/ This is kind of an AU, well not really. Everything still happens at McKinley except the roles are reversed. Rachel is extremely popular and Quinn is a nobody.
I hope you enjoy!
One.
"You sure you wanna do this, Quinnie?"
"Yes Dad, I'll be fine."
"Alright then. Go get 'em baby girl."
Quinn pecked her father on the cheek and got out of the car. She had told a complete and utter lie to her father's face. She wasn't fine. She'd probably have a meltdown before the end of the day. Her freshman year had been a year from hell. She was never pretty or talented enough for the kids at Carmel. Her family thought she was beautiful. Even Quinn thought she was beautiful. No, she didn't think this. Quinn knew this. Who wouldn't want to be 5'6", with long blonde hair, striking hazel eyes, a straight nose, curvy figure, and a nice ass? To be only 15, Quinn knew she was perfect.
Or so she thought.
Quinn walked through the double doors of McKinley High, and stopped dead in her tracks. She felt severely under-dressed, compared to everyone else. All the girls were clad in tight fitting pencil skirts, and dresses straight from J. Crew. It was one thing to be the new girl, but even worse to look like one. Quinn glanced down at her simple white sundress and blue and white striped cardigan. She looked fine when she left the house this morning. She bit her lip, and looked around for her locker. Just when she thought she spotted it, Quinn bumped into something small, and heard it fall to the floor with a thump.
"Oh I'm so sorry!"
"Watch where you're going next time."
Quinn stared at the smaller girl, mouth agape. She hadn't even been here for 10 minutes and the day was going rough. A tall boy picked the girl up, and watched her stalk away. He offered Quinn a shy smile, and shrugged.
"Sorry, she must be PMSing. I'm Finn, and that's my girlfriend Rachel."
Girlfriend.
Quinn just stared up at Finn, and he just kept smiling that oafish grin. How was that even possible? Finn was roughly 6 feet tall, and the girl, no, Rachel, was probably a bit over 5 feet. It made Quinn's stomach uneasy, and she choked out a laugh.
"Ohh, nice to know. I'm -"
"Quinn Fabray. I know."
"...It's my first day here. How do you know who I am?"
Finn teetered back and forth slightly, shifting his weight. He looked at Quinn uneasily, trying to figure out how much trust he could place in the girl.
"Don't tell anyone, but Rachel kind of, um, stalked you over the summer. Not like, creepy or anything, but like she followed your MySpace. Plus we've heard a lot about you from the kids at Carmel."
"Not creepy at all. Right," Quinn shook her head, a headache threatening to ruin her day. "Look Finn, it's nice talking to you, but I really should be on my way to my first class."
Quinn turned on her heel and opened her locker, grabbing her books. To her dismay, Finn had followed her.
"I'll walk you."
"If that's what makes you happy, I'll do it."
Finn grinned down at Quinn, and walked alongside her.
"Wait, what do you have first?"
"Calculus."
"Damn, you must be really smart for a sophomore. Rachel's not going to appreciate that."
"It's not for her appreciation."
"Don't let her hear that."
"Why do you worship her or something?"
"I don't worship her, I just, respect her. Everyone here respects Rachel. She's a star."
"Star. Right, I'll keep that in mind. Cya around Finn."
Quinn walked into the classroom, to find all eyes on her. The ones that only phased her were Rachel's. She raised an eyebrow defiantly, and walked to the last seat in the back row. Quinn didn't give a fuck about Rachel, or how much of a star she was. Quinn needed proof.
"Alright class, let's start off with an introductory game, since we have a new face in the class. Just say your name, and a quick fact about yourself. I'll start. Hi, my name's Ms. Holliday and I'm the coolest teacher you'll ever meet. Next."
"My name's Rachel Barbra Berry, and you all know that I'm a star."
And that's how everything went. Everyone said their name, a fact. It was generic, and Quinn couldn't care less. Actually, she hadn't even realized that she had begun to daydream, until she heard Ms. Holliday yell her name.
"MISS FABRAY!"
"Oh, um sorry. Hi, my name's Quinn and I like to sing."
Rachel's bright brown eyes nearly burst out of her head.
"B-but you can't like singing, singing's MY thing, and you CAN'T take that from me!"
"Sorry, didn't realize singing was a private hobby."
Several snickers erupted around the classroom; Quinn swore she could even see Ms. Holliday stifle a snigger. Rachel Berry turned beet red, and was left with no other choice than to sink down into her seat, and keep her eyes straight ahead. Then class went on like normal. They reviewed last year's stuff, and then the bell rang. Quinn got up from her desk, watching Rachel scurry out of the room, clearly furious and embarrassed.
"Miss Fabray, a word please?"
Quinn tore her eyes away from Rachel, and looked at Ms. Holliday. She was like a pornstar for a teacher. Every teacher at Carmel looked like a teacher for the most part. Except for Ms. Corcoran probably. Not that Quinn had actually checked her out...but still.
"Don't let Rachel faze you. I have a feeling that you'll do well here."
Quinn merely smiled softly, nodded, and walked out the door.
Maybe McKinley wasn't so bad after all.
Quinn found a few people to sit with. Actually many. Somehow, she fit in with the "jocks and cheerleader" crowd, even though she was probably the only one at the table who wasn't clad in McKinley's red and white.
"So, if you're from Carmel, why aren't you popular?"
"Oh my gosh Brittany, you can't ask people why they're not popular." Santana scolded, with a tap to the blonde's nose. "Sorry, Brittany can be rather blunt sometimes."
Quinn couldn't help but stare at the two. They were interesting, best friends obviously. But there was something else, something that she couldn't exactly put her finger on.
"I'm sorry, but are you two together?" Quinn blurted out. Her hazel eyes flashed with embarrassment as she realized what a personal question she had asked her new friends. "I-I mean."
"Oh yeah! Me and San scissor all the time."
Quinn flushed white and Santana broke out in blotches of red under her tawny skin. The problem with Santana was, it was hard to tell her emotions. They were rather guarded, which caused quite a problem when it came to figuring her out.
"Britt, how many times have I told you to stop exposing our sex life-" Santana started before deeply kissing her girlfriend. "-Because-" kiss. "-It-" kiss. "-Turns-" Kiss. "-Me on!" Santana finally finished with a kiss to Brittany's neck. They identically bit their lips, winking at each other before turning back to Quinn. They weren't even in shame, not a blush to be found.
"Yeah, we're together if you haven't noticed." Santana said, a smirk playing across her lips.
Quinn turned her head to the figure standing behind Santana and Brittany. Rachel's face was contorted with absolute disgust, and dramatic horror.
"And as you can see, Lima's biggest lesbian doesn't approve of...Brittana."
"Brittana?" Rachel and Quinn simultaneously asked.
"Yanno, Brittany, Santana. Brittana. It's our celebrity couple name."
"Whatever," Rachel said flipping her hair, and pulling a crisp, white envelope out of her bag. "Here Quinn."
Quinn took the envelope in her hands, inspecting it. Could it really be a party invitation already? She carefully hid her anxiety, and opened it.
Not and invitation, but a note.
" Hey boo,
Next time, don't wear white on the first day of school.
Or try to steal my boyfriend.
Or try to steal my talent.
Because here at McKinley,
I'm the shit who RUNS this shit.
Got it?
Welcome to hell, princess.
xoxo Rach."
It was all a blur as at least 4, ice cold cups of sugar splashed Quinn in the face from all sides. Her eyes burned, and she could her Rachel cackling in the background. She sounded like the Wicked Witch from the West. And not the one from Wicked. Quinn wiped her eyes, and felt defiant tears streaking her face, and ruining her makeup. Her entire outfit was ruined, her sweater and dressed stained bright blue. She could see Santana stand up and start attacking Rachel, a few of the football players and other cheerios attacking the other kids.
"C'mon, San will handle this. Let's get you cleaned up." Brittany whispered, taking Quinn's hand and leading her to the locker room.
"Thanks Britt." Quinn murmured as she finally washed the last of the sugar from her hair. She wrapped herself in a towel, and stepped out of the stall.
"No problem. Rachel's just a bad unicorn."
"I'm sorry, did you just call her a unicorn?"
"Yeah. I'm a unicorn, San's a unicorn, Kurt's a unicorn. Even Rachel's a unicorn. She just doesn't accept it yet."
"You're trying to say that she's gay?"
"It's obvious isn't it? She has the hots for you Quinn. Everyone has the hots for you! Because, you're hot!"
Quinn felt herself blush as she dried herself off and dressed herself.
"No, she hates me, Britt. But thanks for trying though."
"Whatever you say Q."
"Q?"
"That's your new nickname, from me and San, to you!"
Quinn couldn't help but giggle at Brittany's never ending innocence. "Thanks Britt."
"Welcome. You should audition for glee after school!"
Quinn paused while re-applying her makeup and pulling her hair into a sloppy bun on top of her head. She actually looked decent, dressed in a Cheerio's uniform. It fit her look, but not her personality.
"Sorry Britt, I don't think Rachel would like that very much."
"She'll just have to get over it."
And with a wink and a smile, Britt left.