"Trading Places" Chapter Two
As soon as Rachel, parked her car she jumped out quickly grabbing Quinn's chair in the trunk to set it up by the passenger side door. "I'm picking you up now." Rachel, said ignoring Quinn's protests and setting her on her chair.
"Okay you two sit." Santana demanded. "See that there, Berry? I don't ask, I tell. Now you two better listen up being us-" Santana gestured to herself and Brittany. "Isn't easy."
"Neither is being us Santana, that's the whole point of this assignment." Quinn spoke raising her infamous eyebrow.
"Quinn, you're totally easy. Watch-" Brittany pinched her nose and raised her eyebrow. "I'm Quinn Fabray, future Prom Queen, HBIC, soon to be Yale student. Apart of the unholy trinity, and stuck in the closet."
Quinn glared she was so angry, but instead of snapping she started to have a blank expression. "I'm Brittany S. Pierce, not Britney Spears. I'm better than her. My cat Lord Tubbington is addicted to drugs, I still believe in Santa, and I'm in love with Satan."
"Quinn, that was mean Lord Tubbington is trying to stop. It's a disease, Quinn."
Quinn, rolled her eyes saying "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Oooh, I'll go with you." Brittany, beamed standing up.
As both girls watched the blondes walk away Santana spoke out. "Berry, number one rule you must never forget." Rachel turned to face the other brunette. "Brittany, isn't dumb. She's smart, she just doesn't think like we do. Remember though she is always right."
Rachel, nodded seeing how much Santana loved Brittany. In that moment Rachel wondered about Finn, and what he could possibly be doing right now. They both didn't even say goodbye to one another after they were dismissed.
Meanwhile across town Blaine and Kurt were getting headaches listening to Puck and Finn complain.
"Dude, seriously, I can't wear this it messes with my badassness." Puck, whispered through the dressing door to Blaine.
Blaine, sighed turning towards his boyfriend. "How is going on your side?"
Kurt looked over pointing towards the door telling him silently to listen for himself.
"Kurt, can't you get me something a little less tight."
"It's the only outfit they had in your size, Finn. You are too tall." Kurt, sighed rubbing his temple. "Both of you step out now." Kurt said sitting by Blaine.
Both boys stepped out of the closet looking down. Finn, in white Doc Martens wearing in his words a Sherlock Holmes cape. Along with skinny jeans. Kurt, held his laugh in along with his boyfriend. At the look of Puck, in a black wig, with red dockers, dark blue Sparies, a white collar shirt under a red, white, and blue sweater vest. Complete with a blue bow tie.
"I look like Sherlock Holmes." Finn mumbled.
"I want to punch myself in the face." Puck whispered.
"I think you guys look great. Now it's time for Kurt, and I have to meet Joe and Sam at some Earth store." Blaine said standing up.
"Finn, you have to go and meet Artie, and Puck you have to meet Rory. Who both are waiting for you two as well." Kurt smiled. "Oh and don't forget to pay. And for the love of Gaga do not take off your tags." With that Kurt and Blaine took each others hands, but Blaine spoke before leaving. "Don't forget you're us now so you'll have to act as a couple. Remember you're in love."
After a while Puck and Finn looked at each other. "Dude, we look ridiculous." Puck grumbled.
"If Mr Shue says we need to walk in someone else's shoes then we need too. Come on we have to pay then meet Artie, and Sam." Finn sighed.
"So Mr Evans where too first?" Kurt smiled.
"Well Joe, and I both shop Urban Outfitters so I figured we could all go there together." Sam smiled.
"Yes!" Kurt squealed running into the store.
"Now Kurt, remember I have to dress you since it has to be something I'd wear." Sam grinned dragging Kurt over to the racks. Picking out Kurt's sizes in a jean jacket, a few t-shirts along with a couple of flannel, and straight jeans.
"I just realized Mr shue told me and Mike to be you!" Kurt gasped.
Sam laughed. "Caught that huh? Yeah, we know, but we figured he would just be Rory."
Kurt, knew he was getting off easy with Sam he was the only guy who dressed nice and normal.
Blaine watched as Joe handed him a pair of acid washed skinny jeans, a tribal cardigan, and a gray shirt. Blaine, cringed as Joe handed him a pair as what could be described as Jesus sandals. "I like my feet to be super comfortable so these are like perfect." Joe smiled.
Blaine, nodded smiling. "Great."
"Yeah, come on lets go pay then find a wig and a fake nose ring."
Artie sat in his chair as Finn's mom (who he called down) dropped a couple of puffy vests on his lap, as well as polos, and fleece jackets. "Thank you Mrs Hummel." Artie said awkwardly.
"You're welcome sweetie!" Mrs Hummel smiled before leaving.
"Thanks again mom." Finn beamed.
"Alright look Irish dude. I'm a badass. So I dress like one...Well not right now, but I do!"
"My names Rory."
"I still have no idea what you are saying." Puck sighed before walking off towards the Levi's store. Rory, ran after him.
"Here." Puck grumbled handing the Irish boy a couple of jeans, as well as a jean jacket, and a few t-shirts. "At least you're wearing one thing right." Puck sighed looking down at Rory's converse.
Before Brittany and Quinn left the bathroom Brittany stopped Quinn. "Look Q, the one thing you need to know about Santana, is that she's still not comfortable being out yet, so I make all the moves. Well most of them." Brittany giggled. "Words I always say are short and cute. Because santana loves it. LIke sweet lady kisses, or little known facts. Like how a the Bill of rights is a ducks right to talk about whatever he wants. Now you." Brittany smiled.
"I love baby doll dresses, the cheerios, and singing." Quinn spoke out softly remembering the old her. The one who loved dresses.
"Don't forget Rachel." Brittany grinned swaying side to side like a little girl.
"What do you mean?" Quinn raised her brow.
"Quinn, you've liked Rachel since like forever. It's okay though you weren't ready before like Santana, but now you are. The good thing is Santana and I spend every night together, so now you and Rachel have too." Brittany beamed opening the door.
"So Berry, remember the only straight you are now is straight up bitch now." Santana stated before taking a bite from her bread stick. "After this I seriously need to take you to the mall."
"Oh my gosh, I love shopping!" Brittany squealed.
"Wait...Us trading places doesn't that mean we have to..."
Santana's eyebrows shot up. "You two have to wear the cheerios uniforms! That's okay I'll let you borrow some of my clothes for after school, and Brittany and Quinn can do the same. Right Q?"
Quinn gulped down her sadness and nodded. The only one who noticed was Rachel, so she moved the conversation.
"Santana, shouldn't you go shopping with Mercedes?" Rachel asked softly.
"Please I already know how Aretha dresses. Besides I think she's with Tina."
"Oh..."
"Hey..." Rachel said taking Quinn's hand. "What happened in there? And don't tell me it's nothing cause I know it is something."
"It's just...I haven't shown my legs off, and I really don't want too." Quinn sniffled.
"But you're wearing a dress now?" Rachel chuckled.
"It's a long one." Quinn mumbled softly.
Rachel, felt like an idiot of course that's the reason! She remembered Quinn had been wearing nothing, but pants when she left the hospital. "I'm sure they still look great Quinn." Rachel smiled squeezing her hand. "Can I see them?" Quinn raised her dress showing a few scars. "Quinn, what are you talking about your legs still look great. Quinn blushed as she slightly smiled.
"Look if you still don't feel comfortable then maybe you can tell coach Sylvester to give you the pants instead?" Quinn nodded looking out the window. Rachel, pulled out driving towards the store. She jumped out leaving Quinn then jumped back in. "Here, I got you some coco butter. Even though you probably already have some. And I grabbed some make up that's for tattoos, but I figured it would work for your scars too."
"Thank you, Rachel." Quinn smiled softly.
"You ready to go home?" Rachel smiled.
"Actually, Brittany told me she Santana always stay at each others houses. so I figured you could spend the night, or maybe I could spend the night at your house." Quinn smiled smoothing out her dress.
"Sure, I'll drop you off at your place. Cause I have to give Tina some of my clothes then head to Santana's then I'll go back to your place. Unless you would like to come with me." Rachel said smiling.
"I have to go to physical therapy." Quinn said softly.
"Alright then I'll take you home." Rachel said letting go of Quinn's hand to change gears.
As soon as Rachel got to the Fabray household Rachel lifted Quinn up ignoring the blondes arguing and the ramp on the side.
"Oh, that would have made more sense, huh?" Rachel laughed looking at Quinn. The blonde smiled against Rachel's neck. "In my defense it's way over there."
"Well in my defense I did try to tell you." Quinn laughed feeling Rachel's grip tightened around her thighs as the brunette made her way back down the steps to Quinn's chair. "I can take it from here. Thanks again, Rach." Quinn smiled.
"No problem. I'll see you in a couple of hours." Rachel, grinned before leaving.
A/N: I stopped it here cause I have school in the morning :) I also am very sorry I accidently made Mike and Kurt both trying to be Sam. Do you guys like hearing from the rest of the glee club or just Quinn and Rachel with a serving of brittana? …..Sooo what do you guys think is gonna happen at Quinn's?