What have I got myself into? Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction story so I'm pretty new with this. My story can be a little weird but that doesn't surprise me since I have a crazy imagination. All mistakes are mine and I hope you like the story: What have I got myself into?

Warnings: Pregnancy, Femslash, and maybe some ladylovin'

Paring: Definitely Faberry

Summary:

Rachel and Quinn gets pulled into a top-secret experiment that is working for the government and they are forced to co-operate. Will this experiment bring them together or will it separate them even further apart? Will they find a new family or will they loose them? Will they lie or will they tell the truth? Come read and find out! (Suck at summaries!)

Oh and I want to give you a heads up, Santana and Brittany might not be in a few chapters but I reassure you, they will be in my story! Hopefully you will like my story! I love reviews but just to let you know I won't force you to review, I'm not like that. I just like to go with the flow! : )

By the way sadly, nothing from glee is mine and it's all Ryan Murphy's stuff. Plus this story I'm writing can be pretty AU.

-Rachel's Point of View-

As soon as I first stepped into the school building for the first time that week, I felt something cold hit my face; causing my face to go a little numb in the process. Great, that's just great. I peek to see David Karofsky, a football jock, was the one that threw the slushy at me. He was currently high-fiving another football jock named Azimio.

I rushed to my locker to grab my slushy kit as I heard loud laughter in the background. I wanted to get to the nearest bathroom as quickly as I could before I see HER. Succeeding in my mission, I quickly rinse the slushy bits out of my hair. No later then a minute I heard the 5-minute bell warning resound throughout the empty bathroom. Oh, no, no, I don't want to be late for class, I can't break my perfect attendance record!

I look into the mirror to see that I look perfectly fine and that I just needed to change my shirt. So I did just that; I was out of the bathroom no later then a second, rushing to my next class. But on my way there I bumped into a woman in a red tracksuit.

"Oh I am so sorry, mam," I bend down to pick up the papers the women and I dropped and helped her pick up her stuff. "I was unfortunately in a hurry and I did not see where I was going, so I am so sorry for having run into you." I finished my rambling as I continued to pick up the scattered papers on the floor. I looked at the unique papers that had data and weird information such as pregnancy related information and before I could continue to read the papers that were not mine, the women snatched them out of my hands. I scrunch up my eyebrows in confusion 'what was she doing with pregnancy related information, maybe she's trying to get herself pregnant'

"Yeah, you should watch where your going," She barks then hands out my stuff to me, I hesitantly grab them from her.

"Thank you," I said as I nodded to her. As I waited for her to say anything else she just stared at me with a weird look. 'Is there something on my face?' I raise my hands to rub my face to find anything unusual but before I continued my exploration, the women handed out her free hand. I looked at it wearily, worried that she might do something if I shake it. 'Does she want to do a judo move on me?' No, that's impossible, so my hands met hers, hesitantly, shaking it.

"I'm Sue Sylvester, the new coach to the Cheerios," the woman finally speaks, but before I could reply the final bell rang throughout the hall.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late for class, sorry if you will excuse me," I rush past the women and continued down the hall to my 1st period class, known as Geometry.

"Sorry, I'm late," I rushed out as soon as I entered the classroom, interrupting a certain part of the lesson.

"Mr. Berry, I was beginning to think you were absent today, are you ok?" My teacher asked me as I walked to the empty seat in the very front row. I guess nobody likes to sit at the front.

"I'm perfectly fine, Just had some difficulties and I'm very sorry to interrupt your lesson. Oh and here is the homework that is due today," I handed him a packet that had to deal with the Hypotenuse leg.

As I looked around the classroom, I found Quinn Fabray sitting beside Mike in the back of the classroom. I presumed that they were making paper balls and were about to shoot them at Finn and Puck who were also making paper balls at the other side of the classroom. Seems like they are about to have some kind of paper ball war. I've always wondered how Quinn is able to keep up her straight A's in all her classes, all the while she goofs around playing with the boys during class. Is she a freaking genius or what?

I turn back around to focus on Geometry. As soon as the bell rings I shoot out of my seat to meet up with Kurt at my locker.

"Hey girlfriend," He yells as he hugs me. "How was your weekend," He asks.

"It was great Kurt, I had dance lessons and I learned this really amazing new technique we could use for our glee club number for sectionals!" I excitedly told Kurt as I held onto his hand he offered to me. Kurt and I have been best friends ever since we met, although we were both diva's we still managed to last as friends.

"No way, you have got to show me in glee!" He replied just as enthusiastically as I did. I nodded in reply. I'm pretty sure I will show the technique to Brittany too, if Santana doesn't bite my head off that is.

"So how's the crush going?" I look at him to see if he is being serious, which he is.

"It's ok, still throwing insults here and there but it's still ok." I say with a hint of hurt in my voice. I leaned my back against the locker after gathering the books I needed for my next class. "So any gossip going around?"

The face Kurt was making when I said the word gossip was priceless; it was as if he was told that he won the Tony award for being best actress. "Oh my god, yes! This morning I heard that there was a new Coach for the cheerios and that apparently Mr. Johnson was fired for taking drugs on school grounds. Can't you believe that? Oh and the new Coach's name is Sue Sylvester and from what I heard from the Cheerios 'The new coach is the coach that came from hell'," He used his fingers to parenthesis the last sentence.

As soon as I heard the name Sue Sylvester I was immediately brought back to the time I ran into her this morning.

"Kurt, I ran into her this morning!" Kurt was giving me a confused look as he mouthed 'who' trying to figure out whom I was talking about.

"Sue Sylvester," I exclaimed "I ran into her this morning," I added to make sense.

"You did?" He looks at me unbelievingly. As soon as the warning bell rang we started heading to our next class. "What happened after you ran into her?"

"Well I-" Mrs. Figgins speaking through the speakers cuts me off.

"Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray will you come to the front office immediately please, again Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray will you come to the front office immediately! Oh and Ms. Terrance will you please send me a Carmel Mache latte."

"What did you do to get sent to go to the principle's office with Quinn?" Kurt asked as we stopped mid-way to our next class.

"I'm not sure? Wait, is it because I was late for class!" I assumed worriedly as I asked Kurt. It could be a possibility.

"I'm sure it's not because you were late for class, Rachel. You better get to the front office. Don't want you to be late for the second time today. So, see you at glee?"

"Of course I will be at glee, I will never miss glee," I'm serious, last month when I had the flu I still went to glee. I didn't care if anybody else catches it. I love glee.

"Oh, I believe you. I was just making sure," Kurt waves as he descends into the classroom for Spanish class.

I start heading my way to the front office. There was a read headed lady with glasses perched up on her nose; she looked as if she was trying to find a piece of paper in the midst of the mess on her desk.

"Hi, I am Rachel Berry and I was told to come to the front office." I told Ms. Terrance. She stopped to look up from her search and smiled at me.

"Oh yes, Ms. Berry, Ms. Sylvester's office is over their," She pointed to the door opposite to the front desk.

"Ms. Sylvester?" I look at the door wearily and swallowed the lump in my throat. It felt like walking to deaths door. 'What could she possibly want? Oh my god, maybe she wants revenge against me because I ran into her and left her alone in the hallway! Oh I am so dead!'

"Ms. Berry," just before I was about to walk towards death's door, the voice of Ms. Terrance rang through the empty room once again.

"Ye-yeah," I squeaked out after having thoughts of myself being strangled to death be the new coach. I shuddered.

"Have you seen my phone?"

Silence wrapped the room.

"Why would I have seen your phone?"

-Quinn's Point of View-

Why in the world do I have to wake up at this ungodly hour? I slam the snooze on the alarm clock, which read 4 freaking o'clock in the morning; I get out of bed to get ready for the day.

Approximately 25 minutes later, I'm in my car hitting the steering wheel out of frustration.

"Seriously!" I screech! I get out of the car and head to Mike's room. "Mike can you drive me to school. My stupid car broke down." I switch Mike's bedroom lights on.

I see the lump on the bed rise and the black hair appear from under the covers, before I knew it a pillow was heading my. Due to taking Cheerleading practices, I had good reflexes, so I was able to side step it easily. "Go away, its 4:35 in the morning! Who gets up this early in the morning?" I heard Mike groggily reply.

Mike is my adoptive brother, my father apparently wanted an addition to the family and decided to adopt a son from the foster home.

"I don't know!" I sounded exasperated. Obviously I would be, because my car was stupid enough to break down on me! "Some new coach wants all the cheerios to be on the football field in like," I look at the alarm clock beside Mike's bed, 4:28. Great I'm so going to be late. "32 minutes. If you don't get up and take me to school, I'm going to tell mom that you got the new Pokémon game with the money she gave you to buy yourself clothes for school," I had a smirk growing on my face. Wait till he bows to my feet in a matter of seconds.

Mike's face made an appearance after he shoves the blankets off his head. "You wouldn't!" Mike was aghast. He was known to be the good boy in the family and he doesn't want to ruin that.

"Oh yes I would." I reply. My smirk was on the edge of blooming into a smile. I don't really have the proof to show that Mike bought the Pokémon game with Mom's money to get him clothes for school, but I'm sure he wouldn't risk it.

"Fine, but you owe me, ok." He gets up while pointing at me and I raise my hands in a sarcastic manner, showing that I get it. He was wearing only grey pajama pants, walking towards his closet; he slips on a light brown-checkered collared t-shirt with black skinny jeans. Grabs the leather hooded jacket that was hanging on the closet door hanger and puts on his black vans. He heads to the bathroom to do whatever boy's needed to do every morning.

"I'll be in your car," I yell out but not too loud to wake up the others in the house.

30 minutes later and we are heading to school in Mike's black jeep wrangler.

"What took you forever," I asked with my arms across my chest. "I can get ready in like 15 minutes but you took 30 minutes!"

"Chill, Quinn we are going to make it their fine and dandy," He slurps his coffee that was in his free hand.

"Was it really necessary to make coffee when you could actually get one AFTER you drop me off at school! I'm going to be late for practice and I don't want to lose my Captaincy." I screech at him, eyeing the coffee as if it was all it's fault that they were having this conversation right now.

"We only have 2 minute's left," I hold up two fingers, "2 minutes!"

"Ok, I get it! I'm sorry, oh look hey there's the school," We could see the school building 2 blocks away.

As soon as we enter the parking lot I yell at Mike to stop and I jump out the car running to the football field.

I'm so going to kill him.

Right now I'm in front of the new Coach, who is known as the Coach who came from hell, and is currently yelling at me through a red blow horn. I grimace at the sound that was invading my eardrums at the moment. It was like a freaking earthquake was going on in my ears.

I raise my hands in an attempt to cover my ears. "Put your floppy little arms down, now listen to me. You were late for 1 minute! I could have rode a freaking turtle here and still be on time for practice." She continues to yell at me with other non-sense.

Sue Sylvester is insane. I look to the right of the field and I see all the cheerios are running laps right now; they looked like they were running a marathon from hell. Then I see Brittany on the sidelines dancing her heart out. 'I wonder how she ended up there'? I found Santana along with the other cheerios, still running at her best but I could see that she was exhausted and that she wanted to collapse right on the spot. I'm starting to think that I'm lucky that I was 1 minute late for practice.

"Now look at me, pretty face, you listen to me, you follow my rules, and you do what…." I look away trying to make the yelling go away, which isn't helping at all.

Seriously, who do you think you are! I'm not some kind of puppet you can control! God, it hasn't even been more then an hour and 30 minutes and I'm already hating my day, so will you just Shut Up!

I look back at the Coach but this time she wasn't yelling at me; her blow horn was hanging on her side. She was giving me this look that she was trying to figure me out. Internally I was shaking, this women seriously creeps me out, but I don't show it and I keep my bitch face on.

"Nice," she nods and walks away. For a minute I was really confused, because she was just yelling at me a minute ago and now she is wal- wait a minute. Did I just say my thoughts aloud? Oh Shit, I'm so doomed for life!

But I'm still standing in the middle of field, having no clue what to do. Did I loose my Captaincy? But she didn't say anything like that.

"What are you doing, get your butt over here or you'll lose your captaincy,"

Wait, what? Oh, I didn't lose my captaincy. I run over to where the new Coach is and I wait for what my orders.

"You will do anything to keep your Captaincy right?" The coach finally speaks. I look at her wearily, what is she talking about. Of course I will do anything, unless if she ask me to die, I won't.

"Ye-yeah," I tentatively reply.

"Good, then meet me in my office at 9:30 if you don't want to loose your Captaincy," she says then walks away "oh and you're dismissed," she yells over her shoulder.

I raise my eyebrow as I pursed my lips together at what just happened. Okay… That was weird.

"Hey, Mike!" I yell as soon as I saw him down the hallway looking at his phone. He looks up to me surprised.

"Yeah," He replies in confusion, "aren't you supposed to be in Cheerios practices?"

"Well yeah, but the coach from hell apparently dismissed me from practice, it was really weird." We started heading towards our lockers.

"Coach from hell? And why was it so weird?" he asked. We passed this new janitor; he was one heck of a buff guy. If he was so buff, he could've gotten a job as a bodyguard or something.

"Sue Sylvester is our new coach and she was insane! She had the cheerios run for 100 laps!" I look at Mike to show how serious I was, I noticed that he was having a hard time believing it.

"Are you serious?" he replies skeptically. "Who would even do that?"

"Apparently Sue does. Oh and I yelled at her for annoying me." I stated and Mike stops and stares at me doubtfully. "I did!" I honestly told him.

"Then what did she do?"

"She told me to meet her at her office at 9:30 if I don't want to loose my captaincy," I shrug then added "then I was dismissed from practice."

Mike and I continue to walk to our lockers, "That's what happened," I nodded. "She sounds insane"

"I know!"

"Fabrays" we move our heads to the direction the sound came from. Puck was barreling down the hallway towards us with Finn following closely behind.

"What's up," Mike raised his hand up in the air for the on coming high-five he was about to receive from Finn.

"Dude, have you seen the crazy mad women on the field yet?" I noticed that he shuddered when he said 'madwomen'. I'm guessing he's talking about Sue Sylvester.

"I've seen her," I piped in.

"Did you see how crazy she was?" Finn joined in. I nodded in reply.

"Quinn said the new Coach had the Cheerios do 100 laps for a warm up," Mike explained for me.

"No wonder the Cheerios looked like they were about to pass out. She called me puss face when I was crossing the field to my sports locker? I had to run for my life when she started chasing me off the field!" Puck was shaking while Finn added "I had to save Puck when he was tackled by the Coach,"

We stopped at my locker to get the books I needed for my 1st class of the day.

"She," I pointed to the direction to where the field should be, "tackled you? Now, I just confirmed that she is so completely mental." I nodded to myself at this achievement.

"Alright can we please change the subject," Finn interjected. "Yeah, hey have you seen Sophia Torres's boobs! They are like huge, man," Puck shoved Mike in excitement.

Boys

I shake my head at that thought and start heading towards the now unlocked classroom for 1st period. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty much ahead in Geometry right now.

"Hey guys, want to play a paper ball war?"

"A Fabray always win no matter what, right" I raise my hand for a high-five from Mike after shooting a paper ball right between Puck's eyebrows just before the bell rang, signaling class is over.

Bullseye!

A sudden movement catches my eye and I see a petite girl with brown locks flowing over her shoulders. Oh, it's Rachel Berry, the most confident, admirable girl I've ever met. She somehow gets under my skin and I get confused as to why she makes me feel this way.

"Are you ever going to admit it?" I turn to look at Mike looking at me. He looked serious.

"Admit what," I play innocently as I gather my things to go head towards the front office.

"That you have a crush on Rachel Berry," I didn't reply to that so I ignored him and started heading towards the class door. "Look, Quinn I'm not kidding ok, I understand that your scared and not used to this but believe me accept it before somebody else takes her away." He whispered quickly to me, aware of where they are and making sure nobody is eavesdropping.

I stop in my tracks and I turn around when Mike bumps into me. "You have no idea what I'm going through, Mike," I look around myself; feeling insecure I continue walking again.

"I'm just trying to look out for you. You're my sister Quinn, even if we aren't blood related." He says to me softly as he kept up with me. I slow down and I look at him, right into his eyes. All I saw was Sisterly love and honesty; I smiled at that.

"Thank you," I whispered back.

"Guess that's my cue to leave," I said as I backed away from my brother then twirled around to head to the front office.

Why does Rachel also have to go to the front office?

-Rachel's point of view-

I look down to my hands then I look to my left. I'm still having a hard time believing what I am seeing right now. The fact that the one and only, Quinn Fabray, is sitting in the chair to my left and is in the same room as me is something pretty hard to believe; I move my eyes off from her and look around the room. There's a giant picture frame of a blonde shorthaired woman with blue sharp steel like eyes in a golden tracksuit, holding a large trophy in her hands. I find it weird that this woman would put such a large picture of herself for everyone to see. I grimace at the thought of that. 'Imagine what they would do to my picture if I had done that.'

I look back to Quinn and I try to figure out why were here again. But her beauty kind of sidetracked me; I trail my eyes from her golden blonde hair that is tied up in a perfect ponytail to her well-plucked eyebrows down to her cute little button nose. I feel my lips tugging into a small smile at the thought of her as cute, and then I move my eyes down to her lips. Her rosy red like lips; I find myself with the urge of wanting to kiss them. Yeah, I definitely have it bad.

Ever since I first met eyes with the beautiful blonde girl, I fell in love with her at first sight.

Before, I never really thought of liking girls but Quinn pretty much changed that. And when I said hey to her, I was met with a Blueberry flavored slushy hitting my face. I know, I know, you say how could I like a girl like her, but hey don't blame me she's pretty darn Beautiful, all right.

Ever since then, I've been hopelessly undeniably in love with Quinn Fabray, the president of the Celibacy club, the Head of the Cheerios, and the most beautiful girl I've ever met.

"What are you looking at manhands?" I snap out of my musings and look into the hazel eyes of Quinn Fabray. She was looking at me with the coldest glare, causing me to shrink into my chair but I could see a hint of worry in the glare. That's unusual. I brush it off then look back down to my hands. Suddenly I thought that I had enough of the horrible treatment I've been receiving for the past 2 months. I bring back the confidence I had earlier this morning.

"Well, hello Quinn, you finally notice that I was here in the same room with you. Oh and do you know why you're here, because I'm sure I have no reason to be here because their must be a mis-" I was cut off by Quinn before I could continue my nervous rambling.

"Shut up, just please shut up!" She threw her hands up in the air, showing how frustrated she was just by being here. "This has got to be the worse day of my life," she muttered under her breath.

I've always thought why people throw their hands up in the air when they get frustrated, it's not like anything is going to get easier if you throw your hands up in the air.

I zip my mouth shut and I wait for her to continue.

"I don't know, ok," Quinn says softly as she looks away from me and I nod slowly in reply. I smooth out the non-existent wrinkles on my skirt, I can't help but be nervous around her.

The door clicks open and the same women from the picture frame enters the room, Sue sits down in front of the desk opposite us. Quinn and I share a weary glance; even if we aren't on good terms, we still have the right to be afraid. I mean come one, depending on the way the women was looking at us; she looked like she wanted to murder us. I shudder at the thought and start to look around for a sharp object to protect myself… you know, just in case.

"Midget, eyes here please," Sue, barks and quickly I move my head to face her. I start to wonder why I'm here again, 'I really hope the reason why I'm here is nothing related to murder or revenge'

"Excuse me, Ms. Sylvester," As soon as I gain the women's attention I continue my explanation. "I think you have the wrong person because clearly I have done nothing wrong and If it has anything to do with this morning I am so ve-" The woman raises her left hand, immediately silencing my explanation.

"Rachel Barbara Berry is your name, am I correct,"

I glance at Quinn besides me quickly for reassurance that I'm not alone; this woman scares me for some reason.

"Ye-yes, I am in fact Rachel Barbara Berry. May I know why Quinn and I are here," Me mentioning Quinn's name causes Quinn to look at me for a quick moment and I brush it off as her just reacting to hearing her name.

"Yes, that is a good question. I'm glad we are able to progress from the fact that you are in my office," I kept silent, waiting for the women to continue. " So I'm going to get to the point. I'm Sue Sylvester and I am an undercover scientist that works for the government."

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion for the 2nd time today, 'what does her being an undercover scientist who works for the government have to do with us, is this women mental?' Before I could question the first part of my thoughts, Quinn already beats me to it.

"Ms. Sylvester, why does you being an undercover scientist who works for the government have to do with us," she states with no expressions.

Sue moves in her chair to get comfortable. "Yes, yes, that is also another good question,"

'Obviously! If she's going to continue to talk like this, were never going to get anywhere.' I huff and Sue shoots me a glare, causing me to quietly apologize.

"The reason you are involved with me being an undercover scientist who works for the government is because you are chosen to be my guinea pigs for the experiment I'm working on." Sue answers nonchalantly.

I blink my eyes, trying to let the information sink in, 'Wait, what?'

While on the other hand Quinn is thinking a long the lines of 'what have I got myself into?'

PS: Faberry Rocks!