A.N. Normally I don't think about myself writing g!p but I just really liked this idea. So this being out of my comfort zone, I'm rather excited. Oh don't worry MRNR and Disability will be updated sometime within the week. This is short but they will get longer.

Oh and see if you can figure out what I'm doing with chapter titles. And each one I recommend you …

Disclaimer : I don't own glee. I'm just here to write.

- Jessica

Chapter 1: The Big Crunch

As we live and breathe. No, too Shakespeare. This is the beginning of the end. No, too over used and emo. Dolphins are actually gay sharks. No, too…Brittany S. Pierce.

She threw her hands up exasperatedly. Her shiny white leather computer chair squeaked as she lent back into it. Utterly flustered.

She was called the James Patterson of her time. Which she thought was odd, considering he was still alive, well, and writing.

So why now was it so damn hard to write another best seller. She had done it four times before. She sighed, running her hand through short blonde tresses.

Three fiction novels and one nonfiction. An autobiography to be exact. That really set her career in motion. And the media on her ass. Not that she didn't enjoy the attention, just sometimes it got out of hand. Lately, they had laid off though.

Her assistant Zoey knocked on the thick oak door before peaking her brunette head in. The girl blushed when she saw the blonde. She had a kind of big crush on her. She cleared her throat.

"Mike called and said to check your email, Miss Fabray." Quinn rolled her eyes. He always did this, call Zoey instead of her.

"You know he only does that cause he has a crush on you." It was more a statement than question.

"Oh, I hadn't noticed." The brunette deadpanned. Obviously referring to her crush that hadn't been acknowledged. Without Another word she walked out into the hall.

Quinn thus proceeded to check her email. She scrolled through all the spam and reports, until she found an email from one, Rachel Berry. She opened it.

Dear former glee members,

It's been seven years since we have been in touch. It's as if we have all dropped off the face of the earth. Of course I know where all of you reside now due to research. So this Friday I would like to have a glee rendezvous. Reunion, if you will. It will be in New York, sense I figured out that's where I and mostly everyone else lives anyway. You may bring whoever you want with you. I hope to see you there.

Aren't you supposed to have these at ten year intervals. Quinn thought. And just turn on the T.V., Mike, Cedes, Kurt, Britt, and I are all over it.

She decided to text Mike.

Q- R U going?

M- Probably. Do you think Tina is going to be there?

Q- IDK. I heard that her and Rachel weren't friends anymore.

M- K

By the time Mike had sent her the last text she had hopped into her Mustang and drove towards her penthouse. With minimal photographer interruptions.

Why was she here? She had know Idea.

This was a total bust. Mike had ditched her and nobody was really talking to anybody else. Unless they were grinding on each other on the dance floor.

She felt a hand on her leather jacket covered shoulder. She was going to need a lot of alcohol for this. She turned around.

"Hey Q!" Phew, it was just Mercedes and Britt.

"Hey guys!" She exclaimed over the pulsing music.

"You having fun?" Asked Mercedes.

"Nope." They all laughed.

"We wanted to talk to you about something, someone rather." Brittany explained.

Quinn groaned she hated when people infiltrated her love life.

"No it's not that. So we have this friend, her name is Santana. She's hot and Latina." Mercedes paused, while Quinn smirked. " And she is off limits."

Quinn's smirk fell directly off her face.

"Why? You can't just sell somebody then rip them off the market."

"It's simple. We don't trust you. Look, she's an model and we don't want you to break her or her career." Britt finished.

"Whatever." Quinn gave up. She probably wouldn't even see this chick tonight.

C

Quinn was seriously fucked. She had way too many drinks and lost track of time. She had lost Brittany and Mercedes about an hour ago.

She was now being grinded on by some hot Latina who's name she didn't catch.

After about 5 minutes she felt her member twitch in her pants. She groaned.

"Aye! You want to get out of here!" She yelled to the girl. The girl nodded.

C

They flopped their sweaty bodies back on to Quinn's giant bed.

"That was…"

"I know."

"Oh, I never got your name."

"Quinn. What's yours?" Quinn asked quite curious.

"Santana."

Quinn's eyes shot opened. Uh-oh.