AN: For my Faberries..

Chapter 2 'Mission Accomplished' Faberry

Recovering from their dream-like stupor, Santana and Brittany follows Quinn. They flanked her, and with that the Unholy Trinity is back parting the hallways of McKinley.

They walk past a gaping brunette.

INT. WMHS – GIRL'S BATHROOM - DAY

Quinn entered the girl's bathroom followed by a smug looking Santana and a very cheerful Brittany. The pink haired alpha dropped her bag and leaned back on the sink; Santana walked to the other sink and checked her make up in the mirror, Brittany mimic the brunette.

"I gotta admit Quinn, the fashion show that you just pulled was beyond 'wow'. I mean-" Santana said still looking at herself in the mirror and stopped short upon seeing Quinn, who was hyperventilating. "Woah what's wrong with you?"

"I-I think I can't breath." answered Quinn still breathing fast and deep.

Santana moved in front of her and held both her shoulders. "Just relax. Breathe."

"Is she having an asthma attack?" Brittany asked softly.

"No Britt she's just-"

"Did you- did you see her? She was looking at me! Rachel was looking at me!" Quinn blurted out, "She looked disgusted or something. Why would she be disgusted? I mean- do I look horrible? Do I? I was right. I shouldn't have-" she rambled.

Santana shakes her lightly as Quinn continued to mumbled; the latina rolls her eyes then brings her right hand back then slaps Quinn across the face. Well, that made her stop. It wasn't a hard slap, but it was enough to pull Quinn out of her panic attack. Brittany stared at them with her mouth opened.

"I'm sorry I had to do that. I don't wants any smackdowns with you again. But you were about to give me a headache." Santana said crossing her arms, staring at a wide eyed Quinn.

"You said 'sorry' again. Santana you're turning into a softy." Quinn said softly.

"Hell no!" Santana said then clears her throat. "Anyways, why are you suddenly a babbling mess? Seconds ago you were strutting in the hallway. What happened to your swag and shit?" she deflected, her brows knitted.

"I- I don't know. I was doing fine and then I panicked." Quinn stuttered.

"FYI Quinn, yes Berry was looking at you. And no, she wasn't disgusted or anything." Santana said waving a hand. "Actually I'm the one that should be disgusted. I saw Berry drooling. Like the janitor will be wasting two rolls of paper towels just to soak it all up." she added.

"She noticed me." Quinn said grinning as she started to calm down a bit.

"Everyone did." Brittany said.

"What's with the outfit anyway?" Santana asked raising an eyebrow.

Quinn sighs, "Coach Sylvester told me to wear this, so I can get my 'street cred' back. She said that no one fears me anymore."

"That's just stupid." Santana said with a laugh.

"That's what I said. But she told me that if I really want to get back on the squad and be captain, then this is just one of the things that I needed to do. Well here I'm." Quinn said looking down at her outfit.

"It's a good thing that I don't want to be head cheerleader anymore. At least me and Britts are done with our task." Santana said smiling, moving to stand beside Brittany.

"I don't want to cut grass ever again." Brittany said frowning.

"Yeah, try cutting grass using only a fucking pair of scissors. I feel like I'm gonna puke every time I smell grass." Santana added.

Quinn laughed, "She said she's not done with you. You have one task left." she explained to the latina, pointing a finger.

"What?" Santana yelled and her voiced echoed against the walls of the bathroom.

"Technically, cutting the grass was Brittany's task. Helping her doesn't count, so you have a different one." Quinn stated. "Brittany is done. You on the other hand is not. So just be prepared, you know how coach is." she added.

"Damn it, I can't believe this. That woman is just evil." Santana said groaning then smiled when Brittany gave her a hug.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." the blonde said hugging more tightly.

Quinn stared at her two bestfriends, smiling weakly, longing for what they have. Wondering when will she have that moment with the person that she loves. Rachel.

"So did you or did you not accomplished your task?" Santana asked smirking.

"Of course I did. You thought I'd come back empty handed? I was actually able to video record it." she replied smugly.

"Wow, Fabray. I'm impressed. Let's just hope Coach Sylvester will be pleased."

"Trust me, she will be."

FADE OUT.