I realize I didn't put this in the first chapter. I apologize. Here it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters affiliated with it. I do not own Orange is the New Black or the characters in the show. I do not own the songs, books, or anything I mention or quote in this story. All of them belong to their respective owners.

(A note, this fic will have flashbacks of Alex and Nicole. They will be in italics and will have the heading of 20 years ago and the like. There will also be time jumps. This chapter takes place two months before the Present Day scene in the last chapter.)

(And have I mentioned this is mildly AU?)

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Chapter One: Alpha

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Quinn Fabray walks down the the halls of William McKinley High with her head held high and her blonde haired tied neatly in a tight ponytail. The short red and white skirt of the Cheerios sways with every step she takes. Her eyes are fixed in a cold glare and her lips form a thin line, giving her a constantly unamused expression. Bitchy to most.

The crowd of the student body part at her entrance, and most of them keep their heads low lest they receive the fury of the HBIC.

Quinn's eyes rake over them, sneering in disgust at the pimple-filled faces of kids she assumes are from the AV club. Nerds. She didn't understand the need to mix them with people like herself. The school should have a separate building entirely for people like them.

But, then again, she supposes, they are there for good fun. The targets of pranks and venting posts when you're having a bad day.

She reaches her locker and spots another blonde leaning on her own locker, a bright smile lighting up her features. She wears the same uniform Quinn has on and has her hair in a similar ponytail.

"Morning, Q," she chirps.

Quinn gives her a rare small smile as she opens her locker. "Good morning, Britt."

Brittany Pierce, Cheerios co-captain and the only person Quinn considers a true friend, grins. "Guess who I saw around here earlier," she teases.

Quinn doesn't have to answer. As she wings her locker open, the small white envelope placed neatly atop her Biology book catches her eyes. Her smile drops and turns to a snarl. She grabs the envelope and swing around, eyes searching frantically for a familiar set of dark brown eyes. She finds none in the collection of frightened eyes in the crowd. With a grunt, she rips the envelope in half and throws it over her shoulder.

"Why did you do that? You don't even know who-" Brittany's comment is cut short when Quinn turns back to her, eyes flaming in fury.

"Oh, I know who wrote that," she growls out. "Santana fucking Lopez."

Brittany's eyes fall. "You won't even read it?"

"Brittany," Quinn says her best friend's name with an exasperated sigh. "I am not gay. I don't care if that dyke wastes all of her time writing those stupid love letters and leaving them in my locker. She can go to hell."

The taller blonde's eyes light up. "How do you know it's a love letter? You've read one!" she chirps happily.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Unfortunately." She glances at the clock at the end of the hallway. "Come on, Britts. We don't want to be late for class."

Brittany sighs, knowing from Quinn's tone that their conversation is over. She watches as Quinn grabs her book from her locker and slams it shut. She follows suit when the girl walks away, her unamused glare back in place. They pass by a row of lockers where a brunette lays hidden in the shadows. Brittany spots her and offers her a sad smile.

Santana Lopez just nods understandingly.

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Contrary to popular belief, Santana Lopez is not part of the nerd circle. In fact, she sits in a no man's land. The popular kids doesn't want to be close to her because they perceive her as a nerd. The nerdy kids doesn't want to be close to her because they perceive her as popular. In a nutshell, she is alone in the grey, ostracized from the ostracized.

Well, it isn't like she doesn't like it. She doesn't really want people drama.

Santana Lopez is intimidating. Every morning she wakes up to make sure that she looks like that - intimidating. She does her hair and make-up every morning to serve her look. Dark and gorgeous. Since freshman year, she's found that while the mysterious aura around her attracts curious eyes, the glare and frown she always wears makes them quickly avert their gazes. In a way, she is a mirror of the queen bee.

Santana isn't sure why this stupid game began. It probably started off as a dare from one of her junkie acquaintances - always acquaintances, never friends. She wrote a short letter to the queen bee in her messy handwriting saying only three simple words. The following day, the blonde staggered in her facade as she read the letter. Maybe it was that moment that drew Santana in. Maybe it was the possibility of her words having an effect on the blonde. The next day, she did it again. This time, the blonde ripped it without even much of a second glance.

Their little game continues until now. Santana has yet to entice the same reaction from the blonde.

The game is getting old. She needs to level up in her endeavors.

Santana has just the plan.

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Quinn Fabray leaves Cheerios practice utterly exhausted. All she wants to do is go home, and drown in her blankets. Brittany Pierce, on the other hand, is bright-eyed and bubbly, as per usual. Quinn regards her with dead eyes as her posture slouches. The hallway is deserted so she could relax for a while. Not many students roam the halls after dismissal, after all.

"How do you do it, B?" she asks.

Brittany just skips happily beside her best friend. "I just have a lot of energy."

Quinn deadpans. "You're the only person that still has a lot of energy after Cheerios practice."

Brittany just hums in content as they stop in front of Quinn's locker. The tired blonde sluggishly throws the locker open. Her eyebrows raise at what she sees.

Placed neatly on top of her books, instead of a white envelope, is a red rose.

Brittany peers into her friend's locker. "Oh, what's that?"

With cautious hands, Quinn pulled the rose out of her locker. "A rose."

"Do you think it's from Santana?" Brittany asks.

Quinn shakes her head. "I have no idea. She's never done something like this before. Usually it's just that letter in the morning then it's like she doesn't exist for the rest of the day."

Brittany arches her brow at the other blonde's words but says nothing.

"What should I do with it?" Quinn wonders.

"I don't know. What do you want to-" Brittany is cut mid-sentence as a reflection of light catches the corner of her eye. She turns to the end of the hallway where a familiar brunette lies obscured behind some shelves. "Hey, Quinn."

Quinn hums in response.

"Do you even know what Santana looks like?" she asks.

The queen bee ponders the question for a moment. "Vaguely. I think I saw her that day, you know, when she first left the letter in my locker. She's a Latina right?" Brittany nods. "Long, curled brown hair. Eyes as dark as night. Things like that. She could have passed as a good Cheerio if she wasn't such a nerd."

"She's not," Brittany blurted out. Her blue eyes widen momentarily as Quinn's eyes narrow.

"How do you know?"

Brittany shakes her head and tries to cover up her mistake. "I just... She doesn't look like a nerd."

Quinn's eyes are still narrowed but she lets it go. "What's all this about, anyway?"

Brittany hesitates at first before asking, "If she asked you to meet her, would you go?"

Quinn's lips contort in disgust. "Are you serious, Britt? Why would I want to meet that fag?"

The taller blonde cast her a disapproving look. "That's not very nice, Quinn." She reaches in her pocket and pulls out another rose. This time, a note is attatched. "Here."

Quinn eyes her suspiciously. "What? Brittany, you've been-"

"Just take it," the blue-eyed girl cuts her off. "And go meet her. Even if it's just to tell her off."

"I..." Quinn wants to contest much further but the rare serious look in the other blonde's eyes stop her. With a sigh, she takes the rose and joins it with the other in her hand, and begins to read the note. Written in the same messy handwriting is, "'Girl, you know that I'm not perfect. But I'm perfect for you.' What is that?"

Brittany grins. "It's from a song. Perfect by Lights."

"Okay," Quinn trails off and continues reading. "'Okay, I admit that was incredibly cheesy. But I just had to say it. I'll sing it for you, if you want. I'll be waiting at the auditorium tomorrow after your Cheerios practice.'" Quinn hesitates but Brittany's prying eyes urge her to finish reading. "'Signed, Lopez.' That's all it says."

"Why do you sound... disappointed?"

Quinn's eyes are quick to harden. "Disappointed? Are you crazy, Britt?"

Brittany just shrugs with a small smile. "So, are you going?"

"Yeah," Quinn sighs. "I mean, I have to end it now, right?"

"Or you could give her a chance," the taller blonde suggested with a grin.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Not going to happen, Britt." She folds the note neatly and places it in her pocket, then places the roses in one of the outside pockets of her bag. "Let's go?"

Brittany eyes her friend with curiosity before smiling innocently and nodding. They walk out of the building, passing the almost invisible brunette.

"Thanks," she says almost inaudibly. Brittany just nods in response.

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Santana sits at the edge of the stage in the auditorium. The lights are closed except for the ones illuminating the stage. She trade her usual punk attire for more casual clothing. She feels so weird in her light grey hoodie and blue jeans. She wonders if this is what a girl would wear when they meet upnwith their crush.

"Wait, what?" she breathes out.

Since when did she have a crush on Quinn? It's just a stupid game. Why did she even continue it for this long? She can't possibly actually have feelings for the blonde.

"That's not possible. She's such a bitch," she whispers to herself.

So then why go to such lengths as this? To catch the blonde off-guard again? It doesn't feel right for Santana. She doesn't want this. She doesn't like how her heart beat extra fast every time she watches the blonde from the shadows.

"Fuck," she whispers harshly. She's just setting herself up for more pain.

Before she could berate herself much longer, the door opens at the end of the auditorium and a blonde cheerleader walks in. Quinn searches around until she spots the brunette on the stage. Santana stands up and greets Quinn with a nod, her hands stuffed in the fists of her pockets.

"I listened to the song. It was actually kind of good," the blonde comments as she reaches the other girl.

"Yeah?" is all Santana can croak out. She mentally slaps herself for being such a dweeb.

Quinn nods, an awkward smile playing on her lips. Finally, she gets back to why she came here in the first place. "Please stop," she says.

Santana looks up at her, confused. "I'm not doing anything."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Stop it with the letters."

The Latina drops her eyes. "Why?"

"They're bothering me." Cold.

And here she thought she's seeing a different version of Quinn.

Quinn continues when Santana doesn't respond, "I'm not gay, Lopez. So just stop it."

This time, Santana looks up. "I don't..." What is she going to say? I don't love you? She's not so sure that's true anymore. "I'm... All I'm asking for is a chance."

"A chance? We are never going to be together, Santana."

The brunette's eyes drop again, the force of the blonde's words pounding her heart and shattering it. She bites back the tears. She's Santana Lopez and she doesn't cry. "I get it. You're not gay. I get it."

"Good. You're going to stop now?"

Santana shakes her head. "No. I'm not just going to give up. Not until you give me a chance."

Quinn sighs. "A chance? How many times do I have to-"

"A chance to be in your life somehow," Santana cuts her off. "Even as a friend."

Quinn laughs nervously. "I don't think that will work out."

"Just give me a chance. One week. After that, if you still want me gone, I'm not going to exist anymore."

Quinn eyes the girl. After a while, she nods. "Alright. One week."

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"Hey, Sam?"

"'Sup, Quinn?"

"I need a favor."

"Hmm? What do you need?"

"Blood. Pig's blood."

"What? What for?"

"Think it done by the end of the week."

She hangs up with a sinister smile on her face.

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AN: This chapter is to give some background info on Quinn and Santana of this story. Next chapter will be part two.

Beth never happened. Tina!Rachel. Bad guy Sam. No glee club.

Shoutout to the anon with the name Marie for getting the reference right. Nicole and Alex are from OitNB. Why? Because I ship them, that's why.

Also, the site seems to have a problem with my story summary. It takes out some words. Ugh.

Thank you for reading and reviewing. I deeply appreciate it. I apologize for any errors. Again, thanks.