I'm BAAAAACK! Oh my effing god I finally finished this effing chapter….

A.N.: Ok, so this is not my best chapter. For some reason, it kicked my ass (Quinn is REALLY hard to write…)…so forgive any suckyness. Anyway, besides how hard this chapter was to write, life has been crazy – I'm taking about 20 units in college, and going to three different schools (and I took summer classes…) So, with all of that…well, you have my begging for forgiveness for those of you who are into the story.

A.N 2: IMPORTANT: there are a few things I forgot to mention in my previous chapters. 1) I have only seen Glee up to the middle of Season…1. Yes, that's right. I have been told from friends who watch glee religiously what happens, and I've read enough fiction to know the basics. I like Glee fanfiction better than the show, so sue me. 2) I don't have a beta (and I don't want one, no offense) but if anyone catches egregious errors, please let me know. Much appreciated. 3) There WILL be lots of OOC-ness, some cases of Mary Sue and most likely some pepperjack cheese. I admit it. Deal. 4) (final one) this is the LAST chapter -for a while- where this story will be posted under Faberry. Next up: Pezberry land. So if you filter your searches, look under M, Rachel and Santana. After that, it'll either be Britt and Rachel or Brittana. I'm filtering this story through every pairing of the four (yes, I'm whoring my story out… :D).

Ok, I'm done. Onto the story! (Btw…thanks to everyone who's reviewed…you guys are fucking AWESOME)

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Chapter 2: Hell's Angels

2010

Santana Lopez, Quinn Fabray and Brittany Peirce were the Queens of McKinnley High. They had risen to the top their sophomore year, and kept themselves there through thick and thin.

When Quinn, Santana and Brittany had entered high school, they had known they were meant for each other. They'd known it since they were little, but had agreed to wait at least until they were in college to reveal they were all together. Britt – Santana and Quinn agreed – needed to be protected more, and so Santana was the one who had been the best friend, then the unspoken girlfriend.

Santana had been very carefully to cultivate her reputation. Nobody messed with her, and by association, no one dared mess with her girls, especially Britt. She didn't mind being seen as the slut of the school, she didn't mind that being called that meant boys were spreading some very not true rumors. All that mattered was that her girls knew it wasn't true, and that they were left alone.

Along with being the 'school slut', she was also the badass. Roughing up a couple football players, letting some very un-true rumors run unchecked about her…bedroom accessibility…, and perfecting her death glares and voila; you have a very awesome badass persona. Quinn ruled the school with words and secrets, but Santana preferred a more direct approach, with attitude and striking fear into the hearts of all who crossed her.

In all honesty, she didn't care what people said or thought about her; they could call her slut and bitch, talk behind her back about all the untrue things they wanted, they could shoot dirty looks at her back and whatever else they wanted. As long as her family and girlfriends loved her, and knew that she would die rather than ever hurt them, nothing else mattered.

Quinn Fabray was a complicated person. So much so that even she couldn't figure herself out sometimes. She'd had to grow up fast; her father had ruled the house with an iron fist and being a child didn't fit into his schedule. When she met San and Britt, her whole world turned upside down, but in a good way. She knew she was always meant to be with them – even if she had been very young when they had met – but also had known that being a lesbian would not be accepted in her household, let alone being in relationship with two other girls. She'd had to grow up fast – they all had to, really – and at fourteen she certainly knew that coming out to her family would mean being kicked out at best.
So began the 'gay beards'.

Finn was the obvious choice. She was head Cheerleader, he was quarterback and captain of the football team; it was a match made in high school heaven. It didn't hurt that he was dumber than a rock and just as thick.

Her whole life was about appearances (perfection, actually); the perfect daughter, the perfect Catholic girl, the perfect blonde cheerleader with the perfect boyfriend, the perfect student, the perfect manipulator, the perfect bitch. She had so many masks, but they were all just that – masks. The only people who knew who she really was were her loves, and as long as they knew the truth nothing else mattered to her.

Brittany Peirce was a sweet, but highly misunderstood girl. Many people thought she was brainless ; nice, adorable, but utterly stupid. The truth was, she knew the world was a bad, scary place. Her fathers had protected her from most of it, but she watched the news channels (not as much as she watched animal planet, but that wasn't important) and ever since she was a little girl in her own little world she had wanted to stay in that world for as long as she could.

Her fathers had always told her to follow her heart; book smarts weren't important even if education was, the important thing was her dreams. Brittany knew when high school was over, her little world would have to be pushed back to the box it came from in her mind.

Out of the three Head Cheerios, she was always seen as the innocent, the one who needed to be protected. The truth was – Quinn and Santana knew – she was the strongest and bravest of all of them. Britt had been the one to bring the trio together, the one to realize their bond was more than just friendship (even at a young age of 9). It was she who got the more stubborn girls to realize their feelings for each other, and to admit them. She wasn't afraid of the insults and loss of social status if they came out, but she knew that it would devastate her lovers.

She didn't mind staying silent for now. She knew once they were away from Lima, there would be nothing in their way. Especially William McKinnley High School.

Now, it was their senior year, and nothing could stop them. Well….almost nothing. And it wasn't as if this one thing could stop them, she just…

You see, all three of them were in love with the same girl, Rachel Berry.

Naturally, it was Brittany who had recognized the shift in their dynamic. They had always like the tiny, quiet girl when she had moved to town in middle school. They thought she was cute, but didn't talk to her much. She would help when one of the trio fell and got hurt, or if they looked sad she always had a kind word and a smile. But Rachel was a loner, and no one sought to change that.

Soon though, her shy smiles and soft, dark eyes caught their attention more and more. They started getting butterflies in their stomachs when she giggled or smiled. They blushed when her eyes met theirs. They found her growing bossiness, rather than aggravating, adorable…as was her penchant for animal sweaters.

But the more it happened, the more they (meaning Quinn and Santana) tried to ignore it. They were scared…wasn't loving two girls enough already? And what if the other two didn't feel the same? What would that do to their strong but somehow tentative balance? Even Brittany could see they were all developing feelings for Rachel, but she was unsure how her girlfriends would react if she brought it up. No, better to push those…feelings as far away as possible, and keep quiet.

Then high school started, and the Cheerios gave them the perfect excuse, the perfect shield. Slushies.

Rachel had never been the most fashion forward female, and her near neurotic personality made people judge her without knowing her, or wanting to. They judged her without knowing her shy smiles and kindness, and they all, Britt especially, (secretly) hated it.

But as soon as they were accepted into the Cheerios – the only three freshmen to be accepted – Quinn and Santana new that being part of the cheer group was the only way to protect their trio, and vowed to keep their new found security and status. And if that meant pretending to hate Rachel Berry, then so be it. At least (each girl thought separately) that meant their frightening secret crush would stay a secret from their loves.

Or so they thought.

Brittany, though, had finally had enough of the angsty secrets and forlorn looks. She knew that they were all feeling something for the petite girl, and she was tired of walking on eggshells around the subject. Quinn and Santana were so smart, but sometimes they were completely oblivious. One day, at the end of sophomore year when they were all over at Britt's, she brought up the taboo subject. She told them she knew about their feelings for Rachel – the girls had paled and looked first at her, then guiltily at the each other – and that she felt the same. It took some (a lot of) coaxing, but they finally all came clean with their burgeoning love for the tiny brunette.

But after two years of cruel names (Quinn's idea, with some of Santana's input) and slushy facials (also Quinn's masterpiece), Quinn and Santana were adamant that nothing could change. They were still so afraid of what would happen if they approached Rachel with their feelings; afraid of what the brunette would think of them, afraid of how she would react….afraid that she would tell everyone about them in much deserved revenge.

Brittany was not happy, at all, evidenced by her putting them in the dog house for the next month. She was especially unhappy about the fact that they would continue with their horrible treatment of the other girl they loved. But eventually she understood that both of her girls were trying to protect them in their own ways, even if she disagreed, and she knew that they had their own reasons for the fear they felt.

Junior year came and went, with the attacks on Rachel slowly losing their ferocity. They joined Glee club at the request of Sue, but truthfully they were overjoyed at the chance to be nearer to the petite girl. Hearing her sing was a form of bliss, and they loved watching her in action. She always had a kind, or constructive, word to say to all of them, and encouraged them to be their best.

When the whole set list debacle happened, they were shocked that she was the one to come to their defense, and fell in love with her just a little bit more. From then on, the attacks became less and less, for which Brittany was ecstatic and grateful, and slowly their animosity became simple feigned indifference. Names were still thrown, but it was more out of habit than cruelty, and slushies had been adopted by the jocks but abandoned by the Cheerios.

Now, it was finally the beginning of Senior year, and things were looking up. They all had plans to move to New York once high school was over; buy a house together and pursue their dreams. Nothing was going to stop them. Nothing.

Not even their love for a tiny brunette singer.

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A.N. Ok, well there you have it! Thanks for reading, y'all, and to those of you who are still following my story, a HUGE thank you.

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