If the Roles Were Switched
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, we all know that. If I did lets just say things would be much different.
Quinn walked down the hallway with both Santana and Brittany at either side of her. Everyone parted like the sea as the three of them strutted down the hallway without a passing glance.
Quinn watched out of the corner of her eye as Karofsky threw a purple slushy at Rachel. The girls shocked and purple stained face made Quinn laugh. Both Santana and Brittany looked at what Quinn was laughing at, and both began laughing in a fit of giggles as well.
Shaking her head smiling, Quinn turned to both her best friends. Without a word, Brittany and Santana nodded a farewell as Quinn walked into her Spanish class.
She couldn't get Rachels face out of her head. The brunettes shocked face still replayed in her mind over and over again. If this was anyone but Rachel Berry, then maybe she'd felt a little bad. But since this was Rachel Berry, she couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face.
The bell rang signaling the start of first period, and right on time, Mr. Shuester began his long lecture. As Quinn jotted down notes, she began to feel a slight pain in her stomach. She dismissed it for forgetting to eat breakfast but then the pain started to work its way up to her head.
She nearly screamed in pain, her head felt like it was on fire. Her hands flung to her head, clutching her skull. She started grinding her teeth trying to find the strength to stop the screams coming from her mouth.
Mr. Shue rushed to her side, while the rest of the class were stunned into silence. He was saying something, but she wasn't sure what. All his words came out as jumbles, mixed together sounding as if he were talking in a foreign language. She tried to concentrate on his mouth but it was no use. Her vision was beginning to get fuzzy, and her head still felt as though it was burning a hole through her skull.
Quinn was gasping for air, as it was becoming more and more difficult for her to breathe. Everything was becoming blurrier and blurrier; the room became black.
Pitch black.
She opened her eyes, gasping for air. Quinn looked around frantic, only to find herself in her room under her covers. The blinding pain was gone, thank goodness.
Maybe it was all just a dream?
Glancing at her alarm clock, it showed 7:30 am. Her eyes widened, she quickly got out of bed, put on her cheer leading uniform, fastened her hair in a pony tail and headed down the stairs. Quinn didn't have time to grab anything to eat, she rushed out the front door and into her car.
The drive to McKinley High was fast and silent. Quinn got out of her car and immediately recognized Santana walking in the parking lot only a couple yards away. She ran towards the Latina.
Oddly enough, Santana wasn't dressed in her usual cheer leading uniform. She was wearing tight black skinny jeans, a white V neck, a pair of white vans, and her hair was down in loose curls. Santana looked like an entirely different person.
"Where's your cheerleading uniform S?" frowned Quinn.
Santana turned to her, her smile quickly turning to a frown. "What uniform?"
"You know, your cheer leading uniform. Looks just like the one I'm wearing."
Santana burst out laughing, but when she saw Quinn's serious expression she immediately stopped. "Oh, your actually serious."
"Well yeah, of course I'm serious"
Santana began walking again, making her way up the steps with Quinn following right behind her. "Me, wear that?" She looked at Quinn quizzically. "I'd rather be caught dead, then wear that. You know this Quinn."
Quinn shook her head. "What are you talking about?"
"Q, I'm not a cheerleader. Nor do I ever want to be. No offense to you or anything, but cheerleaders are just girls with big ego's that think they can walk all over everyone."
Quinn stopped, starring at Santana with wide eyes. "What? your not a cheerleader!" she exclaimed.
Santana frowned, moving close to Quinn. "Are you okay Quinn?" she put a hand to Quinn's forehead.
Quinn said simply, "No I don't think I am."
Santana's eyes grew wider. "Q, whats wrong?"
"I-I don't know. Its just that every things so weird—things aren't right."
The Latina latched onto Quinn's arm—something she never did. "Come on, lets get to class. We can talk more about this in there." she smiled.
Just as they began walking someone shoved Santana, making the Latina fall back. Quinn quickly balanced Santana out, and searched for the perpetrator. Her eyes narrowed.
Rachel Berry.
"Watch it, Jerk off!" sneered Rachel as she glanced back at Santana and continued to walk down the hallway.
Quinn blinked, her mouth going slightly ajar. Did she just see what she think she did? Not only did Rachel insult Santana and get away with it, but Rachel freaking Berry was wearing a Cheerios cheer leading uniform. And she didn't look half bad.
"Hey, don't mind her. She's just a jerk. Come on before were late." Santana grabbed Quinn arm and lead her into Mr. Shuester's Spanish class.
Mr. Shue was sitting behind his desk. His hair was short with no curls, it was instead straight with spiky bangs. Santana dragged her along the occupied desks until they were in the back, and greeted by a blonde.
"Finally! I was wondering when you two would show up..." muttered Brittany.
Quinn took a double take; Brittany was dressed in dark blue skinny jeans, a white blouse and a black leather jacket, and black flats. Just like Santana's, her hair was down, but with big, blonde luscious curls.
"Sorry B, but Quinn had a nervous break down."
"I did not!" demanded Quinn, crossing her arms for emphasis.
Santana rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course you didn't. You just forgot that I wasn't a cheerleader ." Quinn sent her daggers with her eyes.
"Wait, what?" asked Brittany.
"Yeah, she asked me where my uniform was." laughed Santana.
Quinn groaned. "Look, it's not my fault that every things off kilter. You must understand that."
"Hold on, whats off kilter?" insisted Brittany.
"Everything! You, Santana, Mr. Shue.. even Rachel!" exclaimed Quinn, flinging her hands in the air.
"Q are you okay?"
"That's exactly what I asked her earlier." sighed Santana.
Quinn could feel the anger building up, "Look, Santana and you should be on the Cheerios. Mr. Shuester should have curly hair and be making us all stop talking, instead of sitting behind his desk reading a magazine! Rachel Berry shouldn't be aloud to wear that uniform, nor be saying insults to you." Rushed Quinn. She had to catch her breath, all this talking was making her feel like Rachel.
"Santana and I aren't really into cheerleading as much as you—"
"Correction, I'm not at all interested in being a cheerleader." smirked Santana.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "You done babe?"
Santana smiled, "Yes."
"Good. Now for Mr. Shue, he cares for nothing else but himself and his looks. He's never had curly hair, and I'm sure he wont be shouting orders at us anytime soon. Rachel, she's the captain of the Cheerios, but you already knew this. She's one of the best, and by that we also mean one of the bitchiest."
Santana snorted. "That's for sure."
Nodding slowly, Quinn turned away from them, looking at the ground. Somethings definitely wrong. This is all probably just a crazy dream, its gotta be. Quinn turned back to Brittany and Santana. "Okay, thanks for reminding me." She had to just act like she remembered everything. Act the part Quinn, act the part.
The bell rang, making everyone jump out of their seats and rush out the door, leaving Quinn to scurry behind.
Brittany kissed Santana goodbye, as the Latina gingerly walked down the hallway. Brittany turned to Quinn smiling, "Ready? Time for English."
Quinn was still in aftershock after the brief kiss the two girls had shared. Last time she checked Brittany was in a relationship with Artie and most certainly not kissing Santana. Quinn inhaled a breath of fresh air, clearing her facial features. "Yes, I'm ready."
They were only a couple feet away from their English class, when they were stopped by the one and only, Rachel Berry.
The short brunette looked up and down at Quinn, before licking her lips. "Don't forget practice is after school today, instead of at five." Rachel then glanced over at Brittany, wrinkling her nose. "I see your still hanging out with the trash, Quinn. Someone will soon slushy her, I'll make sure of it."
"Excuse me?" asked Quinn, taken aback.
Rachel turned back to Quinn. "You heard me." she paused, rolling her eyes. "Are you always this stupid or are you just making a special effort today."
Quinn scoffed, she did not just call me stupid. "Look Treasure trail—"
"What did you just call me?" Sneered Rachel, taking a step toward Quinn.
Quinn ignored the interruption. "You don't get to slushy anyone, including my friends."
Rachel snorted, "I can do whatever the hell I want, Fabray. You of all people know that."
What was up with people saying that? Quinn shook her head. "No you can't. Just because you may wear that uniform, doesn't make you any better then those Glee kids."
"Glee kids?" Rachel laughed mockingly. "They've been disbanded for months. In fact I was the one that disbanded them, with the help of Coach Sylvester of course."
"What?" whispered Quinn. Glee was over? Disbanded?
Rachel took another step towards Quinn, invading her personal space. "I can take that uniform away just as fast as I gave it too you. So I suggest you stop talking to me in this manner. Or I'll make sure yourthe one being slushied and thrown into dumpsters." Her brown eyes glared right into Quinn's. The brunette turned on her heel, walking away. Quinn couldn't help but look down catching Rachel's uniform swishing with each step, it was to much for her to take. Rachel did have nice legs, wait what? I did not just say that..
"Thanks for that." said Brittany with a sad smile.
"Of course, no one gets to talk to my friends like that." Quinn paused, "Expectually not Treasure Trail."
"Why do you keep calling her that?" asked Brittany, biting her lip to hold in a laugh. "Your lucky she didn't run you into the lockers."
"What else am I to call her?" Smiled Quinn. "Plus I'd like to see her try to run me into those lockers."