A/N: So this story is based on the movie D.E.B.S. but with glee characters of course. Main pairing will be Quinntana since they are my OTP. Complete AU and some OOC. I will be throwing my own twists into the story that will differentiate from the movie~
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Chapter One: The Mission
Frantically, I throw on my school uniform which consisted of a blue plaid skirt, blue tie, and a white dress shirt. My friends are downstairs yelling at me to hurry up before we are late—how the heck did they get done before me? I'm usually the one who is up first since I actually like to eat breakfast…especially my bacon. Mmm…Bacon. So why was today different? Oh yea, I spent all last night talking to my boyfriend…well ex-boyfriend, Finn, on the phone. I broke up with him on one of our dinner dates (which usually consist of him scarfing down a piece of meat while talking with his mouth full. Charming right?) He didn't take it so well. So now he keeps calling me on every single device I have either trying to win me back or asking me why I broke up with him.
Does it even matter why I broke up with him? I mean it's not like he really loved me…he just loved my title. Just like everyone else.
"Quinn! Hurry up!" I hear my best friend's voice echo loudly through the house. I'm hastily fixing my tie when the house phone goes off.
"Hello?" I pick up the cordless phone.
"Quinnie," Give me a fucking break.
"Don't call me that. I hate that nickname." I seethe through the phone while fumbling with my books into my bag. "What do you want Finn?"
"I miss you and…" He whines.
"For God's sake! I just spoke to you like two hours ago Finn!" That's how much sleep I got…two fucking hours. "I already said everything last night and have nothing else to say. Now goodbye." I hang up before he got another word in. Throwing the strap of my black backpack on one shoulder I make my way out of the room. Before I head down the stairs my cellphone rings.
"Yea?" I greet inappropriately.
"You can't break up with me Quinn. We're the power couple of the school."
"I don't care about that bullshit Finn. I did break up with you, now deal with it and leave me alone." I growl and turned off my phone.
Walking fast down the hall my watch starts beeping and Finn's face appears. "Quinn! Eight months! We've been together for eight months! We can't break up! After all we've been through together!" He cries.
"Quinn hurry the fuck up!" I hear my friend scream.
"Finn, I can't do this right now. I don't have time." I groan.
"When then? When do you have time for me Quinn? You can't just break up with me like that and expect me not to want more answers!"
"Get over it Finn. We're through. I'm sorry." I click the button on the watch and ended the call.
I hear a voice counting down through the speakers in the house and my friends hollering my name from the bottom of the stairs. Today is so not my day. I run down the stairs and send my three friends an apologetic look as we exited the house just in time.
Getting in our blue bug, my best friend—Rachel Berry—backs out of the driveway and towards our academy.
"What took you so long? Mr. Schuester is waiting for us you know?" She says in a reprimanding voice.
"I know. I'm sorry it's just—" Another one of my close friend Brittany leans forward from her seat and reaches between the driver and passenger seat to turn the radio up. The song " " by Alexandra Stan starts playing so loudly I can barely hear my own voice.
Brittany and our other close friend, Tina (who is lighting her cigarette), are both dancing and tapping their feet to the rhythm of the music.
"So what took you so long?" Rachel screams over the music.
"I broke up with Finn."
"What?" Rachel yells with her eyebrows scrunched together. She mustn't have heard me.
"I broke up with Finn!" I yell louder.
"What! You broke up with Finn?" Brittany's wide blue eyes look at me.
"He was a jerk." Tina nonchalantly yells while puffing out smoke.
"Why did you break up with him? I thought everything was fine!" Rachel questions with her voice powering through the loud bass from the speakers.
"It was. But I just didn't feel it…you know?" I tell my friends.
"Feel what?" Brittany tilts her head in confusion.
"She means he was horrible in bed." Tina blurts out.
"What! No!" I refute her statement. "I didn't love him! That's what I mean!"
"What?" They all yell at me over the music.
"I just want to be in love!" The car comes to a stop and the engine turned off as my voice rang embarrassingly loudly in the parking lot.
"Ow. Why are you screaming?" Brittany gives me a strange look. We all jump out of the bug and head into the academy's cafeteria to meet Mr. Schuester—the academy headmaster of our school.
Walking in, we were all greeted by everyone with great admiration just like every single day. I mean, we are the best squad in the entire school so naturally all the other agents look up to us. In the very first booth we see Mr. Schuester seated waiting for us.
"Morning, D.E.B.S." He grins.
Ahh. D.E.B.S. Yes, I am a D.E.B.S.—we all are. D.E.B.S. is an elite secret undercover agency of the government that is designed to protect our country. How do we become D.E.B.S.? Well there's this test: the SAT. You know, the one you take in your junior or senior year that helps determine what college you will be going to. That test you work your ass off studying for because you want to get into a good college. Within the SAT there is this hidden test that measures your ability to become a spy. So those who do well on the secret test get recruited to going to this alias university when in actuality it's an academy training girls to defend the nation from any threat. It's mandatory to go to the academy—you don't really have a say if you want to be part of the agency or not.
We all slide into the booth sitting on each side of Mr. Schuester. "Hey, Mr. Schue." I greet him by his nickname.
"Don't call me that." He sighs. He thinks us calling him that is informal and degrading to his position. But this man has become like a father to us throughout the years we've been together. So we've grown close to him and this is our way of showing him that.
"Morning ." The other girls greet him by the same formality. Mr. Schue sighs but has a small smile on his face.
"Girls." He nods at all of us with a proud smile. "Take your orders now, before Sylvester comes down." Our eyes go wide.
"Sue Sylvester is coming down?" Rachel gasps with excitement. Sue Sylvester is the President of the D.E.B.S. and has powerful relations in our government. She hardly comes to the academy unless it's a dire situation or to help elevate her status.
"Yes. Now order your food before she comes. She has an important message to relay to us according to the voicemail she left on my phone." He tells us. The waitress comes waltzing in with a pen in her hand and her notepad in the other.
"What can I get you ladies?" The waitress says with her scratchy voice.
"I will have Pancakes please! With lots of syrup!" Brittany squeals delightfully.
"A tofu burger with a glass of pink lemonade." Rachel orders.
"Coffee. Black." Tina states insipidly.
"Bacon." I blurt out in the middle of all their orders. The waitress gives me a weird look while my friends and Mr. Schue wear an amused expression.
"Just bacon, sweetie?" The waitress quirks her eyebrow.
"Yes, just bacon." I blush. I didn't get to make my bacon in the dorm house kitchen so I need my fix.
The waitress nods her head and scribbles down our orders. Just as she leaves a woman beams in front of our booth out of thin air.
"Girls." Sue Sylvester had arrived and is now standing before us. She has her chin held high and her lips in a thin line.
"Ms. Sylvester, it is an honor to be in…" Rachel is cut off with a single lift of Sue Sylvester's hand.
"I only have limited time to talk to you since I have a press conference to attend in about a few minutes." She looks down at her watch. "So shut your traps and listen to what I have to say." Rachel deflates a little and then puts her serious face back on. Sue Sylvester stares at us intensely and speaks in a grave tone. "Santana Diamonds has return back to the states." We all gasp (except for Brittany who has a confused look on her face.)
"Oh shit." Tina mumbles.
"You," She points to each one of us. "Are responsible for watching her every single move and to gather information to what her next scheme is. Remember, you're D.E.B.S. Schuester, inform these girls their tasks and get a move on it." With that, Sue Sylvester de-pixelates and vanishes before our eyes.
"Wow." Rachel leans back into the seat with.
"I can't believe she's back." I say with a subtle hint of excitement. "I'm writing a thesis on her."
"Wait, who is Santana Diamonds?" Brittany questions.
"Santana Diamonds." Mr. Schue pulls out a remote and clicks a button that presented a hologram filled with information in front of us. A picture of Santana Diamonds and a brief surface-level biography appears. "A.K.A. Santana Lopez. Last surviving member of the notorious Lopez family that caused havoc with their brute and devious nature. The Lopez's were in a blood feud with the Puckerman's" Several newspaper pop up with the headlines 'Lopez vs. Puckerman' with various scandals and murders.
"Eventually the feud caused both families to die out and when Santana's father died she inherited everything that was his. She's most known for smuggling, robbery, allegedly accused of the almost sinking of Australia, and of course," A clip of Santana shows up with her inside of a vault. "Stealing diamonds." Mr. Schue clicks the button again with new images flashing. "She's protected by numerous loyal mercenaries who are led by this man." A picture of a blonde tall man with weirdly huge lips and green eyes appears with the name 'Sam' flashing at the bottom. "Three times we have tried to apprehend her. Each time failed. About two years ago she disappeared and hasn't been seen or heard from since." He closes the hologram and puts the tiny remote back in the inside of his pocket.
"Yikes." Brittany looks at us with surprise written all over her face.
"That's not even the worst part." I shake my head.
"What is?" Brittany bites her lips in anticipation.
Mr. Schue looks at us seriously. "No one has ever fought her and lived to tell the tale." He says darkly. The thick intense atmosphere is broken when the waitress comes over with our food.
"Here you go ladies." She gives everyone their dishes. "Bacon for you, my dear." She sets down a plate of hot crispy bacon in front of me and my mouth instantly waters.
Taking a bite of her tofu burger, Rachel asks "Why do you think she's back in town?" She looks at Mr. Schue.
Mr. Schue takes out the hologram remote again and clicks it. "According to my intel, she's here to meet this woman." A picture of a blonde Russian woman appears with a vast description of her crimes and bio. "Ninotchka Kaprova. Freelance assassin. She is meeting with Santana Diamonds tonight at eight at the restaurant Breadsticks." He looks at each of us. "The mission is to find out what the meeting is about. Strictly surveillance. Do not try to apprehend her, understood?" We all nod at the same time. "Rachel you're in charge." Rachel nods. "Quinn, you're second." I nod at him while scarfing down my bacon strips. "Be careful, D.E.B.S." Mr. Schue gives us one final look then beams out from our booth.
"What does a reclusive and hot-headed criminal mastermind want with a Russian assassin?" I say while chewing on the last strip of bacon.
