Chapter 2! Remember: I do not own Glee or its characters, even with the changes.
Laughter roared through the back of the bleachers on the football field before Quinn wrapped her hands over her friends' mouths to muffle their laughs. "Shut it! It's not funny!"
Santana ripped off the blonde's hand, laughing between her words. "You and... the midget... Freshman year..."
Quinn felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "Oh come on, S. As if you didn't feel the same way about Britt."
"Oh no! This is completely different from me and Britt! I wasn't a total bitch to her for the past 2 years to hide a HUGE GAY CRUSH!" She started to laugh again before being tackled to the ground.
"Zip it, San!" Quinn shouted, only for the Latina to laugh harder.
"I find it cute," Brittany said as she looked at the two. "Like a little boy when he likes a girl. Well a little girl because you're a girl."
Quinn rolled her eyes before getting off her friend and plopping down on the grass, her arms folded. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this. If my parents find out-"
"Please! As if we would tell your parents after how they treated you when they found out about Beth!" Santana laughed before being pushed. "Come on, Q! You know we're better than that."
"Ugh. If anyone else finds out about this, I will not hesitate to kill you."
"Good luck because I will go Lima Heights if you try."
"Come on, guys. Don't fight about this," Brittany pouted as she separated the two. "Are you going to tell her, Quinn?"
"No, and I never will," the shorter blonde snapped. "Besides, she's chasing that pale titan of a boyfriend."
"Who's also your ex that's chasing you again," Santana said, only to find a glare with Quinn's eyebrows raised. "Oh, come on, Q. We're going to be graduating next year! Why can't you get the guts to confess before she runs off to New York?"
"And out myself? Please. You saw what happened when you got outed."
"Hey, I would have done it myself if that dolphin wasn't being such an idiot after getting his wittle feewings hurt," Santana said, her voice mocking the quarterback at the last part. "And everyone knows how Britt is so it would have ended up perfectly fine."
"Sure..." Quinn rolled her eyes back, unable to believe how her friend got away with it. "You're talking about the President of the Celibacy Club who is also the daughter of a highly religious family. Not that easy."
"But it does mean you'll be nicer to her, right?" Brittany asked, sipping on a juice box. "Now that you like her."
"Ugh..." Quinn leaned forward to look at her friend. "It's not that easy, B. I'm an HBIC. I live to torture people. And to have me be nice to the biggest loser in McKinley? Not gonna happen."
"Aw~ Is little Quinnie afraid to admit she likes her girlfriend?" Santana teased, only to be pushed again.
"Zip it, San. I have a reputation to uphold."
"Why? If you're truly an HBIC, you'd just let your face scare people if they want to make fun of you. I'm still a savage after being outed."
"Uh-huh. Sure. Easy for you to say, Satan."
"Hey. Just know we're here if you ever need help confessing. We all know that Hudson is as interesting as a freshly painted white wall. If you're lucky, she's probably using him as a beard like how I used Karofsky."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow, curious of the sudden comment about the Karofpez beard situation. "As if."
"Well I'm all for it," Brittany said, cupping her hands under her face in hope. "It'd be cute to see you together."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Can we just talk about this another time? I want to eat in peace now."
"Beards?" Rachel asked as she walked with Brittany to class.
"That's what Santana said," the tall blonde said as she clutched her binder.
Rachel quickly stepped in front of the Cheerio to stop her. "W-w-wait... You think one of us is using the other as a beard? I-I don't get it. We're both straight, Brittany. Why would you or-or Santana think about something like that?"
The blonde simply shrugged. "I dunno... Finn is cute but he doesn't seem to be that interesting. Always having that weird look on her face..."
The diva furrowed her eyebrows, seeing how it's the first time the kindest of the Unholy Trinity spoke about her ex-boyfriend in such a way. "S-so you think I'm using him as my beard?"
"I never said that."
"But you thought it."
"Maybe... Wait, what were we talking about?"
Rachel let out a frustrated sigh. "Me using Finn as a beard!" she said quietly.
Brittany tilted her head up and nodded in realization. "Oh yea... I dunno, Rachel. It just seems like it."
The small brunette looked at the Cheerio, unsure how to respond to the blonde's words or figure out her intentions. "S-so what would even happen if I did turn out to be gay? Are you or-or Santana going to out me?"
"We wouldn't do that. I don't think. Santana wouldn't do that." She paused when Rachel raised her eyebrows at her.
"Probably payback for when Finn outed her. Take it all out on me like she always does." She stopped once she saw the hurt look in Brittany's eyes. "B-Britt. I didn't mean it like that."
The blonde quickly shook her head. "I-it's fine, Rachel... It's just... I thought you two started to become friends with glee club and everything..." She sheepishly poked her index fingers together, making the brunette feel guilty.
"No... No, Brittany. I mean, we're not friends yet. We probably just tolerate each other, but we haven't really reached the idea of being actual friends yet. I mean, I really don't see a reason for us to be friends. She's been tormenting me for a while until recently when she admitted to liking glee club. It's more of just snide remarks, but I dunno... It's pretty confusing between the two of us. But just know that you and I can be friends, Brittany." She offered a kind smile to the Cheerio, hoping to cheer her up.
"You really think so?" Brittany asked, hope in her eyes.
"O-of course. But please stop asking about the whole beard thing. Finn and I are still working things out so it's really complicated."
Brittany puffed up her cheeks, letting out a little sigh. Rachel sighed in response, knowing the taller girl won't drop the topic. But she couldn't blame her. Every conversation she's had with Finn in and outside of their relationship wasn't really exciting and he mostly just nods or have that confused look on his face. If possible, he just talks about sports which confuses the diva, herself. But she convinced herself that it will take time for them to find an in-between to work with as they date.
"O-okay... so let's say I was using Finn as my beard. But what will that do? I can't just come out like you or Santana. I'm already a big loser as I already am. Coming out would just make things worse. I'll be covered in slushies every time I turn a corner-" She stopped when she saw said drink being raised towards her from the side. She braced herself but was quickly pushed back by Brittany, making the red syrup hit the lockers with a few drops hitting the two girls.
"What the hell?! Are you stupid?!" A hockey player yelled at the Cheerio who grimaced at the syrup stuck to the white sleeves of her uniform. "Hey! Are you listening?!"
Brittany looked at him, a hurt look in her eyes. "It's not nice hitting people with slushies. And it's mean to call me stupid." She jumped over the puddle on the floor and helped Rachel to her feet. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yea... Thanks, Brittany..." Rachel's eyes soon widened at the sight of the angry jock. "Uh... Brittany... We should probably run..."
"Huh?" Brittany turned to find the jock charge at her, only for him to be cut off by a slushy to the face. He cried out from the pain and fell to his knees.
"What the fuck?!"
The two turned to find Quinn and Santana, an empty cup in the former's hands as the two were clearly angry although for different reasons. "You did not just try to attack my girlfriend, Nelson," the Latina scowled angrily. "And you did not just call her stupid after throwing that slushy."
"The hell is wrong with you girls?! Backing up that hobbit of a loser!" he shouted.
"What makes you think we're defending her?" Quinn teased," You deserved that slushy after picking on Brittany."
"Rachel is my friend. I have to help her," Brittany stated, only to have her cheek affectionately tugged by her girlfriend.
"Aw~ Good girl for helping your friend~ Not the right one but good girl~" Santana cooed, making the tall blonde blush and smile in please.
Rachel looked at the three in shock, unsure how to make of the situation.
"Just forget it!" The hockey player ran off, hoping to find the nearest bathroom to wash away the syrup from his eyes.
The trio turned towards Rachel who quickly tensed at their gaze. She found her hand grabbed before the Big Quench cup was placed into her hold. "Sorry. No autographs for today," Quinn said, leaving the brunette speechless of the sudden gesture.
"U-um thanks..." Rachel looked over at Brittany who was picking at the stains on her uniform. She looked back at Quinn who looked at her with the usual scowl. "Um... Thanks for doing that to Rick. It was really surprising that-" She was stopped when the blonde held up her hand.
"I didn't do it to help you, hobbit. Didn't you hear me? He was about to hit Britt and called her stupid. You were just here to witness," she said, ignoring the teasing smirk from Santana who read through her lies. "Now keep that cup in your hand and pretend we weren't here." She walked off with Santana following as she held onto Brittany's wrist to lead her away.
"Bye, Rachel~ See you in glee club~" the tall blonde called before turning a corner with Santana.
Rachel looked at the cup in her hands in confusion before she heard footsteps. "Rachel!" Kurt and Mercedes ran over to her.
"Oh my God, did you just slushy Rick 'the Stick' Nelson?!" Kurt exclaimed in shock when he saw the cup in his friend's hands.
"Wh-what?" She looked at the cup in her hands again before quickly shaking her head. "N-no! Y-you know I don't have the heart to slushy anyone! I just-!" She was cut off by the bell yet again before finding her arm grabbed by Mercedes.
"Okay, let's go to class so you can tell us everything," the taller diva said before leading her through the halls.
"B-but I... I just..." Rachel was speechless, still unable to comprehend the scenes from the day. It was only an hour after lunch and so much has happened to her. "I just..."
"Girl, we only told you to try to talk to Quinn today. Never thought you'd try to work up the courage by throwing a slushy at one of the jocks."
"Probably trying to get into character since only a bitch can talk to another bitch," Kurt joked, making his friend laugh.
"I thought so! Now let's hurry so we can get the full story!"
"I'm telling you. I really didn't slushy Rick!" Rachel cried as the three walked into the choir room after school. "I don't have the heart to!"
"Well we saw that red syrup on his face and the cup in your hands. There's no way someone else could have done it," Kurt said much to the brunette's dismay.
Rachel let out a groan before seeing the Cheerios chatting in their usual spot. "Brittany! Brittany!" She ran over to the tall blonde who smiled at her presence.
"Oh hi, Rachel!" She pulled the diva into a hug, lifting her into the air. "Glad you didn't get slushied today." She set her down.
"Brittany, please tell Kurt and Mercedes that I didn't slushy Rick. It was Quinn and Santana, wasn't it?"
Brittany tilted her head before looking at her friends who simply acted innocent with shrugs. She looked back at Rachel, confusion in her eyes. "Rick got slushied today? When?"
Rachel looked at her, dumbfounded. "B-Brittany. You were right there. He was trying to throw a slushy at me and you pushed me out of the way. He attacked you but then Quinn slushied him before he can touch you. How can you forget that?" She looked at the two Cheerios. "How did you two forget that?"
"We saw you with the cup but we definitely didn't throw the slushy," Santana said with her hands raised. "The diva's hallucinating."
Rachel looked at the two in disbelief. "Wha- But you just-" She looked at Quinn who had her eyebrows raised in amusement. She soon remembered what the head Cheerio said before they left.
Now keep that cup in your hand and pretend we weren't here.
She quickly marched up to the head Cheerio, determination in her eyes. "We need to talk. Now."
Quinn smirked in please as she rested an arm on the backrest of her chair. "What about, midget?"
"You know what, Quinn. Come on." She took hold of Quinn's hand before dragging her out of the room.
"Oh no~ The hobbit is about to go She Hulk on me~" she said, feigning fear in her voice. "Save me, guys~" She held out her free hand as if asking for help before being dragged through the doors.
Rachel felt the heat rise up on her cheeks when she heard the club members laughing at the joke. She turned the corner before placing Quinn on the bench nearby. She folded her arms with a huff, only for Quinn's smirk to grow wider. "I really see nothing funny with this, Quinn," the brunette snapped. "We all saw you throw it at Rick. I don't know why you're pretending it never happened and making Brittany lie about it. What's going on? You slushied Azimio Adams who was most likely aiming at me and now throwing one straight at Rick 'the Stick' Nelson."
Quinn leaned back with a short laugh. "Just wanted to have a little fun. Those guys can't touch me so I want to see what would happen if I were to rile them up a bit. Besides. Brittany got high off some gummy bears and forgot what happened until she recovered. I'm actually curious as to how and see if I can try."
Rachel looked at her, a little peeved the cheerleader changed the subject. "But isn't it a little weird? With me as witness?"
Quinn crossed her legs as her hands rested on her knees. "Just a coincidence you were there."
Rachel let her arms fall to her sides as she looked at the blonde. "Quinn, I'm serious. You've been acting really off ever since the new school year started. Aside from the usual insulting nicknames, you haven't really done anything. Not even a slushy to my face. Not that I want one but it's getting me a little worried."
Quinn stood up, towering over the diva. "Probably the leftover hormones from the pregnancy. Nothing to worry about, sweetie."
Rachel felt her cheeks burning when she noticed how close the head Cheerio was to her face. And sweetie? Since when did the HBIC of McKinley use that kind of nickname with anyone outside the Unholy Trinity? "Qu-Quinn... You're a little too close for my comfort…" she stammered.
This only received a smile from the cheerleader who straightened herself. "Better?" She brushed past the brunette before walking back to the choir room. "Can't keep Mr. Shue waiting, Man Hands. Hurry it up." She entered the choir room and ignored the stares from the others, especially the knowing smirk from Santana.
"W-wait! Quinn!" she heard Rachel call before the diva ran into the room and was stopped by the teacher.
"Slow down, Rachel. Can't let you get yourself hurt with Regionals coming up," Will said. "Come on. Take a seat while we discuss the setlist."
"S-sorry, Mr. Shue..." Rachel went to go take her seat next to Finn.
"You okay?" he asked, clueless to what happened throughout the school day.
"Huh? Y-yea… I'm fine. Sorry about that." She glanced back at the Cheerios to find Quinn giving Santana a gentle shove after being nudged and teased by the Latina. She wasn't sure what was going on in their heads but she couldn't help but to worry.