AN: To the people who reviewed, thank you. To those who liked it, thank you also. To Sohverit, 'pendejo' might be a little more offensive but I think it's the perfect word for him. ;)

Chapter 12 'Einstein Gave Me A Whiplash' Faberry

EXT. WMHS – FOOTBALL FIELD – BLEACHERS – DAY

Quinn gazed at the empty football field as she leaned against the railings. This new Quinn Fabray wasn't wearing her usual outfit of cardigans and babydoll dresses. Instead she donned a white v-neck form fitting t-shirt, a pair of grey skinny jeans tucked in a black knee high boots. Her short blonde hair waving along the gush of air. Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice that she's no longer alone in the bleachers.

"Hey."

Quinn turns her head and sees Santana and Brittany.

"You missed glee meeting, Quinn. Did you forget or something?" Brittanay said as she stood beside the other blonde.

"No Britt, I skipped it." Quinn answered with a minute smile.

"Barbra was looking for you." Santana said casually, leaning back on the railings on the other side of Quinn.

"The girl with braces from history class?" asked Quinn with a confused look. "She never talks to anyone, why would she be looking for-"

Santana rolls her eyes, "Oh my god Quinn. Your brain got stuck in New York? I meant Berry."

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh'." Santana said while Brittany giggled. "By the way, the change of wardrobe, nice." she added.

"Totally. I thought you only had dresses and elastic waist pants. Maybe you can give the pants to Lord Tubbington, he gained 4 pounds and can't fit the ones that I bought him." Brittany stated.

Quinn and Santana shared a look then smiled.

"So is this part of your plan to seduce Berry? 'Cause I'm telling you, she will notice. Hell, everyone will." Santana asked giving Quinn's attire a once over.

"I did not say that I plan to seduce her." Quinn said firmly.

"Fine whatever. Okay now, what's our plan for summer?" Santana said as she turned around to lean her arms on the rails.

"Our plan?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes our plan. Because that's what friends do, plan for the summer." Santana said with a shrug.

Quinn smiled brightly and was about to give her a hug, "No no no- No touchy feely shit." Santana said as she ward off the arms that were about to wrap around her. Quinn rolls her eyes as she turns to give the hug to Brittany instead, who gladly accepted it.

"Well, if you really want to know. I, we, will be working." Quinn explained, sliding an arm around Brittany's waist as they both faced Santana.

"Working? Are you serious?" the latina asked.

"As in a job. And yes, I'm very serious." Quinn answered, nodding. Brittany had a wide grin.

"Can we work with ducks?" she asked excitedly.

"You know for experience. It can be good for our college applications." Quinn said to Santana then looks at Brittany, "As for the ducks, we'll-uh try to find one, if there's any."

"I can make a duck sit." Brittany said as she clapped.

"Quinn, just no. I'm not spending my summer busting my ass for cheap labor. I wants to spend it lounging under the sun." Santana said crossing her arms.

"It your choice. But I think it'll be fun." Quinn said.

"Count me in Quinn." Brittany bubbly stated. Quinn smiled widely at Santana then gave her a look that says 'You're so whipped, you have no choice.'

Santana huffs, "Fine." she murmured.

"What was that Santana?" Quinn asked still smiling.

"I said 'fine' I'm in." Santana said through gritted teeth, they hear Brittany saying 'Yay!'

Quinn coughed that sounded like 'Whipped' then hides a smirk.

"Don't push me Fabray. 'Cause you don't wants me to be pushing back." warned Santana trying not to smile.

Quinn raised both her hands in surrender then Brittany pulled them into a group hug.

"I can't wait for the day that Berry whips your ass." Santana said to Quinn, grinning.

INT. A MALL IN OHIO – FOOD COURT – SAME DAY

The trio were seated at a table enjoying their cups of ice cream. Brittany was half way through hers; Quinn suckles on her spoon while Santana scoops the last of her ice cream.

"God I'll be missing this." Santana said with a sigh.

"Wha' d'you mean?" Quinn asked, the spoon still on her mouth.

"I'll be starting on my workout and diet regimen again." Santana replied.

Quinn pulled the spoon out of her mouth and placed it back on the cup. "You mean the Dash & Toss slimming program, where you dash after kids in your neighborhood then toss at them the food that you're supposed to be eating." she said.

"Ha ha. Funny Fabray. Lately I've been eating like a pig since we lost Nationals. I wants my body back." she stated.

"Why- where did your body go?" Brittany asked.

"Are you serious? I don't see an ounce of fat in your body." Quinn said, an eyebrow raised.

Santana smirked, "You've been checking me out Quinn?" she said with a flirty wink.

"What? N-no. I just- you- you're not even my type." Quinn said defensively.

"Right, you like someone who is exotic, sexy, brunette and can sing." Santana enumerated.

"Yes, exactly." Quinn agreed, thinking of Rachel.

"Oh wait I just described myself." Santana said, rolling her eyes.

"You are absolutely right." Quinn said dreamily, still thinking about the tiny brunette.

Brittany frowned while Santana laughed, "So you admit, you gots the hots for me?"

Quinn only heard the word 'hots', "Ye- what?" she sees Brittany's face as the question registered in her brain, "No! No Britt I don't- not Santana! God no." she says blushing profusely.

Santana laughed out loud, "You- you should see how red your face is." she said trying to breathe.

Quinn glared at the cackling latina, who was now joined by Brittany.

"Oh Quinnie, you've lost your HBIC touch. The whole 'I'ma-bout-to-kill-you' look in your face." she shakes her head, "Not working. No effect whatsoever."

"I hate you." Quinn said to Santana, pouting like a five year old.

"Awww. I hate you too."

EXT. MALL PARKING LOT – SAME DAY

Brittany was fiddling with the radio while Quinn sat in the backseat staring out the window. Santana had her eyes on the road when she suddenly pulled over on the side and stepped hard on the brakes. Her two passengers jerked sideways then forward, lucky for them to be wearing their seatbelts.

Quinn's head hit the door, "Jesus Christ! Are you trying to kill us?" she yelled holding her forehead wincing in pain; Brittany was holding onto her seatbelt tightly.

"Not Jesus Christ. I'm fucking Einstein. Genius!" Santana said then unbuckles her seatbelt and faces Brittany.

"Okay, so here's the plan." she starts then looks at Quinn, still massaging her forehead. "Both of you will join me in my workout and diet regimen. Then at the start of senior year, we quit glee then we'll join Cheerios. Then we wait ifBerry will try and convince us to come back."

"What if she doesn't?" Brittany asked.

"She will, trust me."

Quinn glared at Santana, "That's your 'genius' plan? You almost split my head open and we could have died!"

"Don't be such a drama queen Quinn. It's just a tiny bump on your freaking forehead." Santana said laughing, reaching over to touch Quinn's head.

Quinn swatted her hands away, unbuckled her seatbelt then leaned forward through the center console and grabbed onto the rearview mirror. Her jaw dropped when she saw the not so tiny bump on her forehead. And it was bruising already.

"Okay so it's not tiny but at least it's not bleeding." Santana said sheepishly. "Alright we'll get you an ice pack." she added as she started to drive.

Quinn plops back onto the seat, "I'll put you in the bottom of the pyramid." she muttered.

A devilish grin appears on Santana's face, "If, and that's a big if, you become head cheerleader again."

"You think I won't be made captain?" Quinn challenged.

"Yeah." Santana said casually.

"Oh you're so gonna regret your plan." Quinn said firmly, her eyes narrowing.

"No. I won't."

The Head Bitch In Charge is back.

FADE OUT.

END.

AN: Okay.. I think that's it for this episode of the Faberry version. Next stop will be the new episode (new season) start of senior year. I'll just insert the 'summer' part somewhere, not sure yet.