Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. All the credit goes to the creators and writers of the amazing show.
And if you don't know what Rachel's hair looks like in this fic, it's like Rihanna's new hair except Rihanna has the left side of her hair shaved and Rachel has the right side shaved.
This is my first Skank!Quinn and Goth!Rachel story so just bear with me.
Quinn walked down the halls, her pink, chin-length hair spiked on one side. She wore a baggy black tank-top with black skinny jeans and combat boots. She wasn't going to argue with herself or anyone else. She looked hot in her own eyes. But she noticed a change in the school atmosphere. Something wasn't right.
Not attending any of her classes, she searched the entire school for the little brunette that she called her friend. Even though she was now a skank, Quinn still cared a lot about Rachel, considering they've been friends since before they could remember. This was unlike her to be searching for the brunette. She should be outside enjoying marijuana with the other skanks. Surprisingly, Rachel was nowhere to be found. There was only two reasons she wouldn't be in school. One: She's auditioning for some broadway show/school or two: Barbra Streisand just dropped off the face of the planet.
She called her dads to dig up any piece of evidence she can.
"Hello?" Leroy was the one who answered the phone.
"Hey, this is Quinn. I was wondering where Rachel is. I can't find her anywhere at school."
His breathing stiffened before he said "She actually went to school looking like she does?" Sounding shocked.
"What do you mean?" worry filled her voice.
"You'll know when you see her. Look for her outside." Leroy sounded disappointed in his little girl.
"Alright, thanks. by." And with that, Quinn hung up. She was beyond confused. What did Leroy mean by 'She actually went to school looking like she does?'. So many images started to flood through Quinn's mind. She ran her fingers through her pink hair as she made her way out of the school.
The second she was out of that hell hole, she pulled out her stress-relievers. Cigarettes. She took one out of the pack, put in her mouth, lit it, and took a long drag. She needed that. The only place that Quinn could think of Rachel to be is under the bleachers. But what would Rachel want with the other badass school-skippers?
The answer came onto the her like she was ran over by a cheetah. Rachel was leaning against a poll, smoking weed, and dressed just like Quinn; in all black. Only difference, Rachel had on stripper heals instead of combat boots. This girl couldn't have been the same sweet, broadway loving, Barbra Streisand worshipping diva.
Rachel's eyes were lined with black eye shadow and liner(like Amy Lee's). There was a piercing on the end of her right eyebrow and another one in the middle of her bottom lip. Her left shoulder/upper arm area was decorated with a dark red, bleeding bullet hole tattoo, and the right had a dripping black rose and it's stem and thorns wrapping around her arm down to her hand. And the biggest change was that Rachel had part of the right side of her head shaved. The shave went from almost the end of her right eyebrow and slanted slightly down to the middle in the back, so all her hair went to her left side; including her bangs. Also, her hair faded into purple tips.
Quinn practically choked on her cigarette, staring at the new Rachel. She had to admit, no matter how wrong this was, it was really hot.
Rachel's summer had become shadowed and broken. She didn't ace her first NYADA audition. Finn dumped her not only emotionally but physically. Rachel and Finn were getting into a fight in Finn's car on the way to BreadstiX. Finn unbuckled her seatbelt without her noticing, opened her door, and pushed her right out of the moving vehicle. Besides a fractured collarbone, she suffered minor injuries. And the worst part, her dads forced her out of the closet. They even managed to pry out her crush. She never wanted anyone to find out. Especially if that anyone was a miss Quinn Fabray.
"Hey Fabray." Rachel said in a hoarse voice. Her cheeks went warm and started to flush pink.
"Rach, the hell happened to you? Walk into a tattoo parlor for the first time and come out lookin' like that?" Quinn's eyes were wide as she walked around the little brunette, examining her at every angle.
"Ha ha." Rachel had a heavy amount of sarcasm in her voice. She took another drag of the weed.
"I'm serious! What the fuck happened to the fragile brunette that loved to sing and worshipped Barbra?" Quinn questioned.
"She doesn't exist anymore, Lucy." Rachel snarled, her voice cold and haunted, nothing like the Rachel Quinn once knew. "Whether you like it or not, this is me. If you got a problem, then you can skip your sorry ass out of my sight."
Quinn shuddered at the mention of her first name. "I never thought you could stoop this low, Rachel. I really care about you."
"Well it's too late now. And if you really did care about me, you would've stopped me from doing this to myself." Rachel gestured to herself.
As Quinn was about to respond, her words choked in her throat. She refused to let loose any tears, so her eyes appeared misty. As if waterfalls covered her corneas, but it wasn't full enough at the bottom to flood. She didn't tear her eyes away from Rachel until she sneered, her evil eye practically glowing, and turned to follow her gaze.
Puck was approaching them, looking calm and cool like always. However, there was a glint of anger in his eyes.
"What's going on ladies?" He asked calmly, eying Rachel oddly before turning to Quinn for an answer.
"Mrs. Queen Bitch here is judging me just because I changed. Yet, I never judged her when she changed." Rachel growled.
"She is judging you because she actually gives a fuck about you! She is trying to help you in the only way mankind fucking knows how! And you are being a fucking cunt!" Puck growled back, anger boiling, defenses high, and fists clenched tightly. Quinn's hazel irises kept flashing between Puck's fists and Rachel's face.
"Oh, so she gives a fuck about me just like she gave a fuck about her baby daddy right before she dumped his sorry ass?" She retorted scornfully. Puck's anger had reached past its boiling point.
"Oh, you little slut" His voice dripping with icicles. He walked towards to brunette, cocking his fist up, getting it ready like how you would cock a gun before shooting. Quinn bit her lip, biting back her desperation.
"Get the hell away from her before I kick you in the sausage!" Quinn's voice sounding demonic and protective. The skank grabbed Puck's fist with her nails and clung on tightly. Her hazel eyes now looking black as if storm clouds were ready to strike lightening on Puck.
"I am dead fucking serious. We're done here. Let's go." Her icy tone getting colder with every word. She firmly grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him around and pushing him away from the scene before things got ugly. As she was forcing Puck away, she looked back at Rachel and gave her a sly grin, telling the brunette that she would be safe from Puck for a while.