THE UNHOLY TRINITY
Things were going to be different this year. Quinn was going to make them different.
She was sick of being the victim, sick of being labeled. The teenage mother, the bitchy cheerleader, Sue Sylvester's little mole rat. No, this year she was going to be who and what she wanted to be. And what she so happened to want to be today, was late. The first day of school had always been especially hellish for Quinn as early mornings had never agreed with her (she was a self proclaimed night owl) and despite the fact she'd hung up black sheets over her blinds to block out the sun, it still shone annoyingly fucking bright through the material. As if that wasn't enough of a sign that today was going to be a shit, her mother's voice floated up the stairs sounding like a munchkin on crack. The same damn words every morning.
"Quinny, time to get up for school, you don't want to be late!"
The blonde rolled over with a non committal grunt and slapped a hand down on her alarm clock which had started to bleat at her, in a manner that suggested it wanted to be thrown through the window. Who knew clocks could have a death wish? Grabbing the controller for her stereo, the ex-cheerleader flicked it on and held the button for the volume control down with an iron grip, not releasing it until her speakers where struggling to pound out the bass. Rolling her head to the side with a satisfying crack, Quinn threw the remote onto her bed and swung her legs around to the side of her bed, not all that surprised when her feet landed in yesterday's clothes. Grabbing her bra, she kicked the rest of the clothing to the side and stood up with a roll her shoulders, a satisfied hum leaving her as the rest of her bones cracked back into place. While last year's Quinn might have stressed about what to wear on the first day of school or rushed to slip into her 'Cheerio's' uniform, this year's Quinn was different. She grabbed a pair of black jeans from the semi-clean pile of clothes on her floor and tugged them up over her slim legs, needing only a little hip wriggle to pull them over her protruding hip bones. Her bra followed, fastened around her middle before she twisted it and slide her arms though – just in time apparently as her bedroom door swung open.
The noise of the knock had been swallowed by the heavy drum line that echoed around her room , however she wasn't surprised to find her mother standing in the doorway, lips pursed and her hands resting on her hips, crushing the bright yellow ironed material of her suit. Quinn shuddered internally at the thought of having to wear something like that every god damn day. What was wrong with that woman?
"Quinn, it's 7:45 in the morning, don't you think it's a little early for your…music?" her mother's voice was sickly sweet but the tense stature she'd adopted alerted Quinn everything she needed to know. Over the summer, her mother had gone from being in denial about her 'changes' to being angry about them, to claiming she'd accepted that her daughter needed to go through this phase and was willing to wait until it was over. Honestly, it was laughable how she thought she was in control of the situation and if Quinn hadn't been in such a bad mood, she probably would have laughed. "It's Metallica, mother. It's never too early" was the only reply she gave before turning her back to narrowly avoiding the penetrating, judgmental glare of the woman. Bending down, Quinn scooped up her 'Sex Pistol's' shirt and tugged it over her head. It was three sizes too big (allowing it to hang off her shoulder), had been cut to show off her midriff and still had the faint smell of burden to it. No matter how many times she washed it, the smell just wouldn't come out.
It was perfect.
Turning back around, the pink haired girl barely managed to stop from yelping at the sudden vicinity of her mother. Any closer and they would have been sharing breath, a thought that made Quinn want to shudder in disgust. "Young lady, you are not wearing that to school, I repeat not wearing that. I understand this is your way of expressing yourself and it's just something you need time to work through; something we need to work through together but I will not have your teachers calling me on the first day of school . I – Quinn…Quinn you get back here!"
Bored of the innate rambling, Quinn had grabbed her cigarette packet and lighter off her bedside table and shoved them into the back pocket of her jeans before brushing past her mother into the hallway without so much as a goodbye. Her school bag was in the same place she'd dumped it last night- in front of the door - and with a sigh, she lent down to pick it up before throwing it over one shoulder, and finally slide her feet into the worn Doc Martin's sitting beside the doormat . Collecting her keys from the front table Quinn slammed the front door behind her and threw her bag into the back seat of the car. Out of the prison she called a house and away from her step ford mother she felt calmer already, maybe today wasn't going to be so bad.
Perhaps the only thing Schuester had ever gotten right was that Quinn Fabray did indeed move people with her attitude. As soon as she'd stepped into the hallway of McKinley, people had gawked at her. She couldn't really blame them. After all they'd probably been expecting the long haired-cheerleading-queen bee from last year, not the pink-short haired- punkesk- bad ass mother fucker version of her to walk in through the school gates.
Over the summer, Quinn had cut off all contact with anyone from McKinley, well all but two; Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez and only because the two of them had refused to fuck off no matter how many times she'd told them she didn't want them in her life anymore. Once upon a time, the three of them had reigned over the cheer-leading squad known as the Cheerio's and stirred fear in every living being at this goddamn school. They'd earned themselves the nickname 'The Unholy Trinity' and as far as everyone was concerned, the three of them were partners in crimes. What no body had suspected though, was that their "friendship" was more then the platonic appearance they gave it. Oh no, Quinn couldn't count the number of times she'd woken up to find one or both of those girls tangled in her sheets with the faint lingering smell of sex on them. Neither Brittany or Santana had approved of the choices she'd made over summer, but they'd both stuck around through thick and thin. Especially through the thick; this had involved more then a few screaming matches both in and out of public and usually ended with everyone's clothes on the floor and the reason for the screaming forgotten. Both the girls had begrudgingly agreed that they would act as if they had disowned her when school rolled back around at Quinn's request as they all had appearances to keep up and she hadn't waned either of them to be faced with the drama of having to answer questions about her.
The thud of her Doc Martin's each time they connected with the floor was loud enough to cause heads to turn in her general direction and while the expressions on some of those faces were of horror, they inflated Quinn's ego enough to allow her to walk down the hall with her head held high. She was different, she was making a statement, she was feared and admire, she was Quinn fucking Fabray two point oh. A smirk formed over her plush red lips as the whispers of fellow students met her ears, her exposed hips swinging as she strolled down the hall. Classes were due to begin in about three minutes but Quinn had dedicated herself to being late today and every other day of the year so when the bathroom door came into view, she pushed it open and threw her bag onto the counter. A group of freshmen were huddled around the mirrors, talking excitedly about god only knew what but more importantly, they were in her way and Quinn wasn't in the mood to put up with any bullshit today. "Freshmen, move" while her voice was hard and commanding, it almost wasn't heard over the girlish squeals but one by one the children caught sight of her in the mirror and their heads turned to stare at her like deer caught in the head lights. Quinn could almost see the cogs in their head turning, trying to decide to whether fight or flee. "Are you all fucking deaf, I said move!" the near boom of her voice was enough to send the girl rushing out of the bathroom in a frenzy, just as the bell rang. How convenient.
Relieved, Quinn opened her bag and pulled out the small make-up kit she kept in there. While trying to get away this morning, she'd not had time to put anything on and it was a perfect excuse to stall for time. Pulling out her mineral powder, Quinn dabbed a brush into it with surprisingly delicacy before rolling it in circles over her high cheek bones. When content with the coverage, she reached for her mascara and had just untwisted the lid when the door opened. Resigning to having to growl at people all day, Quinn glanced up into the mirror, about ready to rip the head off of whoever it was about to walk through that door. However at the sight of blonde hair pulled high into a ponytail, she stopped.
Brittany.
It seemed to take the ditzy girl a moment or two to recognize the other figure in the bathroom, and when she did, an excited squeal of "Quinn!" left her lips. Moving like lightening, the ex-cheerleader dropped her mascara into the sink and threw the blonde up against the wall, one hand quickly covering Brittany's mouth. Brittany's eyes were wide with fear for a moment or two before Quinn offered her a small smile and she sunk back against the tiles, reassured. Quinn didn't pull her hand away and instead let her forehead fall against Brittany's, her eyes shutting for a moment as she collected her thoughts. "Brit, remember what we talked about? About you pretending you didn't know me?" Quinn tried to sound soothing as she spoke, though her frustration would have been evident to anyone with half a brain. Thankfully, the blonde the was too naive to pick up on subtle changes in human behavior and she simply nodded against Quinn's hand, a small frown taking over her features as if she didn't understand. "That means anytime you see me at school, Brit, you have to act like you don't know me. Even if we're alone, alright?" When Brittany nodded in confirmation, Quinn finally pulled her hand away and stepped back allowing both their personal space bubbles to come back into play.
For a moment the two of them stared at each other, Brittany's expression one of confusion (which honestly wasn't that unusual for her) and Quinn's of longing. It should have been sinful how good a cheerleading uniform looked on Brittany. The girl's legs were long, lean, tanned and toned and appeared to go on forever before disappearing under a skirt that left little to the imagination. Suddenly, Quinn couldn't remember why she'd stepped back from the other girl and pressed a hand against Brittany's shoulder, gently easing her up against the tiled wall again as a devilish smile appeared on her pretty face. "Although… we are alone and everyone is in class and I missed you, baby." Quinn's voice dropped to a low purr, her lips brushing over the shell of the blonde's ear as she spoke.
The very tips of Quinn's fingers ghosted over Brittany's thighs and she smirked when they fell open for her . That was the brilliant thing about Brittany, she was so submissive and beautiful in doing so. Pulling back just far enough to see the slightly dazed expression of the blonde, Quinn snatched the girls bottom lip between her teeth, giving a demanding tug before swiping her tongue over the grooves her teeth had made to soothe the skin. The little whining noise that left Brittany's throat was like an aphrodisiac all on it's own and Quinn had to shut her eyes for a moment to control the surge of lust that shot through her.
The bathroom was silent, the only noise that of mutual slow breathes being taken by both girls before Quinn's lips moved against Brittany's as she whispered the seductively promising words "you want me to touch you, baby?". Brittany gave a small nod and slid a trembling hand up the front of Quinn's body, her fingers dainty tracing over soft skin before they twisted into the mess of pink hair. Quinn waited, revealing in the moment's hesitation before a familiar set plush pink lips unsurely met her own and only then did she make a move. Forcing Brittany's head back against the tiles, Quinn pressed their mouth's firmly together and took the opportunity when Brittany gasped and parted her lips to brush the tip of her tongue against the blonde's, shuddering as the body under her curled into her own. Her thumb which had been idly stroking over the skin of the cheerleader's thigh joined the rest of her fingers as they moved up the smooth expanse of skin, bunching the short skirt up with them until they connected with the edge of Brittany's panties.
Under Quinn's body, Brittany trembled and whimpered – a noise that was swallowed by the punk pressed against her - when she felt the heat of a hand as it ventured higher and higher until it was close enough to make her stomach tighten in anticipation. If her mouth hadn't been per-occupied, Quinn would have smirked at how easy it was to get a rise out of Brittany. Sadly, for the blonde, sex in a bathroom was not Quinn's style (it was after all, dirty, whorish and uncomfortable) so instead of giving Brittany what she knew she desperately wanted, Quinn trailed a finger along the middle of her panty clad slit, a rumbling noise much a kin to a purr leaving her at the dampness her finger was met with. Perfect, keep them wanting and they never strayed, or at least she hoped so. Pulling back from the kiss, Quinn watched the pleasant flush that had spread over Brittany's cheeks and pressed another chaste kiss to her mouth before pulling back. Without a word, Quinn turned around and quickly snatched up her make up from the sink before she stuffed it into her back, acting for all the world like she was alone in the bathroom - despite the fact she could feel a pair of baby blue eyes following her around the room. Slinging her back over her shoulder, Quinn took the few steps to closet the gap between her and the exit . Just before she opened the door, Quinn turned her head and gave the blushing cheerleader a wink before pressing a solitary finger to her lips as a 'shhh' noise escaped echoed around the bathroom. Within the next second, the ex-cheerleader had disappeared, the bathroom door swinging behind her.
Today, was going to be good. Quinn could just tell.