A/N: Hey there! This is both my first Glee fic and my first Faberry fic. I loooove faberry. So I got this idea, been writing on it for a bit and wanted to share it. Not to scare you off, but my first language isn't English. So if there are any mistakes, I apologize profusely. Just as a reminder; This is somewhat AU. It's junior year, no babygate, there is a glee club but Quinn isn't a part of it. It will be eventual Faberry, so if that's not your thing, don't read it. Rated M to be on the safe side (and possible funtimes later on. And language) Oh, by the by, feedback is brilliant.
Anyhow, do enjoy!
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It All Started With a Bet.
Chapter 1 – The Bet.
It had been a perfectly normal Friday. Friday used to be a good day. Friday used to be the day she could go home early and relax, before she would be awaited at a few parties throughout the weekend. She would go to some of them and try to have fun, keeping up her image as the most popular girl in school whilst doing so, and not go to others simply because they weren't worthy of having her – Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader.
Today however, was not one of those normal Fridays. No. Today she had lost a bet to her friend and rival – Santana Lopez. She knew Noah Puckerman was a juvenile delinquent, but she had never thought he would attempt to steal, much less succeed, a slushie machine from school. However, the picture of Puck sitting contently in his room with the newly acquired slushie machine next to him, had proved her wrong.
Quinn sighed, still wondering why she agreed to do this. The phrase "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" kept running through her mind as she thought about it. It was better to be on the Latina's good side, than her bad one. Which was why she had agreed, albeit reluctantly, to do what she was about to. That had been the bet, if the Latina won, ever the one to think of something creative, dress Quinn up as a guy and take her out to the new dance hall.
"Someone's looking handsome," Santana grinned, putting a hand on her hip and checked out the 'new' Quinn up and down; Sneakers, a pair of somewhat baggy camo pants, a brownish polo with a white long sleeved t-shirt underneath. Her hair had been tucked up underneath a cap, using quite a few pins and creativity. The Latina cheerleader nodded to herself "You could pass for a dude. Bit of a girly dude, but still, a dude."
Quinn looked in the mirror, running a hand over her now flat chest. It was a rather unnerving feeling, her chest being so different. It hurt a little bit too, seeing as they had to ace wrap it rather harshly. The blonde had to admit though, it worked. She ran one hand down her stomach and stopped at her hem of her pants, looking over at Brittany. "Did I really have to wear boxers as well? Couldn't I have worn, you know, my own underwear?"
The ditsy Cheerio smiled brightly and shook her head. "Nope! You're not completely a guy just yet," she said, as she dove into one of her drawers.
"Please don't tell me-" Quinn began, but stopped as Brittany did indeed pull out a silicone object from the drawer, smiling brightly.
"There is no way that I-"
"Oh chill Q, we washed it." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Why do you even-"
"Santana likes to role play. That's why we have the ace wrap too." Brittany gushed, still with a big smile plastered on her face. She moved to grab a hold of Quinn's pants, but the boy for a night stepped away quickly.
"No. No, this has gone far enough. I will not have that... when you two... No!" Quinn stuttered, holding her hands out in front of her. She knew her two friends had certain benefits between them, but she really didn't need to know the details, much less have one of said details in her pants.
Santana was chuckling to herself, but Brittany looked devastated. "But... Now she's not a real boy," she whimpered.
"It's not like she's fucking Pinocchio, Britts. We'll just stuff a sock down there."
The Dance Hall. It was a project started by the parents in Lima, for the teenagers in Lima. It was an idea that had blossomed fairly well. Instead of having worried parents wonder where their kids were, they had started what was simply called the Dance Hall – a place where the teenagers could come to dance, party and relax. There was no alcohol served and no one older than 19 were welcomed in there. The parents applauded it, hoping their teenagers would go there instead of going to some random party. For the most part, it worked well. There were still parties, of course, outside of the Dance Hall, but a lot of the teenagers had really taken to the idea of this hall. Loud music, dancing and being together with your friends, it was a decent place.
And to the Dance Hall, that's where the Cheerio trio were going tonight. After a decent amount of time reassuring Quinn that no one would recognize her, the trio made their way inside. Quinn was still reluctant and kept her head down, hardly daring to look anyone in the eyes. What if someone saw her, could tell who she was by her eyes and would spread the rumor that Quinn was a... a... a cross dresser to the whole school? She would just die, no doubt about it. Surely she wouldn't be able to explain to anyone that this was all just because of some stupid bet.
She was never betting again. Never. Ever. Especially never with that damn Latina around.
The Dance Hall was in fact, a massive storage room that had stood unused for a long, long time. So it had been redecorated, shined up and been made to better withstand the cold. On one end was the entrance, the tables, the comfortable sofas scattered around and the little bar that served water or soda. On the other end was the big dance floor and the DJ podium. As the trio walked in, they couldn't help but notice how crowded it actually was. They recognized people from their own school, and saw faces from others. Rumors had it that Kurt had found his boyfriend Blaine here.
"I can't believe you actually talked me into this..." Quinn groaned underneath her breath, running a hand up to her face in an attempt to hide herself.
Brittany simply grinned, grabbing the other blonde's hands, dragging her away from the entrance and to the dance floor. Santana followed with a smirk on her face, flicking out her phone. Oh yeah. She was gonna take pictures.
On the dance floor, the loopy Brittany was free – she may have been a ditsy, confused girl in most other aspects of life, but dancing was something she could do. She was good at it too. Thus she grabbed the boy for a night and started dancing with him. Quinn was embarrassed as hell. What the hell was she doing here? Dressed like this? Sure, keep your enemies closer, but... This just wasn't worth it. Someone could see her. After a couple of minutes of Brittany dancing and Quinn standing still, the head Cheerio moved away, wanting to go home.
She was stopped however, by Santana. The latina had her arms folded across her chest, just staring at Quinn in an unamused way.
"What?" Quinn started.
"You're not going anywhere, boyo."
"S... Get outta my way, please. I just... wanna go home. This is ridiculous."
The black-haired wonder took a step closer to Quinn, her eyes flashing with warning. "The only place you're going, is out there to dance with my girl. Fact is, I can't keep up with her dancing all night and then go to bed with her and be amazing as well," Quinn groaned but Santana continued, "Besides, I took pictures. So you just march out there and dance and have a good time, or there's gonna be a transition in power come Monday."
Quinn just stood there, frozen. She took pictures? Pictures? A transition in power? "Are you... are you blackmailing me?"
The Latina merely smiled, a cruel, evil smile.
Friends close, enemies closer. Friends close, enemies closer. Quinn chanted in her head before she turned around, and walked back to the dance floor. Sure, she could have gone all HBIC, but that wouldn't change anything. She would just let off some steam before Santana would have plastered pictures all over school, of her. Of Quinn. In boys' clothes. Quinn, the head cheerleader, would go from hero to zero in less than a damn second. So she marched back to the dancing Brittany and danced.
Oh, she danced. From that shy Quinn attempting to hide herself, she went into full dance mode. If she had to endure this, she might as well go into character as a guy and enjoy it – and that meant there was some grinding to be done. She knew Santana wouldn't like it, but hey, if she didn't, she could just come out and keep her own girl company.
Time passed and Quinn found herself to be... well enjoying it all, really. It felt slightly empowering to be on the other side of the fence, to be the one who grinded against a girl instead of the other way around. Then with the slow songs, she enjoyed being the one who wrapped her arms around her partner and lead the way. Quinn hated to admit it but... she was actually having a good time like this.
Never did Quinn know there were eyes on her. Brown eyes eyeing her curiously. "Who is that, Brittany is... Well, I would say dancing, but it seems to be more like rubbing, with?" Rachel Berry asked out loud, turning her head to look at the people she went to the Dance Hall with – Tina, Kurt, Blaine, Mike and Mercedes.
"I have no idea, but he's got moves." Mike had to admit, nodding his head in approval.
"Possibly, but is that really appropriate in-" Rachel started, but was cut off from Kurt.
"Rachel, relax. They're just dancing, does it really matter if they get into it or not?" He turned his head to actually look at the couple, quirking an eyebrow in the process. His lovestruck boyfriend followed his gaze, then let out a snicker. "Get into it? They're practically having sex out there."
Rachel let out a dramatic gasp, then deflated slightly as she had a realization. "Oh that poor guy. If Santana sees, she's gonna roll him in tar and dip him in feathers isn't she?"
"That, or just kill him." Tina added.
"Speaking of Satan..." Mercedes said, then nodded at Santana who walked up to the group in that moment.
The Latina sneered. "Don't nod at me like we're friends just 'cause we sing together." She turned her attention to the rest of the group. "Believe it or not, I overheard my name. What are you losers on about?" As no one answered her question, she followed their gaze and saw her lover grinding up against the boy for a night. Her fists clenched slightly, she had threatened Quinn with blackmail if she didn't go dancing, but did she have to... to enjoy it as much as she seemingly did?
"We were, ahh..." Mike started, "just wondering when you were going to turn into she-hulk and tell that guy with Britt to back off."
Santana snorted, unclenched her fists and folded her arms across her chest instead. "I might just go do that now."
"Santana," Rachel stood up, holding her hands out in an almost pleading manner, "I believe I speak for everyone when I say we would prefer you did not mutilate the guy, this is a lovely establishment and there's no need to-"
"Can it, man-hands," Santana cut her off and marched away from the group, towards her woman. She strode towards the dancing couple, bumped into a few nobodies before she arrived at them, quickly swooping in the middle of them, stopping their infuriating grinding.
"Hello sweetie," Brittany purred, oblivious to the fact that Santana was glaring at Quinn with a fierce hatred in her eyes.
"Yes, hello sweetie. Decided to join us, did you?" Quinn smirked, thrusting her hips out, in a very guy-like fashion.
Santana scowled, then turned to her beautiful girl, whispered in her ear, and the smiling blonde bounced off, leaving the other two Cheerios to have at it. "You didn't have to enjoy it that much, blondie." Santana all but growled.
Quinn laughed, "I thought you wanted me to take care of your girl?"
"I did, but now I've changed my mind. I want you to take care of someone else."
"Oh please, S, I think I'm pretty much done here. I did what you wanted, let's just give it up and go home?"
"Oh no, nono Q, we ain't done. Remember you'll do as I want you to tonight, otherwise..." The Latina flicked out her phone from her pocket, twirled it in her hand like it was a revolver, before she pocketed it again.
Quinn arched an eyebrow at the action. "Come on Santana, it's over and done with. Let's just go."
"No, Q. I'm done, but you're gonna stay."
The boy for a night threw her hands up in frustration. "Why? If you're not here, then why should I be?"
"Simple. You had too much fun with this, that wasn't the idea," Santana smirked, her eyes flickering with something akin to cruelty, "You're now gonna go over to the midget and dance with her for the rest of the night." The Latina held up a hand as it looked like Quinn was about to explode with objections. "And if you decide to not do as I say, I'll know. I got eyes and ears everywhere. You know how we call her man hands? What do you think the herd will call you, if they see these pictures?"
Quinn opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it and then closed it for the last time. She had had too much fun, that was the reasoning behind the Latina's new idea, to go over and dance with that... that thing. Punishment, for riling up Brittany. This was ridiculous. Besides, eyes and ears everywhere? Really? The head cheerleader furrowed her brow in thought. The real question right now was if she had the guts to walk away. To just make a joke out of the pictures Santana had on her phone and keep on going as if nothing had ever happened.
She was Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader and the damn Queen of McKinley. She wasn't some second in command, like Santana. But the Latina was hardly just a second in command either... It had just always been like that, the two of them would fight each other for the throne. Quinn had it when she had dated Finn, then Santana had had it when she was with Puck. At the moment it was incredibly delicate, neither of them really had the power, but nor did the other. Ultimately it came down to whether or not Quinn would put up with Santana's bullshit – if she did, the Latina had nothing against just being second. It was just sometimes, sometimes, the Latina had a point to prove – prove that she could take it all away from Quinn if she so wished.
Quinn would fight and claw for her place, but she knew the Latina was a cunning bitch. It was that thought that stayed with her for a while as she simply nodded at Santana. It was better to do as she said now, just let this night fade away and out of memory. "Fine, I'll do it."
Just then Brittany returned with a drink for her and Santana, smiling brightly. "Let's go Britts, I feel like getting my groove on here." So they walked away, pinkies locked, and left Quinn to herself.
The boy for a night adjusted her cap slightly, making sure her hair was still doing as told. Wouldn't do anyone any good if it suddenly came cascading down her shoulders. She took in a deep breath. Okay, go ask treasure trail to dance. How would she go about that. It's not exactly liked she had ever asked a girl to dance. It was usually her that... Quinn arched an eyebrow, smirking. She'd just do as the guys did to her.
Should she be like Finn? Be incredibly dorky and almost trip over her own words? No... That wouldn't do. Like Puck then? Sexual innuendo until RuPaul crumpled? No... that would be a disaster as well. Quinn shook her head, thinking back over the boys that had asked her to dance in the past – not a single one of them had done something she would want to attempt.
That's when Lady Luck cast her favor on the boy for a night – a song that Tina, Rachel and Kurt couldn't resist, started blaring out from the DJ podium. Quinn made a quick decision, it was now or never. Get it over with. Love thy neighbor. Dance with the girl, go home. Love thy neighbor. Dance with the girl, go home, done.
"Just shoot for the stars, if it feels right, and aim for my heart, if you feel like..."
The three Glee clubbers danced around themselves in an odd triangle, when Quinn moved up besides them. No one noticed at first, and the cheerleader waited to make her move.
"But when you're with me, I make you believe, that I got the key."
There. Rachel left an arm hanging in the air after a terrific move – it was but for a few seconds or she would have pulled it back and continued. But Quinn grabbed her hand and spun the brunette into herself, still making sure to keep the cap over her eyes.
"You want to know how to make me smile, take control, own me just for the night. But if I share my secret, you're gonna have to keep it, nobody else can see this."
Rachel gasped at the sudden development. Suddenly she was in someone's arms – fairly strong arms too, she noticed – and that someone was rocking her from side to side. Until the chorus came. She was spun around once more and pulled back by the stranger, her back now to the unknown person behind her. The diva was stunned... momentarily. When the song ended, she did her best to shrug the stranger off and walk back to her friends, who watched her struggles with some amusement on their faces.
"Don't go," an unknown voice husked in her ear. "Stay, dance with me."
Rachel shivered. The stranger's breath sent chills down her spine, not because she was scared, but because she could feel the hot breath on her neck. This was fairly unknown to Rachel, to have someone literally breathing down your neck, and a random guy at the dance hall at that! She had seen it happen to all the pretty girls all the time, they'd be out there dancing and... well, she felt like she was watching the discovery channel at times. But it had never happened to her...
Some random school kid had just suddenly decided he wanted to dance with her, Rachel Berry. Not one of the cheerleaders. Not one of the other popular girls. Not even someone from the damn band – but her. Rachel! "Please..." the whisper was barely audible. But Rachel heard it. Someone wanted her. It was... an odd feeling to say the least. Sure, she'd had a boyfriend, Finn, but that was after a lot of hard work on her part and numerous Glee duets, before he got the idea that she liked him. They had broken up however, when he couldn't quite get his act together and decide between Rachel and Quinn Fabray.
Rachel swallowed a lump, then glanced over at her two friends – Kurt and Mercedes – who were both giving her a big thumbs up, somehow getting why the diva seemed so hesitant. She took their encouragement, angling her head slightly towards the stranger before whispering "Okay..."
Quinn grinned inwardly as she snaked her arms around the tiny brunette's waist and started swaying to the slow rhythm of the song playing. The blonde wasn't entirely sure where to go with this, nor how. But she decided to let the music guide her on – if she could have fun while dancing with Brittany, surely she could have fun with Rachel too. She just had to forget who she was actually dancing with.
To be fair, it wasn't like she knew the brunette very well. Santana and Brittany were in glee club with her and complained about her fairly often, so all she really knew about Rachel, she'd heard from the cheerios.
The tiny brunette in her arms let out a small sigh and rested her head back on Quinn's chest. The blonde looked down at her. Her skin was pretty flawless in this lightning. Her perfume was pretty good too. What an odd thought... Quinn shook her head as the slow song finished and was replaced by one with a stronger beat. Without thinking too much, she let her hands slip down to the diva's hips and let them rest there, as they enjoyed the music and their movements.
It felt different dancing with Rachel than with Brittany, why? She wasn't too sure, but there was something about the smaller woman in near proximity that made Quinn's head spin a little. It was a fairly good spin though, not unpleasant or anything. Quinn smiled to herself. Never in a million years had she thought she'd have a good time with Rachel. Sure, the diva didn't know it was Quinn dancing with her, and sure, Quinn didn't actually know her very much aside from rumors, but still.
An hour and a half later, they were still going at it. They didn't speak, but they got lost in each other and in the music. So when the music finally stopped and the closing of the Dance Hall was imminent, it seemed all too soon for both of them. Quinn blinked and took a step back from the brunette, opening her mouth to speak, but Rachel beat her to it.
"I uhh, had a good time. Thanks..."
Quinn coughed, smiling slightly as she made sure the cap was hiding eyes. "Oh, uhm, no trouble, I guess. I had a good time too."
The diva smiled brilliantly, which in turn, made Quinn's smile bigger too. "It's rare I find myself enjoying being somewhere that's not my home." Rachel let out without thinking, regretting it in the process. She didn't need to spill her guts to some random guy.
The cheerleader's heart went out to the brunette though, for one of the first times ever. Being confronted by the fact that Rachel only really enjoyed her home, not school, was nauseating. Quinn knew she was one of the people making school hell for the diva. Because even though Quinn didn't know the tiny girl, she was just one of those people that were tormented relentlessly by people like Quinn. She had seemed like an easy victim too. So without thinking too much, Quinn put her hand on the diva's cheek, her thumb caressing it gently. "Don't worry about it, truth be told, I enjoy being by myself a lot more than in school too." Quinn confessed, letting out a grin.
Rachel blushed slightly at the touch, averting her eyes. The conversation was at a standstill now, neither of them really knowing what to say. All the while, more and more people were walking out and going home. Mercedes came up behind Quinn, eyeing the diva with a smile on her face before stating, "Rach, about time to go." At the sound of Mercedes voice, Quinn jerked her hand back.
Rachel nodded at her friend, raising her gaze to boy she had been dancing with, wanting so badly to say something but for once, words escaped her.
"Uh, maybe I'll see you around some other time?" Quinn husked out before thinking it through – it wasn't like she'd ever show up at the Dance Hall dressed like this again. To her dismay however, Rachel replied with a "Sure. I'd like that." The brunette began skipping away, but turned around after a few steps. "What's your name anyway?"
Quinn's mind raced. A name? Of course she'd want a name. Of course Quinn should have thought of a name. What would be a good one? Finn? Noah? Kurt? Josh? Seth? Luckily, Quinn recalled a movie she'd seen not too long ago. "It's Skye." She blurted out.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Skye. I'm Rachel. Maybe we'll see each other next Friday?" The tiny brunette beamed, before she went to join her friends on their way home, leaving a dumb-struck blonde behind.
Fuck... Quinn thought, running a hand across her forehead. She's gonna expect to see me... Skye, next Friday. What kinda stupid ass name is that anyway? Oh god, why did I agree to do this again?The cheerleader shook her head, put her hands in her pockets and started to walk home.