Faberry Week – Day 4
Prompt: Skank!Quinn and Goth!Rachel

Premise: It's the first day of senior year and Quinn's transformed into a Skank. Rachel is a new girl who just moved to Lima, and Quinn's instantly intrigued by the girl. Oneshot.

Quinn didn't care what the other people had said about her transformation. She enjoyed donning choppy pink locks instead of golden curls. She actually didn't mind smoking and dressing in interesting fashions. She felt like herself, like she didn't have to come to school to impress anyone. Because nobody noticed her anymore, she was a Skank. The girl took a puff from her cigarette, halfheartedly listening to the other girls' conversation. They were actually really boring people, but Quinn was just glad that they were more than welcoming to accept her into their group. They were nice, but dull.

"Who's that?" she heard her friend Mel murmur into her ear. Everyone else on the steps outside of McKinley must've noticed the girl too. Because, who wouldn't? The mysterious girl was goth, but she didn't look like a Wednesday Addams wannabe. She was hot. The girl walked past the whispering students, looking as bored as ever. 'She seems cool…and she's hot.' The former blonde thought to herself. She stood up from her friends, falling right into step with the other girl.

"Name." Quinn demanded casually, walking with the girl.
"Rachel."
"Where are you from?"
"New York. The City, not some shitty upstate town."
"Mm, cool. Don't mind the assholes in this dump, they're unclassy."
"And what makes you different?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow incredulously at the nerve of the girl. Even if she didn't rule the school anymore, she wouldn't tolerate anyone talking to her in a disrespectful manner.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

But Rachel just smiled. She was testing the girl with the bubblegum pink hair. Teasing her. Because she seemed cool and nice enough, the first person at her new school to utter more than a tentative 'hello.' She didn't mean to piss her off, but she couldn't help but find the girl extremely sexy when she was angry.

"I'm kidding. What's your name?"
"Quinn. But you can call me Q. Friends call me Q."
"Well then, Q. It's nice to meet you. "
"Er, you too….Rach."

The two girls stared at each other for a few moments, before they were interrupted by the bell. Students scurried around them, trying to get to class on time for the first day. Quinn saw a schedule clutched in the girl's hand, and she grabbed it, smiling gently at the girl.

"Physics 1st period? Someone's as smart as I am." The girl teased, biting her lip.
"Smarter."
"Don't get smart with me, Berry."
"How do you know my last name?"
"It's on your schedule, dumbass."
"Oh."
"Kidding." Quinn murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on the girl's cheek. She had no idea what had suddenly came over her. She wasn't one to show affection, especially not to strangers. But something about Miss Rachel Berry drew her in. It was terrifying , but she didn't mind it. She was take back even more when the girl spun around and planted her lips against hers, backing the taller girl up into the lockers. Quinn felt a tongue slide into her mouth tentatively, growing braver when the other girl entwined her tongue. Rachel Berry tasted good, like apple pie and maple syrup.

"God, I knew you were gay the moment I saw you." The brunette murmured, her lips puffy from their brief makeout session.
"Looks like you're 'Gay for Fabray' then. Wouldn't be the first."
"I want to be the last."
"Do you like Paramore, Evanescence, and Sleeping with Sirens?"
"Love, love, and adore?"
"Then we have a date. See you at 7, Rachel." Quinn murmured, kissing the girl on the cheek with a wink before walking away.

Another Score for Quinn Fabray.