A/N: Wow. The response from the last chapter really shocked me. I'm so glad you all like it, but now I'm also afraid of disappointing you. Anyway, here's a new chapter due to the fact that it's Crossover Day for Faberry Week.
Something I should address before we go any further: I couldn't exactly make this a modern Grease and still have them building a car, so instead I made them pranksters. Hope that doesn't make any of you diehard Grease fans upset.
Senior year.
Rachel had had an entire week before school started back to get over her summer love with Quinn, and while she couldn't say she was entirely over it, at least she could casually flirt with girls again. She had spent the week not answering any of Quinn's calls because it hurt too much, and avoiding all her friends because she knew they would see her lovesick self and make fun of her for finally falling for someone. Normally Rachel loved being friends with only guys because there was no drama, but this wasn't one of those times.
So when the first day came and Tina stopped her to talk and they ended up flirting, Rachel didn't feel completely horrible. She just felt like she was going back into the personification that everyone at McKinley expected from her while her true self, the one only Quinn had seen that summer, was quickly retreating back into her shell.
"Hey! Jewbro!" Rachel heard someone call from down the hallway. She turned around to find Puck and the others practically running toward her.
Finn reached her first, pulling her into a big bear hug in which she almost suffocated. "So glad you're back, Rach, Puck wouldn't let me do anything."
She smiled at him. "Good to hear."
Puck hugged her next, being a bit gentler because he actually remembered Rachel was smaller than him. "Wait till I tell you what I've got lined up for our first prank this year. Hope you thought up some ideas while at that fancy pants club and didn't spend all your time hooking up with hot chicks."
At the mention of summer, Rachel's heart hurt. She forced herself to keep smiling. "Can't promise that."
"Why didn't you answer any of our calls last week?" Blaine asked as he hugged her. It had only been him calling. The other guys pretended they didn't care because 'tough guys don't care', but Rachel was sure they had been forcing him to call her in between games of Halo and Call of Duty.
"I was just busy," she lied.
"Yeah, she had to catch up with all the girls who missed her," Puck added. Rachel nodded; let them think she spent the week having sex with Lima girls. It was better than telling them the reality.
"So how was your summer?" Mike questioned.
"Oh you know. Work. Girls. Same old same old." She needed to get away. She couldn't handle them asking about summer anymore. But she couldn't leave them after they just reunited. So she decided to switch the conversation to everyone's favorite subject. "How about we start senior year off right? Let's skip homeroom and hide out under the bleachers so Puck can tell me about this prank you've been working on."
It's safe to say that Quinn missed Rachel desperately. She hadn't expected to fall in love with someone that summer either; she'd just hoped to get in enough swimming that she'd be ready for swim team come school. She especially hadn't expected to fall in love with Rachel Berry, the resident heartbreaker. But she did, and when she hadn't heard from her in four days, she went a little crazy.
She dyed the pool water at the school blood red, after having been told by Rachel about someone doing it at her school (Rachel didn't dare tell Quinn it had been her). The security cameras caught her (as she knew they would), and she was expelled from school, with her parents forced to pay a hefty fine to have the pool repaired.
Her father, outraged at her little stunt, said she was better off in public school with the little deviants who could do this and not get caught (he had read about the McKinley pool being turned red in the paper). At least that way he wouldn't have to pay a fine, nor would he have to pay for private school tuition anymore.
So Quinn, as she had planned, ended up at McKinley High just in time for the first day of school. It meant having to live with her parents year-round, but she felt like she could handle it for a year if it also meant getting to see Rachel every day.
Speaking of Rachel, she still wouldn't answer her phone calls. Which meant Quinn would just get to surprise her on the first day. Hopefully she wouldn't be doing anything stupid, like flirting with some other girl, because they were still dating after all.
She pulled into the parking lot, and was so caught up in her thoughts about Rachel that she almost ran over a girl as she was turning into her assigned parking spot.
Quinn jumped out of the car to apologize to the blonde girl. "Sorry!"
"Hey, it's fine. I should have just waited for Santana like she said to do. Oh you're new." The girl held out her hand. "I'm Brittany. I like cats and unicorns."
Quinn shook her hand. "Quinn. I'm more of a dog person myself." Rachel never mentioned how odd the people were.
"You'd get along great with Santana then because she loves dogs. You can meet her later. What classes are you in?" Brittany happily gushed. It reminded Quinn of Rachel when she got really excited about something.
"Um, I'm not sure yet. I need to go by the office to pick up my schedule," she explained.
"Good, I can show you the way there. Maybe we have the same homeroom," Brittany pulled her along by the hand and Quinn barely had enough time to lock her car.
She resolved herself to ask Brittany if she knew Rachel, but Brittany wouldn't let her get a word in, chattering happily about her friends and summer.
"So Rach, enough about the prank. Tell us what went down this summer," Puck said. They had moved up into the bleachers at the start of first period to avoid Figgins, who always tried to crack down on skipping during the first week of school before he gave up. "How many chicks did you bang? How hot were they? Did you score any threesomes?"
Rachel smirked at them. She had been with the guys enough by then to put aside her feelings for a while. "Girls there are so much hotter than here, you wouldn't believe it. And every single one of them wanted me. Do you know how many girls' lives I had to save this summer who weren't drowning? More than Finn can count." It was a longstanding joke from elementary school that Finn had trouble with his numbers. Blaine had to help him with math back then. He had improved, but the joke had stuck.
"Hey!" Finn cried. He still didn't like the joke any more than he did in second grade.
Rachel ignored him. "No threesomes, but there was this one special girl who I spent a lot of time with."
"Man, she must've been good if you spent more than one night with her. Last person you did that with was Santana and we know she's good," Puck said with a knowing smirk.
"Is that all you think about?" Rachel teased.
"Of course it is. This is Puck we're talking about," Blaine added. "But if you're going to tell us about the details of your sex life please leave the details out."
"So everything?" Rachel grinned.
"Blaine you always gotta ruin everything! I want Berry to spill all the juicy details!" Puck yelled, half-kidding. "Why you gotta be gay?"
"It's just the way it is," Blaine shrugged.
"Either way, I'm not sharing details. That's between me and her," Rachel insisted. It's not like there was anything to share. Rachel and Quinn hadn't even progressed past steamy make out sessions because Quinn was scared Rachel would just have sex with her and leave like she did with all the others.
"Oh come on, Rach," Finn said. "You're breaking the bro code or something."
"No, she's not," Mike chimed in.
"Drop it, you guys. I saved her life and things happened," Rachel stated, stretching the truth. "That's all you're getting out of me."
She wasn't talking about Quinn. She couldn't talk about Quinn, especially not in the crude ways the guys wanted her to. Rachel sat back and let her mind wander to what Quinn was doing.
"Hey did you see Berry this morning?" Santana asked as she sat down to lunch with Kurt and Mercedes.
"I thought you were over her," Kurt commented.
"I was, but then that bitch got sexier over the summer."
"What about Brittany?" Mercedes questioned. It was well-known by the two that Santana was in love with Brittany.
"What about her?"
"Well, you-" Kurt started but was interrupted by the very girl sitting down at their table with Quinn. "Hey Brittany! Where have you been all day?"
"Quinn is new and doesn't know where anything is so I've been helping her out," Brittany explained. "Quinn this is Kurt, Mercedes, and Santana."
"Great another white girl," Mercedes muttered, looking thoroughly unamused at Quinn's appearance. Santana wore a similar expression.
"Brit, you don't have to show around the freshmen every year. That's not your job," Santana said. "You can leave. Seniors don't associate with freshmen."
"Not a freshman. Senior," Quinn corrected. "Just new."
"Be nice, San," Brittany warned. Santana rolled her eyes, but didn't make Quinn leave. "Anyway, I thought she could be part of our little group."
"No. She's not badass enough for that. She probably couldn't even hold her own against Kurt!"
"Try me."
"Oh I intend to, Blondie," Santana assured her.
"Are you talking to me or Quinn, San?" Brittany asked, confused. "We're both blonde."
"Not you, Brit."
"Okay. Hey! Quinn you never told me what you did this summer!" How could she have? Brittany hadn't let her get more than a word in all day.
"I spent it at a country club where I met this girl…" Quinn started. It felt weird to be able to talk about liking girls in public, but Rachel told her it was the norm there. Rachel had made it the norm.
"Great, another gay," Mercedes muttered. "Here I was hoping to have a fellow straight person join our group. But I guess it's still just me."
"Ooh, tell all," Kurt encouraged, ignoring Mercedes's comments.
"At first I didn't want to like her because she had a huge reputation there as a player, but then I really got to know her as this sweet, romantic, caring person. We spent all summer together."
"She sounds real nice," said Brittany. "Like San and me."
Santana about choked on the food she had been eating. "What?"
Kurt ignored her, having had his fill of Brittany and Santana drama over the past few years. "Let me guess: she got you to have passionate goodbye sex on the last day and now you haven't heard from her since?" Kurt mused. "Typical move. Make her think she's cared for and different from the others just to get them to have sex."
"But… we didn't have sex." That's how Quinn knew Rachel considered her to be different. Rachel hadn't once pressured her to have sex.
Kurt's eyes widened. "Oh really? And does this gentlewoman have a name?"
"Rachel Berry."
"The Rachel Berry?" Santana asked, having gotten over her choking spell.
"You probably know her. She goes here," Quinn confirmed. At this, all of them except Brittany burst into laughter. Quinn frowned.
"Oh I know Rachel! Yeah she is really nice," Brittany agreed.
Santana's laughter immediately stopped at Brittany's words. "Brit, I thought I told you to stay away from Rachel?"
"Well she was my partner in Biology last year and really helped me out so I couldn't," Brittany shrugged. "Sorry. I know you still have a crush on her and you don't want me moving in on her, but now Quinn's here and you don't have to worry about that."
Santana could only gape at Brittany for a minute. She was completely speechless. "I do not have a crush on Berry! We had lots of really hot sex freshman and sophomore year, but that's it!"
"You just told us not ten minutes ago that you realized you weren't over her when you saw how sexy she was this morning," Mercedes commented.
"Shut it, Mercedes!"
"I know you did not just tell me to shut it."
Quinn arched an eyebrow, amused at what was happening. This was a weird group. From what she could gather so far, it was that Santana used to date Rachel but definitely had a thing for Brittany, Brittany was oblivious to Santana's attraction and also probably liked Santana but stayed away because she thought Santana liked Rachel, Kurt was very much gay, and Mercedes was straight and Quinn had no idea why she hung out with these people when she looked so bored.
"Do any of you know where Rachel would be right now?" she asked, interrupting the Santana and Mercedes argument.
Before any of them could reply, however, a girl sat down beside Quinn and the rest of them all groaned.
"Hi there! I don't believe we've met, I'm Gabrielle Avery, junior and captain of the Cheerios," said the girl.
"Quinn Fabray, senior, in charge of nothing," she replied, confused.
"Coach Sylvester saw you on the security cameras and wants you to try out this afternoon for cheerleading," Gabrielle explained. "Oh and it's mandatory."
"O…kay," Quinn said, a bit worried. "I'll be there."
"See you then." And with that, the other girl was gone.
"Well, I always wanted to be a cheerleader. My other school didn't have it," she shrugged.
Santana stared at her. "Yeah you definitely can't be in our group."
