AN: and so it begins ;) I'd love to hear what you think, because I'd love to make it better.
Disclaimer:don't own it, probably won't ever own it. :(
Wednesday, May 13th
5:35 am, TOA cafeteria
Rachel Berry began to butter her toast, sipping on her protein shake, still silent since the sun had decided not to rise yet. Mornings had never been her cup of tea, and there was nothing usual about today that would make that different. After just finishing her morning working, Rachel was alone in the cafeteria, as her team still slept soundlessly.
Ms. Sylvester sauntered into cafeteria, already showered and wearing a new tracksuit. She was noticeably happy, which was different.
"Good morning, Superstar."
Rachel put the butter knife down and turned to face her instructor.
Her team had been under the control of Ms. Sylvester the moment they were issued into the program.
She smiled, biting into her toast, reading Ms. Sylvester's expression.
"What's got you so happy?"
"Well, Superstar, I received a very nice phone call this morning, around three forty-"
"Seven, yeah I know. I heard it."
"Your hearing is impeccable, Superstar. Anyways, I was given some very nice news."
Rachel could tell from the way Ms. Sylvester was saying 'nice' that it was going to be a unusual day after all, even if her morning routine didn't change.
Wednesday, May 13th
6:02 am, Boys Dorm
Sam Evans found himself on the ground. It was a well known fact among the team that he rolled in his sleep, and was often to tired to wake up to get back in bed. It had been cute when he was younger, according to Rachel and Sylvester, but now it was just annoying. He was a growing teenage guy, and he need to be able to sleep.
Opening his eyes, Sam checked the clock on the wall. He still twenty eight minutes until he needed to get up for training, but he felt like he shouldn't sleep, like something was about to happen. Something important.
Crawling to the bunk bed opposite of his, Sam threw a pair of balled up socks at Noah Puckerman.
A grunt sounded from Puck, and his hand swatted out connecting with Sam's chin.
"…the fuck dude?"
Sam tossed another pair of socks at his friend, aiming for his face. "Get up. Something's going to happen."
"Listen, Biebster, I've technically still have fifty three minutes until I need to consider getting up." Puck mumbled, not opening his eyes. He had a strange talent for knowing the time, and when the time was right to do something. "No way in hell am I getting up."
Sam slowly stood up, and peaked over the top of the bunk bed. There slept Mike Chang, Asian extraordinaire.
"Psst! Mike!" Sam nudged his team mate, "I think something is going to happen."
He didn't stir.
"Something really important."
Artier, who was in the only single bed, began to laugh. "Sam, if you're finally getting your period, we'll celebrate when we wake up."
A chuckle came from Finn, who slept above Sam. His feet could be seen from the end of the bed, since he was so tall he didn't fit. Finn never really minded though, he kind of liked how the air felt in between his toes.
"Guys, just get up! I think that-"
A girlish scream came from down the hall.
All three guys were out of bed so fast that Sam had to blink a few times to take it all in.
A second scream joined the girlish one. Obviously Kurt and Rachel, though they couldn't tell the screams apart.
Kurt, being gay, shared a room with Rachel, even though the guys didn't care. They were all equal in their eyes.
"Situasian, get a visual on the computer of what's going on. Biebster, scout out the TOA house, aside from the Girls Dorm. Gigantor, find Sylvester, protect her. Wheels and I are going in." Puck took the role as leader. "Lets go."
Stealthily, Puck moved down the hall, staying to the wall.
Mike's voice rang out.
"Can you hear me, BAMF? Do you copy?"
"Loud and clear. What's the clearance?"
Mike seemed to be laughing a little, as he heard typing in the background.
"You aren't going to like it, BAMF."
"What is going on in there?" Puck stopped, and signaled Artie to back off. "Are they having trouble?"
"Yeah, fashion trouble."
Puck bounded into the room, knocking once, warning them. The screaming stopped, as Kurt was bent over sobbing like a little girl. Ms. Sylvester was in there with them, showing a school girls uniform.
Mike and Sam came in shortly after, while Finn rolled Artie in.
"What the fuck is the big idea?" Puck was the first to speak, other than Kurt's mindless fashion-advising words. "We thought there was trouble."
Kurt wailed louder, and Rachel simply had her head held high. Her expression was unreadable, as usual, but Ms. Sylvester couldn't look happier.
She was playing with the red and white plaid skirt, which had grey strips going through it. A white blouse and a grey vest with a red shield were in her other hand. Ms. Sylvester seemed at a complete loss for words
Rachel finally cleared her voice, moving aside as she did so to reveal their school uniforms as well. Grey trousers and a white shirt which had a the same red cross on it.
Both sets of clothes had a red and white tie, which Rachel held.
"We've got our first mission, boys."
Wednesday, May 13th
6:59 am, Quinn's Room
Her eyes flicked open, and her hand slapped the alarm clock right before it went off, as she did every morning. She's never even heard it go off before, and sometimes wondered if it still worked properly. Of course, it was made in Bulgaria, but was given to her daddy as a present from Austria.
However you looked at, her father had no need for an alarm clock and therefore wrapped it up and gave it to his youngest daughter as a grade nine graduation gift.
You'd think that the President of the United States would be able to get his children something better, but Mr. Fabray believed that less is always more.
Mr. Fabray had also done the unthinkable last night, sending his daughter to her room early as he headed off to his office. Quinn tried not to think about the consent buzzing that shook her room, an emergency buzzing she knew.
Something went wrong last night, right after dinner, as the Vice President, Mr. Figgins, interrupted their family time.
Something went wrong last night, and she was in danger.
She knew, of course, she was in danger, when her father sent Ms. Beiste, his personal body guard, to stay in her room for the night.
So this morning Quinn was determined to find out what went wrong, and why she was in so much danger.
Putting on her house rob, she noted that Beiste had left. Sauntering down the stairs to the dining room, she saw her father sitting at the end, with a plate full of sausages, eggs and bacon.
"Daddy, you know that isn't good for your health. Mom would slaughter you if she say you eating it."
"That's why I'm eating it while she is in Finland with Frannie." Russel Fabray smiled, the thought of his wife, Judy, and his oldest daughter clouded his thoughts. He loved his girls.
Quinn smiled at her father, and stole a few pieces of bacon.
"What happened last night, Daddy?"
"Nothing, Quinny. We got it all figured out."
She picked at the bacon, shredding it, as she listened to her father lie.
"Are we in danger?"
It was a simple question, one her father knew too well. And when he hesitated, Quinn didn't need to hear the answer, because it wouldn't be the truth.
"Of course not, darling. We're safe, and I'm making sure you'll always be safe."
Wednesday, May 13th
9:00 am, President Fabray's office
He had called the TOA office early that morning, in hopes of keeping his daughter safe and happy. While Judy and Frannie were in Finland, he sent out regular agents to keep them safe. But Quinn was different, she wouldn't be so casual about it.
Having secret agents follow her around, keeping her safe. She was just about as independent as they came, and being a damsel in distress was never her thing.
When Mercedes Jones came to pick her up for school, both girls dressed in their McKinley Prep uniforms, he could help but worry. The TOA agents would be there by lunch, and promised not to mention their agreement.
Keep her safe, without her knowing.
Of course, Ms. Sylvester had agreed wholeheartedly, saying that her kids were ready for anything. They would move into a subdivision a few blocks away, and act as natural as possible, keeping his daughter safe. She had also promised regular updates on what they found out about the trouble.
The phone call had been from an unknown man, who went by The Schuester.
He warned Mr. Fabray that his daughter would be an excellent centre piece for his collection.
Mr. Fabray had panicked, calling in Beiste to ensure Quinn's safety for the night, while sending in troops to keep the rest of his family safe.
The Schuester would be caught eventually, but until then, Mr. Fabray needed a little security-enabled relaxation.
A messaged beeped onto his computer, and Mr. Fabray stunningly clicked it.
"I've got problem for your solution…"
A picture of Quinn flashed on the screen, her leaving sitting in Mercedes car with Brittany Pierce as Mercedes went the front door of the Lopez manor.
That's when Mr. Fabray got scared. This Schuester guy was outrageously crazy, and the day had barely started.
AN: so...did you like it? give me some ideas, and review please. Also read my other story, :D