AN: Okay, so anyone seen 'Little Black Boot'? Yeah this is basically based on that. For those who haven't seen it; it's a 12 minute short, Jane Lynch is in it. Basically like Cinderella, but about two girls and one of them disguises them self as a boy for their prom. If you want to see it you can watch it at veoh . com I think it's still there

If you go watch it now, it's going to make the fic look even crappier but it's up to you :P

AN2: so this works; it's an AU reverse type world. Rachel is the head cheerio and prom queen, Quinn is the punk/loser

So yeah... here we go


Little Black... Converse?

"Hey Quinnie- wait! just one minute" Judy yelled to her daughter as she tried to make a quick escape to the front door

"Mom, I'm going to be late" she tried to excuse herself

"Look at the state of you" her mother sighed "When are you going to sort out your hair?" she ruffled it with her hand (well she couldn't possibly mess it up even more)

"Look you already talked me out of the nose piercing I'm keeping the pink hair. Can I go now?"

"You're a mess, you should really take some more pride in your appearance" she said irritated, continuing to basically ignore what her daughter was saying

"I gotta go" Quinn sighed pulling herself away from her.

She finally reached the front door and slipped out, avoiding more confrontation.

...

As she wandered across the courtyard to join her friends, she saw posters everywhere. Posters for their Junior prom. She and her best friend Kurt had already decided they weren't going to.

The posters made her sick to her stomach. Was everything revolved such a stupid ritual. 'Who cares?' She thought to herself '...everyone obviously'

"If I see one more poster about prom I'll puke" she huffed as she reached her few friends

Kurt rolled his eyes "Then start barfing sweetheart because they are everywhere" He wasn't stupid; he knew why she was sick of all this prom talk. It was the same reason he was sick of it

She surveyed the courtyard; everyone was talking excitedly about the event. Including a certain someone who always caught her eye; Rachel Berry, head Cheerio. What a cliché for her to fall for someone who didn't know she existed.

"Are we like the only two people that aren't going?" She couldn't believe that there were only two of them who wouldn't be going

"More power to us" You see; Kurt was against prom for a lot of reasons, he disguised it with reasoning like 'it was a social event surrounding a popularity contest and the entire thing was completely ridiculous'

"More power to us" Quinn echoed dryly. How could they make a stand, they were just two people. There wasn't really a point to it all. If they didn't care, no one would care, no one would notice.

Enough people were already going, 2 being absent would hardly dent the attendance records enough to have all future proms cancelled.

Their silent protest was... pointless. What was the point though, in making such a big deal out of their junior prom... maybe it made more sense for their Senior Prom, when they'd be graduating that year, but this was just an excuse for a party

That wasn't really why they were protesting the popularity contest, the whole thing had become, though. No, it was that no one had asked either of them. They were both gay and they knew if they showed up with same sex dates (if they could find anyone) they'd be targets for the football team and the Cheerios for the rest of their time at McKinley.

Obviously it was somewhat more obvious Kurt was gay but he found that staying quiet (even if he didn't want to) worked out for the best

You could ask why didn't they go with each other but then they'd be compromising, compromising to fit in and they didn't want to do that, so they'd hide and call it a protest.

Quinn was torn from her thoughts when she heard obnoxious yelling from the other side of the courtyard

"Rachel! Rach"

"What Finn" Rachel snapped turning away from her friends to look in the general direction of the tall boy

"Would you rather be ugly or a slut?" What kind of question was that? Finn really was the definition of idiot. Everyone could tell he had his eye on Rachel Berry, head cheerio, but that wasn't the way to get her attention... nor any other girls attention really.

"Ugly" She decided rather quickly

"Ugly as a dog? Who would want to look at you?" He scoffed, his football buddies round him laughing along

"Thankfully not you, Finn" She casually called back before turning to her friends and sharing a giggle at the look on the boys face at her rejection

Quinn smiled to herself too... it didn't go completely unnoticed by a Kurt

...

Later that evening and Quinn found herself eating dinner with her parents. Her mom sat on her left at one end of the table her dad on her right at the other end of the table.

Somehow, despite Quinn being the only child sat there at the dinner table, the conversation revolved around, you guessed it: Prom. The Junior Prom for McKinley was that night and she wasn't going and that was what her parents were talking about. She would have laughed if it wasn't so sickening and irritating

She couldn't escape it at school and she couldn't escape it at home. She just pushed the food around her plate as her mom and dad went on a slightly nostalgic rant

"It's okay if no one asked you to the prom Quinnie. It doesn't make you a-" Judy cut herself off and momentarily returned her attention to her food

"When we were at prom" her father started "there were girls who didn't go, remember honey?"

"Yes, there was, for instance, this girl in a wheel chair" Judy perked up and agreed

"She was a very nice girl" Russell added as if it made their discriminating attitudes acceptable

"Yes, she was. And no one asked her" Quinn just listened, what was the point in saying anything her parents would just ramble on "then there was this girl who just didn't want to go but I think she turned out schizophrenic, of course we didn't know at the time"

"There was a girl with tourettes in our high school. Obvious why she didn't go to prom" Judy stifled her chuckle for a second before Russell laughed encouraging his wife

She knew, she knew that they knew. They looked at her as if there was something wrong with her, the same way they looked down on those girls.

They thought that they could look down on those girls because of their disabilities, and they thought of her in the same way. They thought it was wrong, and related, so they could look down on her the same way

She was sure they'd never say anything, if she told them who she really was, she was also fairly sure they wouldn't do anything at all. They wouldn't kick her out because they liked having that control over her life

...

Quinn was relieved when her parents went out later that night. She want to her room turned the music up loud and let herself get lost as the time went by... well that was the plan.

"Right, get up" Kurt stepped into her bedroom startling her slightly. She jumped of the bed and shut the music off before turning to her best friend who was suspiciously holding a white plastic bag and a long black suit bag

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sick of seeing you look so miserable; I know you want to go to the prom" She didn't need to ask how he got in, she'd given him a spare key ages ago

"No I don't" she shook her head before sitting down on her bed again

He sighed before hanging the suit bag on the back of Quinn's bedroom door, dropping the bag on her desk and taking a seat next to her on the bed

"I know you do really... I do too. But we can't dance with the people we want to... well I can't but maybe you could"

She slowly looked up at him. Meeting his eyes with a creased brow "How, exactly?"

"We could disguise you as a boy"

She just laughed to herself "Really, Kurt, that's your big idea?"

"It's perfect. I got you a blonde hair dye so we can re-dye your hair and then you can wear one of my suits"

Now she looked even more sceptical "No offence Kurt but your clothes are a bit... flamboyant"

"No one of the ones my dad bought me before I really came out to him" he walked over and unzipped the bag showing her the plain yet modern and fashionable black suit "What do you think?"

"Could it really work?" Quinn was asking herself as much as she was asking Kurt that question

"We won't know unless we try right?"

She thought for a second, glancing between the suit and her best friend. She then nodded as a genuine smile grew on her face.

...

It didn't take as long as they thought to re-dye her hair back to a colour similar to the real blonde she was. They combed it and gelled it back to smarten it too. The suit didn't look too bad with one of her own plain white shirts. They decided to bind her chest to flatten it. It would only help with the disguise

She kept imagining if people found out what she was doing they'd burn her like a witch so she really would put in all the effort she could.

All in all she pulled off looking like a guy, not bad. She looked at herself in the long mirror. Kurt standing behind her peering over her shoulder

"Whoa" She breathed to herself, surprised that she didn't look too bad. She looked like a guy... maybe a slightly shrimpy feminine guy... but still a guy

"I'd go out with you" Kurt said seriously

"Really?" she asked in a girly high pitched voice for some humour

"Yeah" he answered

"I'm flattered Kurt but I'm not really your type" he just rolled his eyes before chuckling lightly "I don't get it... how do I act?" she asked suddenly unsure of her attitude

"... just be yourself" Kurt decided. His friend wasn't the girliest of girls anyway

"Um what about my shoes" She looked down at the scruffy classic converse

"No one's going to be looking at your feet" he assured her "Now" he took a flask out of his jacket that he'd left on her bed "here, just in case you get too nervous to ask someone to dance" he chuckled

"Um, thanks" she took the flask and tucked it into the inside pocket of her suit jacket "Wait, how am I going to get there?"

"I've got a car you can borrow" he told her

"Really? Wow you thought of everything" she chuckled

.

When they got outside Kurt presented her with a hideous Orange bug

"No offense but what the heck is this?" she wanted to yell

"My dad's been working on this car, the owner is picking it up tomorrow, so it has to be back by 1 when the auto security system comes on and I won't be able to switch it off until 7. So it has to be back by then"

"We could get in so much trouble"

"You need a car, I got you one" he explained "Just promise you'll return it to me on time"

"I will" she pulled out her phone "I'll set an alarm on my phone for midnight okay?"

"Good" he nodded taking a nervous breath for his friend "well break a leg" he grinned before hugging her.

"Thank you Kurt... for everything" she smiled before grabbing the car keys from him, getting in the car and driving away

He watched her go with a look familiar to pride on his face.

...

Quinn arrived more than fashionably late, just in time to see the crowning of the prom King and Queen

"And this year's prom King is..." was there really a need for a dramatic pause they all knew who it'd be "Finn Hudson" See of course it was going to be the quarter back of the football team "And this year's prom Queen..." oh please, again there was no guessing it was going to be- "Rachel Berry" there was applause as the two got their stupid plastic crowns "And now the King and Queen will share a dance"

Quinn watched subtly from the far side of the room as Rachel was yanked down from the stage and the music began. The blonde in disguise just watched Rachel... it was obvious she was uncomfortable. Finn was pushing himself, grinding even, against the smaller girl, Rachel tried to lean away while he kept a firm possessive grip on her wrists. He leant in to try and kiss her, Quinn didn't hear what was said but she saw the short brunette push the tall man child away.

Seeing Finn like that all over the girl Quinn desired got her worked up, she decided to distance herself again before she might try something she'd really regret.

She ended up near the entrance to the hall taking a subtle sip of the flask that Kurt had leant her.

She didn't see Rachel approach a group of girls near to where Quinn herself was standing, not until she heard that distinct sweet and yet powerful voice.

Rachel was complaining to her friends, Santana, Brittany, Mercedes and Tina... yeah that was the group the head cheerio would usually hang around with.

"Ugh, hasn't anyone got any alcohol" were the exact words that Quinn heard, that alerted her to Rachel's sudden closeness

She didn't mean to turn so quickly, getting the group of girl's attention so easily. It was the short brunette who spotted the flask clutched closely and discretely to this mysterious boy's front.

Rachel shooed her friends away before wandering closer, her eyes glancing from Quinn's to the flask. She subtly held her plastic cup out and Quinn just as smoothly poured some of the flasks contents into the cup.

After Rachel had downed whatever Kurt had filled the flask with and Quinn took another sip she thought to herself

'This is your chance, you have Rachel your dream girl standing right here, she doesn't know who you are, she wouldn't even look at you if she knew who you were just go for it, what have you got to lose?'

"W-Would you like to dance?" she asked, not changing her voice too much, why should she? Rachel didn't know who she was either way.

She offered her hand to the prom Queen

"Yes, I would like that" Rachel smiled taking the offered hand so Quinn could lead them back to the dance floor.

Rachel gently put her hands round Quinn's neck, Quinn placed her hands respectfully on Rachel's waist. They swayed silently to the music at first because everything just felt so perfect. Their eyes were locked and Quinn felt like she could get lost in those chocolate orbs forever.

The Rachel started to study the face before her... this made the incognito girl nervous, she didn't mean to swallow so loudly

"I'd love to dance with you all night, but the truth is, my feet are killing me" Rachel broke the silence. They both glanced down to see Rachel was wearing some killer heels. They simultaneously met each other's eyes again "But let me guess, you think they're super sexy right?"

"I think they're not worth the torture" Quinn admitted

"Really?" she was surprised a guy would actually care about her well being "What if I take them off?"

"Why don't you?" Quinn agreed

"I'd feel a bit weird taking my shoes off"

"What if I did too?" Quinn suggested

"Really?" Rachel's brow creased as she was confused but mostly surprised

"I wouldn't want you to feel weird on your own"

They both stopped and slipped their shoes off, just leaving them on the floor. Quinn was relieved that Rachel didn't make a comment on her scruffy choice in foot wear

The truth was Rachel had noticed, but she really didn't care, she just wanted to be back in this boy's arms. They adopted their holds before only this time Quinn grew a little more confident. She kept the placing of her hands respectful but moved them down onto the top of Rachel's hips. Quinn was also sure Rachel felt closer this time as she started studying the blondes features again

"So why haven't I seen you around?" Rachel asked

"Maybe you just haven't been looking in the right places" Quinn quirked an eyebrow

"You go out with anybody?"

"Um No"

"Where do you go to school?"

Quinn bit her lip, and decided to avoid the questions, she didn't want to talk about her anyway "Tell me three things you like" she'd ask to hear everything about Rachel but she knew her time was limited

"Uh, I like Broadway shows... Barbra Streisand... and driving around at 2 am just to think" she paused as if doing her thinking in that moment "And" she was definitely leaning closer again "I like you" she said softly "That's four things" she whispered as she leant in, stretched onto her tip toes and connected her lips to the strange boy she was dancing with. Quinn was frozen at first, pure shock keeping her like that, before she managed to reciprocate the kiss, and it was heaven... or as close as you could get without dying. The blonde had to blink herself out of her trance when Rachel released her lips "And I love the way you kiss... that's five" she whispered her eyes drifting shut again

Rachel leant closer and Quinn ducked her head down to reconnect those lips. Quinn wanted to taste them, feel them again so much but time was against her

The ringing on her phone broke them from their stupor. Quinn tore herself away scrambling to find her phone

"Oh no" she found her phone and turned off the alarm off "I have to go, I'm sorry" she looked round picking up her shoes... or rather shoe, she could only find one! Just one converse in her hand and she really had to go

"Wait" Rachel tried to reach out but Quinn just stepped back. Technically she could have stayed a little bit longer but the way she freaked out when she heard the alarm had Rachel concerned; that was definitely evident on her face "Just wait" she tried again to reach out to Quinn and again she stumbled further back, shoe less

"I'm really sorry I promise-" What could she promise? There was nothing she could promise except she would never tell Rachel the truth "I gotta go" she said regretfully. She sounded so sad almost like she would cry. She couldn't stand here any longer looking for a damn sneaker, so she just ran

"Wait, Wait!" Rachel called after her, running after her too "I don't even know your name" she breathed defeatist when she lost sight of the boy she had fallen for so quickly


So what do you think? Want a second part?

Let me know thoughts, even ideas, if I write the second part I don't want to disappoint,

I found the ending to the original a little disappointing, it was too quick so if there's anything you want to see let me know.