Author's Notes:
So.. Season 2 Finale "New York", for me it wasn't that bad but it wasn't great either. They (the writers) definitely missed a couple of important details (intentionally or not). Like for example, where or what the hell was Quinn's BIG plan for NY? Was it the 'I-will-sabotage-glee's-Nationals-dream'? They didn't actually follow through that idea of a cliffhanger that they showed at the "Funeral" episode.
That's what got me intrigued and I really wanted that answered during the finale but sadly it didn't and now I'm just confused on where they're taking this plotline. And lastly, Rachel thinking that that 'kiss' with Finn was worth losing the Nationals was just a little stupid. The whole BF/GF swapping thing is nauseating and annoying. It's like watching a tennis match that's been going for months, hell, even years!
Anyway, enough of my rambling and let's get to my point. I've deciced to write this fanfic for my own personal satisfaction (a season 2 closure) and to share it with you guys, if anyone's going to read it, to see if someone agrees with me. I'll be choosing some scenes from 'New York' to edit and will be skipping other scenes and leave it as it is.
Hopefully, this will be a 'choose-your-own' storyline. I want to write for the Faberry shippers (those who want to see them together) and for those who just want Glee and for Quinn and Rachel to be friends. That's my plan 'cause I like BOTH. I do NOT own GLEE, blah blah blah.. Errors in spelling and grammar are unfortunately mine; Character/s to be introduced is mine though. Read & Review, thanks!
I kind of combined two formats while writing these. (Story and Transcript format) Transcript is how I usually work but what the hell, I just want to write it down. Okay, here we go.
Chapter 1 'Fly me to New York'
Flashback to:
INT. McKINLEY HIGH – CHOIR ROOM
It was where the Glee club was gathered for the 'Urgent Meeting' that Mr. Shue called for. Rachel, Kurt, Mercedes and Santana were eagerly awaiting the result of their audition for the solo. He then announces that they're going to go back to their original plan of writing songs to use for the Nationals. In a very rare moment, Santana compliments the others, even Rachel, saying they did a great job during the audition.
"Alright guys time to get to work. Now I want two hit songs by the time the wheels touch down at JFK, come on." Mr. Shue said relieved that there were no violent reactions from the group, especially from Rachel. He then hands them some rhyming dictionaries to use.
As the group rise from their seats to take one from Mr. Shue, Finn turns to Quinn, who was sitting behind him, and said "Hey- thanks."
"For what?" Quinn replied as she stood up, stoping beside a still-seated Finn.
"I know you're hurting right now but- it's really cool you didn't quit glee club" Finn answered sincerely.
"If I quit glee club my big plans for New York could've been ruined" Quinn supplied with a smirk on her face. "What plans?" he asked densely.
"You'll see." Quinn says nonchalantly then walks away leaving a confuse Finn.
FADE TO BLACK.
PRESENT DAY
INT. AMERICAN AIRLINES – FLIGHT TO NEW YORK- DAY
Quinn stares at the clouds below, through the plane's window; her head pressed against it. She hears someone softly humming a tune somewhere to her left. A minute smile appears on her face upon recognizing who it was, but ignores it and resists taking a peek; instead focusing on a cloud shaped like an elephant's head.
"It's now or never Quinn-" she starts her inner monologue. "-you need to execute your plan or else it will all be too late!" She takes a deep breath, slowly exhaling. "Nationals is the perfect opportuniy. You couldn't do it with prom, so this will be it." She then gets interrupted by that familiar voice again, noticing that they're no longer humming tunes but loudly belting out a song.
Rolling her eyes, she turns her head, her eyes landing on a brunette wearing headphones; bobbing her head while singing with her eyes tightly shut. She was passionately feeling the song.
"Berry." muttered Quinn. Rachel was two seats away from her.
"Oh My God, please can someone shut the Sirena up! I feel like Odysseus, hearing that voice makes me want to throw myself off this plane!" Someone said in a booming voice, Quinn recognized it as Santana's. Rachel didn't hear the latina's comment.
A flight attendant makes her way to the source of the impromptu concert, who by now attracted the whole first class' attention. She gently taps Rachel's shoulders; the brunette abruptly stops her rendition of Joan Jett's 'I Love Rock N' Roll' and takes her headphones off.
"You have an amazing voice my dear, but some of the passengers doesn't seem to appreciate your impersonation of Britney Spears. Try to keep it down, okay?" She said in a hushed voice then immediately leaves before a blushing and partially offended Rachel can say any word.
"Thank you!" Rachel heard someone said from a seat in front of her; it was unmistakably Santana's.
"It's Joan Jett's not Britney." Rachel said to no one in particular while sinking in her seat.
A blonde-haired girl, seated in front of her, looked over and asked innocently, "What did I do?"
"No Brittany, not you. I mean Britney Spears-" Sitting up straight, the brunette tried to explain but the blonde interrupts,
"-Yeah that's my name. Brittany S. Pierce." putting emphasis on her middle and last name. Her forehead scrunched up in confusion.
"Yes, I know but I specifically said 'Spears' not 'S. Pierce'" the brunette huffing before literally jumping when a glaring latina, who was seated beside Brittany, appeared.
"Seriously, Thumbelina, I will personally toss you out of this plane if you don't SHUT UP." Santana promised, her nails digging into her seat's head rest.
The tiny diva crosses her arms in a, well, a diva-manner and looks away from the latina.
"Well, I was just clarifying some details to her, Satan-na." She blurted out, her eyes widening with the sudden realization of what she said,
"Santana! I meant to say 'Santana'. Not that you're in any way similar to-" the look on the latina's face was enough to stop her from saying anything more.
"Come here you tiny little- " Santana yelled as she lunge at a cowering Rachel when they heard Mr. Shuester's voice.
"Enough you two." He said in serious tone, walking in the aisle towards them. "Will you please sit back down." Gesturing to Santana; Brittany who was restraining her tugs the latina's arm. Mr. Shue then looks at Rachel, his face pleading. "Rachel, will you just keep it down whatever it is that you're doing?"
"Alright, Mr. Shue." the brunette replied then slumps back down on her seat. He turns around back to his seat.
Quinn watched the whole scene quietly from her seat, then she heard someone spoke, "Too bad she can't storm out. I wonder where she'll go if she did." Quinn stared at the back of Lauren's head who was talking to Puck. The blonde shaking her head, looks back at the window.
"Who knew Rachel's playlist contains a song that wasn't sung by Barbra Streisand." She said to herself, accompanied by the infamous raising of an eyebrow; then a smile forms on her lips.
FADE TO BLACK.
AN "I'm like Rachel Berry, I need reviews to live." Well not really, but it's nice to receive reviews so i'll have an added motivation to write. Thanks for reading.
