Title: Rebel, Rebel.
Summary: AU. Badass Rachel Berry is new to McKinely high school and determined to make a reputation for herself, but when she notices cheerleader Quinn Fabray her main priority changes slightly. Only something's not quite working to Rachel's advantage. Not only is Quinn the hottest girl is school, but she's also the biggest bitch. But of course, being someone who never steps down from a fight, the badass sets about to try and become the only person in McKinley to have captured Quinn Fabray's heart.
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn. Santana/Brittany. Sam/Mercedes. Mike/Tina. Mentions past relations between Sam/Quinn, Mercedes/Shane and Finn/Quinn.
Rating: M.
Warnings: Sex, swearing, alcohol consumption and violence. (Well duh, it's a fic about badassness)

A/N: I already have this story planned out in my head, and the backgrounds of the characters are actually taken from the film Cemetery Junction by Ricky Gervais. Which is absolutely brilliant, I recommend it to you all!

Happy reading!

Chapter One.

As she walks she holds her head up high: strutting down the corridor with a look of pure 'I'm better than you' and her ponytail swinging from side to side. People look up to see who's causing such a standstill in the usually bustling corridors, only to see it's the one and only Quinn Fabray and they hastily go back to whatever they were doing before. The head cheerleader heads for her locker and picks up her books for the next few lessons she has, but when she turns to leave she suddenly finds herself face-to-face with the open door of a locker next to hers. The locker, as Quinn knew, didn't belong to anybody. So why was it open? Quickly regaining her composure after the shock of almost head-butting a metal door, the blonde girl attempts to move on to her next lesson again. Only this time she's stopped when the open locker is suddenly closed with a loud bang by a girl Quinn had never seen before.

She is wearing ripped skinny jeans, a checked shirt and clunky looking boots. Her dark brunette hair falls down in natural curls over her shoulders, and the fringe of it frames sparkling brown eyes perfectly. She's wearing no makeup at all, and Quinn is shocked at how a girl could look so presentable in such an effortless way. As Quinn's eyes narrow at this thought, the new student's mouth breaks out into a small smirk.

'Hey,' the girl says, leaning against the locker with confidence. She looks Quinn up and down in a way Quinn is used to being looked at by guys like Puck and the rest of the football team. Only, this time, there's something different about the way she's looking at the blonde to how others look at her. Quinn is used to guys looking at her as if they're figuring out whether she'd be good in bed, but the way this brunette is looking at her is just...looking. Quinn frowns.

'Don't frown, princess.' The girl tells her, 'You'll get wrinkles, or whatever.'

'I'm sorry?' Quinn asks.

'What for?'

'What?'

'I'm sorry?'

'I...' Quinn stammers, before regaining herself once again: Quinn Fabray doesn't stammer at people! People stammer at Quinn Fabray! The blonde looks at the ground before chuckling to herself. 'Whatever, I don't have time for this.'

'You do look like the type to have a very busy schedule.' The new girl taunts.

Quinn rolls her eyes and put on her best, 'superior' look before replying, 'I do. And I'm now late for keeping up with that busy schedule.' She looks the small girl up and down once more, says, 'Bye Manhands.' and begins to leave.

'Catch you later, princess.' Quinn hears, and then the sound of the girl shutting her locking and walking off in the opposite direction, whistling to herself tunefully.

The cheerleader feels the unfamiliar coil of anger erupt in the pit of her stomach and she doesn't know why. How could she be frustrated by this new girl already? How could she be frustrated by the new girl at all? She didn't exactly look as if she was going to be the height of popularity, so why was she suddenly, dare she say it, threatened by this new girl? She hasn't felt like this since Santana joined McKinley, and this tiny brunette isn't anything like Santana. She's...well, Quinn doesn't know what she is. This girl is unreadable, unexplainable, which is a trait in somebody Quinn has never experienced before. She doesn't know how to deal with it... Is that why she got so tongue tied back there?

Seems like a reasonable explanation for it, Quinn thinks to herself bitterly. Who would have imagined it? Quinn Fabray tongue-tied! The coil of anger swishes in the pit of her stomach again at this thought, and as the cheerleader takes her seat in Spanish she can't shake the feeling that this girl means trouble.

'Catch you later, princess.' Rachel lets her eyes drop down to the cheerleader's rear as the blonde girl stalks away from her. Grabbing her books and slamming her locker door, the small girl looks down at the map Principle Figgin's presented her with this morning and begins to find her way to her first class of the day. But she only manages to walk a few steps before bumping into the chest of a tall boy with a mohawk.

'Whoa, watch where you're going!' The boy looks down at her but as soon as he realises it's a new girl he bumped into, his eyebrows go from a frown to a raise and his mouth breaks into a soft, but not sleazy, smile. 'Oh, you must be new here!'

He holds out his hand and Rachel takes it in her own. 'Yeah.' She nods. 'I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry.'

'Noah Puckerman. But most people call me Puck.' Their handshake breaks and Noah licks his lips quickly before asking, 'You how do you like McKinley?'

Rachel shrugs. 'I tend not to like school in general.'

The expression across Puck's face changed to surprise crossed with admiration. 'I haven't got myself a little badass on my hands, have I?'

'Why? You scared I'm gonna mislead you down the dark path of rebellion?' The brunette plays along with the joke with a wink.

Puck laughs a little, running a hand over his mohawk. 'So what's your first lesson?'

'Maths...' Rachel says, looking down at her map once again to remind herself and then frowns, noticing something. 'But it's in a science classroom... What? That doesn't make any sense?'

Noah laughs loudly before nodding. 'Yeah well, that's McKinley for you. This one girl, Brittany, gets confused every time we have this lesson... She walks in with her biology books and everything, but ends up having to go all the way back to her locker for her math stuff, and then thinks that she's no longer in a science lab and heads over to the other side of school towards the maths department... It's the highlight of the hour, honestly.'

The small girl laughs and the two continue to walk down the corridor, and as they do Rachel notices people beginning to part for them, all the while they shoot looks up at Noah's face and then look away quickly, as if anticipating that something horrible is going to happen if they stay looking for too long.

'You've obviously made quite an impression at this school.' Rachel makes the observation and the boy with the mohawk chuckles slightly.

'Well let's just say that a slushie to the face used to be my forte.'

'Ooh, how badass!' Rachel teases as a joke and the boy rolls his eyes.

'You'd know all about that now, wouldn't you?'

'Actually no,' the girl disagrees, 'I have never inflicted, nor have a wished to, any pain upon a fellow human being without being provoked.'

'Without being provoked.' Puck repeats, his eyebrows having risen far up his head at the news of this girl not being as innocent as she looks.

Rachel smirks but doesn't answer. 'Oh!' She says, noticing as sign on one of the doors, 'this is my classroom!'

'So it would seem.' Puck says quietly. 'Hey,' his face suddenly lights up, 'A friend of mine, Mike, is having a party this weekend and we're allowed to bring plus ones...' His voice suddenly picks up an English accent and bows slightly, 'Would you do me the honor of accompanying me, fair lady?'

'Why, I would be honored, good sir!' Rachel replies, curtsying towards him.

'Sweet.' Puck smiles sweetly for a moment before chucking Rachel under the chin and saying, 'See you around, Little Rebel.'

'Later Noah.' Rachel says, before entering the class to the unfamiliar yelling of a teacher:

'You are ten minutes late for this class! Who do you think you are exactly, young lady?'

'Um, my name is Rachel Berry...'

'And I suppose you think that's funny, do you?' The teacher asks. 'Sit down at once please, before I give you a detention!'

Rachel walks to the back of the classroom and pretends not to notice as people watch her pull out the chair and sit down. She checks the clock at the front of the classroom above the board and smirks to herself when she realises that, this time, it only took her half an hour to get into trouble.

That's gotta be a record.

A/N: I have no idea whether I should continue this or not, so reviews from you guys would really be appreciated for the first few chapters!

Thanks for reading :)