Chapter One:
Quinn Fabray sat in her bedroom, pondering the upcoming events of the coming day. It was Monday morning, before school, 7:15 AM. Her events of the day were as follows: school (English paper on Hamlet due, and Pre-Calc test), then Cheerios practice, then...nothing, she guessed. Maybe she'd go to her best friend, Santana Lopez's house, and watch some old-timey, classic musical. God, as long as it wasn't West Side Story again. Quinn had heard Santana's rendition of "A Boy Like That" more times than she could swallow. But, ultimately, it wasn't really a question if she would go to her best friend's house or not-more what they would watch and when they would be done with Cheerios practice.
A soft knock sounded on Quinn's door. "Hello dear!" her mother said, gliding into the room and smoothing the bedspread. Mrs. Fabray was wearing all angel-white, and showed off her sterling silver cross necklace with Christian pride.
"Hey, Mom," Quinn replied. She sat up, primly zipping up her Cheerios uniform that she had to wear everyday in the large mirror propped up against her light blue wall. She tightened her curly, high, blonde ponytail, ran her hands over the nonexistent wrinkles in the red skirt, and walked out of her bedroom door to catch the school bus.
Santana Lopez smiled at herself in round vanity in the corner of her room. Her flawless complexion and tanned legs made her a natural beauty, and she fully knew it. But for some unknown, completely ridiculous reason that probably, definitely had something to do with the fact that she was in glee club, she found herself nestled tightly at the bottom of William McKinley High's rigid social ladder.
Whatever. It was all utter bullcrap anyways. In her mind, she was still the raging queen bitch of that school (accompanied by just Quinn, of course), just as she was before the New Directions came to town. And it didn't matter-she would get her rightful place back before high school ended, or she'd be damned.
She sighed obnoxiously. She should probably get going if she wanted to catch Quinn at the bus stop. The curvy Latina dashed out of her orange-hued bedroom and to the quiet bus stop to meet her undisputed best friend, Quinn Fabray.
"Hey, Blondie! Quinnnn!" Santana called as she tapped on her best friend's shoulder.
"Hmm, who could it be? Mom? Dad? Or..God, I don't know...Santana?!" Quinn replied, practically dripping with heavy sarcasm.
"Ha ha ha, very funny Q. But I have some important shit to tell you about."
The blonde cut her off immediately. "Santana, I'm sorry, and I love you so much, you know that, but if this is another one of your elaborate schemes to become uber-popular, I don't want to hear it."
"No no no, Quinn, I swear this one is freaking genius. Seriously, you'll love it more than life itself! You'll love it more than One Tree Hill!"
"Nope. I forbid this. Don't you dare even start."
"Alright, alright, fine. But, let me just tell you, you would've had a hell of a time pretending to be blind and then making a miraculous recovery!"
Quinn snorted and laughed so hard her core hurt from shaking. "Wow, okay, I'm just gonna pretend I never heard that and that there aren't kids at our school who actually suffer from that disability."
The yellow school bus rolled to a screeching stop at the curb, and the two Cheerios climbed aboard, avoiding Stoner Brett and the creepy, red-haired afro kid, Jacob Ben Israel, who obsessed over annoying Rachel Berry daily. And, to top it off, he relentlessly tried to interview Santana about her secret boob job.
"Can I ask you something?" Santana wondered aloud.
Quinn sighed. "Yeah?"
"Why aren't we popular? I mean, we're hot as sweet hell, co-captains of the Cheerios...it doesn't make any sense."
"Tana, we've been over this a hundred million times. Two words: glee club. Everyone loved and worshiped our asses until we joined. They were all just so...mad. I don't know, they thought we were acting like we were better then all of them. But we can't quit now, okay? Don't get any ideas. Mr. Schue, everyone, they need us to win Sectionals. And it's sort of the best part of my day at this point."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. Whatever." Then Santana grinned. "At least we have each other," she sang, nudging her long-time best friend.
Quinn pecked her on the cheek lightly, in a best friend sort of way. "Always!"
After Cheerios practice, Santana and Quinn plodded slowly to the parking lot. They grasped each other's arms for support. Their knees were killing them; Santana's friend Brittany S. Pierce had dropped Quinn off the precarious pyramid...again. And, of course, Coach Sylvester made them practice for an extra hour because of the mishap. But it really wasn't fair, Brittany had broken her wrist not that long ago, and it was still healing. That was Sue Sylvester for you.
As the girls crept to the curb, they noticed Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel arrive at their sides. They were both in glee club, and Finn was surprisingly still popular, even though he spent his free time singing show tunes with a gay kid, and a whole host of very unique teens. And Kurt was his step-brother, so that sort of automatically gave him a boost of popularity. William McKinley High was oddly accepting of him, maybe because he was one of the few kids who couldn't care less what anyone else thought about him. So, everyone adored the Hummel-Hudson clan.
"Hey ladies! Coach Sue beat you up today?" Kurt asked empathetically. Everything from his scarf, to his tight purple pants, to his exaggerated hand movements screamed, Broadway, here I come! Patti LuPone shall be mine!
"Ugh, yes," Santana groaned, squeezing Q's hand.
"That sucks. Buuuut, I-well, Finn and me-would like to invite you to our party tonight. It's gonna be crazy. Burt and Carole are gone, and we found the key to their new liquor cabinet."
The Latina and the blonde gasped in unison. Did they just get invited to a party? Granted, Kurt wasn't crazy popular, but Finn? He was McKinley High's stud quarterback.
"Yes! Of course!" Santana supplied for the both of them. "We'll be there!"
Quinn groaned internally. What the hell did Rachel Berry (Finn's on-off girlfriend) see in him? He was about as smart as a sack of rocks, and as entertaining as that movie War Horse. Quinn had fallen asleep only fifteen minutes in.
Santana elbowed her, hard, in the ribcage, and Quinn plastered on a brilliant smile.
"Can't wait, Hummel, Finn," Tana gushed. God, she got so giddy when she got some new idea that could make them as popular as they were before.
"Alright. See you two later," the boys announced together, walking away; Kurt doing more of a sashay while Finn tripped over his own big, hobbit-like feet.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Santana screeched. "AHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy. "I heard of this party! Everyone's talking about it. It's supposed to be huge. I just didn't realize that Finnocence and Lady Hummel were throwing it, I mean, in out old life, we would've been the ones sharing our leftover scraps of popularity with them, I-"
"Santana, I swear to God," Quinn interrupted, laughing. "Calm down. I realize it's weird to you and all, but the point is, we were invited to the biggest house party yet."
"Yes!" Santana called. "Look, we can get ready together, it'll be great. C'mon!" Quinn chuckled as Santana dragged her off to the sidewalk for the long hike to Santana's Abuela's house in Lima Heights Adjacent.
But what the two happy girls didn't hear was what Kurt said to Finn as they casually walked home. "I'm so excited!" he proclaimed. "I'm finally gonna have lesbian friends! It's just like I've always dreamed!"
