ABOVE AND BELOW

Male!Quinn & Rachel + Female!Puck.

Male Quinn: Chris Zylka

Female Puck: Mila Kunis (both genderswap ideas came from the amazing work brittanas (.) tumblr (.) com /tagged/genderswap)

Rated: M for sexual contents and cursing.

Summary: Quinnten and Norah are the hit couple in McKinley. But when lies and deceit come to the surface, choices are made and new feelings are discovered. Will Rachel keep pursuing the Quarterback or look around for someone else? Faberry, somehow A/U. Some storylines are the same.

A/N: I know I haven't posted updates for my other fic, I'll get back on that but I got this idea and wanted to write it down. Thanks for your attention and leave your comments!

CHAPTER 1

Quinnten Fabray was leaning against his locker and retrieving his books for the first period, when his world crashed down. Clad in his letterman jacket and designer jeans, he had achieved his popularity through his football player talents and strong attitude for command; he had been the first freshman to enter the football team and now, as sophomore, he had become Captain and the best Wide Receiver McKinley Titans ever blonde guy had led the team to the 1st victory in 20 years, since Russell Fabray – his father – was Quarterback and had won every Football title at that time; living with those expectations hadn't been easy, Fabray senior had put so much pressure on his shoulders that he had wanted to just give up and shift the responsibilities to someone else. Someone like Finn Hudson, his best friend, or Dave Karofsky. Someone who was interested in that burden, but no one was as good as he was. It was a blessing and a curse, at the same time. Of course, being the most popular guy in McKinley meant that he couldn't date anyone but the most popular girl aka the Head Cheerleader Norah Puckerman, who was currently standing in front of him with teary eyes and quivering lips.

Their relationship had met some resistance from his family, since she was a Jewish girl whose father had disappeared when she was just a little girl. Russell Fabray had yelled and called his son disrespectful by bringing her into his house, but let it slide after Judy's intercession and just considered it a mere façade to raise his son's popularity and keep him from committing sexual acts out of wedlock, something he would have never given his blessing to. Furthermore, to accept their relationship he required for them to join the Chastity Club that the local church had insisted for McKinley to start, in order to keep the young teenagers pure.

"Hey, what's going on? Did something happen at practice?" Quinnten had never been a very affectionate boyfriend, keeping PDA to minimum level unless he lost some of his self control and gave into his girlfriend's beauty, like that time in the hot tub one month before.

"I am pregnant." Norah whispered brokenly before flinging herself into his arms, hands curled around the fabric of his Ralph Lauren's shirt as her tears soaked its collar, leaving a darkened path behind. The blonde player stood frozen in the spot, his mind was still trying to process the shocking news but being the gentleman he was raised to be, he wrapped his arms robotically around her.

"It'…it's going to be okay." He whispered softly and sighed against her ear, chocolate orbs settled on the pairing from across the hallway but quickly looked away once Quinnten's face raised to look around. Rachel's brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity, it wasn't ordinary that the Head Cheerio cried in her boyfriend's arms in front of everyone. She was nothing but a loser to Norah, but after the popular couple joined the Glee club the insults had diminished and the slushy attacks had lessened; Rachel had never worried about Quinnten nor gotten on the receiving end of his insults, he had left her alone and watched with interest whenever she took the spotlight in the Glee club. The blonde player had been silently supporting her throughout the weeks of attendance in the club, never joining the other members when they tried to tear her down or call on her diva antics.

"What's up with Q and Norah?" Finn Hudson, Glee co-captain and Titans Quarterback, looked extremely tall compared to her petite frame; she had openly expressed her not subtle attraction for him and made some advances on him, earning a stolen kiss in the auditorium before he ran off muttering Mailman to himself. It had been humiliating and when she had tried to approach him the following days, he had simply turned her down and gone back to talk to her only during the Glee Club slots.

"I have no idea, shouldn't you be the one more informed since you are supposed to be his best friend?" The brunette slammed the locker shut and turned on her heels, leaving a dumbfounded Finn alone; although, he merely noticed her diva outburst, focusing on the broken look on Quinnten's face who was still trying to comfort his sobbing girlfriend the best he could.

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Having Norah over while his parents were away for the weekend sounded like a good idea at first, they could have had a dinner and enjoyed a movie in the big Fabray basement, where his father had installed a flat TV screen that covered most of the wall. Although, the brunette girl had different ideas and aimed straight for the liquor cabinet choosing the finest vodka that belonged to Judy Fabray not wanting to raise any suspicion with Russell. Quinnten was easily persuaded to spend the rest of the night in the hot tub, sharing long gulps of the alcoholic beverage and indulging in the languid kisses that his girlfriend placed all over his bare neck and lips. Alcohol served its purpose of losing inhibitions and Quinnten, being a teenage guy, didn't find any strength to push his girlfriend off his lap even after they had both lost the remaining clothes left between them.

"Let me take care of you, I promise you'll feel good." Norah's voice was like a mermaid song, unable to resist and whispered the right way to make his hormones race; he could feel her own wetness spread along the length of his manhood and her breasts press against his flat chest. It felt good and wrong at the same time. He wanted to stop and not to take things further, it was everything he had always believed into. No premarital sex. Yet, her voice was so sultry and comforting. Her lips trailed slowly along the hollow of his neck as her hands touched his abs underwater, dragging her short nails along the groove of his defined muscles that made his hips buck forward and brush along something soft. Something that made his girlfriend moan and thrust her slender hips down, grinding more fiercely against his hardened shaft.

"We should stop, I don't want to…" Quinnten closed his eyes for the pleasure, his mind and body ached for different things while his heart stood in between. Confused and beating hard, he wanted to stop and keep going. He wanted to slip inside of her and finally understand what every guy talked about in school. His hands trailed along his girlfriend's sides, stopping her from lowering herself to take him inside and just kept moving her hips up and down. It wasn't sex if he had gone inside, right? "What about protections?"

"I took care of it baby." The cheerleader's fingers curled around the edge of the tub, gripping it tightly as she humped her boyfriend's hardness with more speed; the tip of his member pressed deliciously against her engorged nub and wouldn't have taken her long to finally release against him, after being stopped so many times since they had started dating. "Oh Quinnten!" She gasped in his ear and pressed her naked frame against his as she gave into the feeling that was overcoming her body, with the last quick thrusts she let the orgasm rip through her frame . She barely noticed the added wetness on her folds, spurting from the tip of Quinnten's shaft as he released in the warm water of the tub, silent and guilty for losing control so easily.

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"How…did this happen?" Quinnten whispered to his girlfriend as they waited for Mr. Schuester to finish his long rant about the upcoming Sectionals. He had comforted her for more than 40 minutes before they had mutually decided not to skip the Glee Club meeting, not wanting to raise any suspicion among their fellow members.

"The hot tub, water speeds up the process." Norah whispered absentmindedly, she didn't even bother to look back at her confused boyfriend, too busy to steal glances at the Quarterback sitting two rows before her who kept throwing sneaky looks at the couple. "Look, you put me in this situation and I expect you to do the right thing Quinnten." Shaking her head, she stood up and followed her best friends – Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce – out of the room without sparing another glance to the blonde sitting in the last row of the room.

"Dude, are you okay?" Finn sat beside him on the chair the Head Cheerio had just vacated, his hand rested awkwardly on top of his shoulder and squeezed it softly, trying to comfort his best friend in the manliest way he knew. "What happened in the hallway?"

"I am screwed up man, my dad is going to kill me." The blonde receiver shook his head and ran a hand through his short hair, sighing loudly and mentally weighing his own options. Find a job? He could do that, but his parents would get suspicious. They were loaded and wouldn't have accepted him to work unless it was for the family business. What to do?

"It's gonna be okay Quinnten, whatever is I am sure your folks will understand." He squeezed his best friend's shoulder and looked up in time to catch Norah's eyes in the hallways; nodding lightly, he stood up and marched down the step to gather his bag. "I am gonna go talk to Coach for a strategy for the next match, go home and get some rest man."

"Catch you later Finn." The shorter player nodded at his friend and slumped further into the chair, pressing the heels of his palms over his tired eyes, very much aware of a strong headache that would be coming soon. His mind went back to that afternoon, just few minutes of pleasure that led to this mess. What was going to happen? Will they keep the baby? Raise it? How could they support a child if they were children themselves? No jobs nor a stable environment for the baby to be raised properly. What about their relationship? Would they get married? Break-up? "Ugh!" Standing up he grabbed his bag and threw it across the room, watching it hit the wall and then fall to the ground with a soft thud.

"Quinn?" A soft voice startled the panting player, making him lose his balance and drop unceremoniously on his butt, in front of Rachel Diva Berry. "Gosh, are you feeling alright? You shouldn't stand up too quickly after an injury, you could risk getting dizzy and fainting and I am not fully prepared on CPR nor I am sure the nurse Roberts is still here at such late hour-"

"Berry!" He barked stopping the rant midway "I am fine, really. I suffered worse during practices or matches, it's my ego that hurts the most" He chuckled lightly and stood up slowly, rubbing his backside through the jeans. "I apologize for my irate gesture and scaring you, it's just a bad day." Crossing his arms over his chest, he took a moment to fully look down at the brunette standing before him. The first thing coming to his mind was that she was beautiful, indeed. Not in a canon way like Norah or sexy like Santana was, but in her unique and simple way that made her look better than all those clones walking around school in Cheerios uniforms.

"I know that we never went past a superficial greeting during Glee club and I am sure Finn or Norah will be the most suitable individuals you'd turn to, but if you need an objective and discrete ear I am here for you." Rachel smiled gently at the taller guy, she didn't feel inadequate nor too small compared to the blonde football player. Surely, he was handsome and taller than her but the height difference was probably more appropriate than the one she had shared – even if briefly – with Finn.

"I might take you up on that, girlfriend problems can't be discussed with the girl and Finn would probably give me his male POV before going back to play COD." Quinnten chuckled to himself and stepped down the steps to fully stand before the singer; she was short but cute at the same time, making him want to just pull her into his arms. But it was bad. Not when he had to think about the baby he was having with his girlfriend. "Thank you for the offer and have a good rest of the day, Rachel." With that said, he brushed past her toward his bag before leaving the choir room with a visible frown adorning his face.

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"What's going on with you and Quinn? We could have got caught with your obvious glances." Finn hissed as he followed the Head Cheerio inside the locker rooms; practice had long finished, so they had the room to themselves without being worried about indiscrete ears. "What is it?"

"I am pregnant, dumbass. I fucking told you to wear the damn condom but you had already finished inside of me." Norah pushed her finger against his sternum, clearly intimidating the tallest guy despite the big height difference between them. "What am I supposed to do now? I have no job and this is gonna ruin my fucking life. I didn't want to be a Lima loser like my dad!"

"How can you be sure it's mine? Quinn was pretty sure he had been the one doing the damage here." He threw his hands up and backed away from the girl, not wanting to having to deal with hormones driven Norah Puckerman. He knew what she was capable of and still wondered how Quinnten could deal with that on daily basis.

"He didn't do any damage cause we were in the freaking tub and not that close to me when he came. You, on the other hand, were all the way in and I've been missing my period since we did it two months ago." She growled in frustration and started pacing up and down the locker room; she knew that Finn Hudson was nowhere near to take care or provide for a child, Quinnten was her best option. He loved her and his family was stable enough to look after her and the baby, when the bills would have started piling up.

"So it's mine? Am I gonna be a dad?" He stepped closer to the cheerleader only to be shoved back, clearly making a mistake – again. "What the hell? You just told me it's my baby and I can't even come closer? What the actual fuck?"

"First of all. Lay off the swearing in front of MY child. Secondly, just because your lazy sperm cell managed to find my egg on its own, you are a dad? How can you provide a stable life for a baby if what you do best is sitting around on your ass and play COD? Where you'll get the money when medical bills start coming? No, you are not a dad. You are merely a donor and I am choosing to have this baby with my boyfriend, whom I trust enough to be there for us, for his family." Turning away from the Quarterback, she couldn't help but feel the tears pool in her eyes. Why did she have to cheat on him with Finn? His best friend? Quinnten had been a perfect and caring boyfriend till then, but it hadn't been enough and now she was in this messy predicament where she wished the baby had been a Fabray.

"But not enough to tell him that the bastard you are carrying is mine huh? Go ahead and tell him that you were sleeping with his best friend behind his back for the past 3 months. Let's see how much he'll love the truth knowing he wasn't enough; if it wasn't for this mistake, you would still keep me warm in bed at night and be on his arm during the daylight." He snarled at her back shaking his head, for a moment he thought he could take responsibilities and get the girl he had secretly fallen in love with, but he was wrong. "Go and tell him or I swear that-"

"You swear what? Don't you dare telling him anything or you'll see what I am capable of, Finn Hudson!" She looked back at him with gritted teeth and rage in her brown eyes, hands balled into fists at her side as she watched the Quarterback just storm out of the room, slamming the door behind himself. With him gone, she could just feel the weight of her mistakes crash her down to the floor. Collapsing against the lockers, she buried her head against her knees and sobbed.