Faberry Bits
So, these are just story ideas that were partly inspired by a wonderful story called Disney Storybits. Go read it, it's awesome! Anyway these bits are mostly ideas that didn't bloom into a full-blown story. There will be Faberry -duh!-as well as a little Brittana, Samcedes, Tike, and Wemma.
Glee ain't mine. Wish it was.
Chapter 3-What If
This was an idea that I thought of a while back. I have noticed that there is a distinct lack of genderbend!Quinn Faberry stories (if anyone knows where I can find some let me know!), so I thought I would add my little contribution. I may actually go ahead and develop this into a full story.
Takes place in Season 1.
In this part, our hero meets our two favorite lesbian cheerleaders. Onward!
Quinn Fabray wondered why his parents decided to send him to public school. And to William McKinley High School, of all places. He recalled the horror stories he had heard from his older sister who had gone there.
*"The kids at McKinley High are a vicious bunch, little brother. Make sure you watch your step, and whatever you do, do NOT incur the wrath of the Cheerios."*
The Cheerios. McKinley's top notch cheer leading squad. Even kids who didn't go to this school knew who they were; hell the whole town did. And everyone knew that if you messed with them, you were in trouble.
Well, not to worry, he had no plans whatsoever to get them upset. But he still wished he was still at Dalton.
Right now Quinn was wandering down the halls, looking down at the locker number the secretary had scrawled on the slip of paper.
'#17, #17...ah, here we are.' He took out the key and unlocked it. 'Good, the key works. Now I just have to get these books in there whoops!'
The heavy calculus went slipping out of his hand and thudded onto the floor-right after bouncing off a white tennis shoe foot.
"Ow!"
'Shit!' Quinn swore inwardly, quickly swooping down & grabbing the offending book. He looked up from where he stooped. "I'm so sorry I-"
Red pleated skirt.
White and red sleeveless top.
With the word "Cheerios" emblazoned across the chest.
Pony tail. Not only that, the girl looked spectacularly pissed off.
Oh, shit.
"The hell, asshole! Why don't you make sure you got all your stuff in one place?! Es hombre stupido!"
Oh, great, now there was fiery Latina passion behind her anger, brown eyes blazing. Quinn swallowed and tried to say "I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were-"
"Santana, leave him alone." The voice came from behind him and he turned to see a blonde Cheerio who was about as tall as he was with stunning blue eyes and a bright smile.
"Hi, there. Don't worry about San, her bark's worse than her bite, even though she's not a dog. Wow, you have really pretty eyes for a boy. I'm Brittany, and you already met Santana. What's your name?"
Quinn took a second or two to process what just happened. "Um...Quinn. My name is Quinn Fabray."
(And now Quinn meets Rachel. Here we go!)
So far, so good.
Quinn had managed to find his morning classes without any trouble. But he still had a feeling something was going to happen, he just wasn't sure what.
"Yo, new guy!" Quinn turned around when he heard the voice behind him. Later he would regret he had.
SPLOOSH!
Something cold, wet, sticky, and orange-colored splashed into his face. He yelled out in surprise and dropped his bag.
"Santana says payback's a bitch! Loser!" The jock walked away laughing as he joined, not surprisingly, some Cheerios with Santana who were also laughing.
Quinn blinked. Oh, fantastic. He had just been 'baptized' with one of McKinley's infamous slushy attacks. Grabbing his bag off the floor, he quickly pushed open the door to the bathroom on his right. He stumbled over to a porcelain sink, turned on the faucet, and dunked his head under the tap.
'Wonderful,' the blonde boy thought, furiously scrubbing the mess off of him, 'first day of school, I get a Cheerio pissed at me, and now I'm on her Most Wanted list. Things can't get any worse.' Noticing the icy drink was seeping onto his shirt, he pulled it off and dumped it into the sink. Hopefully he could get the dye out before it was ruined.
"Excuse me."
Not looking up from his task, he spoke "I'll be done in a second, wait your turn."
"Well, I just thought I should mention that you're in the girls bathroom, but carry on with your task."
...
...Girls bathroom?
Quinn looked up into the mirror to see a short brunette girl staring at him. And he was currently shirtless. Oh, man.
Rachel Barbara Berry was one who was always prepared for any situation. That was why she had decided to go into the rarely used second floor bathroom to clean herself up after having been attacked by a Cheerio bearing silly string. But one thing she hadn't prepared for was the sight of a half-naked blonde boy scrubbing orange slush off his shirt.
And a rather handsome boy, at that.
Instead of apologizing like she expected him to, he let out a groan of exasperation and slumped down. "Fucking perfect." She heard him mutter.
If only the two of them had known that this chance meeting was the beginning of something both of them never saw coming.
Something amazing.
Something beautiful.
Something *wonderful*.
(In this part, Quinn decides to try out for the new glee club. Takes place after third episode. On we go!)
Quinn stood outside the choir room, listening in as he heard Mr. Schuester talk.
Was he really going to do this?
'Yes. Yes, I am. Because I love to sing, and it'll look good on a college application to have been involved in a club. And it has nothing to do at all with a short beautiful brunette with an amazing voice. Nope.'
...Good lord, he hated lying to himself.
'Quit it, Fabray! Now get in there and show 'em how to do it!'
*You mean show off to Rachel.*
'Shut up, conscience!'
He reached up and knocked on the door.
There was a moment of silence, and then Schuester's voice came to him. "Come in."
Quinn took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in.
On the risers he saw several people he had noticed in passing from the couple of days he'd been here. There were four guys from the football team-Finn, that smarmy ass Puck, and that Asian dude and his friend-, a Goth girl he'd seen walking around, that Artie guy from art class, Brittany and Santana (what the fuck were they doing here?), and that one black girl with the big voice who was sitting next to that one guy who was in his French class. And there was Rachel sitting behind Finn's girlfriend Becca.
"Hi, there. Aren't you in my afternoon class?" Mr. Schuester's voice brought Quinn back to the present. He turned to the vest-wearing older man.
"Yeah. I'm Quinn."
The teacher smiled. "Ah, I remember you now. What can we do for you, Quinn?"
"I...I heard you guys were looking for another glee club member." He squared his shoulders and let the Fabray confidence shine through. "I'd like to volunteer."
Instantly Rachel's hand shot up. "Mr. Schuester, if Quinn auditions, we'll have too many members and we'll exceed the regulation of required members!"
"So are you offering to sacrifice yourself, midget?" Asked Santana.
Quinn wanted to walk over and smack that smirk off Lopez's face, but then he'd go against his personal code.
"Santana, knock it off. And Rachel, I believe that everyone who wants audition should have a chance. Who knows, 13 might be our lucky number." Mr. Schuester then turned back to Quinn. "So! Do you have something prepared, Quinn?"
In reply the boy opened up his bag and pulled out some sheet music. He passed them out to the band, and then put down his bag.
Mr. Schue took a seat on a stool. "Okay, let's see what you got. Everyone give it up for Quinn!"
The group gave scattered applause. Quinn turned to the pianist and nodded. The intro began, he started tapping his foot to the beat, and sang.
"I think that baby you and I are
Undeniable
But I'm finding out love's
Unreliable
I'm giving all I got
To make you stay
Or am I just a roadblock
In your way?"
To be continued! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!