It is a fresh new start, Quinn thought as she bounced down the steps. New high school, beginning cheer, and an entirely new body. She made her way into the kitchen to find that her mother had made her favorite breakfast— pancakes and bacon. She was starting cheer camp today to prepare herself for freshmen cheerios. Her bags were packed and her hair was officially blonde.
"Lu- Quinn, what have you done to your hair?" her mother asked, startled by her daughter's new appearance. She forgot to tell her mother she was dying her hair. Quinn smiled a sweet, white smile and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Daddy said I could dye it for high school. I mean, my hair gets practically this blonde in the summer anyway. I'm just speeding up the process," Quinn replied, innocently as possible. She was daddy's little girl. She knew her father loved her transformation, but it was happening so quickly for her mother. Before her mother could even reply, Quinn's father walked in with the newspaper.
"Russell, did you buy Quinn hair dye without consulting me first?" Judy questioned, folding her arms at her husband. Quinn avoided eye contact with both her parents and ate quietly.
"Frannie bought it for Quinn, but I like it. Now, did you see Mr. Franklin's new Volvo? Some families just love to flash their money around like it's nothing," her father answered, opening his newspaper. Quinn rolled her eyes because her family flashed their money, often. How else would they be able to afford her transformation, Frannie's upcoming college tuition, or cheer camp? Russell Fabray just loved to pick people apart, while at the same time making his family out to be perfect. Quinn loved and hated it.
"Mother, we're leaving soon, right? I want to be able to pick my bunk first," Quinn announced, taking her finished plate to the sink.
"Yes, sweetie. Give me ten minutes and we will be on our way," She replied. Quinn took her bag to the car and waited. She was way too excited to relax.
Once checked in to the camp, Quinn stood in her room looking at the two bunk beds. Four girls to a room. This would be interesting. She decided on the top bunk closer to the window. It was about five minutes into her unpacking when a bubbly blonde came bouncing in.
"Hi," the blonde greeted in a quiet, almost enchanted voice. Quinn barely turned around when the blonde quickly climbed onto the other top bunk. She seemed almost childlike, but attractive. It sounded shallow, but she made a plan to become popular and attractive friends were a must.
"Hi, I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray," Quinn responded, flashing a smile.
"I'm excited for camp. On the third week, I hear we are going camping! I just love camping! I'm Brittany" the new blonde gushed, falling back onto the bed. Brittany definitely had a sweet dumb blonde thing going on. Quinn couldn't tell if she was acting or actually a dim bulb. Yet before making up her mind, a Latina girl walked in with a scowl and arms folded.
"My name's Santana. Don't piss me off or you'll meet Snix," She announced, taking the bunk under Brittany.
"I love snickers," Brittany exclaimed as her eyes gleamed. Santana looked at Quinn with disbelief. Was this girl for real? Quinn just shrugged and continued unpacking. It wasn't long until their fourth roommate arrived. Her name was Ariana and looked terrified to be at the camp.
After an hour or so, a voice came through the speakers set up in every room. The voice was intimidating and named Sue Sylvester. All the girls followed her directions and gathered into the mess hall to meet the aggressive voice and receive the schedules for the stay. Brittany seemed to take a liking into Santana and kept asking her questions. To Quinn's surprise, Santana would put up with all of Brittany's questions, despite her obvious desire to be left alone.
"Wipe your smiles off your faces! You all think you can survive this camp? Most girls are forced into hospitalization by the fourth week! Now listen up, my captain is going to go over the design of this camp and don't expect anything, but hard work," Sue shouted through her megaphone. Brittany had gone dead silent and backed up behind Santana. Quinn expected the coach to be like this. Frannie was a cheerio and would come home exhausted and defeated everyday.
The cheerio captain took the place of Sue and began giving a run down of what everyone is expected to do each day. The weeks were full of dance, gymnastic, and nutrition classes. Every Friday, the aspiring cheerios were to come together for a long cheerleading day. Saturday and Sunday were days that, by law, Sue had to go easy on them. It was a lot of free time, but weigh ins and yoga were still required. When the camping trip came up, Quinn looked to Brittany. She seemed to perk up a bit.
Once the meeting in the mess hall ended, everyone got in line for their group assignments. It changed each week, so Quinn didn't worry too much when she got stuck with a bunch of girls that obviously weren't going to make it. It just meant she would stand out more. Santana and Brittany ended up in the same group for the first week. Quinn just hoped to make an impression with everyone. The impression that she was good and wasn't going anywhere.
By the time Friday rolled around, Quinn was exhausted. She had barely seen any of her roommates all week, except in passing. She generally ate with her group and ignored their sobs. She was ready for a new group, so she could start making the right kind of friends. Quinn was almost passed out when she heard Brittany and Santana walk in giggling. She had to admit that she envied how quickly they became friends. Santana acted nothing like she did on the first day when with Brittany.
"You're hot, Santana," Brittany said, before climbing up to her bed.
"You too, Britt-Britt," Santana replied, flopping onto her bed. Quinn expected Brittany to be blunt, but Santana?
The next few weeks were a blur. She had Brittany in her group the next week and Santana in her group the week after. The fourth roommate had quit, so it was just the three of them. Santana and Brittany seemed to enjoy Quinn's company. Brittany just liked having another friend, while Santana appreciated another girl with a plan to be on the top of the social pyramid. By the time the camping trip came around, the three girls were tight and knew that if they stayed together then they would be good. Yet each of them had their faults— Quinn wasn't much for opening up about the past, Santana had a "Snix" issue, and Brittany was very flirty… with everyone. Due to Brittany being in a different group that week, she didn't get to camp with Santana and Quinn. Santana wasn't as nice without Brittany. Quinn noticed more eye rolls.
A few days after camping, Quinn woke up in her bed to Santana and Brittany talking. It sounded serious and Quinn knew she shouldn't be listening, but she couldn't help it.
"You mean he just crawled into your tent?" Santana asked, slightly concerned and slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, and then poof. We had sex," Brittany replied, smiling innocently. Quinn opened her eyes a bit without being noticed and saw Santana and Brittany sitting on Santana's bed. They were facing each other and speaking in hushed tones.
"And that was your first time? Britt, isn't it suppose to be special?" Santana asked, sounding more defeated. Quinn agreed with her, though that someone special should be someone you're married to. That's how she was taught, at least.
"It's not that big of a deal. I thought it was fun," Brittany countered, yawning.
"Whatever,"
It was a bit tense between the Latina and the bubbly blonde for a while, but by the end of camp, things were back to normal. Quinn hugged Brittany goodbye and nodded towards Santana. They weren't much for hugging like Brittany. They planned to have a sleepover the weekend before school, which was in a week. Quinn and her mother were almost off of the camp grounds when Quinn couldn't find her wallet. They turned the car around and Quinn dashed back into the dormitories, but stopped at the sound of voices in the room.
"Brittany, what are you doing?" Santana asked, scared. Quinn peered around the half opened door and saw Santana's back to her and Brittany cupping Santana's face. She shushed Santana by suddenly kissing her. Quinn knew she shouldn't be watching this, but couldn't look away. It was so gentle and tender. Brittany opened her eyes a bit into the kiss and locked eyes with Quinn. Before Quinn could even panic, Brittany winked and then closed her eyes again, kissing Santana deeper. The Latina started to get into it and Quinn decided she had enough and stood up behind the door. She looked at her phone and saw a text from her mom that she found her wallet. Quinn hurried off to the car, unable to get her two friends' kiss out of her head.