So I told LaurenKnight13 I'd be posting a chapter this weekend and here it is,after I got distracted by making a cover which didn't really happen, so if anyone wants to make a cover for the story at any point I'd be forever grateful. Thank-you everyone, for your reviews, favourites and alerts, it makes me want to write more so it means a lot. Oh and also, I'd be really awesome if you guys would follow my Tumblr at (no gaps): xthefallenx .
Just so this is less confusing, most of the names in speech will just be the people the characters have swapped to. Whereas the non speech names will mostly be the normal characters name. I hope it doesn't get too confusing.
This is it, no looking back , no backing out, no changing my mind. I've been sat in front of my mirror for about half an hour now, the cheerio uniform looking so out of place with myself in this wheelchair. It almost feels immature now, as if this is only apart of my past and I should not be reliving it.
A knock on the door, 'Quinnie? Sweetie?' a soft voice from the other side.
'Yes, Mom.'
'We're going to be late.' she shouted louder now, from what I could tell walking away from the door.
'I'm coming now.' completely shaken out of the moment, I grabbed my new 'Brittany Style' bag from my bed, placing it on my lap, and rolled out of my room. You know Brit and Santana basically have matching bags? I never realised before, I hate to admit how cute they are.
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Rachel had suggested picking me up this morning, I was now regretting passing her up on the offer this would have been so much easier if we'd had time to talk before hand. Now I'm sat across the hall from her, waiting for her to turn around from her locker and notice me. It's kind of hard to miss me.
'Oh my god. Qui-Br-' I heard her gasp before I saw her legs move through the crowd. God damn her le- .Stupid chair .
'Hey!' breaking out of my trance and putting my Brittany face on.
'I have no idea what I'm meant to call you. I mean we're meant to act like Brit and Santana, right? But are we meant to be called Brit and Santana?' She looked confused as she stood in front of me.
'I don't know, we should go ask Mr. Shue.'
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'Hi, Rachel. Quinn.'
'We were just wondering , for the assignment do we keep our names?'
'Yes, but you have to use each others nicknames for each other, for example you, Rachel, as Santana will call Santana, Lopez or any other of the horrible names she gave you, understand? ' She nodded in response as I stared at the back of the room.
It was going to be so difficult playing and to stay in role of Brittany because the girl is just so unpredictable. Oh, idea! 'Did you know that wheelchairs were invented in 2000BC , by Jesus?'
'No, Quinn, I didn't. How about you tell me about it?' Rachel tuck her place in pushing me to class as she made up some story about wheelchairs and would continue to change the subject.
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'R, you're so whipped.' Brittany seemed to be taking her part very seriously and was dressed in one of Quinn's summer dresses and cardigans although she didn't quite suit the look. Santana on the other hand refused to wear argyle so was wearing a simple white shirt and black skirt. She was sitting on the table across from the cheerios but could hear there conversation.
'Hey!' Rachel yelled in defence.
'Well, you didn't deny it.' I could see that Rachel, as Santana, was starting to look angry so I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
'I know how you like it when I take control and even more so when we...use props.' I purposefully made my voice husky as to make Rachel blush and she did, bright red. This is going to be better than I thought. I ran my hand up her thigh making her shiver and smirked. Oh so much fun.
'Hey Lopez , over here.' I'm pretty sure that Rachel could tell how much Santana just wanted to talk to Brittany so she found her an excuse. Santana quickly rushed to our side, partly in role and partly because she missed her girlfriend, I'm guessing.
'While I don't appreciate the manner of which you asked me to join you, I thank-you for the offer. What is it you would like Rachel?' Santana got that pretty well.
'Well, seeing as you and Brittany here seem so close lately, I thought I'd let you keep her company while me and Quinn go get our sweet lady kisses on.' Rachel told her more than suggested the idea as Quinn, playing Brittany, was already out of the door with Rachel behind holding their pinkys together, before Santana and Brittany even had chance to glance at each other across the table.
'Sanny, this is confusing me.'
'I know Brit, I miss you but you have to pretend I'm Rachel. We'll talk after school, yeah? I have a plan.'
