"I can't believe we're actually here..." Quinn trailed off in awe.

After what seemed like hours of traveling, the gang finally made it to their first destination. They hungrily took in their surroundings; this city was much livelier than where they came from. Bright lights flashed on billboards and people ran out and about.

"What should we do first?" Puck asked excitedly.

"First and foremost, we should check in to a Pokémon Center and rest up for the night."

"But—"

"And then after an adequate breakfast, we'll go to the gym."

"But—"

"Come along, now." Quinn and Puck sighed as they followed Rachel into the Pokémon Center.

The gang walked up to the reception desk where a woman and the Pokémon Chansey were situated.

"Excuse me, ma'am..."

The woman turned around and gazed at the teens with her expressive eyes. "Oh! Hello! I'm Nurse Pillsbury! Welcome to the Pokémon Center. We restore your tired Pokémon to full health! Would you like to rest your Pokémon?"

"Actually, Nurse Pillsbury, my friends and I would like a room for the night."

"Yes, yes, of course!" She searched for some papers and a pen. "Just check in right here and Chansey will show you to your room!"

"Chansey!"

Quinn took out her pokédex and pointed it towards the pink Pokémon.

"Chansey: The Egg Pokémon. Chansey is an elusive Pokemon that is said to bring happiness to those who manage to capture it. It is gentle and kind-hearted and will share its nutritious eggs if it sees an injured Pokémon."

"Oh, you're all Pokémon trainers?" Emma inquired.

"Yep!" Rachel answered after she signed the papers and set the pen down on the desk. Emma eyed the pen warily before snatching a tissue to pick it up.

Quinn quirked an eyebrow up.

"I bet you're here to battle the gym leader. Here's a little advice: they specialize in poison type Pokémon."

"Poison type, huh?" Puck wondered. "Hey, has anyone noticed how most poison Pokémon are purple?"

The three girls looked at him.

"…just me then?" Puck rubbed his head.

"That's quite the alliteration. Purple poison Pokémon. Purple poison Pokémon. Purple poison Pokémon…" Rachel repeated.

Quinn smiled sheepishly at the nurse behind the counter.

"A-Anyway, good luck with your battle! Be sure to use potions or antidotes if it gets too rough!" Emma said before picking up a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirting some on her hands. "Chansey will show you to your rooms now! Goodnight!"

"Are you sure this is the gym?" Quinn inquired.

Rachel looked up from the pamphlet Nurse Pillsbury gave them the next morning. "Yes, I'm positive."

"Am I gonna get mugged?" Puck asked.

Rachel huffed. "It's not that bad…" She trailed off as she stared at the shady looking building. "Oh who am I kidding? Everyone, make sure your wallets and pokéballs are secured!" They opened the door to the gym and were bombarded with a cloud of smoke. Quinn coughed and attempted to air it away with her hands when a voice spoke up.

"Ah, fresh meat." The three friends squinted their eyes as a figure appeared out of the smoke. "Welcome to my gym—"

"Mr. Arnstein, I choose you!" The small green Pokémon shot out of his ball.

"Chika-ka-ka!" Chikorita closed his eyes and coughed.

"Use your leaf to blow this smoke away!" Rachel called out with the collar of her shirt stretched upwards to cover her nose and mouth.

The green Pokémon nodded and whipped the leaf on his head back and forth to create a gust. The smoke dissipated and the friends breathed in a sigh of relief—and much needed oxygen.

"Good job! Return!" Once the Pokémon was back in his ball, Rachel turned to the figure with a glare. "Excuse me, second-hand smoke can—"

"Dude. Not cool." The figure cut Rachel off and stared in disbelief. "You just made my gym's badass level go down by, like, ten."

"Dude?" Rachel shrieked. "First of all, I am not a dude! Second of all, while I appreciated the dramatics in which you went through, I do not appreciate the metaphor in which you were striving to showcase—"

"Metaphor?"

"I think it's like a Metapod or something!" A voice called from behind the gym leader.

Puck and Quinn sighed.

"Smoke can be a form of poison and you're a gym leader that specializes in poison type. Thus, the metaphor," Rachel deadpanned.

"Oh, I just used it 'cause I thought it'd make a badass entrance."

"I think I'm in love." Puck whispered to Quinn.

Rachel's left eye twitched. "And last but not least, it is rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking—"

"You know what?" The figure turned to Puck and Quinn. "I'll just give you my badge if you let me beat her up."

Rachel let out a scandalized gasp.

Quinn rolled her eyes. She put her hand on Rachel's shoulder when she saw she was about to open her mouth to reply. She met Rachel's gaze and shook her head. The shorter girl huffed and crossed her arms.

Quinn stepped forward, "The only beating that will happen is when my Pokémon kick your team's ass."

"Oh, she's feisty. Too bad she stinks of soap," the girl that spoke up before replied.

"Shut up, Ronnie." The gym leader turned back to the three friends. "They call me the Mack because I like to make out with truckers at the rest stop," the girl smirked and shrugged, "it's kind of a double meaning thing."

"So hot…" Puck drooled before Rachel bopped him upside the head.

Rachel eyed the gym leader in distaste.

"The name's Quinn." She nodded to her two friends, "Puck and Rachel. Now enough with the pleasantries; let's battle!"

Mack licked her lips. "Oh, so willing. Me likey." She nodded towards the battlefield behind her in the gym. The group followed her to it.

Rachel growled as she sat on the sidelines with Puck. "Kick her ass, Quinn!" Puck gawked at his Jewbro with wide eyes. "What?" She glared.

"Nothing! Nothing!" he responded when Rachel turned to him with a wild look on her face. He turned his attention to the battle that was about to start.

Another girl walked up to the field with a flag in her hand. "The challenger, Quinn, will face the gym leader, Mack, in a battle for the SkankBadge!"

"Talk about an appropriately named badge." Rachel scoffed to herself at the sidelines. Puck shook his head in amusement.

"Whoever has the last Pokémon standing will be dubbed the winner. Ready—"

"Hurry up, Sheila!"

"Shut up, Ronnie! As I was saying, ready… Battle!" The girl hurried off the field and slapped her friend in the shoulder.

Mack smirked as she reached for two items; a bandana from her back pocket and a pokéball from her belt loop. Quinn looked on in confusion as Mack, Ronnie, and Sheila all tied bandanas over the bottom halves of their faces. The gym leader laughed at her challenger's puzzled expression before throwing out her pokéball. A giant purple glob appeared.

"Muk!"

"What the hell is that?" Quinn coughed as a horrendous smell invaded her senses. She clasped a hand over her nose and mouth while she fumbled with her pokédex.

"Muk: The Sludge Pokémon. Muk is thickly covered with a filthy, vile sludge. It is so toxic, even its footprints contain poison. From Muk's body seeps a foul fluid that gives off a nose-bendingly horrible stench that may even cause fainting."

"Shit." She muttered. She glanced to the sidelines to see Puck lifting his shirt up to cover his nose and mouth while Rachel pulled out two handkerchiefs from her backpack. Rachel covered her nose and mouth with one and then ran to the field to give the other to Quinn.

"Hey, no outside help!"

Rachel glared at Mack. "Be happy I don't report this health hazard you call a gym! My dads are gay and unless you want the force of the American Civil Liberties Union coming down on you…"

Quinn tied the handkerchief around the bottom half of her face. She breathed in the clean scent with a smile before she remembered where she was. She interrupted Rachel's ramble and guided her back to the sidelines. "Thank you," she mumbled with a duck of her head.

"Come on! I ain't getting any younger!"

Quinn rolled her eyes and trudged back to the field. She eyed Muk warily before throwing out her own pokéball.

"Cyndaquil! Quil-quil!" The little fire mouse Pokémon shook his head in disgust at the smell wafting in the air.

"Muk, use Toxic!" the gym leader commanded. The purple glob shot out various forms of toxins at Cyndaquil.

"Cyndaquil, dodge it!"

"Quil!" Cyndaquil ran to the left as the poison narrowly missed him.

"Cyndaquil, use Ember!" The fire Pokémon stopped running and turned to face his opponent. The flames on his back blazed as he blew out fire from his mouth.

"Muuuk!" The poison type Pokémon cried out as its sludgy arm caught fire. It hit its arm against the ground until the flame went out.

"Muk, use Gunk Shot!"

"Use Defense Curl, Cyndaquil!" Cyndaquil rolled himself into a ball and dodged Muk's attack. "Great! Now use Swift!"

"Cynda!" Cyndaquil stood up on his hind legs while his hands started to glow. Stars appeared in his grasp and he threw them at Muk; the poison Pokémon fell over at the impact.

"No, Muk! Use Acid Armor!"

"Flamethrower!"

Before Muk could defend itself, Cyndaquil shot out a mighty flame that engulfed the opponent.

Both sides waited with bated breath for the flame to die down.

Sheila waved a flag in the air. "Muk is unable to battle!"

"Yes!" Rachel jumped up in excitement. "Suck it, bitch!"

Puck's mouth dropped open… whether in shock or a sense of pride, he didn't know.

Mack grimaced. "The battle's not over yet! Go, Crobat!"

"Awe, is this your boyfriend, Davey?"

Dave Karofsky scowled. "What do you want, Sebastian?"

"Oh, don't be mean." Sebastian Smythe held his hands up in surrender. "I was just wondering who this dashing young man is that you're talking to. I mean, he must be important if you're neglecting your duties to make time for a little chat."

The young man in question blushed. "My name's Chandler."

Sebastian smirked. "I bet it is. I'm—"

"A douchebag."

Sebastian frowned. "Ah, Bitchpez. How nice of you to join us!"

"Cut the crap, Smythe, and get back to work!" Santana Lopez sneered as she walked up to the group.

"Oh, come on, Sanny…" The tall boy smirked.

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Listen here, twink, "she grabbed him by the collar and lowered her voice, "I gots some top notch surveillance equipment taped to my underboob here, so unless you want the boss lady to find out you're slacking, I suggest you get back to your post. Got it?"

Sebastian pulled himself out of her grasped and adjusted his uniform. "Why don't you tell that to your second-in-command over there who's too busy eye-fucking the grunts." He scowled at them before walking away.

Santana glared at his retreating form before turning back to the two men. "Chad."

"It's Ch-Ch-Chandler." The blonde haired boy replied nervously.

"Don't ca-ca-care." She mocked. "Listen here, grunt—"

"Grunt?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Yes, grunt. It's what we here call the useless recruits. The lowest of the low. The bottom of the food chain." She pointed a finger in his face. "You." He stared at the finger fearfully. "And I am your superior. And as your superior, I say…" She waited until his gaze met hers. "Get the fuck back behind the counter and back to work!"

He flinched before scuttling back to where he originally was.

Santana turned back to the last young man. "Are you trying to make my life difficult?"

Dave smirked. "Well, you heard what Sebastian said; I am your second-in-command. It comes with the job I guess. Speaking of which," he nodded to her chest, "do you really have a tape recorder strapped to your…underboob?"

Santana barked out a laugh. "Hell no. I just said it to get weasel-face outta your hair because it looked like he was bothering you. Although," she rolled her eyes, "there shouldn't have been anything to bother in the first place if you didn't try to seduce the grunts."

Dave's eyes widened. "I wasn't—No, I wasn't trying to…"

Santana waved him off, "Yeah, yeah, Whatever. I don't blame you though. This place has been dead all day." She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. "I am fucking bored."

Dave looked around the building with a sigh and shrugged. "Hey, who knows, maybe something interesting will happen today."

"Doubt it."

"Cyndaquil, use Swift!"

"You too, Crobat!"

The two Pokémon attacked at once and collided head on. A puff of smoke surrounded the battlefield.

Sheila ran to the middle of the field and held up both flags. "Cyndaquil and Crobat have fainted! They are both unable to battle!"

"Oh, no!" Rachel watched with wide eyes as Quinn returned the little fire mouse to his pokéball.

"You did good, Cyndaquil. I'm so proud of you." Quinn spoke to her pokéball before putting it away. She reached for her last one. She took a deep breath before throwing it to the field.

"Umbreon!"

"Crobat, return!" Mack glared at Quinn. "It's not over yet. Pokéball, go!"

"Weezing!"

"Holy crap. It's a Weezing!" Puck took out his pokédex.

"Weezing: The Poison Gas Pokémon. Weezing lives and grows by absorbing dust, germs, and poison gases that are contained in toxic waste and garbage. Its fumes are extremely hazardous if directly inhaled."

Rachel gasped and called out, "Quinn! Make sure Umbreon doesn't inhale its fumes!"

"Weezing, use Sludge Bomb!"

"Umbreon, use Double Team!"

"Bre!" The moonlight Pokémon created multiple illusionary copies of herself.

Weezing looked on in confusion before shooting sludge out into the air. Multiple drops of the poison fell from the sky and onto the fake copies of Umbreon. The illusions dissipated until only the real one was left.

"Use Quick Attack, Umbreon!"

Umbreon nodded and ran at full speed towards her opponent.

Mack frowned. "If I lose, we all lose! Time for the last resort, Weezing! Use Selfdestruct!"

Umbreon stopped in her tracks as Weezing started to glow a blinding white light.

Quinn's eyes widened. "Umbreon, use Protect!" She yelled out right before the poison type Pokémon exploded. She stumbled backwards from the impact of the attack.

"Umbreon!" Rachel cried out. She tore off the handkerchief from her face and ran to Quinn, Puck following shortly after. Quinn took hers off as well and held in a breath as the smoke started to clear.

"Bre!" Weezing was knocked out on the ground as Umbreon stood feet away with a force field surrounding her body.

Mack's jaw dropped open.

"Holy shit." Sheila muttered from the sidelines. She walked up to the field and held up a flag. "Weezing is unable to battle. Umbreon wins! Quinn is the victor!"

"We…We won?" Quinn laughed in disbelief before realization hit her. "We won!" She turned towards Rachel and grabbed her arms in excitement. "We won!"

"Umbreon…"

Quinn turned around to see her Pokémon's barrier disappearing before she collapsed to the ground. "Oh, no! Umbreon!" She ran and knelt before her. "You were amazing out there, Umbreon." She stroked her fur before taking out her pokéball. "Get some rest. You deserve it."

Mack walked up to Quinn. "I gotta give it to you, blondie; that was one of the toughest battles I've ever had."

Quinn stood back up and crossed her arms. "I told you we'd kick your ass."

The gym leader's eyebrows rose up before she laughed. "Here," she held out her hand to Quinn, "I present you with… da da da! The SkankBadge!"

Quinn grasped the badge with a proud grin.

"Lemme see!" Puck grabbed it out of her hand.

"You were really good out there, blondie. We should hang outside of battle sometime."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Oh, no, you most certainly should not!"

Mack shook her head. "Shut it, grandma. You need to learn to live a little." She smirked. "As a matter of fact… There's this little place I know in town. Y'all should give it a little visit. I'm definitely gonna go there to chill after I heal my Pokémon."

"What is it?" Puck asked after he handed Quinn her badge back.

The blonde put it away and gave the gym leader an expectant look.

"It's this… game corner of sorts." The gym leader nodded to her friends and they started to retreat to a door in the back of the gym. "It's just north of the pokémart. Tell them the Mack sent ya!" She winked at the trio before walking through the door.

"That woman is insufferable! As if we would associate with her outside of batt—Quinn? Puck? Oh, no! Please tell me you aren't actually thinking about taking her up on her offer."

Puck shrugged. "I don't know, Rach, it sounds fun."

"It sounds suspicious!"

"Awe, come on, Rach! Besides, Quinn just won her first badge! I say we go to that place she was talking about to celebrate!"

"But—she…you…But—Quinn!" Rachel whined.

"Yeah, I think it'll be fun." Quinn shrugged. "But first, I want to… no, need to get out of here and into a shower. I don't care if Muk isn't anywhere in sight; I feel as if my skin reeks of it." She shuddered.

Rachel sighed in defeat and nodded. "Fine, let's go back to the Pokémon Center."

"Is this the place?" Puck asked in excitement.

"She said just north of the pokémart." Quinn replied as she stared up at the giant building.

"This…this… this is a casino!" Rachel cried out and pointed.

Puck smirked. "Yeah it is!"

"We can't go in there! We're underage!"

"Mack was right, Rach, you do need to live a little."

"I live perfectly fine, Noah! Quinn, what are you doing? No, Quinn!"

Quinn ignored her and walked up to the bouncer. "Hello," she read his name-tag, "Smythe."

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow at the blonde and her bickering friends. "May I help you?"

Quinn shushed Rachel and Puck before addressing the well-kept boy. "Yes, the Mack sent us."

"Ah, yes." Sebastian appraised the trio with a smirk. "Right this way." He opened the door and led them inside.

Rachel grabbed onto Quinn's arm with a frown. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Quinn slid her hand into Rachel's. "Relax. Take a breather. Have fun."

Rachel gazed into hazel eyes before sighing. "Okay."

"Oh, miss," the blonde looked back towards the bouncer. "You'll need these." He gave the trio three cases. "They're for holding the coins. If you win anything, go right up to the counter to the guy with the glasses," he pointed to Chandler, "and exchange them for fabulous prizes."

Puck smirked and fist pumped. "You mean when we win!"

"Yes, sure, of course." Sebastian drawled before walking back to his post. "Enjoy!" He called over his shoulder.

The three friends looked on in awe at their surroundings.

"Slots!" Puck yelled and ran towards the machines.

Quinn giggled and ran after him while Rachel trudged along.

"Damn! So close!" Puck hit the side of the slot machine. He leaned over to Quinn, "How are you doing, Q?"

Quinn groaned in frustration as she watched her screen. The slot landed on two pokéballs and a seven. "I feel as if this is rigged." She pulled the slot lever again.

Puck watched the images as they slowed down. "Ugh, a pokéball, a seven, and…what is that? A Celebi? Dang, Q, you weren't even close."

"I'm telling you, it's rigged—"

"Yes! Give me those triple sevens, baby!"

Puck and Quinn turned to their right to see Rachel's slot machine pouring out coins.

"You gotta be shitting me," Puck mumbled in disbelief. He and Quinn abandoned their machines and walked to Rachel. Their eyes widened when they caught sight of all the coins in her case.

Rachel pulled the lever again. "Oh! One Celebi…" She watched as the second image slowed down. "Yes! Another Celebi…" She waited with bated breath before the last image appeared. "Oh yeah! Triple Celebi! Who's your daddy?"

Quinn and Puck gawked as Rachel laughed maniacally.

"Um, Rachel." Quinn put her hand on her friend's shoulder. Rachel whipped her head around.

"Dear Ho-Oh, she's gone crazy," Puck muttered.

Quinn glared at Puck before addressing the diva. "Rachel, don't you think you've had enough?"

"What? No!"

"Rach, you didn't even want to come here—"

"That was before I was introduced to the wonders of the slots!"

Quinn grabbed onto her before she could pull the lever again. "Let's… let's just go up to the counter and exchange your coins."

Rachel perked up. "Yes! Prizes!" She quickly closed her coin case and bolted to the counter.

"Poor man…" Puck trailed off as he and Quinn watched Rachel pester the young blonde man behind the counter. They walked up just in time to hear the tail-end of their conversation.

"I don't care for any of those! I want your ultimate prize!"

"But, miss, that isn't—"

"I said your ultimate prize!"

Chandler flinched. He really wished women would stop yelling at him today. "Okay, okay." He went to the backroom.

"Rachel, don't you think you're being a little…oh, I don't know, neurotic?" Puck deadpanned.

Rachel flipped her hair over her shoulder. She was about to respond but the worker returned with a large fish tank in his grasp.

"This," he hauled the tank onto the counter, "is our ultimate prize." He panted as he finally set the heavy item down.

Rachel gasped. Swimming around the tank was a tiny, timid blue and white Pokémon.

Puck pointed his pokédex at it.

"Dratini: The Dragon Pokémon. Long considered a mythical Pokémon until recently when a small colony was found living underwater. Dratini continually molts and sloughs off its old skin. It does so because the life energy within its body steadily builds to reach uncontrollable levels."

"Life energy?" Puck repeated. "It looks dead." Quinn hit Puck in the arm. "What? I'm just sayin'…"

Rachel stared at the Dratini intently before looking back towards Chandler. She put her coin case on the counter. "Count all of the coins and tell me if I have enough."

The young man sighed and did as he was told. "You're 1,000 short."

Puck rubbed his mohawk. "What about that hat over there, Rach? It's pretty cool. Why don't you just get that as your prize instead?"

Rachel glared at Puck before turning back to the worker. "Keep this Pokémon out. I will be back shortly with the coins."

"But, miss, that's impossible—"

Rachel stormed off to a slot machine. Quinn shrugged at the man before following after her. Puck gazed longingly at the hat one last time and then went after them.

Chandler sighed. "I don't get paid enough for this."

Quinn stopped Rachel before she could sit down. "Are you sure about this?"

Rachel exhaled and closed her eyes. "Quinn, that Pokémon looked so miserable." She opened her eyes up and gazed at the blonde determinedly. "I don't care if I blow all my money. I will help that Dratini."

Quinn stared into expressive brown orbs before nodding. "I don't think I'll be of much help, but I'll try."

Rachel beamed. "Here," she gestured for Quinn to sit down. Once situated, Rachel grasped Quinn's hand and guided it towards the lever and they both pulled it down. "Triple Celebi." Rachel grinned as she read the screen and tightened her hold on Quinn's hand.

"Hey, look who's here!" Puck pointed to the door.

Mack looked up from her spot at the entrance and smirked.

Rachel groaned and dropped her hand from Quinn's.

The gym leader sauntered up to the group. "Hey, so how's it goin—holy shit!" She exclaimed when she saw the amount of coins the gang had. "How'd you even…"

Puck laughed. "Rachel has some sort of gift! Speaking of gift, we're trying to win that Dratini!"

Mack gasped.

"Yep!" Puck nodded. "I think we almost have enough coins for it!"

"But…but…That's impossible. No one should be able to get enough coins for Dratini…" She muttered.

"What was that?" Quinn asked after Rachel once again won more coins.

Mack stared in astonishment.

"Oh, success! I believe we have enough!"

Mack watched in disbelief as the gang walked back up towards the counter.

"Chandler, my good man!" Rachel handed her coin case to him.

He hesitantly calculated the coins and his eyes widened at the result. "No way…"

"We'll have that Dratini, please."

"But…"

Quinn narrowed her eyes. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, is there?"

The group turned around as a young woman that appeared to be about their age walked over.

"Sa-Santana!"

"Excuse me, miss, are you the manager?" Rachel inquired.

"You could say that," said Santana.

"Well, this gentleman right here seems to be refusing me my prize."

"And what exactly would that prize be?"

Rachel pointed to where the tank was on the ground next to the counter.

Santana's eyebrows rose. "That's impossible!"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Puck scratched his head.

Santana ignored him. "You can't possibly have enough for…" She shoved Chandler out of the way and recalculated the coins. She let out a laugh of disbelief. "Well, I'll be damned."

Rachel beamed proudly. "My prize, please."

Santana shook herself out of her stupor. "Listen, hobbit," Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock, "I don't know how you managed to get all those coins, but—"

"But nothing!" Quinn interrupted. "She won those coins fair and square!"

"No way! That's impossible!"

"What do you mean impossible?"

"I mean that it's impossible because there's no way anyone in this damn building can win that many coins! We've made sure of it!" Santana's eyes widened when she realized what she said.

The group gawked before Puck spoke up, "Shit, Q, you were right; this place is rigged."

Quinn slammed her hands down on the counter. "Listen here, J-Lo…"

Santana slammed her hands on the counter as well and leaned into Quinn's face. "J-Lo, huh? You really wanna go there, Barbie? Let me tell you something," Santana's eyes traveled to Quinn's hair before leveling her with a glare, "you bottle-blonde…"

Quinn gasped. "Bottle?"

"…I am from Lima Heights Adjacent. Do you know what happens in Lima Heights Adjacent? Bad things—"

"Freeze! Police!"

Santana's eyes widened. "Shit. Gotta go!" She shoved Quinn out of the way and grabbed onto a young brunette man that was watching the argument from the sidelines.

"S, what about the—"

"No time, D! No time! Go, Arbok!"

"Bok!"

"Return the Pokémon to its ball and put your hands in the air!" Officer Carl Howell yelled into a bullhorn.

"You'll never take us alive, coppers! Arbok, use Screech!"

The cobra Pokémon let out an earsplitting screech that had everyone within hearing distance covering their ears. The noise was so high pitched that it caused the windows in the building to shatter. Santana hurriedly called back her Pokémon and she and the young man jumped out a nearby broken window.

Quinn rubbed her ears. "Is everyone okay?" she yelled.

"What? My ears are ringing! But other than that, I'm okay!" Puck yelled back.

"Quinn!" Rachel grasped onto her sleeve and pointed to the now shattered fish tank. The Pokémon was pitifully flopping on the ground in broken glass.

"Sebastian, help!" Chandler yelped as two police officers surrounded him.

"Grunts. Always so useless," Sebastian muttered before throwing out a pokéball. "Sandslash! I choose you! Use Earthquake!"

"Shit!" Quinn yelled as the ground started to shake. "Rachel! Puck! Go out that window!"

"But Quinn!"

"Go!"

"No—"

"Now's not the time, Berry! Let's go!" Puck picked Rachel up over his shoulder. "Q, you better fucking hurry!"

"No! Quinn!" Rachel cried out and hit her fists against Puck's back.

Quinn stumbled on her feet as Puck jumped out the window. She idly thanked Ho-Oh that they were on the first floor.

"Tini…"

Rubble fell from the ceiling. Quinn dropped to the ground and crawled towards the little dragon Pokémon.

"It's okay. It's okay." She whispered. A nearby slot machine short circuited; the explosion made debris fly towards Quinn. She flinched before scooping up the Pokémon. "I got you."

"Retreat! Retreat!" Officer Carl yelled as he and his team attempted to dodge the rubble.

"Come on! Let's go, grunt!" Sebastian called out to Chandler as he and Mack were climbing out the busted window.

Chandler faltered in his steps. "What about her?"

Mack's eyebrows rose up. "Shit. I'll get her!"

"What? She's just a civilian! She doesn't matter!" Sebastian yelled as Chandler finally made it towards them. "Ah, what the fuck—"

Mack shoved Sebastian out the window when a ceiling tile dropped from above. She turned towards Chandler. "Go! I got her! Go!"

The blonde boy nodded and followed his superiors out the broken first story window.

More of the ceiling started to collapse. Mack's eyes widened when she saw it falling straight towards the girl. "Fuck!" She threw out her pokéball. "Go, Crobat! Wing Attack!"

The purple bat Pokémon blew a mighty gust towards the falling debris right before they could fall on Quinn and Dratini. Mack jumped over a fallen slot machine and skidded towards the pair. "Come on! Get up! Let's Go!"

Quinn opened her eyes at the girl in front of her and nodded determinedly. She picked up Dratini and ran with Mack out the window.

Sirens blared in the distance as they landed on the ground.

"Quinn!" Rachel cried out when she saw her friend with the battered Pokémon in her arms.

"Crobat!"

The bat Pokémon alerted the gym leader of the police officers at the front of the ruined building. "Shit," she muttered. She turned towards the friends to see Rachel clutching onto Quinn's arm as she fretted over her. Puck looked on with an anxious expression. "I'd hate to interrupt this little love-fest, but…" The sirens got closer. "…Get that little guy to the Pokémon Center this instant, then get the hell out of here!"

"But—"

"No, you don't understand. More police officers are on their way."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Rachel desperately asked.

"No. This casino was run by Team Sylvester." The friends' eyes widened. "It doesn't matter if you're a good guy or not, you were in there and the police will capture anyone as long as it will get them a lead on Team Sylvester."

"But—"

"No buts! Your faces weren't seen by Officer Carl or anyone so you'll be fine as long as you escape the scene of the crime!" She called back Crobat and started to run. She looked back over her shoulder. "Right now! Go!"

Puck grabbed Rachel and Quinn's arms and ran them to the Pokémon Center.

"Oh, my! What happened here?" Nurse Pillsbury asked when the three friends ran in the Pokémon Center.

"I…We…"

Puck took a deep breath and stepped forward. "We were training when we saw this little guy," he nodded to the Dratini in Quinn's arms, "um, hurt by the lake."

"But there's no lake—"

"Can you heal him?" Puck interrupted the nurse. He nervously rubbed his mohawk. "Please."

Nurse Pillsbury studied them for a second before nodding. "Yes, of course. Chansey!" The pink Pokémon took the Dratini to the back. Emma turned towards the teens and said, "If you'll just sit in the waiting area…" She gestured to the seats. "It shouldn't be too long."

"Thank you," said Puck.

The three sat on the seats and sighed. It was silent for a few minutes before Rachel spoke up.

"…Quinn?"

"Yeah, Rach?"

"Are you okay?"

Quinn didn't answer right away. She thought about how she may have a few scratches, but her Pokémon and friends were no longer in danger, so, "Yeah, Rach."

"Good." She shifted closer to Quinn and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder. "…Quinn?"

"Yeah, Rach?"

"I think you should be Dratini's trainer."

Quinn sat up and turned towards Rachel. "Wait, what? But you're the one who wanted him."

"And you're the one that risked your life for him."

"I didn't risk my life… I mean, the Mack was there…"

It was quiet for a while before Rachel spoke up again. "I take back what I said earlier about her being insufferable."

Puck let out an exhausted laugh.

"…Quinn?"

"Yeah, Rach?"

"You're Dratini's trainer."

Quinn sighed as the brunette's head once again rested on her shoulder. "Yeah, Rach."

Rachel smiled.

"Chansey!"

The gang looked up to see the pink egg Pokémon holding a pokéball.

"Is that Dratini?" Puck asked.

Quinn grabbed the ball when Chansey nodded.

The door to the Pokémon Center burst open.

"Oh, Officer Carl! Hello!"

The older man in uniform strutted up to the desk with a frown. "Can you heal my Pokémon?"

"Yes, of course! But whatever happened?" She asked as she took the pokéballs.

"You'll never believe what happened at the game corner…"

"And that's our cue…" Puck muttered. The trio said their thanks to Chansey and hauled ass out the Pokémon Center.

It was quiet as the gang walked out of the city and into another patch of forest.

"…Quinn?"

"Yeah, Rach?"

"Are we outlaws now?"

Puck burst out laughing.

A/N: I didn't put this at the beginning of the chapter because I didn't want to spoil the whole the Skanks being the first gym thing: The only characters I'm using from the games/anime are just the Pokémon. I hope no one's disappointed that they won't be seeing their favorite gym leader from the game or something, but I figured it'd be a nice twist to use all of the Glee characters in some way. Lord knows the show has more than they know what to do with… so I decided I'll give them a role! Haha. Some will be gym leaders (as you just saw), some will be random trainers the gang encounter, others may turn up when you least expect it, etc.

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