Ok so I'm sorry if the grammar is off. There is a reason I'm not pursuing English as a major in college. It really isn't my strong suit.

Also, I'm wrote these first 2 chapters in about 3hrs at a little after midnight. Late night writing doesn't spark the best grammar or spelling. So again sorry. Hope it doesn't take too much away from the story. I'll try and do a better job editing in the later chapters.


-(Salon)-

"Hahaha. You want me to turn you into your brother." Asks Kurt a disbelieving voice.

"That's right. I'm going to McKinley as Quinton. I'll make the boys soccer team, and in 12 days beat the Carmel boys team." I say like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's right!" Says Santana.

"Ok Quinn, sweetie. You've taken one too many soccer balls to the head." Kurt says and goes back to styling the lady's hair who is sitting in between us. Now that I think about it she must think I'm crazy, but whatever. I know I can do it.

"You know I can do it, Kurt."

He scoffs "Yeah, except for the voice, mannerisms, the breasts, the mentality, and.." he just waves his hand up and down gesturing at me. I shift uncomfortably and pull my sweater across my chest to cover my breasts.

"It doesn't matter." Santana quickly jumps to my defense. "Nobody has even met Quinton. They won't know the difference."

"They'll know he's a girl." Kurt says then pauses. "Quinn why did your mom name you and your brother practically the same name?"

"If I tell you will you do it?"

He stares blankly at me.

"Oh, come on, Kurt." I say pouting

"Yeah come on, Kurt" Brittany and Santana chorus behind me probably adding their own pouts.

"Yeah, come on, Kurt." Says the woman getting her hair styled as she turns to face Kurt.

I can see he's about to give in. As he shakes his head and says "Ok. Ok. I'll see what I can do."

"Yes!" I say and do a simultaneous fist pumps then high-five the lady in front of me while Santana and Brittany high-five each other.

Once Kurt finishes up with his client he looks at me expectantly "Well?"

"Well what?"

"What's the story on the names?"

"Oh that. Well when my mom was pregnant with us and got an ultrasounds I would always be hiding behind Quinton. So they didn't know they were having 2 kids until we were born, and even then they didn't know which name they liked better for a boy. Quinton or Quinn. But since there were 2 of us and Quinn was a unisex name…."

"Your parents couldn't think of another name for a girl so they just named you with a leftover name?"

"I guess it made sense to them at the time." I shrugged "So when do we turn me into a boy?"

Kurt tells me to come back when the salon closed and we'd start the transformation and in the mean time I should learn how to be a guy. So that's what I did followed random guys on the street mimicking their mannerisms. It was actually pretty fun to do. Except for the times I got caught once when I was making fun of the old guy on the phone and the other time when I thought that gangster was going to kill him. Who knew we had gangster in Lima? Then Kurt decided to show me some bro shake that ended with a chest bump. That didn't fair too well for either since he ended up on the ground and ended up with sore boobs.

We ended up back at the salon with Brittany twirling me around to bound my breasts with a large ace wrap. Then Kurt sat me down with an array of fake facial hair on the table in front of me. For someone who was pretty adamant against me dresses up like a guy Kurt was sure going all out.

After trying out a range of different facial hairs from soul patches to mustaches, we decided to forgo that idea since we all kept cracking up with each new look we tried. So much fun in fact Brittany and Santana decided to don 'staches of their own during the make-over process. It took awhile, but Kurt worked a miracle and found a look that transformed me into a guy. Now I just needed to get home and finish packing my gear and other essentials since Quinton's stuff should be shipped to his dorm room. I mean it's not like I have the need to wear any of my clothes.

-(Quinn's House)-

Bags packed I rush down the stairs and make a beeline for the door only to be stopped the person I was trying to avoid.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Mom, I told you. I'm going to dad's house for 2 weeks." I replied quickly hoping that was good enough to get me out the door.

"No you didn't. And you're not going. We've hardly spent any time together this summer. Now you go upstairs and unpack."

I turn around ready to lie my ass off to get out of the house. As I walk into the dinning room where she's planning junior league stuff, I know what my ticket out of here is. "Ok, Mom. I thought about what you said." I take a deep breath as a I realize what I'm about to get myself into. "You know that Mercedes is going to be there 24/7 with Quinton. So, I dunno, I was thinking maybe she could show me the ropes on this whole debutante thing."

"This is so exciting." My mom exclaims as she rises her from her chair.

"Isn't it?"

"You're going to have so much fun. Now there's the formal ball. And the luncheon. Oh and did I mention the fundraiser next week?" She asks while she leading me out of the house. "It's going to be a carnival.

I inwardly grimace then in mock excitement eclaim,"Oh Lookout!"

"Now your brother promised to be there so remind him when you see him."

"Alight."

"Oh my little girl," she says while pulling me into a hug "you're finally going to be a lady."

I walk away as fast as I can then hop into Kurts VW beetle so he can help transform me before he drops me off at McKinley.

-(McKinley Prep School Parking Lot)-

I step out of Kurt's car dressed in McKinley's school uniform and adjust my tie feeling a bit anxious. I quickly turn to Kurt when I hear him step out of the car.

"Wait! Are you sure I can do this?" I whisper yell.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely."

I grab my bag and info folder out of the car and turn around and smile at the guy who passes by me asking what's up. As soon as he passes, I spin around to yell at Kurt. The gig is up that kid knew!

"Oh my God! He knew! I wanna go home!" I say ducking into the car to have this conversation more privately.

Kurt ducks into the car as well and yells back at me "Relax. He was just being friendly. We are not going home!"

"No this was a bad idea. Take me home!"

"We're not going home. Stop it!"

"This is your fault! Just take me home."

"I did not spend all this time….My idea? YOU asked ME!"

"Let's leave right now. Reverse! Reverse!"

"I was a good friend. I did your hair and makeup. And that was not easy!"

"I want to go."

"That was not easy. You're being a girl."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

"You're being a girl!" He continues to say as he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back out.

"Come on. Drive!" I yell.

He continues crawling over the center console to make sure I get out of the car. "He was being friendly." Kurt once again reassures.

"All right." I say admitting defeat and grab my bag and get out of the car.

"Now let's run through it one more time. Let me hear the voice."

I clear my throat then lower my voice to try and sound like a guy, "Hey. What's up? I'm Quinton."

"Ok. Now show me the strut."

Which I do pretty convincingly I must say, and when I walk back Kurt hands me my other bag,

"Now hock a luggie."

I smile because I can do that without having to pretend to be a boy. I gather what I need and spit. Heck yeah! I can do this.

"I'm so proud!" Kurt says and gives me a hug.

I'm so excited I return it, but then I realize boys don't like hugs so I quickly slip him away.

"Get off!"

"Remember, inside ever girl there's a boy." He pauses trying to think of a way to say it better. "That came out wrong, but you know what I mean."

I smile and walk away.

"Q!" I turn around and he tosses me my soccer ball. "Be a good boy."

I nod my head and continue my trek onto campus to find my dorm. As I'm walking through the commons I start feeling overwhelmed. Like everyone is staring at me girls, guys, even teachers. Then out of nowhere the marching band comes marching through playing. Who does that one the 1st day of school? I mean they're even in their uniforms! I weave through them and make a dash for my building. Once I'm inside I know I'm halfway to the safety of my room. I stop to avoid tripping over the resting on the stair spraying silly string. After I bypass him, I look for which hallway my room we be in. I take a deep breath and tell myself I CAN DO THIS. And not one step in I'm almost smacked in the face with a football flying between the rooms. These guys are soo rowdy. I can feel myself start to panic again, so I frantically try and find my damn room. I ignore the ruckus and dodge more guys playing random sports in the hallway and running at me. I see my room at the end of the hallway and quickly hurry over. I open the door and quickly close it to stop the chaos from entering, and I close my eyes and lean back against the door relaxing.

I'm a bit startled when I turn around see 3 guys in my room. I see two guys playing a video game one with a Mohawk and looks like any regular guy. Then there's this freakishly tall guy without a shirt on who looks at me funny.

"Hey." I say in my normal voice, but quickly remember that I'm supposed to be a guy so I pretend to clear my throat and try again. "Hey, what up?" I say in what I hope is a masculine voice. "You must me my roommates." Then I walk over to my bed and toss my things down.

"what's you're name?' the giant guys asks.

"Quinn. Um, Quinton Fabray, but I go by Quinn." I tell him and give him one of the guy hand shakes Kurt taught me. You know the one where you grab hands and lean in and bump shoulders.

"Finn Hudson." He replies as I yank him closer to me to do the shoulder bump. "Um, ok. Ok!" he says as he pushes me away.

The guy with the Mohawk turns away from the game and stares at me funny.

"This is Puck and Artie." Finn says pointing to the guy and they give me the nod sizing me up. "They live next door."

"Yeah freshman dorms that way, twiglet." Puck says as he point over his shoulder.

"Seriously, how old are you?" questions Artie.

Crap maybe I should have tried facial hair, so I say the first thing that comes to mind. "I skipped a couple of grades." I laugh uncomfortably "I'm brillant. Shh!" I finish off with and I try and smoothly sit on my bed. Which I fail at since I almost missed the bed. "Anyway, do you know when soccer try-outs start?"

"Noon." Finn chuckles out "You play?"

"Absolutely. Center-forward. You know it bro." I stand up to start unpacking my stuff. "So you play the beautiful game? Bro?….Brothers?….Brethren?"

Finn laughs again. "Yeah I'm striker. Puck and Arties are half-backs."

"Cool." I reply as I pull out my boot from my bag and it falls over exposing the tampons I hid in them. And like most guys do they freak out as soon as they see them.

"Why do you have tampons in you're boot?" questions Finn and Puck and Artie stand up to get a better look.

"Uh…I get really bad nose bleeds?." Seriously that's the best I could come up with?

"So you stick them up you nose?" Puck says in disgust.

Ok just have to go with the lie now. "Yeah." I say like everyone does it. "What you've never done that?" They all shake their heads at me. "Oh, my…Bechham does it all the time."

"Seriously." Says Finn in disbelief.

"Yes." I grab a tampon. "Look, I'll show you how to do it." I unwrap it. "You take that off, and what ever that is and you stick it right in." I can't believe I just stuck a tampon in my nose. "It absorbs right up."

The guys immediately double over in laughter.

"That's disgusting."

"Oh my God. Your roommate is a freak." Says Puck

Now why did I think this was a good idea again? I ignore them, remove the tampon from my nose, and get back to unpacking then get ready for the soccer try-outs.