A/N: This is from an older prompt at the Glee Kink Meme. The original prompt was:
Rachel and Quinn wake up and their bodies are switched. Quinn gets really angry that she's in "manhands' " body, but gets really curious.
It's rated M for later chapters. I don't expect this to be very long. Maybe five chapters at the most. We'll see how things go, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters mentioned in this story.
Rachel Berry wakes up everyday at six a.m., no matter what. This day is no exception, though she was slightly confused when she didn't hear her alarm clock go off. She made a mental note to have one of her dads replace it before she opened her eyes.
The light rose patterned wallpaper that greeted her made her to do a double take. It was a far cry from her bright yellow, Broadway poster adorned décor, and she didn't like it. She's about to scream out for her fathers, and demand to know how and why they chose to redecorate her room while she was sleeping, when strands of blonde hair covered her eyes.
Her eyes widened and she jumped out of bed. She noticed as she was scurrying across the room towards the mirror, that the room she was in wasn't even hers. Horrible scenarios where various Broadway stars had kidnapped her, dyed her hair to change her appearance, and hid her away somewhere so she couldn't outshine them, quickly flashed through her mind.
When she got to the mirror and stared at the reflection, she quickly closed her eyes, and reopened them. After she had done this for the fifth time without a different result, she let out a loud, over dramatic scream.
Her hand reached up and touched the porcelain skin that certainly didn't belong to her. She traced the perfect nose and pouty lips, which also weren't hers. "Oh my God," she muttered under her breath.
There was a light tap on the bedroom door. "Quinnie?"
Rachel gasped. She'd only met Quinn's mother once, but she immediately recognized her voice. She chose to keep quiet, in hopes that the other woman would just go away.
She wasn't so lucky.
"Quinnie, honey I heard a scream. Are you alright?"
"Yes, Mom, I'm fine." It was strange for Rachel to hear Quinn's voice when she spoke.
"Okay, hurry up and get ready for school."
Rachel let out a sigh of relief when she heard retreating footsteps.
She was in Quinn Fabray's body. She knew she had to find Quinn. If she told anyone else about this they would surely send her to that mental institution in Columbus. That was going to be her first mission of the day: Find Quinn…or was she looking for herself? She quickly shook her head and decided now was not the time to worry about the specifics.
Quinn's Cheerios uniform was hanging on the back of her door, and Rachel grabbed it, knowing that the blonde was forced to wear it everyday. She pulled open a few drawers until she found the one containing Quinn's bras and underwear. Her face turned beet red as she grabbed the first pair she could find. She couldn't help but feel as though she were completely invading Quinn's privacy.
Rachel quickly got dressed, and made sure she kept her eyes closed, making sure she didn't get a glimpse of Quinn's unmentionables. As she was doing so, she couldn't help but wonder how the blonde was treating her body.
Aint nothin' gonna break my stride,
Nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no,
I've got to keep on movin'
Aint nothin' gonna walk such ground, oh no,
I've got to keep on movin'.
Quinn groaned and shot up in bed when she heard the obnoxious song blaring. She opened her eyes, only to be met with more darkness. When she reached up to her face and felt an unfamiliar silk material, she ripped it off. She stared down at the sleep mask that was covered with what had to be hundreds of rhinestones. It was definitely not something she would ever consider owning.
The sleep mask became the least of her worries when she looked around and noticed the obnoxious bright quilt that was covering her, and the painfully bright yellow walls.
"Where the hell am I?"
She jumped out of the bed and ran across the room, in the hopes that she would find some sort of escape route. She stopped in her tracks when she ran passed the mirror and saw a blur of tan skin and dark hair.
"No," she said as she was met with dark, wide eyes that belonged to who she considered to be the most obnoxious person in Lima, Ohio, and possibly the entire planet. "No, no, no, no."
She licked her lips as her eyes scanned Rachel's toned body. What? No, she most definitely didn't think Rachel's body was toned. Between the manhands and treasure trail, it was absolutely disgusting.
How the hell had this happened? Quinn thought that she must have been dreaming, it was the only explanation. She roughly pinched the tan arm, and gasped a little at the pain. Maybe this was just a really vivid dream?
"Good Morning, Pumpkin-Munchkin!" A tall dark skinned man said as he walked into the room. "Whenever you're ready, Dad and I have your favorite tofu scramble waiting for you downstairs."
Quinn managed to smile and gave him a slight nod. She stiffened when he pulled her into a hug before he left.
She pinched the unfamiliar arm once again, only to get the same result. She clearly wasn't dreaming, and her mind couldn't even begin to process the fact that she, Quinn Fabray was imprisoned in Rachel Berry's body. She jumped a little when Defying Gravity began to play.
"Hello?" she said as she flipped the rhinestone covered phone open.
"Quinn? This is Rachel Berry. I'm not sure if you've noticed or not but-"
"Of course I noticed. How could I not notice that I've suddenly become trapped in the body of a dwarf man?"
"I suggest we meet up immediately, Quinn, and try to resolve this…this issue."
Hearing Rachel's obnoxious voice come out when she spoke, and hearing her voice speak in the obnoxious way that Rachel does was almost too strange for her to handle. "What the hell did you do, Berry? Is this one of your Carrie, witchcraft tricks?"
"Quinn! I've already assured all of you in Glee Club that my sixth sense is nothing to be scared of."
"Then how do you explain this?"
"I don't know, I can't. I'm just as confused and scared as you are. Like I said before, I think we should meet and come up with a plan."
"A plan to what, kill you?"
"I'm afraid if you killed me, you'd be killing yourself, and you'd end up trapped in my body forever."
Quinn sighed; she knew Rachel had a point. "Meet me in the girls locker room in twenty minutes."
After eating some fruit for breakfast, Rachel did her best to avoid Quinn's mother. She wasn't entirely sure what the dynamics of their relationship were, and she didn't want to mess anything up. She only hoped that Quinn was treating her body and family with the same respect.
She adjusted the seat of Quinn's red sports car, and as she drove to school she tried to think about how this could have happened. Was the universe trying to teach her some sort of lesson? Perhaps it was Quinn's lesson to learn, and she was just a part of it.
While sitting at a particularly long stoplight, she brought her hand up to her mouth as she thought back to the night before.
Rachel sat on her porch swing, all bundled up with a cup of hot chocolate. Normally this was an activity she did with Finn, but now she was forced to do it alone after their breakup earlier in the week.
Making out with Puck had been a mistake, she realized that. But, if Finn hadn't slept with Santana she wouldn't have been put in that position. She couldn't help but wonder how different her life would be if she were as hot as Santana. Maybe Finn would have gotten with her years ago. The whole Baby-Gate scandal could have possibly been avoided. So many things would have been different. Everything would probably have been so much better, and easier.
She closed her eyes tight when she saw a shooting star. "I wish I was just like Santana or Quinn Fabray."
The car behind her honked, and Rachel realized her light had turned green a long time ago. She took her time driving to the school, and made up a quick pros and cons list in her head, in an attempt to determine if she should tell Quinn the truth behind their predicament or not.