STEP UP

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this Storyline and plot. Glee (TV Series), Step Up (Movie), Ugly Betty (TV Series), Glee Fan Trailers on Youtube, any movie that I will eventually reference, and All Music mentioned all belong to their respective labels and what not.

Rating: T

Warning: Scenes of some Profanity and Bullying. Do Not Read if you're easily offended.

Genre: Drama

Era: AU - Post WHMS

Notes: I will say the that majority if not ALL of the characters that you encounter in this story are OOC (out of character).
There will NOT be a lot of dancing or references to Step Up the movie, although that film was what somehow inspired this story. But there will be references to Ugly Betty. Lol.

I must also say that this story was a request of NayaRiveraSeiMia who asked me politely to write another fanfic that had Brettana in it; so I figured why not and obliged and here is the result.
They didn't ask for any particular genre or any hints about what they wanted so I figured I'll just create a theme on my own.

What else needs to be said about this fic is that please bear in mind that Brett is a bit of an ass in this fanfiction to start with and that the point was to make him quite unlikeable to start off with.
And I will also include Faberry (with a male Quinn) as much as I can. And yes, similar to another story of mine, Quinn will act as a part of Brett's conscience and argue with him about life.

Also Brett's father is of Dutch descent and not what is portrayed in the TV programme - just like to point that out.

Please also be weary that there is strong hate language used in the beginning by Russel Fabray.

Ships: Boy!Brittany/Santana, Boy!Quinn/Rachel

And now with this essay of an introduction done; I hope you will enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 1:

Brendon Jackal Oscar Pierce the Third or Brett as most of his friends knew him was one of the most popular boys at William McKinley High School. He was well built, athletic, rich, handsome, and was a bad boy. The boy had been in and out of Juvie more than most people could count. Why? Because he was bored and he knew that his records would be gone the moment he was eighteen, at least that's what he tells people every time he got caught for clubbing late at night under aged, or was caught tagging or destroying property and in one case stealing a car that turned out to be his own Dad's new car and he didn't know it; boy was he grounded and hit hard for that one; he had also been in fights, joined a fight club of some nature - yep, that boy had been quite the trouble maker. He never had a steady relationship because he just didn't care and he had slept with at least half of the girls in the school because you know, he had game and he loved being a playboy and having parties and drinking a lot; at least that's what he'd like everyone to think.
His best friend was fellow badass Quinton Fabray who was also popular, well built, toned, just think of everything that you'd associate with a rich kid and a jock and that's what you got in the two boys.
Ever since they became friends the two ruled the school the moment they stepped their feet through the doors; it of course helped that their fathers were very influential and happened to be good friends with each other. Yes, good friends and business men and they wanted their sons to carry on the family name and the family business. Since of course Brett was the eldest child in the family and Quinn was the first son born; his older sister Francine wasn't allowed to take over the business according to their father because she had to marry rich and well and work in an office of some nature - which was why she was now in college studying Business at Harvard with a side interest in Law.
Brett's father owned a successful Gym Chain around the Northern and Eastern part of the United States of America, and Quinton Fabray's father was the owner of a very successful fast food chain known as 'Fabray-sia' that rivaled any other well known fast food chain. Though of course, Russel Fabray would boast that at least his food was never sued against and was damn good stuff.

Everything was going according to plan for their fathers - the boys were popular and were on the football team. Quinton was Quarterback and Captain, Brett was the receiver, their grades were well above the average as was expected of them; and they had everything going for them, that was until they both reached the middle of their High School year. That was when everything began to change.

See, while Brett was a playboy, loved partying, and slept around, and there was time when Quinton would pretend to love partying, drinking, and being a playboy but never slept with anyone, Quinton actually had a girlfriend, head cheerleader Norah Puckerman, but she became pregnant, not with his kid but with someone else's and when she tried to say it was his, boy did Quinton flip out. He was angry, beyond angry.

"You were the only thing that was good in my life, how the hell could you do this to me?" Quinton was heard yelling in the hallways of the school as a crowd gathered in some form.

"I'm so sorry Quinn, I didn't mean to, it just happened," Norah started.

"You're making me look weak and pathetic that I didn't even know my own girl would do this behind my back, I trusted you with all I had but you, you just had to go and screw someone else; how could you think that I would be stupid enough to fall for the 'it's your kid because we made out in a hot tub and that's how I got pregnant,' trick? I'm not an idiot, who did you sleep with? WHO?"

"I,"

"Oh my god,"

"Quinn?"

"You slept with him didn't you?"

"Who, who do you mean?"

"I'm going to kill him,"

"Wait, Quinn,"

And with that scene, Quinton Fabray decked Finn Hudson so hard in the face that he was suspended from the school. Finn was denounced as his friend and he also broke up with Norah that day, leaving Norah and Finn to try and figure out what to do with the kid on their own since Quinton wanted no part of it and Norah couldn't trick him into helping out with his rich daddy's money.

"No one makes a fool of a Fabray," he had said.

Brett was a sympathetic ear for his friend, listening to him. Brett knew what it was like to have a hope in something in the darkness of what their fathers wanted in the pressures of what everyone else expected of them, Quinton was his boy and Finn, well, Finn could go kiss a toilet for all he cared, which he did in a way as he ended up receiving a head swirly in the bathroom because no one messed with the Captain of the Football team, no one, not even a fellow team mate.

But as it has been said, something did change that year. Quinton met someone who challenged him more than he thought ever possible and he dared to dream again, to hope. The girl's name was Rachel Barbra Berry. She was a sweet girl, quiet, loved to read, was great at school, but what many didn't realise was that she was a phenomenal singer - well, her one and only friend Santana Lopez knew, but they had been friends for years so that didn't really count.
The girl had manage to persuade him to join the Glee Club, which Brett thought was social suicide but then again no one questioned Quinton about it and let it be. Not even his father minded, well, until he found out that Quinton was actually dating Rachel Berry.
See Rachel wanted Quinton to keep the relationship as quiet as they could because she knew how nasty Russel could and would get on his son if he found out about them.

"But I want to be with you and I want to show it loud and proud," Quinton had said to her.

"I know you do Quinn and I'm glad to have someone who cares for me that much, but you have a future to think about and if your father finds out, I know he's not a very nice man to you, I've seen the bruises, you should really tell someone about those," Rachel had said.

"I've decked him back before, I don't care about that,"

"Quinton, please just trust me,"

Quinton had sighed and agreed.

Unfortunately of course, Russel did eventually find out the following year when the boys were in their second to last year of Senior High School. The blow up was heard for around the block.

"YOU ARE GOING TO CHOOSE BOY," Russel Fabray had been heard yelling at his son in the middle of the night.

"Choose what?" Quinton had asked.

"DON'T TEST ME BOY,"

"Test you about what?"

Russel Fabray had enough and he hit his son in the face.

"The hell you do that for?" Quinton asked as he was ready to hit his father in return but stopped.

"You're dating those faggots kid, how could you?" Russel asked.

"Don't call them that, they're good fathers,"

"What? They're perverted,"

"What's the big deal? Rachel's a good person, and she works hard, isn't that a good thing?"

"She's also mixed and she's Jewish, I can't have a Jewish daughter-in-law, they aren't right,"

"Don't talk about her that way, and I didn't say anything about marrying her,"

"So what? You dump her now boy,"

"Why? Just because you don't like her,"

"She'll be your downfall boy,"

"Why? Because she listens to me? Because she's encouraging me to follow my dreams?" Quinton spat out only to cover his mouth.

"What dreams?" Russel asked in anger as he threw his now empty whiskey glass at Quinton's head but missed.

"I, I want to be a Mechanic and own my own garage chain, that's what I want to do with my life, I love cars, I love building them, and I love fixing them, I love modding them, I just, I've always wanted to be a car mechanic and have my own place,"

"No,"

"But,"

"I said NO,"

Quinton didn't know what to do as his father glared at him, "You make your choice now boy, you follow that stupid dream of yours and I will cut you off from your inheritance, you will be a beggar on the street for all I care because just you wait, the moment you're not rich anymore that girl will get rid of you, she just wants a sugar daddy, OR, you dump her, you follow my instructions and you remain a very, very, wealthy man,"

"You can't do that, I'm only sixteen years old,"

"You make your choice now boy or I give you thirty minutes to pack and get the hell out,"

Quinton was stuck and he didn't know what to do, but he made up his mind eventually and he was sent packing.

Brett was forced by his family, particularly his father, to abandon his friend to no avail of course, while Brett wasn't allowed to help Quinton out with a roof over his head, he still remained good friends with him in High School so that no one messed with him.

When Rachel found out about her boyfriend being kicked out of home she felt so horrible for him.

"Quinn I'm so sorry," she had said when she found out.

"It's nothing you can do Rachel," Quinton said as he shut his locker and looked at her.

"Where are you living?"

"Motel, I do have some money you know, I saved and all that crap,"

"Quinn, you can't stay there forever,"

"Then where am I going to go Rachel? Brett was my only friend and he can't help me or he will lose his fortunes too,"

"Um, hello, I am standing in front of you,"

"I can't impose on your family,"

"My Daddies love you, you're a good man, you just have to sleep in the basement and hands have to be where they can see them,"

"You mean that really awesome den that your parents made? The one that has a new sound system, has a cool couch? Um, and what do you mean by hands?"

"Yeah, and yes, with regards to hands, Daddy owns a shotgun and he's ready to use it, according to him, so watch it mister,"

"Right, But,"

"Quinn, I love you and I want to do this for you, please say you'll stay with me,"

Quinton obliged that day and went on to live with his then girlfriend.

And of course the year went by.

Because of his girlfriend, Quinton became good friends with one Santana Lopez, resident nerd of the school, the girl knew design, computers, gaming, was an avid reader, and though she was athletic she shied away from doing anything involving sports no matter how much anyone approached her about it. Not even Coach Sue Sylvester could convince her to join the team. See there was a reason for that, Santana dreamed of becoming a dancer as well as dreaming of eventually working in fashion, that made a lot of people laugh and tease her because she wore glasses and always had hand me down clothes. Slushies were a regular thing until she became friends with Quinton too and it stopped, mainly because Quinton threatened Brett that if he didn't leave the Latina alone, he'd find a way to end him no matter what.

"You have to stop slushying Santana B," Quinton had said annoyed.

"Why? She's just some broad, I don't care," Brett said as he looked strongly at his friend, "Besides, why are you sticking up for her? It's bros before hoes,"

"She's a friend of mine now and I care for her, so dude cut it out or I will end you, you know I can, I don't have money, but I do have information,"

"You can't do that,"

"Then I'll ask you nicely as a friend, stop it,"

"Whatever,"

Brett was pissed off about that but agreed, eventually, and Santana was grateful for that to happen for her.

See the truth was this, Santana didn't want to join any club because she worked, Rachel knew this and offered to help out her stubborn friend but the Latina was always so used to doing things her way that she declined.
She didn't really talk to the rest of the Glee Club about her life because no one apart from Rachel, and now Quinton, deserved to know anything about her.
Rumours were that the Latina was a stripper because she had Daddy issues and that her Mom was a rich bitch who had a lot of money. Everyone thought she lived in Lima Heights Adjacent and was very well off.
The reality was actually this, Santana lived in the bad part of Lima Heights so bad that murder was a norm; she worked hard in an after school job for Fabray-sia. Her father couldn't work as much as he wanted to anymore because he had a bad heart condition that limited what he could do and Santana's mother had actually run off and abandoned her and her father when Santana was around three for a rich man.
So when she was old enough to help her father out, Santana got a job and worked to save for college and for her father's medicine. Her clothes she got from secondhand stores because that was all she could afford but she didn't stop hoping and she didn't stop dreaming.
Her grades were great so she thought that perhaps she could get a scholarship to University.

And here was another truth, Brett didn't like her, why? Because he felt that not only did Rachel now monopolise a lot of Quinton's time, but Santana did too because Quinton did care for the Latina.

"You shouldn't hang out with her that much Q?" Brett had said one day.

"Why?" Quinton asked in annoyance.

"Because like I told you once, she's social suicide, she's a badass Latina who works as a stripper, c'mon man,"

"She's not a stripper, she works for Fabray-sia as a waitress, okay,"

"So? She's no good, bad enough that I have to help your social status because you're a poor man,"

"And did I say I cared about my social status anymore? Look I'm grateful for what you're doing for me bro, but I have my girl, I have my dreams, I may not be a rich man anymore but I have that and I'm happy,"

"Your father cut you off and you are now an emancipated minor, your father would give that all back if you crawled back to him and asked for forgiveness,"

"What for? I have my dreams bruh, you should follow yours, I know you like to dance and have always wanted to own a successful dance company, don't deny it,"

"I want my money, that's what I care about,"

"Suit yourself,"

Brett didn't really talk to his friend that much in their final year of High School, it was almost like they were worlds apart, almost. Quinton was very focused on getting into New York University so that he could follow Rachel who was planning on getting into NYADA.
Quinton had decided that he was going to study Business first and then after he graduated he was going to study mechanics at a college. Rachel made a suggestion that in the meantime he could always intern for a garage and get a job there since he did know a lot of what he was doing when it came to cars as he currently did work for Burt Hummel and at his garage; that way he could get pointers about colleges that were good to attend if he chose to do more after NYU.
He agreed wholeheartedly with that idea, since of course he eventually found out that he was awarded a full scholarship to study for his degree at NYU.

"I'm saved," he had said to Rachel as he pecked her lips.

"By the grace of god, yes," Rachel had smiled back at him as she showed him her acceptance letter for NYADA.

Santana too was heading for New York as she had gotten a scholarship to study at the 'Fashion Institute of Technology'; which she loved because there were a lot of courses there that she liked.
Her father decided that he'd move to New York with her because he didn't want to let go of his little mija just yet and that there was really nothing for him in Lima anyway. Santana was more than happy to have him move with her for a new life in a new city.

It was in the midst of everyone planning and studying that Brett had the stressful conversation about his future with his father.

"Listen here Brett, you're going to take over the 'Pierce 'Em Fitness' company one of these days and you're going to like it, I want you to be my new junior executive and that can only be achieved if you do as I tell you to," his father said sternly at the dinner table.

"And what if I don't?" Brett challenged back, "What if I have my own dreams like, I don't know, dance?"

"Well, then forget about the expensive cars, the women, the house, and the caviar because you won't get that stuff,"

"I have dreams too you know,"

"Yeah, and so did I, now shut it, you're going to intern with me this summer and you will learn the business, make our family rich,"

"Whatever,"

"Look, you can get up to whatever the hell it is you want in your free time, have the women, the cars, the extravagant life, party, drink, I don't care; but I tell you now that you will only get that if you do as I say,"

"And if I don't?"

"You remember your idiot friend who fell in love with that, that girl, and decided that he'd follow her to New York and because of that his family had to disown him for the shame he brought on them? Well that's what will happen to you if you don't listen to me, I'm just doing what's best for you boy, you wanna know what the Fabray boy is going to do with his life now? Work in a mechanic shop fixing cars while his girl is studying, they aren't going to make it far in life because they don't have what it takes, they aren't even going to last together, I heard he proposed to her and her Daddies said it was fine as long as they understood the consequences of marrying before college or whatever it is they're going to do,"

"I was invited to the Wedding, I do know,"

"You're not going,"

"I'm the best man, of course I'm going,"

"You are not going,"

"I am going,"

"Fine, but you so much as offer him any type of financial aide as a present I will disown you,"

"Fine, god,"

"You listen to me good boy, your friend is an idiot and a moron, he followed his prick and went for the girl,"

"Hey,"

"It's the truth, if the boy had listened to his father he'd be living in the penthouse in New York City,"

"You know, you two love living rich in New York, why the hell did you two decide to come back and live in bore-ville Lima, Ohio?"

"Because your mother loves this place, we grew up here and we felt it good to come back, Russel agreed with me on that, he met Judy here, went to school here, we thought it good to come to our roots, a good place for our boys to grow, worked for me, didn't work for him, but at least his daughter is doing as he says so he's got something,"

"Aha,"

"It's the truth, has this place not been good to you?"

"Yeah I guess,"

"You know it has, now back on topic, you're going to college to study what I tell you to, you hear me,"

"I hear you, but I will tell you this, Quinn and Rachel are happy with their life right now,"

"And you know you can be happy too, and wealthy, money makes the world go around, you will learn the business and how to make deals with agencies that will sponsor us, and you will learn how to make sales and get people to use our gym franchise,"

"Fine, fine, fine, whatever, can I go now to my room and study?"

"Yeah,"

"Good,"

"Oh, and you're going to college for a good business degree as well as minoring in physical education, you hear me?"

"Yes sir,"

And that was all there was to it. Brett was made to go to Harvard University to study but the only good thing for him was that now that his father was out of his sight and sort of out of his mind, he could at least stay friends with Quinton.

Until of course he met some rich friends his Daddy told him to at the C.E.O. office that he owned in New York City, and time was eventually limited with his friend.

And with this in mind, let this tale begin.

AN 2: Hey all, I do hope you enjoyed this chapter, yes it's quite long for a start but I felt it good to try and set up the story.
Next chapter will be in the works. Until next time team.