the room.

"Hello?"

"Rachel?"

"Quinn? What's wrong?"

"Oh um, nothing. I just um..wanted to...to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean it. To be rude I mean. I didn't mean to be rude." Rachel sat down on her bed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she fought a laugh.

"Its perfectly understandable Quinn."

"No famous Berry rant? That's a first. I miss the old Berry but the new one is starting to grow on me," Quinn teased as she smiled into the phone.

"So you miss me? Well the old me?" Rachel smirked to herself.

"Oh...uh I mean..." Hearing Rachel sigh made Quinn lightly smack her forehead. 'Talk Quinn! Not that hard to do!'

"It's fine Quinn. If that's all then I'll be hanging up due to the fact that I'm really tired."

"Oh! Right, sorry Rach-I mean Berry! I'm sorry Berry."

"Hmn the fierce Quinn Fabray apologizing to me? Tonight has definitely been interesting. Goodnight Quinn."

"Night Berry...wait!" Quinn suddenly blurted out.

"Yes Quinn?"

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Rachel couldn't believe Quinn Freakin' Fabray just asked her that.

"Well of course I have my morning workout and vocal training right after. But after that I'm hanging out with Puck and Sam in the park. They're getting me ready to try out for football once we get back to school and-"

"Are you insane? You're going to hurt yourself! You can't play football, Rachel! Didn't you have enough of football from last year?"

"Quinn I can do whatever I want. If you're so worried about my wellbeing, why don't you join us? I'll show you how good I am." There was silence and Rachel counted to six in her head before calling out "Quinn?"

"Fine. But if you get hurt I'm going to kick their ass myself. Night Berry," Quinn sighed out as she ended the call. Rachel stared at her phone for a bit, double checking her history to make sure that conversation actually happened. Grinning like a fool, Rachel placed her phone on her charger and climbed back onto her bed to sleep with one thing on her mind. Tomorrow.

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A/N 2: Song used was Let Go by Red.