Title: The Rock Star

Author: LucianoJr

Spoilers: None because it's kinda AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee or any of the characters. If I did, I will always and forever make Faberry canon.

Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Note: First ever fanfic. This is my first try so go easy on me, okay? :)

Summary: Rachel underwent a big change over the summer and the whole school notices, including Quinn.

A band. She's in a band.

That's the only thing that my mind picked up from her rambling. I know this emergency meeting for Glee has something to do with her summer but, does it have to be on our first day?

Last year, calling her RuPaul, manhands, treasure trail and many other nicknames I conjured up for her was a normal thing for me. I loved torturing Rachel Berry. It makes me feel alive and dominating like I should always be the alpha leader of the McKinley pack. That actually changed when she walked through the doors in our first day as seniors. Even though the hallway grew quiet, I could hear what everyone was thinking.

"What the hell?"

"Who is that?"

"I'd do her."

"Mailman! Mailman!"

"I wish I was as hot as her."

"She looks… different."

"Is that… who…how… what… what was… what was I thinking again?"

Okay, so that last thought was mine. You can't blame me! I mean look at her. She's practically wearing everything that's opposite to argyle.

"Rachel… are you okay? Why are you wearing… that?" Finally, someone snapped everyone from their drooling. I thought the school was going to sink from them.

Finn was standing in front of Rachel, looking at her like she's a math equation that he's trying to solve and failed miserably. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until she answered. She didn't actually answer with words. She just looked at me and I swear, her smirk looked like she was a little devil that's been scheming on an evil plan to conquer the world.

A wink. Just one wink at me and she walked away from Finn, head held high. We were both standing there with our jaws splattered on the floor, though I don't think he noticed who she winked at(thank God). I didn't even realize the bell rung until everyone was gone and I was left there to pick up my jaw and be late for my first period class. I just know this year will be the death of me.

/-O-/

So, here I am. Listening to Rachel pour out her experiences from her "awesome" summer. I tried to show my distaste and irritation for telling us about her band, how she met them and what they are doing right now but, I can't help but look awestruck at her transformation. I know I look stupid right now but I'm not the only one in the choir room. I think Finn looks like he's mumbling some words. Ugh. He's doing the mailman agai—

"Listen up. I know you're all shocked to see me because I could see it clearly on your faces. Speaking of, Puckerman, pick up your eyeballs on the floor and keep your hands away from your crotch."

The silence was broken and everyone giggled.

"Over the summer, I met this great unknown band and I became their lead singer, naturally. So now, you all have the privilege to listen to us. What I'm suggesting Mr. Schuester is that we perform on Wednesday morning in front of the whole student body. Just tell them that a special band is going to play and I know that they'll stop whatever they're doing just to listen to us."

Mr. Schuester could have accidentally choked on a bee because of his slackened jaw. I laughed internally for his surprised expression.

"Uhh… okay?" was all his mouth could pour out.

"Great. If you all don't mind, I'm going home because I need to go practice. See ya."

She walked away, intentionally swaying her hips. I think we all looked at her ass before her shadow was gone. Silence took over glee club for a few seconds before whispers and gleaming eyes of curiosity took over everyone. Kurt and Mercedes were already formulating a theory on how she transformed and what she'll wear tomorrow. Santana had that smirk engraved on her face the moment she saw Rachel. Tina, Artie, and Mike were whispering something I couldn't hear and Finn and Puck were talking about how hot Rachel looked today. Brittany was being, well… Brittany. Mr. Schuester was still so shocked on how Rachel had changed that he didn't even bother making the room quiet again or that he didn't notice me sneak out.

/-O-/

I never thought Rachel would change so dramatically. I needed to see her once again to confirm to myself that I'm not dreaming. Sadly, I didn't see her so I just went to my locker.

"Pinch me, I must be dreaming." I whispered to the insides of my locker.

"Ouch!" I turned around and saw Rachel's hand withdrawing slowly from my butt.

"What the hell, Berry?" I growled.

"I thought you asked to be pinched, so I pinched you."

That smirk could make millions worship her. I didn't want her to know what I was thinking so I let my guard up again.

"I'm not asking you, manhands. Why are you still here? I thought you were going to practice with your "band"." I air- quoted. Who does that?

Apparently I do, when I'm not thinking straight.

"Fabray, as much as I don't like you air-quoting my band, thank you for being concerned."

"Did you just call me by my last name?" I took a step closer to her.

"Apparently." She stated it as if it was a fact.

"Never call me that."

"Why should I?" She looked at me from head to toe and shrugged.

"I could call you as I please." She took a step closer, invading my personal space. I didn't want to back down.

"No one gets to call me that because I said so. If you have a problem with that, talk to a big cup tomorrow." I sneered.

"You know what Fabray," she's inches from my face. Her breathing had picked up and her eyes got darker. Wait, was that even possible?

"What?"

She smirked and whispered to my ear.

"You look hot when you're angry. I like that."

Shit.

My body responded oppositely to what I wanted to say. I felt goosebumps all over my body and I shivered as her hot breath tickled my ear. She stepped back as if looking at her finished artwork, smiling widely. I was blushing furiously. I needed air in my lungs and when did my mouth start to dry up? I had to get out of here fast or I'll regret doing something that my mind is now dirtily thinking about.

"Whatever Berry. Don't call me that again!" I ran off. I don't think I could bear to stay there for another minute. I was too aroused that I would've spontaneously combusted if I didn't leave.

What was happening to me? I shouldn't be affected by the new Rachel Berry. I shouldn't be flushed by her words. I shouldn't be wanting to pull her to a dark place and kiss her senseless. I shouldn't be thinking about taking off all her clothes, leaving her high-heeled boots on and just take her for the ride of her life. No, I shouldn't but I am. I am but I wouldn't let her know that. I won't let anybody know that. I should always be the head bitch in charge. I won't let her sexiness get to me. I won't.

Well, not yet anyway.