AN: enjoy, and remember, I don't own Glee!

The kit said it was easy to do, yet Quinn's hands trembled as she handed the package to her mother. Both of the Fabrays had a look of disgust on their faces, as if they knew it wouldn't end well.

After almost an hour of preparation, Judy took the blindfold off her daughter, happy with the results. Chunks of pink were splattered in her youngest daughter's hair. Short, with flaring ends, it looked new. It was a sacrifice, Quinn reminded herself. For Rachel and Tina.

Neither women said anything, as both gazed into the large standing mirror in the living room. They took it in, turning it to each angle to understand its movement.

"I like it."

Quinn turned to face her mother, and pulled the towel they had placed over her for protection off. Its true, though. It looked quite nice on her face's structure, and there was somewhat of a change of air surrounding them.

So much of it being a sacrifice. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it.

But maybe it was for the better.

"That makes two of us."

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Taking her strides as quickly as she could, Rachel managed to push herself into the Fabray house without completely falling on her face. She had been with Finn (meaning she was with Finn, who was busy playing a video game and refused to let her play) when she received the frantic text message. It was a shout out from Quinn to the group. Something had happened.

"Quinn!" Rachel yelped into what seemed like an empty home. Turning quickly from the foyer, she headed towards the staircase. "Where are you?"

There was a shuffling, and a giggle.

"Up here, my little Ray of Sunshine!"

It was Quinn, but she seemed a little bit off tone. Her voice quivering, almost.

Throwing the door open, Rachel noticed she wasn't the last to arrive, even though she had farthest to go. Mercedes was just in the doorway, her mouth in a shocked expression. Tina had gotten farther than Mercedes, a few steps into the room. She had a mimicked expression identical to Mercedes. Brittany had obviously made it there first, and was on Quinn's bed. A confused smile was pressed against her lips, as she tangled her fingers within Quinn's pink hair.

PINK?

Rachel's jaw dropped, and her bag slouched to the ground as she went limp.

Unlink most girls, Rachel became quite talkative when in shock.

"Oh my goodness. Quinn! You're hair! Its pink! Did you retract a disease from swimming in my pool too much this past week? I noticed that Brittany's did turn slightly greener, but that's not unusual for your hair type. This is unknown, and I bet that if we researched it, we could find the cure. Or better yet, we have discovered a new curse. OH! Wouldn't that be amazing? We'd be featured in science journals and be famous. Not the kind of famous I had always hoped for, but nonetheless, it would be spectacular. And I can't believe-"

"Holy shit." Santana had stumbled into the room, after following the sound of Rachel's rant.

"Oh my Gucci." Kurt stopped only inches away from the doorway, and stood at a standstill in the hallway. He had caught a glimpse of Quinn's hair and couldn't move anymore. Tilting his head, and raising his eyebrows, everyone turned towards the only boy in the house, waiting for his response. "Its g-o-r-geous."

Quinn, who hadn't stopped smiling during the entire commotion, began to nod.

"That's what I thought. And my mom. She helped me. She encouraged me after I told her about our plan to stay friends." Quinn left Brittany's side, and started down the hallway to get to the kitchen. "Rachel and Tina are going to make sacrifices, according to Britt, and so it only seems right that we do the same."

The group followed carefully after the pink haired girl, and watched, memorized, as the different lighting hit it.

Kurt skipped ahead of Quinn, as the reached the quaint kitchen. He reached into the fridge and took out a container of orange juice. Opening the cupboards, he retrieved seven cups and took his time pouring it as everyone considered what Quinn said.

"Thanks Q." Tina muttered, and swung her arms around her best friend. "It means a lot."

Rachel didn't say anything, but swept in after Tina and Quinn separated. She held onto Quinn tighter, and laughed shamelessly.

"Have I ever told you how awesome you are?"

"On several occasions, actually." Quinn rolled her eyes, and took the closest glass of juice from the counter. She sipped it, and gave a serious look to the four popular students. "So, what are you guys going to sacrifice?"

"I don't need to sacrifice anything." Santana snorted. "Tee and Berry should be praising us. We're going to make you guys fucking popular."

Brittany snapped out of her confused gaze, and shook her head distressingly.

"We've been through this, Sanny. Rach and Tee will have to do a lot of work to be as amazing as us. A wardrobe change. An attitude change. They'll have to do a lot of ridiculous things to be even close to us on the social pyramid." Britt leaned against the fridge, and gave a considering look. "I think I'll sacrifice my Brittney solos. Its important to me, and I have never been in charge of anything before. So this will be a new start for me. Maybe it will extend my range, right Rach?"

Rachel just nodded, and looked pleased with the lovable model-like blonde.

"Well," Santana stared out the window, into the Fabray's backyard, and listened to her friends clapped for Brittany's choice. It was huge for Britt, especially after everyone had agreed that she deserved the Spears songs. It would be like giving up… "I'll sacrifice my secret."

Tina was first the catch onto what Santana was suggesting.

"You mean come out?" Tina gaped a little, and placed her hand gently on Santana's lower back. "You'd come out for us? For me?"

"Just to my parents."

Kurt squealed happily.

The rest let out a sigh of feelings.

"That's major, Satan." Quinn was the only one to actually imagine the Lopezs. They were strict, and the Lord knows it won't end well. "Its not like giving up certain lyrics, or changing your hair color. Its coming out."

"You all accept me as a Lesbian. Why shouldn't my parents? They fucking gave birth to me. They should know it by now anyway."

Mercedes sniffled in appreciation, and handed out the remaining orange juice.

Kurt couldn't stop smiling, and was jumping up and down, trying to get Santana to join his gayness.

She didn't blink twice before she shoved the skinny boy into the island's chairs.

"Cheers." Rachel lifted her glass, and motioned for the others to join. "Looks like we've got quite a year ahead of us."

Brittany clinked first, and dipped her head down so she could see everyone.

"Lets get started."

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