Chapter 10 'The Unholy Gameplan' Faberry

INT. INTERCONTINENTAL NY – GIRL'S ROOM – DAY

Santana pounds on the glass sliding door of the bathroom, with Brittany beside her shifting from one foot to the other.

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

Quinn slides open the door, "Don't you have a compact mirror to use or something?" she says eyeing the two suspiciously. Brittany brushes past by her in a hurry to get in, turns back around to gently shove Quinn out of the bathroom then slides the door close.

"I do. But I can't re-pencil my eyebrows on perfectly if Britt keeps tugging on my arm saying that she needs to pee and that she can't use the bathroom 'cause someone's hogging it for the past 30 minutes." Santana explains with a smile then she crosses her arms. Quinn turns towards the bed to pick up her purse and coat.

"What were you doin' in there anyway?" the latina added as she followed Quinn.

"I was just looking at myself in the mirror." she said shrugging then puts on her coat.

"Narcissistic much?" Santana teased.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "No, I was actually thinking about your suggestion last night. I think I need it."

"The threesome? I thought you were 'not that into that'." asked Santana with the quote-unquote gesture.

"God no! I meant the haircut." Quinn said blushing.

Santana burst out laughing, "Oh god I was just kidding." she says continuing to laugh.

The bathroom door slid open, then Brittany rejoined them and sees Quinn' face.

"Why is Quinn's face red like a cherry berry?" she asked Santana.

"I think you meant red as Berry's cherry." Santana says then snorts when she sees Quinn's mortified expression.

"Rachel's -mmhp" Brittany tried to ask something but Santana covered her mouth.

"Okay enough of that. I think Quinn here's gonna pass out if we don't stop." she said trying to hide a smirk.

"Let's just go." Quinn said shaking her head. Santana removes her hand from Brittany's mouth.

"Where are we going? Everybody's already in the other room working." said Brittany.

"We're skipping it. Quinn wants the haircut." Santana said as she moved to open the door.

"Really Quinn? Yay!" Brittany excitedly hugged Quinn then ushered her out the door.

Quinn only managed a nod and a smile as the 'Unholy Trinity' left the room.

FADE OUT.

INT. 69TH STREET DINER – NEW YORK – SAME DAY

The trio were seated in a booth; Santana was reading the menu while Brittany was eating a cotton candy beside her, Quinn occupied the other seat across from them, she was running her hand into her newly sheared hair.

"Quinn stop it. You think it'll magically grow back if you touch it a hundred times?" Santana said without looking up from the menu.

Quinn sighed and dropped her hand on her lap, "It's just- it's all new to me. I've never had short hair before."

"It looks great on you Quinn." Brittany said. "You want some?" she added, offering Quinn the cotton candy.

"No but thanks Britt." she said smiling.

"So what's next on your list ?"Santana asked putting down the menu and looks at Quinn.

"What list?" Asks Quinn as she takes a sip of water.

"The list of what you want to do. Since you said you wanted some 'change'."

"Umm, I- uh want to-"

"Oh wait, we should find Quinn a girlfriend." Brittany said giddily, then pops a ball of cotton candy into her mouth.

"No- I'm not ready to date. Anyone." Quinn murmured, looking down.

"You mean anyone but Berry. Then let's make a plan to get her." Santana stated casually.

Quinn looked up and stared at Santana. "You're not serious, right? 'Cause I told you she doesn't-"

"I know, I know." Santana interrupted, "What I meant was a plan to see if Berry really does not feel the same way about you. So you can stop the whining and the moping-"

Quinn shakes her head, "I don't know if that's a good idea. She wouldn't have reacted like that if she did feel the same way. Or at least felt something."

"Oh please, didn't you notice the way she looks at you sometimes?" Santana said waving a hand.

"Yeah, Rachel stares at you a lot." Brittany added.

"She does?" Quinn asked looking hopeful.

"Of course you didn't notice because you were too busy doodling her face on your notebook. Why did I even ask." Santana said rolling her eyes.

Quinn slowly zoned out and all she was hearing was Santana's muffled voice. "Rachel stares at me. Maybe Santana's right, I just caught her off guard when I told her that I'm in love with her. Hope is not lost after all." she muses as a smile appears on her face.

"-so what do you think?" she hears Santana telling Brittany or maybe it was to her.

"What's happening to Quinn?" Brittany asked the latina, whispering.

"Hey Quinn! Wipe that foolish grin off of your face." Santana leans forward and flicks her ear.

"Ow!" Quinn reached up to rub her ear. Brittany started giggling.

"Oh hell no! This is gonna be bad. The Great Quinn Fabray turning into a sappy, mushy, lovesick-y puppy who will drool all over the choir room during one of Berry's infamous ramblings and solos." Santana exclaimed.

"I am not!" Quinn said crossing her arms and pouting.

"Yeah, that's really mature of you Fabray. Anyway, so are you in?"Santana asked raising an eyebrow.

"In what?"

"The plan. You know, to confirm if Berry likes you too, geez Quinn did you not listen to a word that I've said?" Santana said rolling her eyes.

Quinn hesitates for a moment then sighs, "Fine. I'm in."

"Yay Quinn!" Brittany clapped.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun." Santana said smirking.

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?