AN: Filth isn't allowed? Does it count if he's not all that into it?

Anyway, this is based on baconbreadstix's review.

Chapter 2 - rated M, posted 19.06.12

"So, Fabbers, what's got your goat? You've been moping about like someone strangled your parakeet for a whole week now." Santana delicately inquired.

Quinn spared her a brief glance before returning to glaring at his juice box.

"Sanny, I don't like Quinn being so sad. Maybe we should buy him a new parakeet."

"Sure, Britt, that's a great idea. How 'bout it, Q?" Santana goaded.

Again, Quinn said nothing.

"Oh! Quinn! I know what'll cheer you up! When San's sad I always give her sweet lady kisses but you aren't a lady so maybe we could just give you sexy time instead!"

"Britt…"

"It's perfect, San! Quinn likes sexy time, we like sexy time, we've done it before and it was super fun! Pleeeease, San?" Brittany pouted.

Santana sighed.
"Fine. Quinn, my house, Tuesday, nine thirty. I swear if you aren't happy after this, I'll make sure you never smile again. Got that?"

And with that, Santana stood from the table and dragged a giggling Brittany out of the cafeteria.
Quinn just continued to stare down his lunch.

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Quinn didn't bother going to glee club.
He had things to glare at.
He'd been sort of just drifting ever since Ryan kicked him out of his house.
Sure, he didn't care about Berry but the rejection still pissed him off.
No-one rejects Quinn Fabray!

"Sure, Ryan, what time?" a dopey voice drifted around the corner to where Quinn stood.

"Shall we say seven thirty? That will give me adequate time to prepare."
That was definitely Ryan.

"Cool. I'll pick you up."

"That would be wonderful, Finn."

Quinn didn't like the sound of that.
Berry had rejected him for Finn?
Who the Hell did he think he was!
And what did Finn fucking Hudson have that Quinn didn't?

Not that he wanted Ryan or anything.

Why waste time on the geek when he had cheerleaders to screw?

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Quinn sat uncomfortably on the edge of Santana's bed.
Santana had her tongue down Brittany's throat.
It was, of course, Tuesday evening.

Santana had slipped her hand into her blonde counterpart's underwear and moaning could be heard over the heavy breathing.

Brittany reached over to Quinn and, with the hand that wasn't on Santana's breast, undid his belt. Her hand slid under the fabric of his trousers to stroke him through his boxers.

Just as he felt himself getting hard, the hand was abruptly snatched away as Brittany pushed Santana onto her back and stripped the Latina and herself of their clothing.
Quinn undressed and finished stroking himself to attention.
A condom lay on the bedside table and he made use of it.

Brittany was tongue deep in a writhing Latina, her posterior waving in the air as she worked.
Quinn positioned himself behind the girl and slowly pushed in.
The resulting moan sent vibrations through Santana who, in turn, let out an impressively loud moan of her own.

Quinn settled his hands on Brittany's waist and settled into a speedy rhythm, pumping his hips to meet her backside.
When he felt her tightening around him, he reached around and placed his fingers against her, causing her to shudder through her orgasm.

He pulled out and discarded the condom.
He knew that Brittany could only take so much stimulation.
Santana, on the other hand, was working on her second orgasm of the night.

Perhaps most guys would have been finished by now.
After all, he was with two of the hottest girls in existence, but truth be told, he couldn't actually remember the last time he had come.

That's a lie.
He remembered vividly the come-soaked knitted jumper against the dark background of the blackboard.
But before that; nothing.

He had always had trouble with achieving orgasm.
No matter how hard he tried, how many girls he fucked, he just couldn't get it.

Of course, he always pretended that he had.
To be polite.

Frankly, he found the fact that he had come from rubbing against Ryan Berry disturbing.
Which is why he was confused as to why he hadn't stopped thinking about it since it happened.
Perhaps it would help in this situation.

He walked around to the edge of the bed so he was level with Santana's head.
Sensing him there, she blindly reached out to grasp him in her hand.
He looked down at the tanned hand encompassing him and felt a jolt of something vaguely familiar. Something that conjured images of stained jumpers and big, brown eyes.

As he focused on the contrast of their skin, his eyes slipped shut.

The hand moving along his length was slightly bigger now. Gentler.
The arm it was attached to was more muscular.
The torso was firm and flat.
The legs; surprisingly long.
The…whole body was pleasingly hard.
The hair was dark.
The nose; pronounced.
The lips; pouty and full.
The eyes; deep and dark and strangely understanding.
The moans were deeper and more arousing.

"Ryan…" Quinn whispered.
Neither cheerleader heard. Santana because of the blood rushing in her ears and Brittany because of the thighs covering hers.

And then Quinn's body became taller and softer and his thoughts became less coherent.
At first, he thought that he'd finally achieved climax and was experiencing some sort of profound, spiritual release but then he left his body and saw himself.

He was tall. More so than usual. Like, really tall.
He was pasty. Less like a porcelain statue and more like an anaemic.
He was clumsy. His usual grace and poise, gone.
He was brunette. Not as dark as the boy beneath him but definitely darker than his normal, golden hue.

He was also Finn.

"Fuck! How could he!" Quinn bellowed, alarming both girls.

"Quinn, what are you -"

"Why! What does that moron have? I'm Quinn Fabray! Quinn fucking Fabray! Nobody turns away Quinn fucking Fabray when he comes over! Especially not for some overgrown, underdeveloped, moronic, pathetic, pasty, saggy, disgusting, depressing, incompetent, useless, sad, deplorable, inadequate, worthless, pitiful, miserable, -"

"San," Brittany whispered as the naked boy paced the room angrily "I think Q's broken. I'm pretty sure a lot of those words mean the same thing."
Santana just nodded and stared.

"- gross, mangy, contemptible, insignificant, miserly, detestable, despicable, deplorable, vile, wretched, -"

"Yep, definitely broken." the blonde girl nodded resolutely.

"- inferior BASTARD!" Quinn roared.

"Q!" Santana barked "Who are you talking about?"

"Berry! Who else?" the boy replied distractedly.

"You think Ryan's despicable, Quinn? 'Cause I know you aren't, like, besties or anything but I didn't know you thought of him as abhorrent or, like, repugnant or anything." Brittany asked.

"NO! Not Ryan. Never Ryan. Finn! That fucking abominable, obnoxious, repulsive, -"

"Quinn! Enough with the synonyms, you're giving me pop-quiz-brain. Explain. In simple words. And at an acceptable volume, if you don't mind." the Latina interjected.

"Ryan…Finn…just…just…" Quinn sighed, having come down somewhat from his rage-induced hysteria.

Santana narrowed her eyes.

Brittany beamed.
"Don't worry, Q. Finn's, like, totally a shark. He'd never encroach on your territory or anything. He's just too dumb to realise that it looks like he is."

"What?" Quinn asked, panicking slightly.

Santana's eyes narrowed further.

Quinn bolted to his clothes and dressed in record time.
He was out of the door in seconds.

"San, your eyes are all squinty. Like when I -"
Santana cut off Brittany with a firm kiss to the lips.

"San…"

"You wanna go to Breadstix with me?" Santana asked.

"Um, yeah, sure. Who're we going with?"

"Just us, Britt."

"…Just us? San…what are…"

"Come on." Santana smiled and handed the blonde her clothes as a slow smile engulfed her face.

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Quinn found himself, once again, pacing in front of the school.
Stupid Finn.
Stupid Berry.
Stupid Santana and Brittany.
…Stupid Quinn.

With a gruff sigh, he sat heavily on the stone steps at the school's entrance.
His head fell into his hands.

"Hey." came a soft, familiar voice from beside him.
Great. The last person he wanted to deal with.
Quinn didn't respond.

"Quinn, you don't have to speak. Brittany texted me."
At this, Quinn's eyebrow rose.
The voice seemed to sense this and explained.
"We're kind of secret friends. Ever since second grade and that unfortunate incident with the unicorn and the candlestick and…Well anyway, she told me you might need someone to talk to so here I am."

Quinn remained silent. The voice continued.

"She and Santana are at Breadstix. Just them. Brittany is really excited." Quinn smiled at this "I'm really happy for them but I hope Santana isn't just messing around. They deserve each other."

Quinn nodded into his hands.

"It must be really difficult; feeling like you have this huge secret that you have to keep and having to hurt the people you love to keep it. I just hope Santana can finally admit it to Brittany. And to herself."

Again, Quinn nodded. This time, he raised his head a little. His eyes were slightly red but Ryan graciously ignored it.
Both boys kept their heads facing forwards as they sat side-by-side.

"I think they could be really happy together. If they let themselves. Or rather, if Santana lets them because we all know that Brittany would go to the ends of the Earth, in shoes made of jagged glass, with her head in a vice and a circus elephant that spews degrading insults at her with every step she takes, just to keep Santana happy. Or, actually, she'd probably do that for anyone. She's awesome that way."

Quinn chuckled lightly and Ryan smiled.
"She is pretty awesome." Quinn agreed quietly.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Ryan's phone vibrated. He opened the text he'd received and laughed, showing Quinn who laughed as well.

'OMG! Bst d8 EVR! S evn sd it was a d8! We held hands n evrything! How'd it go w/ Q? U find him? Cnt tlk now, gtta giv S sum swEt ldy kisses 4 bein such a swEt ldy 2nite ;) txt me 2moz!'

Trust Brittany to lighten the mood so substantially without even being present.
Quinn took a deep breath and expelled all of the anger he'd been feeling at the world.

"You wanna sing about it?" Ryan asked lightly.
Quinn just laughed and shook his head.

"I have a better idea." Quinn said as he stood "Come on, Berry."

Ryan followed the blonde as he strode around to the back of the school where the sports facilities were located. A key was produced from the boy's jeans and a door was unlocked.
Ryan looked hesitant but Quinn waved him off, explaining that, as football captain, he was allowed to use the equipment whenever he saw fit. He disappeared into the building and re-emerged minutes later with a baseball and two gloves.
Ryan raised an eyebrow and Quinn shrugged, saying that he'd always preferred baseball to football.

And so, under the rapidly-darkening sky, in the shadow of a deserted school, each with thoughts and feelings that couldn't be stated out loud in fear of destroying everything, they played catch.

An: Sorry for the wait. And for this stupid friendship ending.

Please make suggestions because I am incapable of original thought.