AN: For my Gleeks..

Chapter 2 'The name's Fabray, Quinn Fabray' Gleeks

Recovering from their dream-like stupor, Santana and Brittany follows Quinn. They flanked her, and with that the Unholy Trinity is back parting the hallways of McKinley.

They walk past a gaping brunette.

INT. WMHS – GIRL'S BATHROOM - DAY

Quinn entered the girl's bathroom followed by a smug looking Santana and a very cheerful Brittany. The pink haired alpha dropped her bag after pulling out her lip gloss and reapplied some on her lips; Santana walked to the other sink and checked her make up in the mirror, Brittany mimic the brunette.

"I gotta admit Quinn, the fashion show that you just pulled was beyond 'wow'. I mean I think everyone strained their necks trying to get a good look at you." Santana said still looking at herself in the mirror.

Quinn smirked, "I'm glad that I still have it." she said ruffling her hair more.

"What's with the outfit anyway?" Santana asked raising an eyebrow.

"I just needed a disguise for my task. But then I kinda liked it so I figured I'd wear it my first day back here." explained Quinn, shrugging.

"Oh you took the spying shit seriously huh?"

"Of course. My name is Quinn Fabray, I take everything seriously. Plus, Coach Sylvester told me that I don't have what it takes to be the captain of the Cheerios anymore. And that no one will fear me because of my short hair."

"That's just stupid." Santana said with a laugh.

"That's what I said. But you know how she is. And she also told me that if I really want to get back on the squad and the captaincy, I have to prove it. Well, this is just the beginning." Quinn said looking down at her outfit.

"It's a good thing that I don't want to be head cheerleader anymore. At least me and Britts are done with our task." Santana said smiling, moving to stand beside Brittany.

"I don't want to cut grass ever again." Brittany said frowning.

"Yeah, try cutting grass using only a fucking pair of scissors. I feel like I'm gonna puke every time I smell grass." Santana added.

Quinn laughed, "She said she's not done with you. You have one task left." she explained to the latina, pointing a finger.

"What?" Santana yelled and her voiced echoed against the walls of the bathroom.

"Technically, cutting the grass was Brittany's task. Helping her doesn't count, so you have a different one." Quinn stated. "Brittany is done. You on the other hand is not. So just be prepared, you know how crazy her ideas are." she added.

"Damn it, I can't believe this. That woman is just evil." Santana said groaning then smiled when Brittany gave her a hug.

"Don't worry, I'll help you." the blonde said hugging more tightly.

Quinn stared at her two bestfriends, smiling weakly, secretly longing for what they have. Wondering when will she have that moment with the person that truly loves her.

"So did you or did you not accomplished your task?" Santana asked smirking.

"I did and like I said, I'm Quinn Fabray. You thought I'd come back empty handed?" she replied smugly.

"Okay Agent Fabray. Don't be so smug about it. Let's just hope Coach Sylvester will be pleased."

"Trust me, she will be."

FADE OUT.