After a very long shower and well rested sleep, Quinn was ready for the week. She had a plan; she knew what she wanted and now needed to get everything in motion.

Dressed, she dashed downstairs briefly to grab a yogurt, of course ignoring Judy who attempted conversation, and headed out the door. Pulling out her keys and dialing on her phone, she hopped into her bug and drove with a destination in mind.

"Hey, San, get your ass up, I need you and Brit." Quinn demanded as soon as the Latina answered, not caring if she responded. "Meet at Kurt's in twenty." She immediately hung up after a grunt came through.

Quinn turned her music on and drove with excitement.

Arriving at Kurt's place, she pulled into the driveway, waiting for her best friends to show up. While waiting she looked at herself in the rearview mirror, you can do this Quinn, pretend to be a boy till the rival game and show everyone how badass you are! Grinning, she noticed a black jeep pull up behind her bug. Exiting the car she greeted her friends.

"Hey San, Britt!"

Both girls stepped out, returning their own greetings.

"Sup Q, what's with the early wake up call?" The Latina asked.

"Q!" The other blonde ran up to Quinn, crushing her in a hug.

Quinn laughed, hugging the excited blonde back. "I'll tell you both once we are inside." Letting go of Brittany, she led the two to the front door, ringing the bell. They stood there for a few minutes before Santana decided to try again.

"Yo! Hummel get your fancy ass up! We gots to get our shit done!" She banged on the door til a fair skinned boy swung it open with a glare.

"Satan, I don't appreciate the rudeness. I already heard the bell the first time," he bristled with frustration.

"Whatever, Lady Hummel." She pushed past him without needing to be invited in, followed closely by an excited Britt who waved happily at Kurt.

"Oh, please feel free to enter my home," he spat with sarcasm.

Quinn smiled at her friend's antics.

"Hey Kurt," she hugged him, receiving a smile in return, "Sorry to bug you so early but I just need your help." She commented as she walked in to join the latina and blonde raiding Kurt's fridge for food.

Kurt humphed, following Quinn into the mess of his kitchen.

"Satan, you better clean this up when you're done!" His only response from the girl was a casual shrug. With narrowed eyes he turned his attention to Quinn, "What sort of help are we looking at? Is this "I need outfit help" or ":OMG: I need a cover story ASAP"?" In a casual manner, Kurt emphasized his words with one hand while the other rested at his hip.

Quinn bit her lip in nervousness. Quietly, she said, "Make me a boy?"

Silence was heard in the kitchen. Brittany and Santana stopped their raiding while Kurt's eyes widened in uncertainty. He peered at the two girls in the kitchen.

"Santana, you heard what I heard, right?" Receiving a nod from the latina, who placed her sandwich on the counter. He looked back at Quinn. "Um, Quinn, dear? May I have you repeat that one more time for me?" He asked, watching her fidget nervously in front of him.

A high pitch squeal pierced the air.

"OMG OMG! Quinn, welcome to the unicorns!" The jumping blonde ran to Quinn, squeezing the life from the girl. "Quinn, you are going to love being a unicorn, we eat rainbows and have fun everyday!"

Quinn smiled at her friend. "Thanks Britt, but um… yes Kurt, help me be a boy." She said, more determined than the first time.

"What the fuck Q?" Santana commented before ignoring her sandwich. She walked up to the blondes. "I mean why? Did something happen with Jesse St. Asshole?" She asked with concern in her eyes.

Kurt nodded in agreement.

Quinn shook her head. "Well, no… Actually, yes, he broke up with me last night." Quinn looked at her friends, taking in their body language; Brittany's arms squeezed her at her words. "It's ok, I'm ok. It's a good thing."

She admitted after that long drive and remembering everything they did as a couple. It was never out of love, Quinn realized. She felt obligated to be his girlfriend; it didn't help that her mother also approved of the relationship, too. Not to mention how picture perfect she and he fit into the stereotype mold of star players in a relationship.

Quinn was raised to be a housewife. Cook, clean and await for her husband to come home. Then tend to him. Just like her mother. And look where and how that went.

Smiling, Quinn pushed forward from her thoughts. She ignored the confused looks on Kurt's and Santana's faces. "Well, I want to prove to everyone that not only am I a better player than the boys, but I am capable of being independent. Plus since McKinley only has a boys team, I want to pretend to be one to join so I can kick Jesse's ass in the rival game." She said confidently, puffing out her chest a little with pride in herself.

Brittany released her from her embrace, beaming with excitement. Santana crossed her arms with a tilt of her head, eyeing Quinn.

Kurt stood, tapping his chin in thought. "Oh, Honey, you don't need to prove yourself to anyone, we already know you're amazing and plus you could always sign up for club soccer." He assured her with a pat to her shoulder, but the blonde shot him a heated glare. He pulled away.

"No, you don't understand. One, I want to kick Jesses' ass."—she received an approval grunt from the Latina—"Two, I want to prove that I can be so much better than stupid boys, sorry no offence, Kurt."

He smiled haughty. "None taken, well," he sighed, "I feel like this could end up really badly."

"No shit, Lady Hummel." Santana spoke up. "Q, this isn't like some repressed lifelong dream to be a boy, is it?" She smirked at Quinn's eye roll. "Fuck I really would like to see you kick St, Dickheads ass, ha. Let's gets it done!" She cackled, slapping Quinn's shoulder before heading back to her sandwich.

"Oh, yes makeover Quinn! OMG you're going to be such a hottie!" Brittany clapped in excitement before skipping over to the Latina, taking a bite of the said girl's sandwich who smiled fondly at the action.

Quinn laughed. "I don't think I will, Britt, but thanks."

"Oh no, you will definitely be as Brittany so eloquently put it; a hottie. You've such flawless bone structure, not to mention, such clear skin, and such a toned body. You will honestly fit well in male clothing. Though the hair," Kurt tapped his chin in thought, "I'll have to figure out the perfect wig for you that will fit your face shape."

Quinn could see the gears churning in Kurt's mind. She laughed. "Well I think a wig would be too obvious, I actually want you to cut my hair?" she mentioned with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Like I said; repressed fantasy." Santana repeated as her and Brittany cleared the counters and cleaned their dishes.

Quinn shook her head. "So what do you think? Also, I was thinking since you have no roommate, and this is where Santana comes in," she gestured to the Latina who grunted, "I could stay with you. Now we do need to change my records a bit so it doesn't say Lucy, only Quinn." Her smile widened in excitement. "That way since my name is unisex, it makes it easier. Plus we have one week before we all move into the dorms and soccer tryouts begin."

He watched her with his arms crossed, pondering. The girls waited for his answer.

"Q, I think this is crazy, but for some inexplicable reason I think you gots this." Santana gave her approval with Brittany nodding in agreement.

"And your inner unicorn will finally be free!" Brittany added, not paying mind to the slight twitch from Quinn.

"Alright, Quinn I agree. How about we start with the hair first because I have a perfect style for you then we'll go shopping because you can't wear your Sunday dresses with your cardigan." He gestured to her current clothing.

The blonde smiled. "Of course not but at least for school. It's an easy uniform."

Finally she's getting somewhere, and with her friends backing her up, she felt like she could take on the world.

McKinley, here comes Quinn Fabray!