Better Than Revenge, a glee fanfic

It's not my best work, but I was listening to Taylor Swift's "Better Than Revenge" and I couldn't help but picture Quinn and Rachel singing it. So here's the result of that. Just a one-shot.

Two weeks ago

"Mr. Schue, in the spirit of this week's assignment to sing a song that represents how we're feeling, Quinn and I have prepared a number that seems to sum up exactly how we're feeling right now," Rachel said.

"Of course, Quinn, Rachel, you have the floor."

(Quinn) (Rachel) (Both)

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer and
I had it all I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him alone and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from

She's not a saint
And she's not what you think
She's and actress whoa

She's better known
For the things that she does
On the mattress whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge

She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever-present frown is a little troubling
She thinks I'm psycho cause I like to rhyme her name with things

But sophistication isn't what you wear or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
They wouldn't teach you that it prep school so it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

She's not a saint
And she's not what you think
She's an actress whoa
She's better known
For the things that she does
On the mattress whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys
On the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge

I'm just another thing for you
To roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him but haven't you heard
I'm just another thing for you
To roll your eyes at, honey
You might have him but I always get the last word

Whoa

Do you still feel like you know what you're doing
Cause I don't think you do, no
Do you still feel like you know what you're doing
I don't think you do
I don't think you do
Let's hear the applause
Come on show me how much better you are

So you deserve some applause, cause you're so much better
She took him faster than you could say "sabotage"

"It's on Treasure Trail," Quinn said.

Present Day

It had been a constant back and forth between Quinn and Rachel, pulling pranks on each other, keeping Finn away from the other. It had gotten to the point where Finn was actively avoiding both girls. They were acting crazy and he wanted no part of it. He thought that he would be better off dating Kurt than either of them, despite the fact that he was straight and Kurt was his stepbrother. Not that he intended to date Kurt.

It was a Friday, when Quinn and Rachel stumbled upon each other in the girls bathroom, neither having prepared for such and encounter and therefore both found themselves armed with nothing but their words.

"What do you want Manhands?" Quinn said as she stepped towards the sink. She was frustrated with this whole revenge thing. They were both stubborn, and neither of them would back down, and she was running out of new things to do to the brunette.

Rachel felt similarly, only she had the insight of realizing that they were no longer fighting over Finn. She had noticed that Finn wasn't willingly hanging out anywhere near her or Quinn. Now it was just a battle of wills. But Rachel didn't want to fight Quinn anymore.

"Something better than revenge," Rachel whispered, more to herself than to Quinn, but Quinn had heard it nonetheless.

Quinn would be lying if she said the diva's comment hadn't intrigued her, but for the sake of her façade, she would pretend it hadn't.

"What did you say?" Quinn said, getting in Rachel's face.

"Let's be honest," Rachel said, "Finn doesn't want to be seen with either of us anymore. He's been passed between us so many times, and I want better than this, better than him. And we both deserve better."

"What are you saying?" Quinn said softly.

"I'm saying that I want…"

"What do you want?"

Rachel looked into Quinn's hazel eyes, and moved her face closer to hers until their lips were mere millimeters apart.

"You," Rachel whispered before letting her lips collide with Quinn's.

It was like fireworks, so much better than their kisses with Finn or Puck had been. Quinn pushed Rachel against the wall, never disentangling their lips. Rachel's hands were embedded in Quinn's hair. They only broke apart when they ran out of air.

"Wow," Quinn said, resting her forehead on the smaller girl's.

"Yeah, wow," Rachel said, panting heavily.

"You were right," Quinn said.

Rachel looked into Quinn's eyes, silently asking her what she was referring to.

Quinn smirked. "So much better than revenge," she said before reattaching her lips to the brunette's.