A/N: Hi all. This is the first part in a two part Punk Quinn Faberry story, I couldn't help but write. I feel like Punk Quinn doesn't get enough attention, but then again I don't know how much attention would be enough, and then how would I go about quantifying… You know what I'll just leave that alone.

I was inspired to write this by Sonic Youth's "Teenage Riot", a song that I absolutely love and never get sick of.

So sit back and enjoy part one! Part two should be up once I've written it in a few days yay!

Rated M. for Language only – no lemon.

Don't own Glee!

"Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather
And what's a man do to but work out whether it's true?"

God she's cute when she rambles, I thought to myself.

Wait what? Did I just think Berry was cute? My eyes flick to the cigarette in my hand, wondering if it was laced with something. Mentally berating myself, I tune back into the conversation.

'I mean, who doesn't love the Go-Go's?' She finishes, throwing me one of her cute little smiles, which I try hard not to return.

Ok seriously, what the fuck.

'I prefer the Bangles.' Said Shelia, from behind.

Stoically taking a drag, I pretend I'm not disappointed when her smile falters.

'Okay. We need your tremulous alto and your Belinda Carlisle glamour.'

After exhaling slowly, I chose to bask in the moment of receiving a rare and pure, Rachel Berry compliment. Remembering back to sophomore year, with Rachel's "Good singer, but occasionally sharp" comment, as she tried to persuade me to come back to Glee on that occasion. The side of my mouth twitched upwards into an almost smirk. Brazen does not even begin to describe this girl sometimes, I decide.

'I'll give you ten bucks if you let me beat her up for you Quinn.' Said The Mac suddenly, ruining my little moment.

Now don't get me wrong, I like being able to hang with others that don't care about my recent lifestyle choices, and also don't ask questions they wouldn't want others asking them. However despite appearances, I am still very much on the Honour Roll, and thus the collectively subdued intellectual capacity of the other shanks starts to become quite grating after a while.

'I'm sorry you're so sad, Quinn. And maybe you're not going to believe me because we were never really close, but, I'm sad not seeing you in the choir room and we've all been through so much together. We're a family and this is our year to get it right. We would love to have you back in the Glee Club, whenever you're ready. Okay?'

Taking another drag, I watch as she walks away, not admiring the view, and start to reflect back on her words, the last bit sticking out the most.

Whenever I was ready?

'Huh, that's new.'

'What was that Quinn?' The Mack asked.

I turn my head to side, bored. 'This place blows, I'm gonna go pick up some smokes,' taking my last drag I flick the cig to the ground, and begin to walk off. 'Later.'

GLEE GLEE GLEE

After picking up a pack of M Reds, I walk back into school to get my book bag from my locker, a vintage black leather satchel that I found lying around. I fill it with all my other shit and the homework to do when I get home. Honour Roll remember?

I start to walk towards the exit when I hear it. Unable to stop myself I gravitate towards the auditorium, the sound getting louder with each step. Sneaking in quietly through one of the side entrances up the top, I try to get a closer look. Sticking to the shadows I peer over the ledge, and observe what was transpiring below. I felt oddly nostalgic of the time I spied on the Club with Coach Sylvester all those years ago.

There they all were singing and dancing, smiles on their faces, full of life and energy. I scowled at the scene before me. I didn't miss Glee. I mean how could I? For every 10% of enjoyment, there was the other 90% of toxic relationships and infighting.

But all that left my mind when I spotted her, the brunette who had recently wormed her way into my thoughts. Those moves, that smile, that curvaceous body. Against my will I became entranced, my mouth went dry, and my heart started to beat with a new found intensity.

And just like that it was suddenly over. The music stopped and the trance was broken. Hastily I turned away from the scene, escaping from the sounds of laughter, and self-adulation. I couldn't think. I needed air. I needed a God dam smoke.

GLEE GLEE GLEE

I soon found myself lying on the bleachers. The air was turning cool as the sun was less than an hour away from dipping into the horizon. I began to rummage through my bag until I found my trusty Ipod, which since the summer had acquired a plethora of new songs. I find an album and press play. Shutting my eyes I allow the first track of Siamese Dream to wash over me. I couldn't process my thoughts as they moved around my head. They where like songs played on a broken record player, the player's needle never settling into the groove, jumping around, missing bits, never staying on track till the end. I tried to remember how I felt when I saw Rachel today, but I couldn't believe what it meant. I didn't, like-like her, did I? I mean I don't see girls like that, right?

Almost like a sixth sense I start to feel a presence. Opening my eyes, I spot my reason for being here walking cautiously towards me. I sit up, taking out my ear buds and pressing pause. She's close when I remember the other thing I needed when I came out here. Reaching into my pocket I pull out my pack of cigs, fingering one a little before placing the pack to my mouth and grabbing a hold of it with my lips. I watch as Rachel scrunches up her nose in disapproval. Well tough luck Berry it's a free country. I pull out my Zippo and light up. I can almost picture the nicotine surging into my brain as I take in my first long drag.

Finally, I take in a proper look at the intruder of my short lived serenity. She looked as nervous as a kid on their first day of school. She kept her eyes on the metal beneath her feet, playing with the hem of her cardigan. I arched an eyebrow in her direction, not used to being the initiator to any of our past non-malicious conversations.

'Berry.' I said in the most nonchalant manner I could muster.

Her eyes immediately shot up to meet mine. Those brown eyes were expressive as ever.

'H-Hi Quinn. Can I sit?' She said, gesturing next to me.

'I don't know? Can you?' I replied, smirking.

Berry immediately started to splutter. Taking in another drag, I couldn't help but feel amused as the heat rose to her cheeks.

'Oh dear Berry, I think all that time with Finn has degraded your grasp on the English language.'

Pursing her lips, Berry crossed her arms defensively and began to glare at me. Huh, from nervous to pissed in less than five seconds. That has to be a record.

'May I please sit down Quinn?'

I shrugged my shoulders. 'I suppose.'

I returned my gaze to the sun as she sat next to me. The golden orb was already touching the horizon, the clouds above slowly changing colour as they reflected its rays.

'I didn't realise I was required to follow strict grammar rules whilst in your presence Quinn.' Berry said tersely.

With my eyes still on the setting sun, I replied. 'You're not.'

'Then why?' Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the girl frowning in confusion.

'You're just fun to tease, Berry.' I replied, before taking another drag.

'Oh… So when should I expect a slushie then?' I frowned, not liking her tone, it sounded far too resigned for the Rachel Berry I knew.

I turned to look at her and my breath hitched. Her hair had a golden glow in the rescinding light. Her smooth tanned skin was begging to be caressed. She was positively radiant. Not that I would be interested in that, nope, not at all.

'Rachel,' the name still sounded foreign on my tongue. 'You honestly believe that after everything, that I would still slushie you?'

She turned to look me head on, probably trying to read anything from my face. I silently wished her good luck with that, as Fabray's only had one expression 99% of the time.

Boredom.

Looking back to her lap, she began speaking. 'I don't know Quinn. I don't know what to expect at all from you anymore.'

She sounded sad, and I suddenly felt a force within me, pushing me. Where it wanted me to go I wasn't sure. A new thought popped into my head as I took a drag, I had something I wanted to ask.

'How did you know I was out here?'

Fear struck her face like a bolt of lighting. Eyes wide like a baby deer.

I smiled a little. God she's adorable. And with that thought the smile was gone. The hell is with me today? Mentally I shake my head, refocusing my attention.

'Come on Berry, this isn't the inquisition.' I say lightly, bumping her knee with mine.

Sighing she looked back to me, her voice quiet. 'I saw you watching, in the auditorium.'

I tense slightly at her words. Blast! And here I thought I had some ninja skills. I pin her with my glare, and feel some satisfaction as she visibly shrinks under my gaze.

'Who else knows?'

'N-No one, I swear Quinn.'

At the news I visibly relax and lean back a little, taking in one last drag.

'Good. Let's keep it that way, shall we?' I keep my eyes on hers, daring her to defy me.

When I see her give a little nod, I turn my attention back to the sunset. I flick my cig away, letting it fall in between the bleachers. I look to see if my blatant littering would garner any type of reaction. I bet on it being along the lines of, audible disgust, a lecture, or perhaps a shriek of disbelief. Yet I hear nothing, nothing at all. The silence is concerning to me. Where were the cries of indignation from my righteous company?

'Why did come find me? Whatever happened to, "Whenever I was ready"?' I ask.

'I don't remember bringing up the question of your return to Glee, Quinn. And as to why I'm here, I don't know. I just felt like I should come find you.' She replied.

'Hmm. I wonder what Finnessa would think of you spending time here with me.'

I don't why I said this. Why would I care what Finn thinks? Or what Berry thinks Finn would think?

Berry looks sullen as she replies. 'It doesn't matter what Finn would think. We're not together.'

Huh. Well that was news to me.

'So nationals?'

'Procured nothing. He said it was a mistake and we haven't really spoken since. You would know this, had you not dropped off the radar and gone off gallivanting around with 40 year old skateboarders.'

I couldn't help but smile, yet I was not entirely sure why. Was I happy that Finn was single? Because after last time, there was no way I was going back to that bumbling oaf. Was it because Rachel was single? Why would I care about that?

'Gallivanting you say, with older men? My, my Berry, I didn't think you would fall for such rumours.' I teased.

There she was, blushing again. I couldn't help as my smile grew bigger.

'Like I said Quinn, I don't know what to expect from you anymore.'

The sun was very much on the way down and the air was cooling by the minute. My skin was starting to get goose bumps as my crop top did little to warm me. Feeling done with this whole conversation thing, I rose from my seat. Rasing my arms above my head, I stretched out my back, pushing my chest out as I went. As I look to Berry out of the corner of my eye, I see her eyes fixed to my breasts. I smirk as they linger there, before making their way down to my abs.

'Like what you see?'

Her eyes widened comically, her mouth forming a perfect O, as she struggled for words.

'I. I wasn't. I mean. I'm not like that!' She cried out.

Whoa okay, so clearly Berry is repressed and attracted to girls, or perhaps just me? Why hadn't Santana or Brittany picked up on this? Or maybe they already had and kept it to themselves. I expected to be disgusted with this new piece of information, but felt nothing of the sort. If anything I started to feel that force again, pulling and pushing me somewhere, but where I still didn't know, and also I was glad.

Wait why was I glad? Fuck my head is a mess lately.

Stoically I look towards her. 'Well this has been fun, but I've got places to be. Enjoy the sunset Berry, I'll see you later.'

I place the strap of my bag over my shoulder, and rest the bag bit comfortably against my hip. Leaving a still stupefied Berry behind, I walk off to my car.

GLEE GLEE GLEE

It's the next day and lunch was just starting. Berry's pressed lemon sitch still plagues my thoughts. How could I have not noticed this before? Then again, I've never really spent all the much time around the girl… And when I have, I've either been tormenting her, or focusing on some bitchy plan involving her… Huh, it's a wonder she still talks to me. I really want to start questioning why I care if Berry likes girls, but that is pushed far, far back into deep recesses of my mind. I'm just sating my curiosity, nothing wrong with that, right?

As I walk the halls I locate my current objective. Bonus! She's currently alone at her locker, a rare occurrence indeed. I calmly saunter up next to her, lest I give off an unwelcoming vibe.

'Hey Brittany.'

She turns from her locker, and beams at the sight of me.

'Hi Quinn!' She replied, before pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I seriously start to wonder how much the girl could bench.

As she pulls back, her nose is all scrunched up.

'Weird. You smell like Lord Tubbington before I sent him to smokers rehab.'

Okay… Moving on from that.

'Right. Hey B, you wouldn't happen to know if Berry's a Dolphin like Santana, would you?' God I hoped that was right animal.

Brittany started jumping and clapping, like honest to God to jumping.

'I knew this day would come!'

Oh good, now she's shouting as well.

'But to answer your question Quinn. Rachel's a bicorn like I am, not a unicorn like Santana.'

'Okay… So she likes girls and guys?' I asked to clarify. I really, really needed it.

Brittany nodded emphatically in response. 'Yep, but you're just a unicorn, like San.'

I froze. My heart started to race. Why were the halls so small all of a sudden?

'I-I don't think so Britt.' I managed to get out.

The other girl started to pout. 'Are you sure? Because that would explain so much! Like how you want sweet lady kisses with Rachel.'

Okay fuck, I definitely needed to jet.

'Look I really need to go, I'll see you around B.' I start to walk away as fast as I can. All I can hear from behind me is Brittany chanting Faberry, over and over again.

The fuck's a Faberry?

GLEE GLEE GLEE

After some well needed fresh air and a solid chain smoking session, I'm feeling back in control. It was like yesterday at the auditorium, all I knew was that I needed to get away. Was it a panic attack? Why would I be panicking? Before I could think too much on it, I was already at my locker exchanging books for next period. I pause to look at a photo still stuck to the inside. It was of the Glee Club's regionals win from last year. Rachel and I were next to each other hugging and smiling, how had I not noticed that before?

'Hey loser, looks like it's bath time!'

I turn my head at the sound to see Berry standing innocently by her locker. She was wearing blue skinny jeans and a loose purple top. I didn't matter to me at the time that she was about to get slushied. For I only had one thought in that moment.

Dat. Ass.

But all that came crashing down when Karofsky dumped red slushie all over her. The force was back again, and it was pushing, hard. Only now I knew where it wanted me to go. Oh yea, no mistake about that. I was pissed. How fucking dare he dump slushie on my Berry!

Wait my Berry?

Okay so that train of thought can honestly wait till later. Or you know, never.

Before I knew it I was storming after the brute, only able only to focus on him. Rage blinded me to the fact that Rachel was looking at me, or that this was going to be very public.

'Hey Karofsky!' I shouted.

As he turned around I pulled my arm back. I enjoyed his look of horror right before I punched him in the face, my fist colliding perfectly.

Ouch! Son of a bitch, fuck, cunt, dick, shit! My hand hurt so fucking bad! Now I know why I'm more of a slapping type of girl.

Not wasting any time I grab him by the sides and deliver a swift kick to the groin, sending him straight to the ground. Oh yea, that felt much better.

'What the fuck Quinn?' Karofsky cried out, holding his balls.

'Listen here dipshit. You do not slushie Rachel ever again! Are we fucking clear on this?

'What? Why the hell-'

I kicked him again, my ears relishing in the sounds of his agony.

'Are we fucking clear?'

'Yes, fuck okay.'

'Good.'

GLEE GLEE GLEE

The Nurses Office had to be the lamest place in the universe. I mean there was only so many times one could read the "How to preform CPR" poster, before insanity kicked in. But here I am doing it as I receive dirty looks from the school nurse, who is currently figuring out whether I've broken something in my hand.

'Well it seems you've just bruised the knuckles.' Said the Nurse. A woman who I thought looked far too old to be dealing with the boo boos and ouchies of high schoolers.

'Hold this ice pack to it to keep the swelling down. I can't do anything about the pain, school policy.'

'Right. Thank you.' I replied.

'I'm going to step outside for little while, don't touch anything and keep the ice on it.'

I rolled my eyes. Did she think I was that stupid? Holding ice to limbs was a fact of life when I was a Cheerio. I sighed. Yep, definitely do not miss that aspect of cheerleading.

Once the Nurse left I pulled out my I Pod and scrolled for something to listen to. Ah. "Pepper" by the BH Surfers, always a classic. Carefully, I pushed myself back further onto the bed till my back was against the wall. Closing my eyes I smiled. This certainly beats math any day.

'Quinn?'

Well, well, I should have known she would come looking for me.

'Rachel.' I replied, coolly.

After hearing nothing back, I open my eyes and take in her appearance. She had changed into a plain white top but it seemed that her jeans had escaped unharmed. Dam I wished she'd turn around so I could get another look at her- okay! Enough of that. Come on Fabray this shit cannot keep happening.

'How's your hand?' she asked, tentatively.

'Hurts like a bitch. Wanna kiss it better?' I asked, pouting.

Okay now, what was that?!

'Err maybe later?' Rachel replied.

Well at least she didn't say no. Not that I care though.

She sat down next to me, our bodies inches apart, yet for some reason it felt like miles. I had to close the distance.

'No longer asking permission to sit with me, huh?' I say as move my body closer to hers. Our faces were so close that I could see my reflection in her eyes, those big chocolate coloured eyes. 'Quite the brave one, aren't you Rachel?'

I was rewarded as she blushed hard. I could see her trying to swallow a lump in her throat. My heart was racing and I'm pretty sure hers was as well. I licked my lips unconsciously. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't want to think anymore. I raised my uninjured hand and cupped her cheek, stroking her soft skin with the pad of my thumb. We were only inches apart now. I couldn't help but smell her scent. It smelt like honey and coconut. It was sweet. It was addictive. I wanted to bury my face in her hair and never stop inhaling this intoxicating aroma. I definitely felt that force again. I knew where it was pushing me now. I couldn't resit. I didn't want to. I had decided I was going to go for it, fuck everything else. I needed this. I needed her.

'Ahem!'

Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.

Opening Lyrics from "Teenage Riot" – Sonic Youth

"Siamese Dream" is the awesome album by Smashing Pumpkins.

"Pepper" – Butthole Surfers