Ch. 2

Quinn's Bike: (http :/).

The Start of a Rebel

Fresh pink hair shines brightly in the afternoon sun. The new pinkette, former blonde, is lighting her last cigarette. She inhales slowly, sputtering and coughing.

"Ugh, I won't get used to this any time soon." She says to herself, taking another drag.

"You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity."

A gentle voice says over her shoulder, calmness is in the air before she speaks again.

"Mom, I'm not crazy. Well maybe a little." She jokes. Judy Fabray takes a seat next to where her daughter is sitting.

"Quinnie. We're all a little crazy. Especially me."

"No Russell was crazy. You're just fine now that he's gone."

"I'm sorry Quinnie. I wish." She interrupts.

"Mom, don't. It's fine. He was crazy, controlling and a bastard. But he's gone. Let's worry about us getting back where we were."

She nods in reply and hugs her daughter tightly.

"You sure you want that death trap?" Judy laughs seriously.

"Yeah, I told you I needed a change."

"Well you are 18. Just be careful, and wear a helmet please?"

"Yeah, yeah of course mom. Hey can I borrow some cash for some cigs?"

"Nope." And with that she flits back into the open door.

"Cheapskate!" She yells jokingly back after her.

Quinn groans as she stands and stretches, shaking her pink hair.

She walks over to her black 2009 Suzuki Hayabusa GSX 1300R, that she special ordered from Canada, with pride. Swinging her black skinny jean clad leg over the side; she just sits for a minute.

Sparking the bike to life she pulls down the drive way. Peeling off before her mother can speak out the open window.

The wind on her face feels amazing and doesn't compare when wearing a helmet. Riding around, just getting a better feel of the bike she pulls into the gas station.

Still on the nicer part of town, she hears the tall tell sign of the locks clicking from the BMW next to her. She turns slowly and flicks the old couple off, smiling the entire time.

Walking in, she regrets not riding around more because right at the ice machine is the bane of her existence, one Rachel Berry. Clad in a surprisingly sexy tank top and short shorts, showing off a delicious.

'Wait, what? I'm no Santana and Brittany.' Quinn thinks shaking her head. She turns down the aisle but not before being spotted.

"Quinn?" Rachel says walking over to the former blonde, she notes, in the condom section, holding a pack of flavored ones, blush tinting her cheeks and ears. She drops them nonchalantly and turns to Rachel.

"What Berry? I'm kind of busy." She huffs and crosses her arms.

Rachel takes a moment to eye over Quinn's new look. Not being surprised by the hotness of it. Quinn is wearing a pair of skin tight black skinny jeans that are hanging low on her hips, showing off a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs, her t-shirt is an old rock band tee that looks as old as the band on the front.

"Berry? My eyes are up here." She smirks. Rachel blanches but quickly admonishes herself.

"What a nice look Quinn. It, ahem, looks. I'm sorry but, is that nose ring real?" Quinn's smirk widens.

"Yes. So are the nipple rings. Wanna see those too?" She out right laughs when Rachel blushes and starts to babble.

"Quinn that is highly inappropriate! I did not need to know… Why did you get those pierced?" The brunette blurts before she can stop herself.

"Why not? I mean we're 18 Rachel time for fun. Hey listen my mom won't borrow me anymore money 'til school starts. Buy me a pack of smokes, yeah?"

"But Quinn, you're older." Rachel squeaks. Quinn twirls her pink hair and walks up to Rachel. Invading the smaller girl's space.

"Newports." She husks in her ear before walking off.

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Since Rachel refused to hand over the Cigarettes in the parking lot and absolutely refused to get on the bike, they decided to do the "exchange" as Rachel put it, at the local park.

Quinn is sitting on a park table scratching her name into the wood when she hears her name being yelled from across the small pond.

"QUINN! QUINN!" She looks up from her working to see a certain bubbly blonde running full speed around the pond toward her. The fiery Latina is not far behind, running at a much slower speed.

"Quinn! You look awesome! Like a rocker sex God." She pants.

"Yeah Fabray, Dyke much?"

"I know you're not talking carpet muncher."

"You eat my carpet when you can eat me instead? Is that why you don't go down on me much?" Both girls stare wide-eyed and blushing before Santana starts to explain the joke.

"Oh! But I don't have hair. You took me to get a waxing yesterday. We had sex in the…"

"Britt!" They both yell.

"But seriously. I dig this look. It's so butch yet so feminine at the same time." Santana compliments. "It's much better than girl Chang's look."

"I'll take that compliment." She smirks.

"Damn it. I can't even enjoy my summer without man-hands showing up."

"Can it, Lopez." Quinn says, narrowing her eyes. Santana smirks knowingly and Brittany just smile.

"Oh, um, hello, Brittany. Santana. I'm just dropping these off to Quinn." She hands her the pack of cigarettes.

"Thanks Rach." Rachel blushes slightly at the tone of the pinkette's voice.

"Cigarettes? What's next, your nipples getting pierced?" Santana jokes. Rachel's blush intensifies and Santana quirks an eyebrow.

"N-no problem. I'll do anything to help out a friend. Um I should go." She turns to leave but Quinn grabs her arm.

"I'll give you a lift. I'll text you guys alright. Just text me when you're done with your project." She stresses. Santana understands but Brittany is about to voice her opinion.

"Britt. You remember the project we started this morning until you remembered you didn't feed Mr. Quack?" Brittany smiles widely nodding her head rapidly.

"Bye Quinn! Have fun with your look. Call us!" She yells as she get farther away, linking pinkies along the way with Santana. Quinn chuckles and turns to see the retreating form of Rachel.

"Rach, wait." She runs to catch up, grabbing Rachel by the waist. 'Crap she smells good.'

"Quinn, I can't get on that death trap. My daddies will kill me." She says, ignoring how close they are.

"You'll have a helmet and I have my license. I'm a great driver." She pulls the brunette flush against her.

"H-how long?" She stutters slightly. Quinn smirks internally to that fact.

"I used to motor cross with Britt during the summers when we were kids, remember? You and San hated going?"

"Oh, yeah." She remembers those days. Sitting in the sweltering heat with Santana under a tree, cheering the two blondes on.

Quinn begins to walk them to the bike parked under the sycamore tree, giving Rachel the only helmet.

"Quinn.." She starts.

"It's like five minutes. Nothing bad will happen. Don't you trust me?" She asks.

"Of course." She says with the utmost conviction, grabbing the helmet. Quinn smiles then helps her strap it on.

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Squeals of pleasure can be heard turning down the block to Rachel's home.

At first the Berry men think nothing of it, until the squeals can be distinguished as that of their daughter. On the back of a motorbike. Finn is sitting with the Berry's talking about college when the bike pulls up at the end of the driveway.

Rachel climbs off the bike completely exhilarated. The ride was more fun than she could imagine.

"That was amazing, Quinn! Please, you have to take me on another ride!"

"Not on the grave of Mary Martin. And over my dead body I might add!" Leroy yells marching down the porch. Rachel turns staring wide-eyed at her father's and Finn coming to stand at the end of the drive.

"Quinn? What? What happened to you?" Finn asks dumbfounded.

"Damned if I know." She says pulling out her short and lighting it. Not caring for the death glares coming for the Berry men.

"Quinn maybe you should go. I'll text you later." Rachel says taking the short and putting it out, kissing her on the cheek at the same time.

"Yeah later Berry, Mr. Berries, man-boobs." Finn yells 'hey' but Quinn is already speeding off down the street.

Back home, Quinn's mom and sister, Frannie, are sitting on the porch chatting idly when she pulls up, parking next to Frannie's Beemer.

"Hey Lucy, Butch much?" Her mother chastises her as she laughs.

"Hey Frannie suck dick much?" The pinkette retorts quickly. The older blonde's eyes widen marginally.

"Mom, are you gonna let her say that to me?"

"Shouldn't have called her butch dear. Dinner anyone? I'm feeling fajitas." Quinn shrugs and Frannie mumbles under her breath. Their mother walks into the house and Quinn sits down in her place.

"You smell like a smoke house. Scoot over."

"You look like a slut go away." Quinn bites. Her phone chimes.

From: Britt-Bratt:

Eat. Oh I mean beat, oops, well do something.

Berry was smoking hot ;)

Glad your inner fag has come out lol ;D

Quinn chuckles silently to herself.

"I'm pregnant." Frannie blurts out. Quinn nearly drops her cigarette out her mouth.

"What?" Quinn finally says. "When did that happen? With who's baby?"

"John. He came home the winter mom let you back home. We're getting married. I-I'm sorry about the dyke bit."

"Nah. I kinda am thinking of it. I've had this crush on Rachel since like freshman year. God!" The pinkette stands and kicks the air.

"What? Are you mad?" Frannie looks truly concerned.

"No. What no. I like her. Like a lot. Waaay more than Finn, or Puck, or Sam. She just, ugh. It's the first time I've said it out loud. It makes it so much more real to me. God, I like Rachel fucking Berry!" She yells the ending, and their mother yells 'language' through the still open door.

"I like Rachel. That fucking sexy bitch." They share a laugh.

""s she worth it? This, this change?" She motions to Quinn's attire.

"Nah, I always felt like doing this but with Russell it was hard. And I just slowly started to come out." She blows out the last of her cigarette and they head in.

"Good." They go in in silence.

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Quinn logs on to Facebook after dinner to see she has a friend request from Rachel. She immediately accepts.

Quinn updates her status:

I need to party! Where' my unholy at? Hell even the gleeks! I need to get wasted like now! :P Mom and sis leaving home tonight, who's down bitches, who can handle the new Fabray?

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Santana 'Snix' Lopez: Bitch we're already on our way have the door open :P

Noah 'Puckasaurus' Puckerman: Still got a stash from the end of year party. Bringing it now. ;)

Brittany S. Pierce: Yay! Party time!

Quinn 'Badass' Fabray: San already done, Puck thank god! Britt Yes! It's going down tonight!

Santana 'Snix' Lopez: Gleeks ONLY! I don't need other people ruining me getting my drunk on!

Rachel Berry: Even me?

Brittany S. Pierce: Hell yeah! Get your sexy Berry ass over here! 'Badass' we pulling up!

Quinn 'Badass' Fabray: San Yes GLEEKS ONLY BITCHES! Rach yeah of course I'll take you on a different ride ;) Britt you got that right, and doors open! :)

Santana 'Badass' Lopez: Yes Berry even you ;) and Britt really? Berry sexy? Well with those shorts from today yes ;)

Noah 'Puckasaurus' Puckerman: :O JESUS! That's hot to see come into any guys newsfeed ;) Please let me join!

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Quinn 'Badass' Fabray: NO!

Brittany S. Pierce: NOPE! SEXY PEOPLE ONLY! ;)

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Santana 'Snix' Lopez: Besides you couldn't handle this much sexiness at one time, besides Quinn is so butch even I'm going gay for her ;) have you seen her? Dear God! Sorry Britt ;)

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Brittany S. Pierce: Its ok babe, we can totally do a foursome with her and Rachel ;)

Quinn 'Badass' Fabray: Okay I'm out bitches get out my kitchen! And in my room! ;) Berry get your sexy ass here ;)

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Quinn logs off and opens the door for the two Cheerios, complete with brownies her mom made in hand.

"Jeez those were for everyone sluts." She jokes.

"Fuck them. You know how Sue is! I need this before we start practice again." Santana exasperates. Brittany just giggles.

"So Berry huh? I should have known it wasn't because of Finnocence all those times." Santana quirks an eyebrow as Quinn turns away, blushing.

"Whatever. Just get it over with already please?" She says turning back around.

"Nothing at all actually. Coming from the Lima lesbians it'll be fine. We're still popular, even if we aren't out yet." The Latina winks.

The doorbell rings repeatedly.

"Party time Bitches!" Brittany yells out loud. Running down the stairs to open the door for Puck.

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Quinn is sitting outside with the Skanks who showed up smoking out of a bowl.

"Can't believe you're hanging with these losers." One girl says.

"What can I say? They're still my peeps. Just like you Skanks are. Why do you care anyways Yvette?"

Quinn exhales the smoke toward her. Yvette shrugs then stands. The rest follows and Quinn retreats back in only to run into the object of her desire.

"Quinn. Hey, um you stink and not like how you smell when you smoke you cigarettes. You smell.."

"Berry, shut your sexy ass up okay?" Quinn says before walking away from a blushing Rachel Berry.

She goes and sits between Puck and Mercedes new man, Shane or Shawn, she thinks.

"Name the game boys. And don't be some pussies. I need some liquor."

"Ow, you are looking fine babymomma, I dig this. For a certain diva brunette huh?" He whispers the last part. Then laughs and winks. "The game is rhymes. Whatever I say you have to rhyme it. If you can't then you drink. Whoever loses the person next chooses a new word. Orange is out!" He explains, sitting up the glasses to all the gleeks, except Tina, Finn, and Shane who are designated drivers, Kurt and Blaine, because they had plans early morning.

So Puck sets up cups for Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, Mike, Artie, Rory, and himself.

"Blue." He laughs. Quinn rolls her eyes.

"Clue." She adds.

"Brew." Santana smirks.

"Zoo." Brittany giggles.

"Knew." Rachel says

"Who." Mercedes drawls.

"Moo." Mike snorts.

"Few." Artie pipes.

"Do." Rory's accent throws a few people off, but sounds rhyming enough.

"Easy shit. Ok harder word this time. Change." He waggles his eyebrows at Quinn. She punches his shoulder harder.

"Range."

"Mange."

"Grange."

"UUUH, Sanny help me."

"What? That's cheating!" Rachel shouts.

"Can it Berry!"

"Nope rules is rules Sanny. Drink up Britt!" Quinn laughs as Brittany pouts but then smiles when she takes the shot.

"UV Strawberry!" She giggles. "Okay Rach your turn."

"Flourish." She says after a small moment

"What? A total cheat! I can't rhyme that!" Mercedes shouts but takes her drink. Mike laughs, nearly spilling his.

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After about 11 rounds and nearly everyone either too wasted to think of a word or in Brittany and Santana's case to busy making out to answer and just took their drinks to the dance floor.

Rachel has become clingy and is holding on to Quinn.

"Quinn, did you really mean what you said on Facebook?" She slurs, swaying slightly.

"And if I did?" Quinn herself is slurring and swaying with Rachel. She vaguely notices Finn watching them like a hawk, or overprotective puppy. She begins to chuckle only to notice Rachel is talking.

"I would hope you were not just playing a sick joke on me. I-I…"

"Rachel, your phone is ringing." Finn interrupts. Quinn growls toward him and he shrinks away.

"It's daddy calling from Minnesota, I'm so dead!" She begins to ramble hysterically. Quinn grabs the phone.

"Hello? Yes Mr. Berry hi, It's Quinn, Quinn Fabray; I gave Rachel a ride today? Yes the hoodlum with the motorcycle. Listen we're having a small get toge... Santana! Get Brittany! She's on my mom new table! Where the hell is her shirt! No don't take off your shorts too! Listen Mr. Berry, Brittany gets really hot when she eats too much uh ice cream so I gotta go! Yes I'll keep her safe; it's just the girls now and Kurt, yes, the gay boy, we're having a slumber, Santana I swear I'll kill you if you have sex on my table before me!" She clicks the line dead racing to stop Santana from mounting Brittany on the large kitchen table, leaving behind a shocked Rachel and Finn.

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Rachel is sitting on the large King sized bed in Quinn's room trying to stay awake. Quinn is still downstairs seeing everyone out. Before Quinn dragged Rachel upstairs, after adamantly refusing to let Finnocence get his grubby little whale fingers onto her. He yelled and complained that Quinn was taking it too far with the insults and she flipped him off before slamming the door in his face.

Rachel could hear the moans coming from the guest bedroom, and though she is a virgin of sex she knows what sex sounds like and it was obvious that the two cheerleaders were having it right in the next room. Her face turns crimson at the thought.

Quinn is walking upstairs past the guest room when she hears the sign that her friends are starting their nightly ritual. She smirks, hoping soon it will be here and Rachel doing that soon as well.

She slips into the room and sees Rachel laying on her back, hand in her shorts, biting her lips to keep from moaning out loud. 'Soon, has come much sooner.' She thinks deviously.

She slowly moves into the room with practiced ease in the dark. Standing above Rachel as she plays with herself, brows furrowed in concentration.

A small sigh and whispered name spring her into action, hers. She slips onto the bed with her secret love. She stiffen but relaxes when she smells the faint hint of cigarette smoke.

"Quinn." She whispers before lips claim hers. Her moan is muffled by the bruising kiss.

"Damn Rach my room smells just like you, so sweet. I wonder how it tastes." She growls for the second time that night.

"Damn, that sounds hot." Rachel groans as Quinn cups her breasts though her shirt.

They hear what sounds like Brittany reaching her climax. They begin to kiss as Quinn straddles Rachel's thighs, rubbing their cores together through their clothes.

"Quinn, please." She pleads, moaning loudly as Quinn latches on to her neck to suck lightly, pressing their breast together.

"Damn Quinn! Get it!" Santana drunkenly yells through the wall then giggles.

"Come on Sanny, I want to taste you too." They resume their moaning. Both girls are slightly mortified to have been caught by the girls then laugh.

"Come on Berry, its bedtime." She slips off to the side and wraps her arms around the diva. Kissing her slightly on the forehead. She immediately hears her soft snores.

All she can think before she goes to sleep is: 'Damn you Santana.'