Episode 14, Chapter 1:
Wakey, wakey, Upper East Siders. Spring Break is done, and I'm starved for the dish. Were you sunning in Capri or sinning in Croatia? Give me the deets. And has anyone spotted our ex-Queen Q? Where does the dethroned royalty vacation these days?
Two weeks off school, Quinn Fabray had a long time to consider reinvention. If she was forced to be on the outs of her former kingdom, why stop there? Why not pull a change never before been seen on the Upper East Side?
Dropping off the grid was the best thing she could have done for herself. It really gave her time to breathe. Of course, the last time she'd seen Kurt she promised she wouldn't leave, but that didn't mean she had to go back to her old life.
Quinn had a brand-new look. It might have just been a phase, but it was an important one. She wasn't worried anymore what people thought of her. She cut her hair, decided to go punk, got a nose piercing and tried out a fresh style, pushing her prissy wardrobe aside in case she ever felt like going back because, for now, being bad felt good. She loved her new look.
"Clark Gable in heaven, what have you done to Quinn Fabray?" Kurt asked as he walked into her room. He had to bribe one of her maids when they answered the door to find out if she was even in there because she hadn't answered one of his messages since that night.
"I swallowed her whole," she said putting on a beanie. She'd wrecked her uniform until it matched her hair. Now she looked eerily perfect in it. "What are you doing in my room? I fired the last woman who let you in without my permission you know? It wasn't that hard to figure out."
"Please don't do that this time because he has a family in Egypt he is trying to support."
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I was going to offer a ride to school because I'm still hoping we can get through this. I knew I should have stayed home rather than go to Paris for Spring Break."
"You needed some quality time with your new expanded family."
"No, trust me, I didn't," he balked, not wanting the reminder. "Puck is exactly the bum, slob I was afraid he would be. You should have seen some of the hand towels in our bathroom," he squirmed showing his distaste. "He's the same at home too. It's like I brought home a disease."
"I'm sorry to hear that your life is shit. I didn't realize I wasn't the only one."
"Quinn, have you even looked at your phone? I filled up your voicemail box with messages. Gossip Girl is so over what happened 3 weeks ago. It's old news."
"You mean I'm old news."
"No, I don't mean that. Sugar's dad's been charged in a RICO case. Becky spent the whole break in anger management classes in Vermont. And Sunshine… I don't know. She might have been deported; the story isn't clear. When you come back to school, no one's going to care what you did."
Kurt's speech gave her some confidence, but she wouldn't take out the pink dye in her hair. If the school had a problem, they'd have to deal with it, not her.
Currently only Brittany, Santana and Rachel were in the pack of Popular Girls along with Harmony trailing along as a hopeful case for the future. Santana had claimed the title in Quinn's absence and enjoyed every minute of it. She picked the spot where they went for the break, which she decided was Mexico; where they ate, which included a lot more casual, fast food; and when they woke up on the weekend, which was often noon because she liked to sleep in.
Rachel hoped she could have her birthday party in one of the restaurants she liked to go to with her friends, but she couldn't afford a room at any of those places so she settled for the basement of the apartment building next door to her which doubled as a rec room. Even though it wasn't her home, it would be like her first house party.
"Have you talked to Rachel lately?" Burt asked Blaine in the morning before school.
"Not since she left for Mexico," Blaine just finished his hair and was now tying his bowtie as he sat down at the kitchen table. "I still can't believe you actually let her go there while I went to Ohio," he uttered like it was a bad word.
"You wanted to see your mom. Rachel had some friend stuff…see, I don't know what she's up to half the time. All I know is that I didn't have to pay for the trip, so it works as an early birthday present for free."
"Yeah, I wonder if she came back any different. I'd imagine she would with her friends."
"She looked fine in the car ride home," Burt said wondering if he was missing something. He didn't understand either of his children most of the time. To him, it seemed as if they spoke another language.
"We'll see—," he began just as Rachel came out of the bathroom. It was clear to Blaine if it wasn't clear to her father that there was a change. "You got bangs."
"Yeah, I wanted to try something new. You like them?"
"Yeah, they look good," Blaine replied. Burt hadn't noticed before, but now he did.
"Thank you," Rachel smiled. "I'm going to go, first day back and all. I can't be late," she grabbed fruit and headed out the door.
"That was fast."
"You think she's changed?"
"No, of course, not…" Blaine trailed off for his father's sake. He would wait to see what would happen.
It was pretty clear walking into the school building that not everything was alright on the Western front. Thanks to Quinn's new style she managed to get out of morning orientation unscathed, but her frightening new look wouldn't last all day. By lunch, Santana, Brittany and Rachel were done taking it easy.
It started with single French fry flying through the air and landing in Quinn's short pink hair. When that didn't grab her attention, a spaghetti noodle went flying and landed on her back. Kurt had just run to get more napkins so he couldn't stop what was about to happen. Quinn spun around angrily throwing her brownie and hitting Santana square in the face, even though she'd never taken a softball lesson.
The three gasped together, and each took more food off their plates.
Only a few people had noticed the first fry, but now the entire room went quiet as they poised their food ready to throw…and then someone yelled 'FOOD FIGHT!'
Kurt, who was about to walk back, dropped down behind the condiments immediately to wade it out.
The French revolution had cake. The American had tea. But it looks like the overthrow of Quinn Fabray, well. Who said you need a silver spoon to dole out just desserts?
Ten minutes later, when there was no more food to throw, and the room was a mess, the teachers came in, slipping on the tomato sauce and, more importantly, taking names. It didn't matter who they chose to blame; no one would admit how it all started. No one would risk blaming the fight on the past, or present, queens. All of them were guilty, except Kurt, of course, who'd shielded himself.
Blaine came up behind him ready to hug him.
"Don't you dare!" Kurt called pushing off the other boy who'd been coated with parmesan cheese and mushroom ravioli. He was still disgusted by the thought of food on his clothes or, Gaga, in his hair. Blaine laughed at Kurt's response.
Classes were delayed 15 minutes while everyone took a turn in the bathrooms washing themselves off. It was hilarious as much as it was filthy.
On the way out of the bathroom, Rachel ran into Sam. They'd become fast friends after all the drama with Quinn.
"You got cleaned up pretty fast," she pointed out.
"I had carrots and peas in my hair, but thankfully those are easy to see when you're blonde," he joked.
"I wasn't so lucky," she laughed and gestured to her freshly rinsed hair that had gotten attacked by spaghetti sauce.
Behind her someone called her name and she turned to look, she would have jumped on her boyfriend, but he was still covered in unmentionables. He smiled when he saw her reaction and greeted Sam with a bro hug.
"You smell like food," she commented sweetly, trying to hold him delicately.
"Yeah, I fell in something, so I have to get another shirt out of my locker."
"You go change into it. I'll see you after school," she kissed his lips, which were clean, and he trotted away.
"It's cool to see you two together. Not many relationships last in your first year of high school, or any time in high school, in general," he sighed sadly.
The break hadn't been as restful as he hoped. He had spent much of the time visiting his dad alone or with his mom. It definitely wasn't his dream scenario.
"You'll find someone new real soon. I'm positive."
"Maybe, we'll see," he sighed scratching his forehead. It was a confusing look, but Rachel didn't bother to ask about it.
Quinn avoided Kurt as much as possible, so he didn't get to talk to her after the food fight. He finally understood when he tried to call her again that the reason she never answered was because she had completely gotten rid of her phone.
"How is it that after a food fight you still look perfect? And you're wearing the exact same outfit you were wearing before?" Blaine asked meeting him at his locker in gym clothes.
"I know how to hide and clearly, you don't… Hold on, the only clothes you had in your locker were your gym clothes?"
"Would you believe I let some freshman borrow my only extra shirt earlier today?"
Blaine glowed with childish excitement even after the kiddie battle was over.
"I can't believe I'm asking, but I can tell you want to tell me to... so, get on with it: Did you win, Blaine?"
His boyfriend beamed with pride that Kurt understood him.
"Yes, yes, I did!" he smiled.
Kurt rolled his eyes but returned his kiss.
"Kurt, I've been looking for you all day!" Rachel rushed up to them.
"You must have seen me earlier with Quinn."
"Alright I did, but it was kind of hard to see anything but her at that moment because…well you know—pink! Anyway, I was waiting to find you alone so I can ask you personally to my birthday party tomorrow night."
Now Blaine rolled his eyes. He told her he'd invite him himself, but Rachel didn't listen.
"Yeah sure, but only if Quinn can come too."
"You know that she's not really on the invite list right now…"
"If you want me there, she has to come too."
Rachel decided she would make it work. She nodded fiercely in agreement.
"Bye Blaine," she turned away. Both were a little shocked by her compromising skills.
To break their silence, Kurt had to ask, "When did she get bangs?"
When Kurt finally found Quinn, he told her about the party. She took out a cigarette and started smoking it quickly before agreeing to go. Rachel's party wouldn't be a welcome place, but she could turn it into something… possibly.
Together for dinner, the Puckerman and Hudson-Hummel families tried to become more comfortable with each other. It wasn't easy. The entirety of Spring Break had been a struggle of massive proportions. The time difference for Kurt to call his boyfriend in Ohio nearly drove him crazy. Finn would stay up very late to find time to talk to Rachel who always called after her afternoon walk on the beach. Kurt would walk in on him asleep while his girlfriend continued to talk; it couldn't have been all that interesting. While Finn seemed to be fine with Puck adopting himself into their family, Kurt still couldn't adapt to living with him. He was entirely grateful that Puck still slept at night in the other apartment, which gave him some necessary space.
When he saw a gift at the door addressed to him in sloppy handwriting, he automatically assumed his soon-to-be stepbrother got it for him. Kurt wore a warm black patterned H&M Shawl Collar Fair Isle cardigan, a black Gucci logo embossed leather tie and white button-down. [Hell-o]
"What's this? Unless it's Alexander McQueen, I won't be impressed," he told Puck, who was sitting at the dinner table with the others.
"That wasn't from me," he said confusedly, which only made Kurt confused as he opened the package. He squealed when he saw the inside.
"It's raw meat! Who would send me raw meat? If this is some kind of joke, I don't think it's funny, Puck!" he yelled too disgusted to finish eating. He ran to the bathroom to clean his mouth.
Finn checked the box once he left. It freaked him out too. It was a giant slab of meat, not even the part of an animal you could eat.
"You did this? That is messed up," he said pointedly at Puck.
"Hey, I didn't do it! Am I the only one you can blame? It could just be some weirdo."
"Well, it's disturbing. I don't know maybe I should call this in to the police," Carole wondered aloud.
Kurt couldn't bear throwing up so instead he just dry-heaved until the urge went away. Finn knocked on his bedroom door after he'd gone to lie down.
"Hey Kurt, are you okay?"
"Come in, Finn," he said keeping his face in his scented pillow.
"That was weird… I don't think it was Puck though. He's really not that bad, and I'm sure he wouldn't do something like that."
"How do you know?"
Finn was silent for a moment.
"Have you been hanging out or something?" Kurt asked confused.
"He likes football and basketball. He plays video games. I can't talk to you about either of those things so it's nice having a guy around who does."
"As long as he doesn't corrupt you, like he corrupted Quinn. I can bare it only if, when we talk, you don't bring him up."
"Yeah, I can talk to you about other stuff I guess like—um, well there's…" Finn trailed off, and Kurt hit him with the pillow.
"We talk about stuff all the time! Don't even act like we don't."
"Of course, we do, but it's usually stuff you want to talk about, like Blaine or Quinn or clothes. I'm not a particular fan of any of them."
"Well, the biggest thing we have in common is Rachel, and I don't always like talking about her, especially after Quinn."
"Yeah, Quinn's a touchy subject, but I'm with Rachel, and I want what she wants…no offense," he added in case Kurt felt any. He didn't.
"That's a very boyfriend like thing to do," Kurt said and gave him the biggest smile he could muster. Finn looked pleased, like he did something right. He was still getting the whole boyfriend thing down. He was really lucky they'd lasted as long as they had, about five months without incident. Kurt understood the loyalty he had with her, and it wouldn't affect them. They were brothers before anything else.
Quinn had gotten a call from Rachel midway through the day inviting her to dinner that night with the girls. It was unrelated to the birthday party, and she should have gone through Kurt first, but she was curious, so she went. She wore a black Urban Outfitters Silence and Noise Zipper Mini Skirt, Topshop Clear Large Seventies Round Sunglasses, black, buckled Dolce Vita for Target Buckle Ankle Boots, Urban Outfitters UNIF Hell is So Hot Right Now Tank Top and Urban Outfitter hat and pullover. [SKANK Quinn]
Quinn turned out to be the only one at the restaurant as they purposely stood her up. To top off the embarrassment of being the only one there at a party table for seven, the servers didn't recognize her and asked her to leave, thinking she was just some punk kid. This was why you didn't double back and doubt yourself when you go punk.
Quinn didn't have a full-fledged plan yet, but she knew the one person she still wanted revenge on was Rachel. Soon, she'd have her day to pay.
Spotted: Quinn Fabray alone at Butter. Humiliated, party of one. One may be the loneliest number, but sometimes only the lonely can play. Wake up, Little Rache. The bitch is back.
~Welcome back everyone! Sorry for the delay. First, can we all take a moment to think about the magic of Skank Quinn? Truly legendary! Also, in this part we see Rachel has bangs-very Season 2! We are coming up on a Rachel basement party! Get ready ya'll!
