A/N: Thank you so much for your kind reviews! I'm really inspired to continue writing this fic. I've replied to each one of you, so I hope you've received my response. By the way, Brittany is AU in this fic. Please don't bash me for that. So, here's chapter 2 of Quinn's the Man. Tell me what you think about it. :)
That evening, she called Santana and Brittany to come over and discuss about her masterplan. Of course, it became an impromptu sleepover for the three childhood friends. When the three had finished dinner, they raced up Quinn's room and slumped down the blonde's bed. Quinn remained standing and started to pace, suddenly having doubts about her "flawless plan". Suddenly, she remembered something and voice it out first.
"Before I start discussing my plan, I wanna ask something from you two. I don't want to hear anything about Finn. We're here to talk about soccer and not him. If you'll mention his crappy name, I'll blow. "
"Sure Q, we won't mention his name intentionally," Brittany said, flashing her a reassuring smile. Santana just rolled her eyes. Quinn nodded and contemplated on how to start discussing. She was absentmindedly starting to pace again and Santana loses it.
"One more round of pacing and I'll ends you. Britt and I didn't come here to watch you do that all night long!" Santana remarked, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
"That's harsh, San. Give Quinn a few moments," said Brittany. Quinn gave her a grateful smile and a frown to the Latina.
"Ok, since both of you are very supportive to me through all these years, well, except for this someone who tries to find every single flaw from my plans just to give me a hard time," she paused and casted a dirty look to Santana, who gave her a sarcastic smile and a mock salute. "I called you two up to help me polish my plan."
"If your plan is to salvage every single member of the boys team and their giant piece of crap of a coach, there will be no polishing needed anymore. I already prepared my chainsaw at home and all we needs is to drive to school tomorrow, turn it on and ravage all of them," Santana exclaimed.
Quinn sighed harshly and positioned her computer chair right at the foot of her bed then sat on it. She faced the Latina and stared at her straightly. "First off, why do you have to be so freaking violent? Second, your dad's a doctor and your mom runs a law firm. There's no way you can ever own a chainsaw. And third, my plan is way more effective than your bloody revenge,"
Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, a hard look adorning her face. "So what's your exceptional plan, then?"
Brittany swatted the Latina's arm lightly. "Why can't you give Q a chance to talk?"
Santana sighed and uncrossed her arms. She leaned back to the headboard and nodded to Quinn, signalling her to start explaining her plan. She sure does have a soft spot on the taller blonde. Or she's just undoubtedly whipped.
Quinn thanked Brittany as she stood from the chair and sat on her bed. They now formed a small circle and they all leaned in to listen. "So, we all know that Sam got kicked out of Carmel and is bound to attend McKinley this year. He agreed and stuff but we all know what a big scoundrel he is. And guess what he did earlier? Packed up and headed to London for a music festival there."
Santana frowned and asked Quinn, "And what does that have to do with our team getting cut?"
"I'm not finished yet. So, he told me that he will stay there for two weeks and guess what he asked me to do," she paused and looked at the two expectantly.
"Just get to the point already. I'm getting restless here," the Latina snapped.
Quinn sighed at Santana's impatience. She just wanted to lighten up the mood, that's all, but apparently, Santana is too greedy to give her that. Oh well, might as well continue explaining. "He asked me to cover him up."
At that, Brittany's brows furrowed in confusion. Sure, she may have an excessive fascination to ducks, but Brittany is one of the wisest people Quinn have met. It's not everyday that you can have her confused. "Cover him up to what?" she asked.
"To McKinley, to both our parents and apparently to Sugar, too," Quinn replied, grimacing at the mention of the girls' name. She just realized that in order for her plan to work out perfectly, she's gonna make sure that Sugar is off her radar. If she fails at that, everything will blow up.
"How are you going to do that? And what the hell does that have to do with kicking the Fi- I mean, with our team getting cut?" Santana asked, looking at Quinn to make sure she didn't catch at her almost slip of the boy's name. Unfortunately, she wasn't very successful. Quinn visibly faltered a bit but managed to catch herself.
She cleared her throat before answering Santana. "Well, Sam wants me to call McKinley and tell them he's sick and stuff, but I've thought of a better plan to cover up Sam and at the same time, have my revenge on the boys team. And that, Ms. Lopez and Ms. Pierce, had everything to do with our team getting cut," Quinn said, looking at the girls alternately.
Brittany perked up at Quinn's excited tone. She clapped her hands once and said, "Ohh! I love where this is going! Tell us Q, tell us!"
Quinn winked at Brittany, "That's why I love you so much, Britt." She paused to breathe deeply before spilling her whole brilliant plan. "I'm going to go to McKinley as Sam, make it to the boys team there and in two weeks, we'll be playing against Carmel then I'm going to beat their sexist asses off and win the game!" Quinn is practically beaming in pride of her own plan and waited for the two for their reactions. They have matching dropped jaws and were staring at her like she had grown a second head.
Santana stood up and started pacing. "Ok, hold up, let me get this straight: You're going to pretend and dress as Sam and attend McKinley. You're going to tryout for the boys team and if you're going to make it as a first stringer, you'll play in the upcoming rivalry game and beat Carmel's ass. Is that what your plan is or am I missing something?"
"Looks like somebody finally caught up. "Yes, San, that's my exact plan. What do you guys think about it?" Quinn asked the two of them. Brittany looks like she's contemplating on what to say and Santana just has this huge shock all over her face.
"I think that's a bad idea. Don't get me wrong, Q. I'm all for kicking their asses off for rejecting us, but your plan isn't our best shot to do it," Santana commented serenely.
Quinn was taken aback by Santana's abrupt attitude change. It's not everyday that you'll get something sensible from the Latina. If she's being honest, Santana is totally smart and rather practical in things like decision-making and planning. Now, she remembered why she called Santana to come over, too, and ask for her views aside from the taller blonde beside her who is yet to give her judgment. The taller blonde, on the other hand, is mostly receptive, but she is wise enough to point out even the minute flaws in her plans which were often overlooked if without the meticulous pondering of Brittany. Quinn thanked God for these two who tend to balance her crazy.
"Why do think it's bad? Will it not pass even as half-bad?"
"Q, you're a girl and you're going to tryout for a boys team. A BOYS team," Brittany finally said.
"I'm fully aware of that Britt. Besides, it didn't stop me from trying out for Carmel's boys team."
"And if you can remember, they laughed at you and called you stupid. Isn't that enough humiliation for your part?" Santana asked, sitting down on the bed's edge.
"Maybe they're more open about it. And I'm going to go there and tryout as Sam, as a boy, so I think I'll not undergo what I've suffered this morning.
"How can you be so sure about that, Quinn? You haven't even set a foot on that school and you're already, like, worshipping them or something."
"I'm just holding to what remains on my luck, ok?" Quinn exclaimed, her emotions getting the best, or rather, the worst of her. All her pent-up emotions from what happened that morning and then mix it with the betrayal of her good-for-nothing boyfriend, the result is far from great, and Quinn is there to prove it to you. "I just can't let what happened this morning stop me from doing something I love. And you know damn well that that something is soccer," she paused, she's so riled up that she didn't even notice that she's already crying until she felt the hot trail of her tears running down her face. "I just can't give up this easily, San, Britt. I can't and will not. If my plan will make me look desperate or stupid or, or just pure dumb, then let it be. I love soccer too freaking much," she added quietly.
Brittany immediately put her arm around Quinn's shoulders and hugged her. She was whispering things like she understood her and stuff and promising her that something will eventually work out. Quinn let her tears pour freely into the taller girl's chest and sniffled occasionally, nodding to what Brittany says.
On the other hand, Santana is looking at the two blondes hugging and sighed deeply. She still thinks that the idea is totally flawed but seeing Quinn like this breaks Santana's heart, as cheesy as it sounds. This Quinn is so different from the Quinn she have grown to love. The Quinn she know is very driven, the lioness of the court. fearless and determined but behind all those fierce attitudes of her, is a sweet Quinn who has a sense of humor and a very loyal friend. She tends to lead a double life and managed to play both parts well. Sure. they always bicker and annoy each other, but admittedly, Quinn is her bestfriend, alongside Brittany. She also knows that the "Bestfriend Rule Number 1" is to support each other to their full extent. And right now, Quinn needs all the support she could find, and that's the least Santana can give to the girl. After making her mind up, she scooted closer to the two girls and drooped her arm to Quinn's vacant shoulder.
"Fine, I'm in. I still think that your idea's stupid but you're my bestfriend, so I'm with you in this," Santana said, smiling at Quinn.
Brittany squealed at Santana's acceptance and Quinn returned the Latina's smile then looped her other arm around Santana's shoulders. Brittany smiled at Santana and outstretched her other arm to the Latina, which she gladly accepts, now enveloping them in a three-way hug.
"Thanks San, it means a lot to me. Seriously, I love you guys so, so much," Quinn said, tightening her hug on both girls.
"We love you, too, Q. We'll always be here for you, right San?"
"Right, because you're too stupid for yourself to handle. We just wanna make sure you won't be harmed by your stupidity, no matter how hard it is not to laugh at you when you are civtimized by your own schemes and plans," Santana said while rolling her eyes.
Quinn just smirked at it. "You know I'm going to take that as "I love you, too',"
"Yeah, whatever." The three laughed and they fell in a comfortable silence, still engulfed in their embrace. Reluctantly, Quinn disentangled herself from the two and laid down on her pillows at the middle part of the bead. The two immediately laid beside her, Brittany on her right and Santana on her left, and the three stared up the ceiling.
"So, how are you going to pretend as Sam? You know you can't just put your hair in a bun, wear baggy jerseys to hide your titties then come up to them and say 'Sup homies, name's Sam' in a faux deep voice," Santana said, breaking the silence.
"First, don't say the t word ever again, it sounds so wrong and disgusting. And second, relax, I already had that covered, I guess," she replied.
Brittany propped on her left arm to look at Quinn. "What do you mean 'I guess'?" she asked.
Quinn joined her hands together beneath her head, hitting Santana's nose with her left elbow in the process. Santana squealed a muffled "Ouch!" and hit Quinn's arm. Hard.
"Ow! I didn't mean to hit your face, you know. And Britt, I already know who to approach but I still have to convince him to transform me into my brother."
Santana is still pinching her nose bridge and glared at Quinn. "You try to bust my fac again and I'll smack you big time," she said while giving her nose a final squeez. "Who are you going to approach anyway?"
"Who else? Kurt , of course!"
"Ha! Totally. Kurt's perfect for that job," Brittany said with a huge grin on her face.
"Couldn't argue with that. He's basically Lima's best hairdresser slash make-up artist. And hey, I've heard he graduated in McKinley. He might give you some pointers on how to things and act the McKinley way," Santana added.
"Uh huh, I know all that. So, tomorrow, we'll head to his salon and convince him the best I could. Hell, I will kneel in front of him and beg."
Quinn missed the admiring look that Santana gave her. Boy, she's one determined young lady. "You do love soccer so much to go all through this, don't you?"
"More than anything, San. I love soccer more than anything in the world."
With that, they fell into a comfortable silence for the second time that night. Santana stood up and switched off the lights, enveloping the room in a sudden darkness. "I guess I'm gonna turn in, you guys. I had one heck of a day. I'm so tired as shit."
"We all did, San. And yeah, I'm getting sleepy," Quinn replied while trying to find a comfortable position. "Night S, B. Thanks a lot."
"You're welcome, Q. See you in the morning.
They were silent for a while when Quinn saw Santana in her peripheral vision propping on an elbow.
"One more thing, Qfab. You try to bust any sexy body parts of mine, I'm gonna show what living in Lima Heights feels like. Are we clear?"
"Yeah sure," Quinn replied, throwing a leg over Santana's waist. Santana casted a hard glare on Quinn but she was met with a sickeningly adorable smile on the blonde's face.
"You're implausible," Santana said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Hush, you love me for it."
"Yeah, I do," Santana laughed and threw her arm around Quinn's torso. Brittany heard the exchange between the two so she proceeded to spoon Quinn and threw her impossibly long legs over the two girls.
"Aw, Santana loves Quinnie. Sannie's getting soft!" Brittany remarked playfully.
"Shh, sleeping here," Santana replied, closing her eyes and giving them a small smile.
Quinn sighed in content. She felt so loved she almost can't remember what happened tragically that morning. Again, she thanked God for these two. They stayed like that, spooning each other, for a while and Quinn finally let sleep get over her, but of course,if you're blessed with such wide imagination, she drifted instead to her "daydream time".
She's now daydreaming of the day of the rivalry game. They were down to the final minute and the score is still nil-all. She got the ball after it was in-bounded by her teammate. She dribbled it towards the goal, towards Finn who was guarding the goal. She swiveled and kicked it. She watched the ball get past the other team's defenders and finally got past Finn. She watched it approach the net in a very, very, very slow manner until...
"Quinn, are you still awake?" Brittany asked as she drummed her fingers on Quinn's side. She hummed in response and waited for the blonde to continue. She was so close! So, so close.
"Good, because I just realized something."
"What is it, B?" she asked sleepily.
"You do know that McKinley's a boarding school, right? Like, if you're going there as a boy, you'll have male roommates and they'll expect you to do...guy stuff with them."
Quinn opened her eyes at the other blonde's implication. Leave it to Brittany to notice something they've overlooked the whole night through.
"Oh my God, Britt, you're so right. I just realized that," she said, facing the blonde with a wide eyes.
"I'm always right, you know. I just thought you'll have to prepare yourself for that. Especially in the...guy stuff with them."
"I'm doomed. I'm officially doomed. Why didn't I realize this sooner?" she thought, staring up at the ceiling like it gives her the answer she's looking for.
"Ok, ok, Q, calm down. You can do this. You can manage this. You are Lucy Quinn Fabray. You're fearless, determined and driven. You'll get past this." she reassured herself.
She'll work on it, Quinn's certain on that. Anything just to get "Operation: Kick Some Carmel Ass and Beat the Hell Out of Them" to work out.
And yeah, she has to work out on making more interesting-sounding scheme names, too.
A/N 2: Probably not the update you were waiting for, but I wanted to have some Unholy Trinity bonding. The next chapter will feature Quinn to Sam transformation, his first step in McKinley and we will finally Duke, Toby and Andrew (of course, Glee-fied) . Who do you think they will be? Send me your guesses and tell me how's the chapter.
Until next time guys. :)
Jadey X