AN: For the Gleeks..

Chapter 8 'Renaissance of the Unholy' Gleeks

INT. INTERCONTINENTAL NY – GIRL'S ROOM – DAY

Santana knocks on the glass sliding door of the bathroom, with Brittany beside her.

"Quinn! Quit hogging the bathroom I needs to re-pencil my eyebrows on."

Quinn slides open the door, "It's all yours." then exits the bathroom.

"Where are you going? Everybody's already in the other room working." Santana asked as they followed Quinn.

"I'm gonna go out." she answered casually, picking up her coat and purse. "I want to explore more of New York. D'you guys wanna come with?" she added as she faced them, smiling.

"You can't do that, if Mr. Shue finds out he'll suspend you." Brittany said, concern etched on her face.

"We still need to write our songs." Santana said.

"There's enough people in there who can write it. Let them. Come on you guys." Quinn says with a pleading look. "Plus, I need your opinion. I'm getting a tattoo." she adds excitedly.

"What? Tattoo? Why do you even- didn't you hear what Britt said? Shue will suspend your ass-"

"Fine, I'll just go on my own, like I originally planned." interrupted Quinn.

"Don't you wanna win 'Nationals' Quinn?" Brittany asked frowning.

Quinn sighs, "Honestly? No, I don't care about it anymore."

"You know what, I get it. You're trying to stage a rebellion to bring the glee club down 'cause you're pissed about Finn dumping your sweet ass. Get over it!" Santana says loudly.

"Contrary to what you think Santana, I am over it. And I'm not trying to ruin the club." Quinn states calmly as she puts on her coat.

Santana furrows her brows, "So then why are you still doing this? You're gonna get suspended."

"So? You'll still have enough members to be able to compete." Quinn said shrugging.

"Quinn, you'll be missing out on this opportunity." Brittany said softly.

"Opportunity to what? Win a shiny, 8 ft. tall trophy? I just want to enjoy myself while we're here in New York." replied Quinn, who was starting to get irritated.

"This is a chance that we have to actually feel good about ourselves." Santana said trying to be calm about it but her eyes were fuming.

"Like I said before, without me, you can still compete at 'Nationals'." Quinn said with the same intensity as Santana's.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Santana asked, her anger starting to dissipate.

"Why do you even care?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow.

"Because contrary to what you think Quinn, we do care about you."

Quinn was rendered speechless; Brittany slowly nodding in agreement while Santana had a weak smile on her face.

"We used to be the popular girls, we were in a winning squad. We had our dreams all planned out for us. Offers of scholarships for when after we graduate. Tons of friends, guys lining up wanting to date us. Now we don't have any of it. I don't have any of it." Quinn sighs as tears start to fall from her eyes.

Santana looks at her sympathetically; Brittany stares at the floor.

Quinn plops down on the edge of the bed, the two follows and settles on each side of Quinn.

"I just want my life back. I want to fix everything. I want to get back everything that I've lost." Quinn said sniffling.

"Well, there's one thing that you already have back. Us." Santana said pulling Quinn in a side hug. Brittany mimicked the gesture, but decided to wrap both her arms around the other blonde. A fresh wave of tears fell from Quinn's eyes.

"I think I know how to make you feel better."

"I'm flattered Santana but I'm really not that into that."

"No. No I'm not talking about that. I'm talking 'bout a haircut." Santana said with a shrug.

"Yes. Totally. Or we can go shopping." Brittany says happily.

"Let's just do both." Santana said.

Quinn flashes a minute smile as Santana rests her chin on her shoulder.

Cut to scene.

Jump to – 'Lima Heights & Razorblades'

AN: So I was thinking of writing their 'summer' before the start of their senior year. What d'you guys think?