What Do You Say Fabray?

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to the creators of Glee.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel

Chapter 4

Challenge 1: Duress

Rachel Berry was used to waking up early, she woke up every single morning at six, in order to get in a morning exorcise routine and prepare herself for the day. She was also nearly always prepared for anything that could be thrown her way. But Rachel had not been prepared for what occurred the morning after elimination.

Two huge men paraded into her room, loudly awakening her. Sitting up quickly in bed, the diva shouted out "I have a rape whistle!"

"Miss Berry, we aren't here to hurt you. We are here for your first challenge, now come on!" One of the men said, attempting to pull her toward the door.

Rachel's large brown eyes widened in shock at the news. 'We are having our first challenge this soon after elimination?' "Wait, I cannot go downstairs looking like this, I need to get dressed and appropriate and brush my hair—"

"—No. Now come on or you will be disqualified."

She glanced toward the mirror in her room and she grew embarrassed. She knew that in a relationship with someone they would eventually see what she looked like in the morning, but this was far too soon for Quinn to see her this way. Her long brown hair was tangled, her teeth weren't brushed, her makeup had been removed the night prior, and she was wearing a button down pajama top and matching pants that were pink with hearts on them. 'I suppose this means that I will be eliminated next…'

Rachel agreed to let the men lead her downstairs for the competition. It was worth the risk to earn a date with the beautiful blonde.

Reaching the bottom of the staircase a smile formed on her full lips as she realized that she was not in the most embarrassing of situations. Quite a few of the men were standing at the bottom of the stairs in nothing more than their boxer shorts, Santana was wearing hardly any clothing at all, and Brittany had on pajamas similar to her own only with rubber ducks on them. It appeared that part of this challenge would be dealing with the embarrassment.

'This challenge will probably involve keeping our cool in strenuous situations; this should work out perfectly for me… I just need to remain calm and confident…' She gave herself an internal pep-talk before lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders as she joined the group at the bottom of the stairs. Awaiting Quinn and their next challenge.

Quinn never arrived though, instead a group of men and women arrived. They were all dressed extremely nice. 'Who are these people?' Rachel wondered as she watched them approach the contestants.

"Hello everyone." One of the unfamiliar people said, moving to the front of the group. She looked a lot like Quinn, Rachel noticed. "I am sure that you are all wondering who we are and what we are doing here."

All of the contestants agreed.

"We are a group of Quinn's closest friends and family, and we have been sent to do her dirty work." The singer's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the wording. 'What does she mean when she says dirty work…?' Her question was quickly answered as the older blonde woman explained. "We have spent the last few days digging up as much dirt on you as possible; we woke you up this morning without giving you a chance to compose yourselves in hopes to catch you off guard. Now we will be splitting up and talking with you individually about what information we found."

Rachel's heart started racing as she glanced around at the other contestants, internally going down a list of things that they could bring up about her past. She honestly believed that her record was fairly decent. She had been a straight A student, she was in sixteen clubs in high school, valedictorian, and had achieved her dreams, but she was certain they would find something about her.

"You guys are probably wondering what the challenge is, right?"

They again agreed.

"Well, we are not going to be nice when we talk with you about this information. Think of this as an interrogation of sorts. The goal is to remain calm and deal with the interrogation with ease and grace no matter what we say to you. Quinn is often going out to special events, and hosting charity balls, it is important to be able to keep your cool no matter what they find out about your past. So, this will be a test of just that!"

The blonde moved even closer to the group, smiling as she added. "The top three winners of this challenge will receive a date with my sister."

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise as she realized who the other woman was, she must have been Quinn's older sister. That made it extremely important to impress her, if that was who she were paired with. Regardless, she was going to attempt to keep her composure and impress whoever interrogated her. Rachel Berry was a star, and she knew how to act when she was approached with something that made her uncomfortable, she was going to win this date!

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"So, what's it like being a twenty-two year old virgin?" The man asked him with a smirk; it was devastating and embarrassing that he knew such information.

Finn shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, brown eyes glancing away as he searched for an answer to the question. "I'm just waitin' for the right girl. Y'know?"

"The right girl? You mean Quinn, right?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, sure. I mean, if we hit it off and all." His mind was actually on another person in the house. Of course, he was not about to tell the young man that information, he still wanted to win the competition.

"Hm. You don't seem all that interested in her."

"She's a cool chick."

"So, how long have you been addicted to smoking weed, Finn?"

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he turned to look back at the other man, he had never done weed. 'Okay maybe a few times in high school…' But, he definitely was not addicted to it. "What are you talkin' about? I don't do any drugs, I'm a professional athlete, they check for that kinda stuff."

"That's funny; it says here that you got caught with weed in your locker once." The man said smugly.

"Dude, I still don't know how that got there."

He laughed at him. "So, someone framed you then?"

"Seriously, I don't know!" Finn was growing angry with the questions, but he was still trying to keep his cool. He wanted to stay in the competition for as long as possible, even if his motives for doing so weren't the same as the others in the household.

"You were kind of a jerk in high school, huh? Spend a lot of time egging people, and throwing people into the dumpsters? Must have been nice to be a jock and at the top of the social pyramid."

"Yeah, I was a jerk okay, but that isn't me anymore. I've grown up."

"You sure about that?" He was practically teasing Finn, and it was making him more and more upset by the minute. His hands were clenched tightly, and he kept gritting his teeth as he glared at the shorter man.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Did you also grow out of being a cheater? It says here you were quite the ladies' man in high school, which is ironic considering you are still a virgin."

Now he had been pushed past the point of no return, throwing up his hands he shouted out. "Okay, yeah, I cheated on a few chicks in high school. So what! I'm a guy! And I already told you that I am waiting for the right girl, what are you deaf or somethin'?"

"No, but I am gay. And I think that you are kind of cute." He smirked; his voice was definitely flirty which caused Finn to feel uncomfortable. He did not like when gay men hit on him.

"Dude, I'm not gay."

"Are you homophobic?"

"No, you can like whoever you like; just don't fucking hit on me okay? I'm not gay!"

"Okay."

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Santana was not happy about the competition, she got very defensive when people brought up her flaws, and she was terrified that she was going to lose her temper and ruin her chances for a date with Quinn.

Crossing her arms over her chest she waited for the interrogation to start. Whatever she had been expecting could not have prepared her for what the woman said.

"Exactly how many people have you had sex with?"

"What the hell did you just ask me?" She retorted, with a raised eyebrow and a glare. That was personal information as far as she was concerned. "That is none of your business."

"Well, it may not be my business, but I do know the answer and if I compare these numbers with your age I can come to a simple conclusion."

"And what would that be?" Santana asked sarcastically.

"You are a slut."

That pushed it too far. Even if she knew that she had slept with many men and women in high school, she hated being called a slut. This woman had no respect for her and it really angered her. Biting down on her bottom lip she attempted to answer politely, despite wanting to reach across the distance that separated the two of them in order to bitch slap her pretty little face. "I've slept with a few people, yeah."

"A few people? It says here that you have had sex with—"

"—you know what? That's none of your fuckin' business, and don't you dare say that number on national television!"

"Or what? You'll assault me? Guess that the rumors about you being a bitch and having anger issues are true. No wonder you spent a month in jail for fighting."

"You know what?"

"What?" She responded in a condescending voice. As if she were speaking to a five year old.

"I don't gotta take this shit from you!" Santana shouted, throwing her hands up and taking a step closer to the other woman. She smirked when the woman took a step backward and fear flashed across her face. 'Looks like she isn't all that cocky when she is approached with real danger…' "I'm here for Quinn, and only Quinn. Yeah, I was a slut, and hell yeah I beat the crap out of some bitch who was insulting my mother, but you don't fucking know me!"

"You are ruining your chances for a date with Quinn right now."

"I don't give a fuck right now. You can't just waltz in here and pretend you know me because of some rumors and shit you are reading off some sheet. I'm outta here."

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"What age were you when you learned to tie your shoes?" The blonde woman asked. Sam knew that she already knew the answer to the question, so he knew that he should not lie if he wanted to get a date with Quinn. He would just have to suck up his pride and admit his flaws, remaining polite no matter what was thrown at him.

"I was sixteen years old." He said with a smile, catching her eyes with his own. Confidently. "My teacher actually had to show me how to do it, it was pretty embarrassing." He added with a laugh and a shake of his head.

"So you are pretty stupid then?"

"Well I suffer from dyslexia and always had trouble learning, so I'm not the smartest guy, no." It hurt being called stupid, it really did. But he was not going to get angry. He had heard it all of his life.

"Stupid and self-conscious, that's a pretty bad combination." The woman said. "I don't really think that Quinn needs someone like that in her life."

"I hope that she sees me for more than those bad qualities."

"How can she see you for more than that, when you don't even see that yourself? I mean look at you, you are so scared to even eat a Dorito because you think that you are going to gain weight! How shallow can you be?"

"I do not judge others; I guess I am just a little bit hard on myself." Sam admitted, he could feel his heart racing and his anger growing. He hated feeling personally attacked, but he was not going to back down, he was going to kill this woman with kindness.

"So if Quinn gained one-hundred pounds you wouldn't break up with her?"

"Of course not."

"How do you feel about Justin Bieber?"

"I think he's pretty rock n' roll." He admitted, a blush covering his cheeks at the look that she gave him. It was embarrassing to be nearly twenty-two years old and to still enjoy Justin Bieber's music.

"You know that only fifteen year old girls like his music right?"

He laughed at this, and genuinely smiled. "Yeah, I hear that a lot from the guys I work with. But hey, I really like his music and I don't let people's opinions affect what I like."

"I guess that your obsession with him makes sense."

"Wait?" His eyes widened. "I am hardly obsessed, and what do you mean by that anyway?"

"I just mean that it totally supports the rumors about you being gay. I can imagine that you have some kind of crush on Justin Bieber and that is why you love his music."

Again Sam laughed. "The dudes pretty, I'll give him that. But, nah, the only crush that I have is on Quinn."

"So you are homophobic?"

"Oh no! I have plenty of gay friends, being in the modeling industry, and I love each and every one of them. "

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"So, you are starring in a lead role on Broadway?" The woman asked Rachel.

Upon hearing the question, she was thrown off guard, she had been expecting something a little more challenging, but she assumed that it was only a lead in question to something more embarrassing. Flashing the woman one of her award winning show-smiles, she nodded her head. "Yes, I am. Proudly so."

"Sounds like you got pretty lucky then, considering that you choked on your NYADA audition." There it was. The comment really hurt Rachel; the memory of her audition was one of the worst. She had never begged for anything in her life and she could just recall standing on that stage, crying, and whimpering out the word 'please' over and over.

Still, she pushed up her chin confidently and responded politely. "Yes, I am quite lucky, all things considering. I was happy to have gotten a second chance."

"Even if you took your best friend's spot?"

There was another pang of guilt, but she smiled through the pain. "Yes, Kurt understands that I got accepted and he did not. We are still very close, and he has still been successful on Broadway."

"I'm sure he doesn't feel the same."

Rachel did not know how to respond, so she only nodded her head. Hoping that the woman would proceed with the interrogation.

"He probably just acts like he still loves and respects you, Rachel, you are one of the most selfish people in the world and everyone knows that. Hell, it says here you sent someone to a crack house just because they were in competition with you."

"First and foremost it was not an active crack house. Secondly, I have made mistakes and been competitive in the past. Namely in high school, but I prefer to look at my competitive nature as ambition. Sometimes you have to be a little selfish in order to get where you want to be."

"It seems that you aren't only selfish though, you also have a lot of personality flaws that Quinn shouldn't have to deal with. Jealousy, obsessiveness, and insecurity to name just a few."

"At times I can be all of those things, yes." She admitted.

"Well, being in a house with this many people has got to set off some of these feelings. Like jealousy, Quinn shouldn't have to deal with you getting upset if she tries to see if she is compatible with the others here."

"And I assure you, she will not have to deal with that side of me. I respect that everyone here deserves a chance to win her over." Rachel said, her smile wavering only slightly. She knew that she could be extremely jealous, that she had been extremely jealous already since being here, but coming into the house she had expected it.

"Are you jealous and insecure because you know that you are ugly?"

'Wow… that was certainly a low blow… did she seriously just call me unattractive?' "Pardon me, but what did you just say?" She asked hoping that she had heard incorrectly.

"Oh sweetie, it's nothing personal. I am just stating facts. I mean it makes complete sense. You always felt that you were the ugly girl in school, the girl no one wanted to date. I mean look at that honker on you, and so when you get someone attractive then you hold on for dear life, ultimately sabotaging the relationship. But honey guess what? Quinn is out of your league."

"It is true, that I once looked at my flaws with negativity, but as I have aged I have realized that those flaws are what make me unique. They are what make me beautiful, and I believe that Quinn will love me for those flaws."

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Mike had been raised in a very strict family, his parents had taught him to always be polite. So, he was more than prepared for this challenge. He expected it to hurt his feelings, maybe it would even anger him, but he was not going to be impolite. He would win a date with Quinn Fabray.

"So you gave up being a doctor to be a dancer?"

"Yes, I did."

"Wow, what a stupid decision! I bet your parents pretty much hate you for that!" The man said, obviously trying to upset Mike. It worked. Internally he was hurting at the words. It had taken years for his father to accept his decision to follow his dreams and even now he did not truly accept them. Mike often thought that he never would.

"I made the decision to follow my dreams; my parents support my decision to the best of their ability." He smiled.

"You know, most dancers are gay right?"

"I would not say most, but yes, many are. I have quite a few good friends who I work with who are gay. I myself am not."

"I don't really think that I believe you." He said in a sarcastic tone. It really bothered Mike how he was treating him, but he did not give him any such gratification.

"You can believe whatever you would like. If you wish to believe that I am gay, feel free to do so." His voice held no sarcasm. Honestly, he did not care if people thought that he was gay. Why should it matter to him? He knew who he really was; he knew that he wanted to be with Quinn, so why should it bother him if someone else thought otherwise?

"Okay then, I'll believe you are into men."

All Mike did was nod and smile.

"Your first year of college was pretty bad huh? I know that you graduated from Harvard, but that first year, you really struggled."

"Yes, my grades were unsatisfactory."

"Your parents probably were so dishonored by your grades. You kind of destroyed your father's name, huh?"

"He has told me that he understands and we have moved on. My father loves me and he supports the decisions that I have made in life." Even if the words were not completely true, even if he doubted them, they seemed to impress the man interrogating him.

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"That's a pretty bad stutter that you got." The man said to Tina, his arms were crossed and he was wearing an intimidating scowl.

"I-I-I-"

"I-I-I—Spit it out!" He shouted at her.

Closing her eyes she tried to calm her racing heart, this man was attempting to terrify her into losing her date with Quinn and she was not going to allow that. "Sir, I w-w-would appreciate it if you w-wouldn't talk to me that way."

"And I would appreciate it if you would grow a fucking back bone! Guess that we will both be disappointed!"

Tina was unable to control her emotions and she broke down. Tears filling her eyes as she lifted her hands to cover her face, sobbing loudly. She hated when people were mean to her and she worried that her overemotional side would cost her the date with the blonde heiress, but she just could not seem to stop crying no matter how hard she tried.

"What the hell? You are gonna just stand there crying like a little baby! Quinn needs someone strong enough to talk to, not someone who is gonna just burst out in tears when things go bad!"

"I-I-I'm s-sorry!" She shouted out, still crying.

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"It says here that you proudly attempted to kiss every single person in your high school?" The man asked, looking over Brittany with judgmental eyes. Honestly, she didn't understand what he was judging her for; she was proud of her accomplishment.

"Yeah, and I did it." She responded in a monotone voice.

"Doesn't that kinda make you a whore?"

"No, I don't think so. It was just fun."

"So, I am guessing that you are bisexual?" Brittany nodded her head. "Which sex do you prefer?"

The blonde grinned. "I don't have a preferred sexual position, I mean if I have to choose I guess I would say—"

"—no! That isn't what I meant, I meant, do you like girls or guys more?"

"Oh, why didn't you just ask that the first time?" She asked laughing and smiling brightly. "I don't love people for if they are girls or guys; I just love someone for what is inside. I mean I guess if I had to choose it would be girls, but only because they are soft and smell better."

"Wow, you have got to be one of the dumbest people that I have ever met. Seriously, do you even know what two plus two is?"

"Of course I do. Everyone knows that two plus two equal's rainbows." Her voice was sarcastic as she rolled her blue eyes.

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"So, you've got a problem with drugs and alcohol huh?"

Puck was immediately put off by the first question that the young man had for him, he hated talking about his downfalls, particularly the ones that made him feel like he was turning into his father. "Yeah, I had a problem or two with 'em, but I haven't done drugs or drank alcohol in a while."

"I bet it would be really easy for you to fall back into the habit? Maybe show a little bit of that anger to Quinn, like you have shown to others in the past."

"Dude, I would never hurt Quinn."

"Even under the influence?"

"I won't be under the influence ever again! So just shut the hell up about it!" His body was now shaking, his hands clenched tightly into fists. He was trying to calm himself, but all he really wanted to do was punch the man in the face. Knowing that would get him eliminated he forced himself to not act on these thoughts.

"Ooh that anger is really flaring up, and all I did was try and talk about it, what if Quinn ever asked about it? Would you get angry enough to go back to jail?"

"That jail sentence had nothin' to do with beatin' on anyone, and you damn well know that!"

"You're right; it had to do with theft."

"Damn straight."

"You are aware that Quinn has been blessed with a large sum of money, right? How do we know that you aren't just here for the money?" He asked and Puck threw up his hands, slamming his fists against his forehead in frustration.

"Dude, I'm not here for the money!"

"You sure? I'm sure it could put your daughter through school. Where is her mother anyway? Oh yeah, that's right." He paused and moved directly into Puck's face, obviously trying to tempt him to attack him. His body was shaking and Puck was almost certain he would lash out any minute now. "She left you because you were a loser who couldn't even support her and your child, she didn't want anything to do with you and neither will Quinn."

"You know what! Fuck this! Fuck you! I don't need this date!" He turned to storm off.

"Puck—"

"—NO! Screw you!"

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Authors Note:

Who should win the date with Quinn?

The next round of voting off will begin now. :) If you really want to see someone go home than I suggest leaving a review and telling me who it should be!

I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter! The next challenge will be physical and if anyone has any ideas on that then please tell me. Y'all are my inspiration! Love y'all!

-Tracy Cook