So this idea has been stuck in my head for months and now I finally have the time to write it down. This is surprisingly not a Quick one-shot, but more a a Faberry friendship thing. I hope you enjoy and remember to review after you read!

How a Resurrection Really Feels

Quinn Fabray loved being popular. She loved the feeling of being on top, everyone else wishing they could be as pretty and popular as she is. That's why when the opportunity to gain her popularity back arose, she snatched it as fast as she could. She was no longer Quinn Fabray: the girl who got pregnant, who was kicked out of her house, and who lied about the baby daddy, but was back as Quinn Fabray: head cheerleader, girlfriend of the popular football player, and all around social butterfly.

There were duties, though, that came with being popular that Quinn had to do. One of them was picking on those who were less fortunate than her; those who didn't even appear on the social hierarchy. The one Quinn chose to pick on the most ever since freshman year when Quinn saw her trying to flirt with her then crush, Finn Hudson, was Rachel Berry. Quinn had done every nasty thing to Rachel in the book. She had slushied her, drawn pornographic pictures of her in the bathroom, embarrassed her in front of the whole school, and called her every mean name she could think of.

Some might call Quinn a bitch for doing all these things to Rachel, but Quinn knew it was all part of the job, especially if she didn't want Santana stealing the position from her. Last year when she was pregnant she found herself going soft, but she blamed it all on the baby hormones and once she had given the tiny infant up for adoption her stone-cold exterior was back.

Which is why Quinn was currently walking down the busy hallways of William McKinley High School, freezing cold slushy in hand. The drink was starting to really make her hand cold, so she began to walk quickly down the hall. Her serfs, as she liked to call the rest of the student body, saw the slushy and knew what was going to happen. Their eyes followed the Queen Bee as she approached her victim. Rachel was standing at her locker, fixing her hair in the mirror, not suspecting a thing.

Quinn walked right up behind her. "Hey man hands," she smirked. Rachel, startled, turned towards Quinn who then threw the slushy right into her tan face.

Rachel's face collapsed from her signature smile, to a frown, and then to pain when the ice hit. Quinn laughed along with the serfs who had followed her, and gave a fellow cheerleader a high-five.

"Sorry Treasure Trail, it slipped," Quinn said as she pretended to be shocked by her actions. Rachel didn't say anything for a minute.

She looked like she was about to say something to Quinn, but deciding against it, and she turned around and ran to the nearest bathroom. Quinn saw the humiliation and sadness in Rachel's eyes, but she chose to ignore it because it made this process a whole lot easier.

Quinn turned around and laughed a bit more with the serfs before throwing the cup in the garbage and making her way to her locker to grab her books.

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That night Quinn was exhausted from a long day of Cheerios practice. After dinner she took a shower, did a little homework, and went straight to bed.

The next morning her alarm went off as usual. As she turned over to press the snooze button she noticed the alarm went off at 6:00 instead of 6:30, when she usually got up. Then she noticed it wasn't her alarm clock at all; instead of her light purple one, there was a pink, Hello Kitty one. Quinn thought maybe she was still dreaming, so she closed her eyes for a minute, then opened them again, but no such luck. She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling before noticing her white fan was replaced by a yellow one. She scrunched up her perfectly shaped eye-brows in confusion. It wasn't until she sat up and looked around the room, though, that she really began to worry. Her pale blue walls, religious pictures, and posters of Taylor Lautner and Zac Efron were replaced by yellow walls, stickers of gold stars, and posters of Broadway musicals.

Quinn, habitually, wiped the sleep out of her eyes. When she saw her hands, though, she noticed they were much more tan than usual. She thought that was weird considering she hadn't had a chance to use Coach Sylvester's tanning bed passes yet. Nervously, she began to twirl her finger through her hair. She noticed it was thicker than usual and when she looked at it and saw it was chocolate brown she had to use all her power not to scream.

She quickly jumped out of the bed, panicked. This was not her room. This was not her skin or her hair. This was not her house. Where was she and what was she doing there?

She looked straight forward into the mirror and noticed for the first time she looked fully and completely like Rachel Berry. This time she couldn't hold it in; she screamed…loudly.

She heard rushed footsteps coming up the stairs before her door was thrown wide open. "Rachel, why on earth are you screaming?" asked a man that Quinn recognized as one of Rachel's dads.

Quickly, Quinn thought of an excuse. "Just doing some vocal exercises. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud." At least her voice sounded like Rachel as well, even if it was a bit shaky.

The tall, dark-skinned man gave Rachel a skeptical look before nodding. "Okay, well, keep it down please. Or the neighbors will complain…again."

"Yes, sir," Quinn said. The man turned out of the room and closed the door behind him. It was then that Quinn's eye caught sight of a neon pink sticky note stuck onto Rachel's vanity mirror. It read:

A bitch to Rachel, that you are.

But your actions leave a scar.

Now is your chance to see

How truly hurtful your actions can be

Quinn read it over and over until she had the thing memorized. So this was all a sort of payback for the things she had done to Rachel?

She shook her head. No, there was no way this was true. This sort of thing didn't happen in real life; only the movies. She had to still be asleep. She tried pinching herself, but no such luck. She lightly banged her head on the vanity, smashed her finger in a drawer, and stubbed her toe on the closet door, but still nothing worked. After a couple minutes of trying to wake herself up, Quinn figured nothing was going to work, so she might as well live the dream and get it over with.

She refused to take a shower, not wanting to see any more of the brunette than she had to. She put Rachel's thick, brunette hair into a high pony tail, and straightened out the bangs. She dug into Rachel's closet, and in the very back, buried under layers of skirts and animal sweaters was a pair of dark-washed jeans. Quinn picked that and the least hideous blouse she could find before applying make-up and making her way downstairs.

Luckily, Rachel's house was designed the same as most homes in Lima, so it wasn't that hard for Quinn to find the kitchen. When she walked in she was met with the pleasant aroma of pancakes. The dad that had come up earlier to check on her was now in the kitchen flipping pancakes and whistling to himself.

"Oh, hello Pumpkin," the man smiled as he saw Quinn walk into the room. Quinn tried to act as normal was possible when she returned his smile, but Rachel had always been the good actress, not her.

"That outfit is definitely different for you, Rach," the man commented.

She shrugged. "I thought I would switch it up a bit today."

The man nodded and that was the end of that. "Would you like some pancakes?" he asked. "They're vegan."

Usually Quinn wouldn't eat pancakes because she was always worried about fitting into her Cheerios uniform, but she figured it was Rachel's body, not hers, so why not go for it?

"Man, you were really hungry," Rachel's dad said after Quinn had eaten her second helping. She hadn't had anything as good as pancakes in a long time, and she was going to take advantage of it while she could.

She looked at the clock and saw that she had fifteen minutes to get to school. "I guess I better go," she said as she grabbed Rachel's backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

"Alright babe, I want you to remember that no matter what anyone does or says to you that you will always be better than them by taking the higher road. If that Quinn girl bothers you again, tell a teacher because I don't want to see you coming home crying for the fourth day in a row, okay?" Quinn felt a pang of guilt shoot through her body. She was the girl he was talking about; she was the girl who had made Rachel cry three days in a row, if not more.

Quinn nodded, not able to speak. He pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you Rachel, and no matter what anyone says you are the most special, talented, and beautiful daughter in the world, and nothing will change that." Quinn found herself melting into his hug a bit. Her dad would never say these words to her, even before she got pregnant. He was always hassling her to be perfect, constantly telling her she wasn't good enough. It was nice having someone tell her she was okay just the way she was for once, even if he wasn't directly talking about her.

He let go of her, and Quinn reluctantly did the same. She smiled at him wide before heading out towards the garage. Once Quinn had started Rachel's car and was pulling out of the driveway she noticed she had no idea where Rachel lived, and didn't know how to get to school. She drove around for five minutes before finally finding a street she recognized, and made it to school in just enough time.

When Quinn first entered the school she had forgotten she wasn't her normal self, and was confused when nobody parted the hallways as she walked down. Most people ignored her altogether, but some of the more popular kids snickered things to each other as she passed. Quinn felt a strange sense of déjà vu, thinking back to the time when she was pregnant and everyone did the same thing.

She found Rachel's locker easily, since it was the place she slushied the brunette most of the time. As she walked towards it people bumped into her without even saying they were sorry or even acknowledging they hit her at all. Quinn felt more invisible than ever when she finally arrived at the locker. She suddenly realized she didn't know Rachel's locker combination, but somehow when she grabbed the lock her fingers moved and unlocked it. Quinn stood there a bit confused as first, but then she just shrugged it off and reached into Rachel's locker. It's not like that was the weirdest thing to happen that day, anyway.

She gathered Rachel's books and made her way to Rachel's first block class, which somehow she knew, just as invisible as before. She kind of felt bad for Rachel. No one smiled at her or even looked at her, and for the first time she got a glimpse of just how lonely it must be to be the brunette.

Rachel's first block was Pre- Calculus, which Quinn was pretty good at. But when the teacher called for everyone to choose partners, everyone in the room avoided Quinn's eyes. The other kid who ended up without a partner's face fell when he realized who he was stuck with. He looked over to his two friends and gave them death stares. They shrugged in apology, and Quinn just sat there open-mouthed. Couldn't they tell she could see everything they were doing? Quinn then realized that they didn't care that she could see.

The boy moved over to an empty desk near Rachel. "Why don't we do these on our own, and we can just compare our answers and pretend like we did them together?" the boy suggested.

"O…okay," Quinn stammered, a little hurt by his comment. Was it really so bad to work with the brunette?

The next two classes, Physics and English, were just as bad. Quinn honestly felt like she wanted to cry when she realized she had been through three classes and the only time someone had talked to her was when they were saying they didn't want to be her partner. She couldn't understand how Rachel seemed so bubbly and happy all the time. When Quinn was treated like this (although it had never been this bad for her) all she did was mope around and cry. Quinn always thought Rachel just had amazing self-confidence and never let anything get to her, but now she was starting to realize that maybe the brunette was just acting at school, but inside she was truly miserable.

Things only got worse when she was at her locker, grabbing her books for Spanish the following period. She heard large footsteps behind her, and habitually turned around, thinking it might be Sam. But it wasn't Sam, it was Karofsky, and in his hand was a purple slushy.

"Quinn's not at school today, so I thought I'd do her a favor and do this for her," he said. When she saw his hand move, she squinted her eyes shut, right before the slushy hit her square in the face. Quinn felt the familiar burning feeling as the ice dripped down her cheeks. Quinn not only wanted to cry because of the humiliation, but because of how much it stung. Normally she wouldn't have stood for this; she would have given Karofsky a piece of her mind, and made him wish he had never done it, but she could hear the voice of Rachel's dad echoing through her head telling her to take the high road, so she did what Rachel usually did, which was turn around and run off to the nearest bathroom, as everyone around her laughed and pointed.

As she made her way to the bathroom she passed Finn. She momentarily expected Finn to intervene and reprimand Karofsky for what he did, but then she remembered Rachel and Finn had broken up, leaving the brunette with no one to turn to.

Quinn had been slushied before, but for some reason this time seemed ten times worse than all the others. This time was purely for humiliation. When Quinn realized this is what she made Rachel feel like every single day she began to weep. She stood in front of sink, and grabbed it before slumping over and crying. When she looked up into the mirror she once again looked back into Rachel's big brown eyes. She looked at Rachel in the mirror, covered in purple corn syrup, tears streaming down her face. Quinn felt so much guilt in that moment that she thought she might throw up. She willed herself not to as she turned on the sink and began the process of cleaning herself off.

It took a while to get completely clean, and when the hallway was clear she had to sneak to Rachel's locker for a pair of clean clothes.

Luckily, her next class was Spanish, which Mr. Schuster taught, and he excused her when she was late. When class was over she left as quickly as possible, seeing in his eyes he wanted to ask questions.

Next period was lunch, and Quinn was nervous. Who did Rachel usually sit with? Quinn was always so wrapped up in her own little world she never even bothered to notice.

She decided on a salad for lunch, not wanting to break Rachel's being a vegan. She had already destroyed so much of Rachel, she didn't want to destroy one more thing.

She found Mercedes, Tina, and Mike sitting at a table. She didn't know if that's who Rachel usually sat by but she decided to go ahead and try because that was her best bet.

"Hey guys, can I sit you with?" she asked.

Mercedes shrugged. "Sure."

She awkwardly sat down next to the other diva of the group. They continued on with their conversation as if she wasn't there. Quinn sat and quietly ate her salad, not wanting to butt in on the conversation and get Rachel into more trouble.

Lunch finally ended and Quinn was happy she had Glee next; at least it would be something familiar.

When she entered the choir room Brittany, Santana, Tina, Mike, and Puck were already in there. She took a seat in the back, and eavesdropped on the conversation they were having.

"Quinn's not at school today," she heard Tina say. She immediately perked up at the mention of her name.

"She's probably preggers again," Santana said, rolling her eyes. Everyone looked over at Puck.

"Hey, don't look at me," Puck said. "She won't even let me near her now that she's back on top." Quinn did feel some guilt when she heard him say that because it was true, she had been ignoring him ever since giving the baby up for adoption and rejoining the Cheerios. She wanted to forget last year and everything that came with it, but when she saw the hurt look in his eyes when he said that she realized maybe she was wrong to push him away.

"It's kind of sad," Tina said, "That she thinks everyone likes her when really everyone just pretends to like her because they're scared of her. They don't want to end up like Rachel," she whispered the last part, but Quinn could still hear.

Suddenly she began to internally freak out. Did everyone really just pretend to like her? She thought about it before realizing she had just as many real friends as Rachel did; none. When she had gotten pregnant last year the only real friends she had were Kurt, who transferred, and Mercedes, with whom she had sort of been ignoring lately, afraid she would bring down her rep. Santana, Brittany, and the other Cheerios were only friends with her when she was on top because last year when she was just as far down as Rachel, they hadn't even acknowledged her existence, but now that she was back on top, they worshipped at her feet.

Quinn began to feel dizzy and the room began to spin. All this was too much for one day. Mr. Schuster walked in the room and Quinn stood up, about to ask him if she could go see the nurse when the room began to move and her eyes began to go black. Before she knew it she fainted and fell to the floor.

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Quinn woke up with a monster headache. She sat up in her bed, but it was too fast because suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. She held onto the blankets for support and steadied herself as the feeling left.

The door to her room opened and her mom, Judy, peaked her head inside. "Quinnie, is your head feeling better?" she asked.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Yea, it still hurts. Why is it hurting so badly?"

"You don't remember?" Judy asked.

Quinn shook her head. "You were on the top of the pyramid at Cheerios practice and you fell and hit your head. Your doctor said you have a slight concussion and that you should stay in bed today."

"Oh, yea, I remember now," Quinn lied.

"Do you need anything?" Judy asked.

"No, I'm fine right now," Quinn answered.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything," Judy said and Quinn nodded. Judy left the room and closed the door behind her.

For some reason Quinn felt a little uncomfortable in her own skin. She couldn't describe the feeling, but she just felt, for a second, that her body didn't fit her. She looked at the mirror and saw herself sitting in bed. Everything about her looked usual. She looked down and back up again, but this time she noticed a neon pink stinky note stuck on it she was sure was not there before.

She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the mirror, grabbing the sticky note. It read:

Today has been a test to see

How good of a person you can truly be

Now you know how it feels to be someone new

And how hard it can be to be someone who's not you

So take the lessons you learned today

And put them to use tomorrow and always.

Suddenly the memory of what happened that day flooded back into her memory. She remembered waking up as Rachel, scared and confused, but feeling better once she talked to Rachel's dad. She remembered feeling invisible at school, and how bad it felt not to be wanted. She remembered being slushied and the complete humiliation that went with it. She remembered what people said about her in the choir room, and how she needed to change.

As the memories began to resurface Quinn was so shaky she had to sit down. She didn't know if what had just happened to her was a dream or real, but she did know that she would never be the same again.

The first thing she planned to do was quit the Cheerios. It had always had such a negative influence on her personality, and really she didn't enjoy it that much anyway.

Then she would go and find Puck and apologize for the way she had treated him that year. She would tell him she only pushed him away because she was scared because she knew deep down that she had feelings for him. And that scared her more than anything because she didn't want a repeat of the year before. But she was going to face her fears now, instead of pretending to be someone she wasn't.

Lastly she was going to find Rachel. She was going to sit the brunette down and tell her how absolutely terribly sorry she was for everything she had ever done to her. She was going to tell Rachel she knew an apology for the hurt she had caused her wasn't nearly enough to make up for it, but it was a start. She would vow right then and there that she would never throw another slushy in Rachel's face or call her another nasty name. She would try and find the words to explain how deeply sorry she was, and she hoped Rachel would believe she was sincere. But if Rachel didn't forgive her she wouldn't be mad because what she had been doing to Rachel for years was awful, and really unforgivable.

She would also tell Rachel how truly lucky she was to have such great dads who loved her no matter what. She would tell Rachel never to take that for granted because not everyone had it.

After tomorrow Quinn's life would change. She would become the person she was always meant to be, but she just needed a little extra help getting there. She would stop making other's feel bad to make herself feel good. She would stop letting her parent's opinions affect how she lived her life. She would stop letting her fears blindside her, and most of all she would do everything she could to make sure no one else at William McKinley High School felt as invisible as she did that day, especially Rachel.