Moore Info: Disclaimer; Ryan Murphy and Fox own Glee and it's characters. I do not. However, I do own any original characters used in this story.

- I wrote this fic when I was just baby Rae. I barely knew what the hell I was doing when I wrote as The Official Ninja; so I just stopped, and when I felt I had grown enough I started writing again as Rae Moore.

- I decided to edit and move the two fics from my old account to this one when I felt I could go back to updating it, which I will try to do one of these days.

- If you've read this before, there are a few changes made.


Chapter One

The weekend was Quinn's favorite out of the whole seven days. What made it even better was that she had Fridays off, making it an epic three day weekend for her.

She didn't have to worry about waking up at five in the morning to make that two hour drive to her job in the city before traffic set in. No, during the weekend it was Quinn time; a time where she got to sleep in, wear her favorite raggedy sweats, and pig out on her comfortable couch while having a non-stop Call Of Duty marathon.

Yep, Quinn time was the best time and she wished it were Quinn time all the time. So when her twin brother Charlie interrupted her Quinn time, she was more than pissed to say the least.

Her brother was a talent scout for Island records. He went all over the nation to find the next Rihanna or Justin Bieber. He was so driven to be the best –to discover the best– that he would often put his fiancé of two (almost three) years, who also happened to be s Multi-Tony and Grammy winning artist, on the back burner.

It wasn't uncommon for him to forget important milestones in their relationship, like their anniversary for example.

Which brought Quinn to her current predicament.

"You want me to what!" Quinn yelled into her iPhone, almost choking on the Cheeto that was now stuck to her bottom lip. She always knew her brother was kind of douchey, but this was a new low even for him.

She wasn't sure how to take it.

"Please Quinn! It will only be for a few days. After that, you can leave and never have to see her until the wedding." Charlie Fabray begged his sister. He needed her to agree to this or he'd loose a great artist for the label.

There's no way in hell I'm staying as a low-level talent scout. This could be my big break. He thought with a strong grip to his phone.

"Charlie, we're not talking about me just flying to New York in order to keep your fiancé company while you go off and discover the world; but you actually have the balls to suggest I do some Zack and Cody shit! And pretend to be you just so I can take your girlfriend out –on not just some stroll into the city, but you actually want me to take her out on your ANNIVERSARY!

"I mean, what kind of fucked up shit is that." Quinn yelled again as she stood up from her couch, dropping the puffed Cheetos that were in her lap and onto the floor, her game of Call of Duty forgotten. How could her brother suggest such a thing? Better yet, how could he do this to Rachel?

Sure she's never met the woman, but no one deserved to be lied to like Charlie was planning to do.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know it sounds bad, but I've got this girl down here in Houston –amazing pipes I'm telling you Quinn! I need her to sign, but the girl wont budge. If I pass this opportunity up, I'll never forgive myself. And I f you don't do this for me, Rachel will leave me. She said so herself." Charlie said, throwing in that last sentence in order to reel in some sympathy points.

Besides, there will be other anniversaries. I don't see why this even has to be a problem. Charlie thought.

"You owe me one anyways, Quinn. You do this for me and I wont ask you for anything else." Well that's a lie, but what she doesn't know, wont hurt her.

Quinn gave a reluctant sigh as she considered her brothers words. As much as she hated to admit it; she did owe him. That was something he was always quick to remind her of.

Her and Charlie have always been different –much to her parents dismay– but they were the same when it came to one thing, their anatomy…well, kind of. She was born with a fully functioning penis, and for the first thirteen years of her life, she was Quinn, twin son of Russell and Judy Fabray. No one knew that she was a girl until she hit puberty, when she unexplainably started to grow breast.

To say everyone in the Fabray family was surprised was a total understatement; it was a damn near apocalypse.

While Charlie thought it was cool that he got to be big brother (even though Quinn was the oldest by three minuets) to his new sister, their parents thought otherwise. Her father even went as far as to suggest they sign Quinn up for surgery to make her a boy for good, thankfully but her mother stopped Russell from delving further into that idea.

Quinn has never been more grateful to her mother than at that moment.

So, Judy and Russell decided on the next best thing; they moved them and their kids to Lima Ohio –the middle of fucking no where. Once they settled into Lima, her parents began to treat her differently. They never really acknowledge her unless there were other high class families present. And when those same families, they were always quick to remind her how much of an abomination she was.

If it hadn't been for her brother she most likely would have killed herself while in her teens; she was sure of it. But alas, he somehow convinced her not to, leaving her to go through out each day still very much alive and still very much depressed.

The only thing that seemed to numb everything at the time was Fight Clubs and alcohol. They had been the perfect solution to her problems –or so she had thought.

Shortly after they moved to Lima, Quinn met Lima's resident badass (his words) Noah Puckerman, who quickly became her best friend. Puck had been a bad influence on her and she knew it from the start. He was the type of person her father complained about, and the kind her mother gossiped about with her church group.

Puck's father had ran off with some one eyed hooker the summer before Quinn and her family had arrived, leaving him to take care of his pregnant mother at fifteen. He didn't have much money, but what he did get he got from placing bets on caged fights. And then, later on, competing in the fights himself in which he quickly pulled Quinn into, marking the start of her illegal career as Quinn 'the Jaguar' Fabray.

She had loved every second of it.

The rush of adrenaline that would flow through her body while trying to duck and dodge quick and wild hands, or kicks, made her feel alive...but would almost cost her life.

"Quinn? You still there?" Charlie asked as he impatiently checked his Rolex for the time. He had a flight to Houston to catch and this was taking longer than he thought.

Quinn, who had been lost in her memories, had momentarily forgotten she was on the phone with her brother. She blinked back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm still here." Quinn said lowly into the phone, looking over and at her flat screen, in which was mounted on her wall, to see her avatar get shot in the head.

Damn Chinese kid! Doesn't he have better things to do than to constantly quick scope me in the head? With a renewed sense of duty, Quinn plopped back onto her couch and jumped back into the game, only one insurgent in mind.

"So you'll do it right? You'll pretend to be me and save my relationship?" Charlie asked with false hopefulness in his voice as he made his way through the crowded airport. At this point he really didn't care if she said yes or no. He was only with the brunette because of the money and fame she had recently acquired. And it didn't hurt that being with her made him look good to his bosses.

Besides, if I play my cards right I'll be landing me a southern bell. He thought with a smirk.

"Yeah, whatever." Quinn answered after a long, exaggerated sigh. As soon as those words left her mouth, regret entered her. But as fast as it came, it went. Ha! I got your ass now kid! A headshot and I stole your fucking flag!

"Yes! Thanks Quinn, you're really saving my ass with this one!" Charlie told Quinn as he finally approached his gate.

"Yeah, yeah." she replied with distracted tone, her eyes glued to her video game.

"Look , Quinn. My flight was just called so I've got to go, but I'll have Tina take care of your ticket to New York. Rachel wont be there until Monday night –she said something about a gay parade with her makeup artist or something, but you should be able to have the house to yourself for a little while until she shows up." He rushed out.

"Listen, I really need to go now. Call Tina if you need anything, OK? Bye!" He hung up, the dial tone promptly taking his place.

Why do I keep letting him do this to me? Quinn asked herself with a heavy sigh as she continued to play her game.

Because you owe him. Her inner Quinn replied.

Yes, but when will I finally pay all of my debt to him?

He did say this would be the last time.

But this is Charlie we're talking about. There won't be a last time. With another sigh, Quinn turned off her phone and tossed it towards the other end of her couch. I'll be damned if another person interrupts Quinn time for some stupid shit. And with that, Quinn returned all of her focus back to the intense game of capture the flag. AsianInvasion625, I'm coming for your ass!

...

It was three in the morning when Quinn finally decided to call it quits in her epic Call of Duty marathon. She was tired and needed some sleep in order to recharge all the energy it took to hand AsianInvasion625's ass to him.

Ha! He didn't even know what hit him. Quinn thought with a big yawn.

This was her life and what she looked forward to when Fridays came rolling around.

She had a crappy job of driving arrogant ass people (who reminded her too much of her parents) around in limos. Majority of the people she drove all seemed to think that just because she drove them around, that she was also to be their hired slave. They had her do things that didn't even relate to driving, like; holding shopping bags while they shopped, or siting parked in some mansions driveway with their bad ass kids while they cheated on their spouse just inside. Now, normally she liked kids, but not if they almost cause a high speed chase with the cops.

Even so, she sucked it up and endured the heavy bags of shoes, and the nasty, germ ridden snot that caused her way too many colds, only for the extra cash that came her way.

Yeah, so I can spend it on the latest kick ass game!

Quinn stood up from the couch with a back popping stretch before walking over to her baby –her PS4– and turning her off before lazily walking towards her bedroom.

Remembering that she was supposed to receive an email from Charlie's assistant, she decided to check her inbox before heading to bed. After scrolling through spam mail that claimed to make her penis larger (not that she needed it), she finally found the email she'd been expecting.

Quinn,

Your plane leaves at Noon, Monday evening. Once you land, a town car will be waiting for you to take you to their house. And no, you can't get out of it.

Clothes won't be necessary as Charlie has decided to grant you access to his closet. He wants you to look and act as close to him as possible, so don't fuck this up –his words to you.

If you have any questions regarding your assignment, please do not hesitate to call or text me.

Good luck.

Tina Cohen-Chang

Jeeze, Tina makes it sound like I'm on a damn mission. The only thing that was missing was a weapons report and the words, 'Be safe Agent Fabray...and try not to go in guns blazing this time, won't you?'

Quinn sighed as she turned off her laptop before diving into her queen sized bed with a flop.

That email made the whole situation that much more real.

She'd like to think that out of her whole family, she was the more human one with all the mistakes she's made. But this whole Opertion: The Switch thing was starting to make her feel kind of shitty.

However, even so, she was going to continue on. After all, she owed it to her little big brother with all the shit he covered and did for he. Without him she'd probably be in a jail somewhere, and if not that, dead.

Charlie helped her back onto her feet after she finished running away from her problems, and for that she would be forever grateful to him, but how many times did he really expect her to repay her debt? She was starting to get tired of it all.

...

Rachel has been in San Francisco for a week with her best friend Kurt for the Pride parade he had all but begged her to attend. She didn't mind so much, after all both of her parents were gay men, but she really did wonder how many Pride parades she'd end up attending in her life time.

Toady was the last full day she would spend in California before she was to board a plane for New York, with Tuesday being her and her fiancé's three year anniversary.

On their first anniversary, her boyfriend had forgotten about it all together, leaving her to dine alone in a elegant restaurant and looking completely stupid as the waitress assigned to her table continued to ask if she were ready to order. After that night, she had been pissed; even going a whole two months without answering any of his phone calls or text messages because of it.

It wasn't until after he showed up at her house in the pouring rain to sing horribly to some love song he played from his car before asking her to marry him (without getting down on one knee, but she decided to over look that) did she forgive him in the form of accepting his proposal, despite the small feeling of wrongness she had felt upon doing so.

But for the past year and a half, he's been even more absent from her life, leaving her to celebrate every award win with her friends while he only sent her a congratulatory bouquet of flowers, along with a card that had no other personal message than 'good job' and 'sorry I couldn't make it.' Instead, he chose to chase after the future talent of tomorrow rather than her love, and she was about fed up with him constantly choosing his job over her.

This was his last chance.

Before leaving for San Francisco, Charlie had once again tried to get out of their anniversary, claiming that he was on the verge of discovering some artist who was supposed to be the next Amy Winehouse. Rachel didn't really care about the artist, because as of right now she only cared to know if her boyfriend still cared about their pending marriage.

However, even so, she still allowed him to leave on his trip to Houston just last weeks, but not without an ultimatum; he had to be back before she came home Monday night or else she'd leave him without shedding a single tear...Ok, she'd maybe dry-heave a little while she fanned at her watery eyes, but that was all she was affording him!

"Rachel, honey? Are you ready?" Kurt asked Rachel as he diligently tried to fix his already perfect hair while looking into the floor to ceiling mirror that was in Rachel's upgraded hotel room.

You never know who a boy might meet. He thought with a flirty wink to himself.

Finally satisfied with his impeccable hair, he turned toward the unresponsive brunette to see the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with her engagement ring while and lost in deep thought.

He hated seeing his best friend like this. He wished she would just leave her douche bag of a fiancé without so much as an explanation. But with Rachel being Rachel, she was all about forgiveness and second chances –which he himself had benefited from, however her bastard boyfriend had a chance too many. Kurt thought as he sat himself down beside Rachel, who finally acknowledge him when she felt the bed shift.

"You know, if you would just leave him you wouldn't have to feel this way." he told her gently, placing his hands on top of Rachel's, stopping her fidgety hands.

"Kurt, we spoke of this. And besides, I doubt he'll even be there when I get back. He loves his job more than me after all, but I just have to see if he for once put me first. It couldn't hurt right?" Rachel asked Kurt with pleading eyes, wanting her friend to understand.

Kurt had always hated the guy ever since he met him. He didn't know what it was that made him instantly dislike the guy, whom at the time appeared to be charming, but a little voice in the back of his head told him not to trust Charlie Fabray –and so he didn't.

It was times like these that he really whished that Charlie would open his weasel like eyes and see the greatest woman he'd ever have in his pathetic little life. But seeing how things were going with those twos relationship, he'd be shocked as hell if the man was actually there when they got back tomorrow.

It was why he had his roommate Mercedes go out and prepare the Rachel edition of their trusted Depressed Divas Kit for when they flew back. The Kit consisted of a ton of Vegan ice cream, cheetah print sunggies, and the watching of Funny Girl, the Notebook, and Pretty woman well into the night.

Maybe she'll let us pick the movies this time? Kurt thought hopefully. There was only so much of Pretty Woman he could watch, and that was coming from a gay man.

"Come on Rach, let's go before we miss your favorite; Dikes on Bikes." Kurt teased as he excitedly hopped off the bed, trying to bring the spirit of Pride back into the room.

"Actually Kurt, my favorite are the ever fierce drag Queens, thank you very much." Rachel said with a smile on her face.

"Well then, we mustn't keep the royals waiting. Shall we?" Kurt asked, his bent elbow stuck out in waiting for Rachel, who quickly likened arms with her , in her opinion, gay husband.

I can do this. Rachel thought. This day is supposed to be filled with fun, not with thoughts of Charlie.

"We shall, Kurt. We shall." And with that, they both skipped merrily out of Rachel's hotel room and down the hall while singing I'm Coming Out at the top of their lungs as they passed laughing couples, who were also on their way to pride.

I can do this.


Moore Info: Will be posting the other four chapters once they are edited.