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Changed Directions - Chapter 11 (The Date)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele
 This chapter is dedicated to my faithful reader Tsuna13 on DeviantArt, for her birthday today!

A/N: Don’t own Glee or any songs used.

A/N2: Just so you know, it IS possible to build or remodel a car to run on vegetable oil, my friend did it to his.

A/N3: Quinn’s Subconscious in BOLD and italics, Quinn’s thoughts in italics, song lyrics is in BOLD

Hope you like their date!


Rachel tugged Quinn towards a deep red car parked on the curb.

Her eyes widened. “Is that a Porsche?!”

The club owner’s lips quirked up in a small smirk. “This is my baby. Pleather interior and runs on vegetable oil.”

“Vegetable oil?”

“I learned a lot about mechanics while in the Air Force.” Rachel pulled open the passenger door, offering a seat to Quinn. A blush colored the blonde’s cheeks as she slid into the car. Shutting the door, Rachel slipped around and into the driver’s seat.

“Nice to know chivalry isn’t dead quite yet.”

The brunette smiled; placing the car in drive, she grabbed Quinn’s hand and intertwined their fingers. The ex-HBIC’s blush deepened, and she ducked her head.

Aw, is womanizer Fabray feeling a little shy?

Ugh. Ruin the moment much?

That’s my job.

Fingers slipped from her own, only to quickly press an iPod (hooked up to the car’s stereo) into her hand. “Feel free to choose whatever.”

“Wow, Rachel Berry giving up control of the music? Pinch me, I must be dreaming.”

Rachel glanced at her date and raised an eyebrow. “Well, I could just take that back and blast Barbara Streisand for the hour and a half we have to drive.” She reached for the device, but it was snatched out of reach. Rachel chuckled as Quinn stuck her tongue out. “Very mature, Fabray.”

See; Rachel agrees with me.

Quinn ignored her subconscious, focusing on Rachel’s extensive music collection. Catching sight of a song she hadn’t seen in nearly five years, she grinned. Pressing the touch screen, her smile grew as the sound of twelve pairs of feet stomping in rhythm filled the car.

Twenty-two year old Rachel sang along side the recording of her seventeen year old self.

Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero
But, hey, everyone you wanna be
Probably started off like me

You may say that I'm a freakshow
(I don't care)
But, hey, give me just a little time
I bet you're gonna change your mind

All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take, that's right
‘Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away, that's right

Quinn joined the brunette at the chorus.

Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me
A loser like me

“God, I haven’t heard this in forever.” Quinn spoke over Finn’s verse. “How did you even get a recording of this?”

“I asked my dads to record our competition pieces, and then made them into tracks. Actually, I personally recorded quite a few of our non-competition pieces also.” She grabbed the iPod and flipped to a playlist, handing it back to Quinn.

She was amazed to see over two hundred of the songs New Directions, and individual members, had sung. “Wow… That’s kinda awesome.”

“All you guys were amazing, I just wanted to be able to capture it all.”

“Us? How about you? You were our star, and you saved our asses more than once. ‘Loser Like Me’ was great, but it wouldn’t have been enough without ‘Get It Right’.”

“Well, I have you to thank for the inspiration. Speaking of which, I want to thank you for that. I didn’t then because I was being completely obtuse.” She blushed. “What you said was actually what kept me going after my injuries; your words and the need to still prove to everyone from high school that I would make something of myself.” Stopping in a toll booth line, Rachel turned towards Quinn, cupping her cheek. “I am also glad that you didn’t settle like you seemed convinced you would have to. You were too special to be a Lima Loser, and you definitely still are. Besides, where would pop culture be without Quinn Fabray’s amazing photography skills?” Quinn pulled her into a kiss, capturing Rachel’s bottom lip. It took several horn honks to break them apart. “Wow. I should complement you more often, if that’s the reaction I get.”

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully. “Just drive, Rach.”


They spent the next hour playing different songs from their Glee Club days and reminiscing on the memories that came with each one. Finally Rachel turned into a dirt driveway, and pulled up to an older looking wooden cabin. The walls seemed to blend in with the trees surrounding it.

“What is this place?” Quinn whispered, exiting the car to look around.

“I found it while searching for a quiet, secluded place to get drunk off my ass and mope. After the subsequent hangover, I asked around to find out who owned the place. It was this older couple. I asked them if I could buy it from them. I said I didn’t want to change it at all, it was perfect just as is, and I would make sure it was kept in good condition; they said yes. Now it’s my escape spot.” She pulled open the trunk of the car, grabbing a blanket and basket. “I was considering having us stay the night, but it is only the first date. So instead I’ll show you the other reason I bought this place.”

Linking their hands together, Rachel pulled Quinn towards a sandy path that went behind the cabin and down a small set of stone steps. Reaching the bottom stone, Quinn gasped at the sight before her; a small stretch of beach lead to a large, beautiful pond. The sun was setting, spreading a blaze of rainbow colors over the water. Midway between the woods and the pond was a single tree next to a small fire pit, already set up with wood and newspaper. Rachel was quick in coaxing out and building the flame. Spreading the blanket by the fire, she laid out food from the basket. Sitting back against the tree, she pulled Quinn down in front of her, resting the blonde’s back against her front.

“Rachel, this is amazing. You must’ve put so much time into this.”

The singer just smiled. “You’re worth it.”

They spent two hours catching up on each others lives - where Quinn went to college, how Rachel had started her club, etc. – and stealing kisses. Finally, the fire died out, leaving only a few embers to be buried under the sand. Helping Quinn up, Rachel collected the food containers, basket and blanket and led them back to the car.


On the drive home, Quinn searched through other of Rachel’s playlists and found one containing soft jazz. Hitting play, she placed the iPod in the cup holder and laced her fingers through the brunette’s. Both women smiled softly at the contact and the comfortableness of the silence surrounding them.

Reaching the Unholy Trinity’s apartment, Rachel once more opened Quinn’s door and helped her to her feet. Stopping at the door, Rachel pulled Quinn into a slow, deep kiss, licking across the blonde’s lip begging for entrance that was immediately granted. Breaking away breathlessly, the singer placed Quinn’s hand to her lips, kissing each knuckle softly.

“Goodnight, Quinn.”

Quinn grabbed her in a quick, slightly chaster kiss and whispered a goodnight against her lips. Both women went to bed that night with content smiles on their faces and fluttering butterflies filling their stomachs.


I know it isn’t exactly very long (though it is one of the longest chapters for this fic!), but I hope the Faberry fluff makes up for it at least a little bit. *crosses fingers*

Reviewing Makes My Day!!

P.S. I’m gonna be gone on Spring Break all next week (starting Monday) with barely any computer access, so I won’t be updating until at least the following week (and I actually have several papers due that week so it may be a while till I can update anything… SORRY!).

Changed Directions - Chapter 10 (Well?)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele
Hello my dear amazing readers. I’m just gonna state the obvious things then let you read.

A/N: I don’t own Glee. Or NYU (though I really would love to go there… to Tisch)


"Are you going to yell at me about everything that just happened? Cause if so, can I ask you something before you storm out in anger?"
Quinn raised an eyebrow in silent question, before nodding consent.
"Two questions actually, since I really do not want a repeat of high school. First, are you single?" The blonde's eyes widened in shock. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Next, and please don't slap me, I'd rather not have another bruise added to this shiner, can I take you on a date?


Quinn blinked. “Huh?”

“Same old blunt Berry; asking a girl out less than twenty four hours after seeing her again for the first time in four years.” Santana stood, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

Rachel’s eyebrow rose, but she didn’t take her eyes off the hazel ones in front of her. “Well,” she drawled, “I’ve wanted to ask since dancing with her; so I would hope that means my self-restraint has grown at least a little.”

That drew a chuckle from the Latina. “You are somethin’ else, girl.”

Brittany walked up behind her fellow blonde, who was still frozen with her mouth slightly open in shock. “Quinn?” The dancer tapped her friend on the shoulder, snapping her out of her daze and causing her to leap a foot in the air.

“Huh? Wha?”

“Are you gonna say yes?”

Quinn looked at Brittany dazedly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Santana crossed to the former HBIC and took her by the shoulders, shaking her slightly. “You gonna go out on a date with this hot, military vet, new Berry, or aren’t you?”

Quinn blinked. Was she?

Of course you are.


Don’t you think you’ve said that enough in the last ten minutes?

Shut up.

Telling your subconscious to shut up; very mature. Just go tell Rachel yes and share sweet lady kisses.

Quinn rolled her eyes. Great, my subconscious sounds like a mix of Santana and Brittany. That’s what I get for spending too much time with them.

“Quinn!” A finger snapped in her face, causing her to glance up, startled. “Stop gettin’ lost in lala land and give her a freakin’ answer!” Santana whirled her around and shoved her at the small brunette. Stumbling forward, she was caught by strong hands gripping her waist. Her hands hit the table on either side of Rachel, bringing their faces close enough for their breaths to caress.
The corners of Rachel’s lips quirked. “Hi there.” One tan hand left the blonde’s waist to cup her cheek; the skin on skin contact causing a spark to shoot through both girls. “You know, you don’t have to answer now. I’ll understand if you want some time for us to get reacquaint-” She was cut off by soft lips pressing against her own in a chaste peck.

“I’d love to.”

Rachel smiled, bringing Quinn into a longer, slower kiss. Pulling away, she buried her face in the crook of the blonde’s neck, breathing in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon.

“Freakin’ charming.” A smile belayed the sarcasm dripping from Santana’s comment.


Quinn paced her bedroom, clothes strewn around her.

What the hell did Rachel mean by “Dress casual. Jeans or sweats and a sweatshirt. Something comfortable.”

Um… I think she meant exactly what she said.

You know what I mean! Nice sweats?

You have nice sweats? Nice sweats exist?

Ugh! You’re useless.

Again with the insults. You do realize you’re insulting yourself, right?

Shut up.

And the lack of maturity returns.

Will you just be helpful for once and help me pick what to wear?

Hmm… How bout, oh I don’t know… A pair of sweats and a sweatshirt!

I hate you.

Love you too, sweetheart.

Narcissistic much?


Well. You said that we’re the same person, hence, if you love me it’s the same as me loving myself.

Stop stalling and get dressed already.

She crossed to the pile of clothes, digging through to find a loose pair of black sweatpants, white tank top and deep purple NYU sweatshirt.


Very much so.

The bell tolled.

Oh look, perfect timing. Now stop staring at the hallway like a petrified squirrel and go get the door.

Sprinting to the door, the blonde took a deep breath, before pulling open the door with a smile. Rachel stood in black sweatpants, a red tank top and open black zipper hoodie. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and a small smile graced her lips.

How the hell does she look so gorgeous in sweats?

“Shall we go, Quinn?” An arm was offered to her, which she quickly looped with her own.

“I think we shall.”

Not totally clichéd and tacky at all.

Ok, so this is getting posted a little later than I hoped it would, but it is done! And I know it isn’t very long, but I wanna make the date its own chapter.

I kinda find the idea of Santana not so subtly pushing for Faberry would be epic.

Also… I know the head voice arguments can get annoying, but I personally argue with myself all the frickin’ time, so… I’m leaving it :P


Changed Directions - Chapter 9 (Aftermath)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele
  …Please don't kill me. I was sick for a week, and then had two days of thirteen hour dress rehearsals, then a week of catching up on school work and a weekend of performances. I am truly sorry. Hopefully this'll make up for it a bit.

Author's Note 1: So… I don't own Glee. At all. Unfortunately.

Author's Note 2: Thanks to 'I'm Totally Bugged' from Fanfiction.net who kicked my ass back into gear with this.

I'm gonna just stop talkin' now and let you get to the chappie. Hope you enjoy!


Rachel winced slightly as the last stitch was sewn into the gash on the outside of her left bicep. Several other smaller cuts on her arms, chest and face had been layered with anti-biotic ointment and bandaged. A pretty large black eye and split lip completed the singer's visible injuries; a huge bruise on her right side also had been wrapped up.

Puck sat on the examination table next to her. He looked much better than his friend, with only a few scrapes and a bruise beginning to spread over his cheek. His knuckles were bloody from incapacitating one of the brawlers that tried to stab Rachel with a broken bottle.

"Boss, maybe next time you should get me before entering a fray containing ten huge guys.

Rachel shrugged, hissing as the motion caused her side to twinge. "Aiden and I should've been able to handle it; if that asshole hadn't pulled out the damn knife."


4 Hours Earlier:

A bottle flew over Rachel's head as she shoved her way through the entrance to her club, smashing into the wall. Glass shards rained down, littering her arms and shoulders with shallow cuts and scrapes. Growling in frustration, she began pushing towards where the scuffle was.

"Want som'more, ya stupid
faggot?" was slurred from the mouth of a barrel- chested blond of about twenty-five. He and four other severely intoxicated men were wrestling against two of Rachel's bouncers and three men who had just left the club. Aiden, the bouncer who had let the trio of ex-cheerleaders in, was attempting to hold back the other club patrons, who were angered by the homophobic slurs leaving the five drunkards' mouths. A few of the calmer and more regular club visitors were helping him stop the swarm from tearing the men to pieces.

Rachel frowned, beginning to shove through the crowed surrounding the ten men fighting. Reaching Aiden, she grabbed his arm. "Where did they come from?" She asked, jerking her head towards the five drunkards.

"The bar down the street. They came stumbling out right as you told everyone to leave. They then spotted all our 'gayness' and started shouting things. Crowd got angry, so Daemon and Jack shoved them back, and ended up getting attacked. Three of the closest guys helped them out, and I knew we had to stop everyone else before they tore those guys to pieces… even if they do deserve it." The last bit was mumbled.

"Okay. Keep them all back. If you see things get out of hand, call the cops." Receiving a nod, the singer pushed towards the fighters. Stepping between all of them, she glanced at the bouncers, secretly ordering them to back off; grabbing the other three, they did so. Turning back to the other five men, who had packed together near the street, she frowned. "Okay, you five. You're obviously drunk; and while that definitely doesn't excuse the slurs you've been screaming at my friends, I'll let it slide this once. Either let me call you a cab, or get the hell out of here."

"Are you one of them too, bitch? You a
dyke?" The blond, obviously the group's ringleader, turned towards his friends. "Look at this lesbo. Thinks she can send us on our way. I don't think so." He pulled out a knife.

Shit. Was the first thought that went through Rachel's mind. Raising her hands she took a small step back. "Take it easy. I don't want to have to bring the cops in on this."

"Shut up, you stupid dyke." He charged towards her, slashing at her gut. Side stepping him, she brought a knee up into his groin. He fell with a groan. Turning back, she caught a fist to the face. Grabbing the puncher's arm, she levered him over her shoulder, smashing him into another of the drunkards. The last two, came towards her at the same time, one quickly ramming an elbow into her side, slamming her into the ground. He was thrown away from her by Puck.

"Need some help, boss?" He offered a hand, pulling her to her feet.

"Thanks, Noah." A gasp left her mouth as she felt sharp metal slash deep in her arm. The blond had gotten up. The bartender grabbed his wrist, snapping it. The knife fell, and was quickly grabbed by the mow-hawked man.

Alarms blared suddenly. Blue and red lights flashed through the crowd, and soon the five men were wrestled to the ground and placed in handcuffs.

Blood ran down Rachel's arm as she talked to the police. "Ma'am, I think it'd be best if you got that cut checked before we finish this report." Puck stepped forward.

"I'll take her. Come on, Rach."

"That is my boyfriend and best friend in there! I deserve to see if they're okay!"

"Joder! Listen you idiots! The police told us there was a fuckin' knife involved. If someone stabbed Berry I wanna know, so I can kill the hijo de puta myself!"

Rachel raised an eyebrow at the voices of Kurt and Santana, whose' arguments with the nurses were rising in volume. Quinn quietly slipped inside the door, drawing the attention of the room's two occupants.

"How the hell-?" Puck asked.

"I slipped by while S and Kurt started screaming in everyones' faces."

Frowning at the numerous bandages and bruises adorning the small brunette's upper body, the woman quickly crossed to the singer's side. "Jesus, Rachel. What happened? Looks like you were in a war zone."

"Trust me, this is nothing compared to a war zone."

"It's a lot coming from a bar fight. Even with a knife."

Rachel shrugged. "Okay, yeah, I was kinda jumped after I told my bouncers to back off."

"You did what?" Quinn shrieked.

"I didn't want any of my guys getting hurt, plus I needed them to hold back the crowed that wanted to tear those five homophobic morons apart. I didn't expect one of the bastards to draw a knife!"

"There were five of them, Rachel! FIVE! And you thought you could take them out by yourself?" Quinn latched onto the singer's shoulders, shaking her slightly. A wince from the woman caused the blonde to loosen her grip. "What happened to your arm?"

Rachel mumbled an unintelligible reply.

"She got cut by the guy with the knife after getting smashed into the ground. Don't worry; he won't be holding anything with that hand for a while." Puck smirked self-satisfactorily.

"You got cut too!" Quinn glared at the brunette, who in turn was glaring at the mow-hawked bartender. Then she turned to the ex-HBIC and tilted her head slightly, studying the hazel-eyed beauty.

"Are you going to yell at me about everything that just happened? Cause if so, can I ask you something before you storm out in anger?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow in silent question, before nodding consent.

"Two questions actually, since I really do not want a repeat of high school. First, are you single?" The blonde's eyes widened in shock. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Next, and please don't slap me, I'd rather not have another bruise added to this shiner, can I take you on a date?"


So… A little taste of possible Faberry.

Also, anyone else hear bout this whole Fafaberry thing? I am kinda hooked on it now… Heh. Especially while having to wait for Glee to come back. It's about 13 days now, right? Too long…

Chapter 10 is in the works!!

Reviews are so lovely! I hope you leave some!

Changed Directions - Chapter 8 (Slowed Down)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele

Author's Note 1: I don't own Glee, it belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox. I don't own the songs, they belong respectively to Lady Antebellum and the Monkees.

Author's Note 2: Puck singing is in bold and Rachel singing is in italics and both them singing is in bold and italic.

Have fun.

Rated M


Santana, Brittany and Quinn sat quietly at the table, lost in thought. The woman whom all their thoughts were based around had left to 'take a breather'.

"She told you, I take it?"

Kurt and Puck slid into the bench across from them, Puck's arm slung around the falsetto's shoulders.

"Her best friend dying and herself becoming semi-crippled." Santana shook her head. "I would never have pictured Berry in any branch of the military." She snorted. "'Course, I never would have thought she was gay either; what with, Jesse St. Jackass, Finn and Puck."

The man in question chuckled. "Well, think about the guys she dated as they are now." Quinn raised an eyebrow in question. Holding up three fingers, he counted off. "Gay. Gay. Bi."

"That's like… A triple rainbow…" Brittany muttered.

"Wait. You're bi?" Santana looked between the two men.

Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes. The ex-jock pulled his boyfriend tighter into his side. "Well, I was. That is, until I found my perfect match." A quick kiss was shared, leaving both men with goofy grins. Santana made a whipping noise and gestured towards Puck. The mow-hawked man just smirked. "I could say the same for you."

Brittany was placed on her lap, arms wrapped around the Latina's neck, whose own hands were wrapped around the tall blonde's waist. Smiling, the woman brought her girlfriend closer. "And proud of it!"

Quinn watched the two couples with slight envy. As content as she was with the hook-ups and no-strings-attached dating, it was just that. Contentment. She hadn't found anything or anyone she wanted enough to go beyond the 'content' zone. Her last serious girlfriend was during her sophomore year at NYU, and they both knew it wouldn't last. The girl had ended up transferring across the country to the UNLV, and that was the end of it.

Now, seeing the love and happiness in her friends' eyes as they looked at their partners, Quinn felt a pang of longing for someone she could love with that intensity; and someone who would love her back with the same passion.

Rachel suddenly popped into her mind. How good she felt pressed up against the singer. The ache to hold her when the pain filled brown eyes as she retold her past to them.

Quinn frowned. She probably has a girlfriend. Besides, why go for me when she probably has girls falling all over her.

"What has you all frowniful, baby mama?" Quinn glanced up, startled, not realizing how lost in thought she had gotten. She watched as Puck was smacked on the back of the head by his boyfriend. "Ow!" The mow-hawked man rubbed a hand over the, now stinging, area. "What was that for?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I doubt Quinn enjoys being called that anymore. Actually, I doubt she ever liked being called it at all."

The blonde chuckled. "Nah, it's fine." Shrugging at Kurt's incredulous look, she took a sip from the drink in her hand. Purple Heart. She blinked in realization. Named for her friends that lost their lives." That's what Rachel had meant. The frown returned to the woman's face. Three of her companions glanced at each other, perplexed by their friend's mood swings. Brittany just grabbed her fellow blonde's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry; I think she likes you too." Quinn stared into the blue eyes piercing her, surprised. Brittany never ceased to amaze her with how perceptive she could be.

A blush rose to stain her cheeks as she noticed the smirks Puck and Santana were giving her. However, Kurt looked slightly apprehensive. "Um… What exactly did Rachel say about Alexis' death?"

"Just that she had died in the same shooting Rachel was injured in." Santana replied.

The falsetto sighed. "I don't think she'd want me to tell you anything more, if she didn't say herself; but, if you do pursue anything, Quinn, just know that she is fragile. Not physically, but-" he paused, unsure of what to say without telling them things that weren't his right to tell. "Just understand that she's been through a lot, and a fling is not what she needs."

The former HBIC looked questioningly into the man's eyes, before nodding. "I don't want a fling either. I used to, but not anymore. Watching how happy you four are, I want something like that."

Kurt smiled in a slightly frightening manner. "Good. Because I would have to personally make you regret it if you were to hurt my LBF." Quinn shivered at the serious threat behind his comment before nodding again.

"LBF?" Santana questioned.

Kurt's smile returned to genuine and warm as he chuckled. "Lesbian Best Friend." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of which, where did she go?" The three women pointed towards the backdoor that they had seen the singer go through. "Damn it. She knows that's bad for her voice, not to mention life threatening." He stood up. "I'll go get her. She has her final set coming up anyway." With that said he quickly left the table and slipped through the door, leaving the Unholy Trinity to stare at Puck with confusion.

"She picked up smoking at some point while in Basic Training. She doesn't do it too often to be seriously damaging, but Kurt really doesn't like it." The shock on the faces of the three women caused Puck to shake his head. "She really did change a lot in the last four years." He frowned thoughtfully. "Five really. You may not have noticed, but she was different during senior year; quieter, but even more forceful about competitions and being our best at dancing, singing and everything."

"She must've been hoping for a college scout to offer a full-ride scholarship." Quinn said. "I never realized her family wasn't financially set. I mean, she never talked about it."

"She didn't talk about a lot of things that didn't have to do with school or Broadway or getting out of Lima." Brittany said quietly. Again Quinn was struck by her insightfulness. Before she could reply the lights dimmed and the DJ's music quieted. Kurt slipped back into his place next to Puck as a spotlight illuminated Rachel. She sat on a stool, an acoustic guitar held in her arms. The fedora was back on her head, casting shadows over her face.

"Hey again, ya'll." She spoke into the mic. "So, I hope you've been enjoying yourself." This was met by whistles and cheers. "Good good. Ok, so now I'm gonna slow things down, since it's nearing closing and it's probably good to calm things down before kicking everyone out, yes? Anyways, I've got about two of them I can fit in before we hit three AM."

"Shit, is it really already three?" Quinn flipped open her phone, seeing 2:35AM glare back at her. "Damn it, I have a shoot in the morning."

"No you don't. Your assistant called while you were getting ready. Your schedule got cleared for tomorrow, and she practically ordered you to take a day off, since you never do. Now shush." Brittany placed a finger to her lips before turning back towards the stage.

"Now, I'm gonna have to ask my main bartender, and best friend's boyfriend, to come up hear and sing this with me." She gestured to the table, and Puck stood up with a grin. "We sang this in my old glee club once. To a bunch of pretty assholish football jocks too. To make this authentic, I'll even let him play my baby. You get a scratch on her, Puckerman, and you die." Handing over the guitar, she placed herself near a second microphone, allowing Puck to use the stool. Strumming the instrument quickly to test it's tuning, the man quickly started playing a familiar melody. Someone began a drum beat in the background, and another person was seated at a piano in the corner.

Smiling, Rachel grabbed the mic.

Picture-perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

Puck grinned as he saw the woman glance towards the back table, knowing she was looking at a certain blonde ex-cheerleader.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call, but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

Turning out, the man locked eyes with his boyfriend.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind?
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

Oh whoa Yes I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all


Rachel suddenly looked down, taking a shuddering breath, before continuing. Puck knew her mind had flashed back to a much different location, with a much more deadly atmosphere. And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now

Oh baby I need you now

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

As the audience cheered, Puck noticed a single tear course down Rachel's cheek. Turning out, he quickly caught the attention of the club-goers, giving the brunette a chance to compose herself. "So, did ya'll enjoy that?" Shouts of approval coursed through the room. "Awesome. Well, I'm gonna turn the mic back over to the boss, and get back to my boyfriend." He handed the guitar back to Rachel, and hopped off stage.

"Now, I know you all know this song, so when we hit the chorus I hope you join in with me." She began strumming a very familiar tune, causing nearly everyone to smile.

Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But six rings and I rise;
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.


Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

About half the crowd had joined in. Rachel shook her head. "Now I know ya'll can do better than that."

You once thought of me
As a white knight on his steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend,
But how much, baby, do we really need?

The entire audience sang out.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen?

"Thanks, ya'll. Now, it's about three o'clock, so I have got to shoo ya'll out, clean and close." A round of boos followed this announcement. "Aw, I feel loved. But it really must happen. I do actually need some sleep. And with the amount of drinking I've seen most of you do, you'll need some too, trust me." Laughter rang through the group. "Okay, now shoo shoo." She flapped her hands towards the doors. With a few nods, patrons began to file out.

"I've never seen a club stay this full until closing; and I've seen a lot of clubs at closing time." Santana glanced at the huge line of people heading through the door.

"Rachel definitely knows how to run her place to draw the crowds, and her voice is one of the things that keep them here." Puck smiled at his friend, who was walking towards their table.

"Noah, I know you love your boy and all, but I am not paying you to cuddle with Kurt while there is cleaning that needs to happen." Sighing, the man stood up and walked into the backroom to grab the cleaning supplies. Turning to the three girls, Rachel smiled. "You three are welcome to stay until this place is fully closed up. It'll be a bit of a nightmare getting a cab until all these people," she jerks her thumb at the crowded doorway, "are gone." Just as they were nodding with agreement, a bottle was heard shattering outside. Rachel groaned. "Fuck. Can't I have one night without having to break up a fight or call the cops?" Shaking her head, the singer began pushing through the crowd. Kurt frowned, standing up. "Puck, get your ass out here and help Rach break up the fight outside." Puck ran out, growling at the sound of more breaking glass.

Ok! Longest chapter yet! Though still not as long as you'd probably like… Sorry.

Need You Now with Rach and Puck is awesome, and I love listening to it, and yeah.

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Changed Directions - Chapter 7 (Desperation)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele

Author's Note 1: Dunno why this one was such a bitch to start. But once I got going it flowed pretty smoothly. This is definitely a more angst ridden one, just so you know.

Author's Note 2: I have a cousin in the Navy, but I do not know a lot about the military process, so please, if it's really inaccurate just go with it.

Author's Note 3: I do not own Glee, or anything to do with the Military. Please don't sue. I have nothing.


"What happened to Broadway, Rachel?"

The short brunette stiffened slightly; eyes glazing over with a faraway look. "I was wondering when one of you was going to ask that. It's a bit of a long story, but I'll give you the over-view. It started off as a money situation." She shook her head. "It may have seemed like I thought Broadway was a surety; but I knew that I needed a degree as a back-up. Not just an arts degree either, something to fall back on. But I also wanted to pursue my dream, so a New York school was a must. But money was tight." The ex-diva tilted her head, piercing the other three women with mocha eyes. "Remember when those recruiters came during senior year?" She was met with confused frowns, and sighed. "The military recruiters." The frowns soon morphed into wide-eyed shock. "Remember what they said as a main convincer?"

"Enlist and you'd basically get a free ride into college." Quinn whispered.



"I got a scholarship to NYU, dad!"

"How much, sweetie?"

"A halfway ride." She heard the sigh and hurried to continue. "I can get student loans! And work a couple jobs to pay them off."

"Honey, I just don't think we can afford it." The tall African-American man placed a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. "Why not check out other schools in less expensive areas? Broadway can wait a few years."

She looked away. "Yeah."

The next day the signs were up: Serve Your Country AND Pay For College.

Military recruiters stood in the cafeteria giving out pamphlets and talking to students. The brunette watched Dave Karofsky talking with a Navy officer, and another member of the football team was listening to an Army sergeant. The woman wearing an Air Force uniform stood, unoccupied, near the wall. Rachel crossed quietly over to lean against the wall next to her.

She didn't want anyone to notice her interest in the recruiter, especially any Glee clubers. The last thing she needed was to be cornered and questioned during rehearsal. But, the posters words wouldn't leave her head. '…Pay For College'. It's a solution, and she's desperate enough to consider it.

"You'd rather not draw attention to your interest in the military, wouldn't you?"

Rachel jumped slightly at the words suddenly spoken casually by the woman next to her. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she nodded.

"How old are you?"


"Okay. Take my card, and call me afterschool. We can meet up for coffee and talk."

Rachel stared at the rectangle of paper being held out to her. She could refuse, search for another school, try for other scholarships, even skip out on college and work for a while. Or she could take the card. Taking it wouldn't necessarily mean she was making a definite decision, right?

Except she knew herself. She knew that if she took that card she was more than likely going to call; more than likely going to talk to this woman, and more than likely going to enlist. Because she was desperate; and a desperate Rachel Berry would do anything to achieve her goals.

Her hand enclosed around the card of the Air Force recruiter.


"You joined the Air Force?" The question brought Rachel back from her thoughts.

"Yes, Santana. Not exactly my most well thought out decision. But, I told you already I was a teenager. A desperate teenager. Scratch that. A desperate, impulsive, independent and stupid teenager, with a family with money issues. I found the first out I could and latched onto it. And in doing so I lost the chance at my dreams."

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked.

Rachel sighed.


"Hey, I'm Alexis Davenbrook. Call me Alex."

The girl was about half a foot taller than Rachel, with a lanky build and caramel colored skin. Short raven black hair with blonde highlights flopped over one of her emerald green eyes. Toned muscles showed through the tight black t-shirt and cargo pants that were the casual uniform for the new Air Force recruits.

"Rachel Berry."

"How did you get pulled into this, short-stuff?"

The diva frowned slightly, before she saw the teasing smirk on the other girl's face. Smacking her, Rachel shrugged.

"Money issues."

Alex nodded. "Same."


"You're fuckin' crazy, Davenbrook!" Rachel was near tears. "You could die out there!"

Alex nodded. "I know that. But I am going to serve my goddamn country alongside my family, Rach. I may have enlisted because I was poor as shit, but I found more acceptance here than with my own flesh and blood; I'm comfortable here with my brothers and sisters. I feel like I actually belong."

Rachel grabbed her best friend's wrist as the woman tried to continue to the offices.

"I'm going with you."

Alex whirled around. "What? No! Rachel, you can't do that!" She latched onto Rachel's shoulders, shaking her slightly. "You have dreams. Broadway, remember? You can't just give that up."

"Broadway can wait." Rachel said, echoing the words her father spoke a year and a half ago. "I'm coming with you." Alex shook her head. "No, Alex, you don't get a say in this. If you're going, then so am I." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "You know how stubborn I can be, Davenbrook. I won't change my mind. Besides, someone has to keep your ass from being kicked."

Sighing, Alexis pulled away, knowing she wouldn't be able to change the other girl's mind.


Rachel didn't realize she was screaming as she saw Alex fall. Ignoring the pain of several bullet holes in her body, the brunette dragged herself towards her best friend. Collapsing at her side, she saw the huge, red wet patch on the other woman's chest. Alex's glassy empty eyes were the last thing she saw before blackness enveloped her.

"ALEXIS!" Rachel shot up, nearly ripping several IVs from her body.

"Berry, calm down." Rachel's head jerked to the side, hoping to see the mischievous smile of her best friend. Instead she was met with the pitying gaze of her old recruiting officer, Miranda Smith.

"Alex. Is she…" She couldn't choke out the rest of the question. Miranda looked down. A animalistic cry of grief tore from Rachel's throat.


Placing her uniform jacket, now adorned with a Purple Heart, on the ground next to the grave, Rachel stood staring at the limestone marker.

Alexis Trix Davenbrook

October 3rd, 1993 – October 4th, 2014

'Forever remembered among her brother and sister fliers'

Tears fell in a steady stream down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Alexis." She gripped the black rose tightly in her hand, ignoring the pain of the thorns digging into her palms. "I promised to keep you alive. It should've been me. It should've been me." The words became a whispered mantra as she sunk to her knees, gripping the headstone tightly, sobs wracking her body.


"One of the bullets hit my lung, another nearly shattered my knee. I can still sing, but Broadway length notes aren't possible any more. As for dancing, nothing extraneous. My Broadway dream died before I could begin it. And my best friend died along with it."

Brittany slid around the table, pulling Rachel into a tight hug.

So you now know why Rachel isn't on Broadway, and got a bit of a glimpse at her past.

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Changed Directions - Chapter 6 (Rainbow Glee Club)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele
Author's Note 1: I decided to split the interrogation chapter into a couple chapters. So I'm sorry if you wanted a longer chapter…

Author's Note 2: I don't own Glee; if I did, I think all of these couples would be cannon, Fox would hate it, and the show would probably be on LOGO (Main gay tv network) instead.


Rated M


Rachel slid into the opposite side of the booth from the three ex-Cheerios that were staring at her with varying levels of shock and curiosity. "Ok, so I have a few things to say before being interrogated." She held up a finger. "First, please ask one at a time, I don't like headaches." She held up a second finger. "I hold the right to veto a question, constant badgering will not make me any more likely to answer, so I wouldn't bother trying." She paused before shrugging to herself. "Alright, that's it. Let the questions begin."

"How the fuck did you become gay?" Santana blurted out.

Rachel snorted. "I never became gay, Santana. I've known about my attraction to the female form since freshman year. However, I was already mistreated for having two dads, and at the bottom of the social ladder because of my ambition, I didn't need to be kicked further down for being a lesbian. I know that sounds terrible, but I was teenager too, I made mistakes, and hid myself. I didn't use Jesse and Finn though, if you're wondering. Denial is a very powerful thing." She gazed out over the dance floor.

"Pick up the da- KURT! I need your help, please."

"Rachel? Honey, why are you crying? Where are you?" The worry was evident in the boy's voice.

"I'm at the park near your house. Please, get over here."

"I'll be there in just a few minutes, hon."

Kurt's concern grew as he saw his fellow diva huddled form sitting on top of one of the park's picnic benches. Taking in the tear tracks on her cheeks, he quickly pulled Rachel into a hug which she returned, burying her face in his neck.

"Sweetie, what happened? What's wrong?"

The brunette pulled back to face her best friend; they'd grown close after his transfer to Dalton and had stayed close through junior year and his subsequent return to McKinley.

Kurt's frown grew at the clear pain, fear, and confusion etched in her face. "Hon, I need you to talk to me."

"I… Kurt. I'm such a coward. Such a fucking coward. How did you do it? How do you handle being-" She cut herself off, looking down at her hands.

Realization dawned on the boy's face. "Being gay?"

Rachel winced, and then nodded, burying her head in her hands.

Kurt looked out over the park. "It wasn't easy. We live in a small town, with a lot of bigoted people, as you know from growing up having two gay parents. I've had to deal with close minded people, insults, bullying, sometimes violence. But, I realized something. Being myself? True to who I am, and embracing that person? It's worth all of the bullshit I've had to go through." He placed an arm around the girl's shoulder. "It also taught me that the people who are my real friends will stick with me, and support me, and love me no matter what gender I'm attracted to. I'm here for you too Rachel, even if I can't gush over guys with you." He winked at her.

She gave a watery chuckle, a small smile now adorning her face. A thank you was whispered past her lips before she engulfed him in a hug again.

"I'd better get home. I kinda ran out on my dads in the middle of our movie night." They both stood up. "Kurt I… I don't think I'm ready to come out yet."

He smiled at her. "I understand, hon. When you are ready, just know that I'm here for you. So will your dads, and Blaine. So will Glee Club." He pulled her into another hug, then walked back home, not seeing the diva sit there for another half hour, contemplating his words, before heading home herself.


Rachel shook out of the memory, turning back to the trio across from her. "Sorry, took a bit of a trip down memory lane there."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "I asked if you ever told Finn you were gay. 'Cause I would've loved seeing him realize three of the girls he dated are now gay."

The singer stared at Santana in slight disbelief, before bursting out in loud laughter. It took a minute to stop the gut wrenching chuckles, tears of merriment rolling down her cheeks. "You don't know?" She turned to Quinn. "You never kept in contact with Sam?"

Quinn frowned. "Not really. Kurt and Mercedes are the only Glee clubers any of us have really kept contact with."

"Well. Let me just say that it seems Karofsky and Azimo weren't actually incorrect in stating that our Glee club was full of homos."

"No way!" Santana shouted in disbelief.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, Sam and Finn got together a year back. They come here regularly when they aren't touring. At the moment they and their band are performing with Warped Tour."

"Band?" Quinn asked.

"Mhm. They started up in college."

"What're they called?" Brittany asked.

Rachel chuckled again. "Out, Proud and Open."

"Fuckin' eh. Anyone else part of our rainbow parade?"

"Not that I know of, Santana. Asian Fusion is still together, Mercedes is dating a member of the Green Bay Packers, and Matt and Artie are still single the last I heard."

"You keep in contact with everyone still?" Quinn asked with a little surprise.

Rachel shrugged. "Not really. But Kurt does. I trade emails once in a while, that's about it."

Brittany whispered in Santana's ear causing her to chuckle.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

Brittany grinned. "Every guy you and Quinn dated ended up gay."


I have serious hate for Finn. He's a manipulative asshole. But I had a few requests for a Sam-Finn relationship, so I put them in, but they'll only make random appearances, because I still hate him.

Hope you like. Sorry again for the delay.

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Changed Directions - Chapter 5 (Drinks)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele

Author's Note 1: Definitely not my favorite chapter… I just needed a filler before I could get to the heavier stuff. Plus my weekends are so much busier than my week days… Hence why this is being posted at 9pm three days after my last post, while the other four were posted once per day.

Author's Note 2: I do not own Glee, I do not own Wicked.


Upon reaching the bar Rachel called over her shoulder to the trifecta behind her, "what would you guys like?" After a minute of no replies, she turned around. Santana's eyes flew up from where they had obviously been resting on her ass, but got stuck on her chest, which Brittany was already unabashedly ogling, and Quinn was still in the daze that had surrounded her since dancing with the brunette, eyes slightly glazed over and staring at the wall.

Raising an eyebrow, Rachel snapped her fingers loudly in their faces, causing all three girls to jump a foot in the air. "As much as I enjoy having the former rulers of my high school drooling over my body, and trust me I do enjoy it, I was kind of hoping for actual vocal conversation when I heard you three were coming to pay a visit. Plus," she deftly leapt over the bar, "I make a mean set of drinks and would love for you to try one. What're ya in the mood for?"

Brittany was the first one to shake out of the stupor induced by the drastically changed diva. "Could I get a strawberry daiquiri?"

"Sure thing, Britt." The shaker and bottle were nearly a blur as liquor was poured in, and fresh strawberries crushed. With a last flip of the shaker and clink of glass, the drink was pushed in front of the tall blonde. Turning to the other two ex-Cheerios, Rachel smirked. "And for you two?"

Santana blinked. "What the fuck, Berry? When did this," she gestured around the club, at the drink, and at the singer, "all happen?"

"Drinks first; interrogations afterwards. Now order up, or I'll fix something for you."

Quinn was gazing down at the bar where the former diva's hands were noticed scars dotted over the fingers, wrists and travelling up Rachel's arms. Noticing the blonde's stare, Rachel tilted her head to one side, watching the hazel eyes trace over the permanent signs of her past four years. Quinn's gaze continued up the girl's arms to her neck, over her lips and locked with chocolate brown eyes. Quinn blushed and looked down again.

Santana's eyebrow rose at the interaction between her best friend and their former Glee captain. Realizing both seemed to have forgotten where they were, she decided to interrupt, and issue a little challenge to the brunette. "I'll have what you think I'd like, Berry."

Rachel smirked at the obvious dare in Santana's order. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this Santana. Grabbing a bottle hidden under the counter, the club owner proceeded to create a dark concoction that flashed green in the light.

Santana eyed it dubiously before taking a sip. Her eyes widened. "Shit! This is amazing. What's it called?"

"I thought you'd like something minty. And that little beauty is called the Wizard's Green Elixir."

"Why?" Brittany asked.

"Wicked. Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty. I've got one more night left here in town. So have another drink of green elixir, and we'll have ourselves a little mixer. Have another swallow little lady and follow me down."

"Yes, she may have become a badass, but she still loves her show tunes."

Puck had crept up behind Rachel as she sang and was now leaning against the bar, obviously in search of someone, no doubt his boyfriend. "Take a break and go find your boy, Puckerman." Puck grinned and leapt over the bar. The brunette smiled after him and began prepping another drink. This one was deep red with a purple swirl. She passed it to Quinn. "This one's called Purple Heart."

"Why's that?" Quinn asked softly.

Rachel's eyes darkened slightly. "It's named for some friends of mine."

The former cheerleader nodded, taking a sip of the drink in front of her. The alcohol had just enough burn to remind the drinker it was there, but a blend of different berries took away most of the bite. "This is delicious, thank you." Rachel paused in mixing a fourth drink to give the blonde a small smile.

"What's that one called?" Brittany pointed at the golden colored drink in the brunette's hand.

"A Liquid Gold Star."

The Unholy Trinity rolled their eyes and chuckled. Of course Rachel, changed as she was, would still keep her infamous metaphor alive.

Hopping back over the bar, the brunette gestured towards a large unoccupied booth in the corner. "Let us have a little chat, shall we? I'm sure you're dying to ask all those questions that have been swirling around in your brains since ya'll realized you were in a club owned by former Diva, New Directions captain, wannabe Broadway Star, Rachel Berry."


So… As I said before, definitely my worst chapter so far… And again with the shortness, sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will give me a better feel and will be more enjoyable for you.

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Changed Directions - Chapter 4 (Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele

Author's Note 1: Thanks for all the reviews and favs and alerts! It means a lot to me.

Author's Note 2: Sorry all the chapters have been so short so far, but I don't plan when to end them. I just get this feel that I should stop writing, and so I do.

Author's Note 3: The song is Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy by Lene Alexandra and/or Tata Young:

www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=jlYJz3ruMFs

I'd suggest listening while reading, I put it on repeat as I wrote it ;)

All lyrics changes are in bold (couldn't have her singin' bout guys after all)

Author's Note 4: I do not own Glee, I do not own the song Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me, and I am a poor high school student without a job, so please don't sue me.

Rated M



"So, I have another song with a good dance beat; thought you might enjoy it." The brunette grinned with a cocked eyebrow, pulling the mic from the stand.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy

She cocked a hip out, running fingers down her thigh.

Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

This drew whistles from the audience.

When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

Quinn licked suddenly dry lips, watching the woman's hips sway.

I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys and girls fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the girls who don't have the
Right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll

The singer stepped down into the crowed, moving into the center of the floor. Pulling girls and boys alike to dance with her she placed a hand on her hat and arched back, thrusting her ample chest outward.

People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent

She smirked, running a hand down a girl's neck, before moving on to another section of the dance floor. Quinn found herself pushing through the crowed to follow her; but the mass of bodies was a wall of flesh, stopping her in her attempt. Instead she prayed that the brunette would cross towards her section of the floor.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class 'bout an hour late and when it came to the girls I'd lay, I'd always pick the ones who won't figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy

The brunette was now sandwiched between two muscular guys whose hands were all over each other.

People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

Sexy, sexy, sexy

She slid along a line of dancers, fingers grazing cheeks, necks and collar bones.

Naughty, naughty, naughty

She ground into a girl and pressed a searing and short kiss to her lips. The girl was in a daze as the singer pranced away.

Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy

She flipped off the crowd, drawing a roar of approval.


Hopping back on the stage she tore off her hat, tossing it behind her. Her hair whipped around, sticking to her sweat soaked skin, still covering half her face and throwing the rest into shadows.

Sexy, sexy, sexy

Naughty, naughty, naughty

Bitchy, bitchy, bitchy


People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent

Feeling two sets of arms wrap around her, Quinn tore her eyes away from the singing sex goddess long enough to see her two friends staring at her also, with unabashed lust in both their eyes.

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

She jumped onto the dance floor again, this time dancing across it with a purpose.

I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my girls I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

Distracted by the provocative moves the singer was producing, Quinn didn't notice she was coming closer until she was shoved forward, by Brittany and Santana, into her arms. The blonde was flipped around and felt the woman press into her back, hot breath running across her ear as the last words were stage whispered into her ears, causing a shudder to course through her body.

I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls ...bitchy
Can't change I am
Sexy naughty bitchy me

The club erupted into applause, catcalls and suggestive comments. The DJ started playing again and the two women were left alone on the edge of the dance floor.

"Well, well. The head Cheerio is as much of a Fruit Loop as her two counterparts." Quinn sucked in a breath. The voice, raspier and more confident, was a familiar one.

"Hey, sorry to break up this moment; but I need to say that was so ho-" Santana froze in front of the two women, who were still pressed together. Her eyes widened. "B- Berry? Holy shit!"

"Hello, Santana. Hope you and Britt liked the bathroom. I've learned from personal experience that it's better to design them to be comfortable, spacious and," she chuckled, "private." Santana's jaw dropped simultaneously with Quinn's.

"Hey, Rachel!"

Rachel gave Quinn's hips a last squeeze before releasing her to give Brittany a hug.

"Hey Britt." She gestured towards an open corner of the bar, and began to walk over with the taller blonde.

Santana and Quinn shared an amazed glance, conveying the same thing.

Holy fuckin' shit.


Bit more Trinity salivating. Bit of Faberry. Hope it's enough to tide you over, though I know it's another cliffy. What can I say, I like to keep ya'll on your toes. And really, I end the chapter when it has the feel of ending. They will probably get longer eventually, for now I have to set the stage, ya know?

I will love you forever if you picked up on the Glee line references I made.

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Changed Directions - Chapter 3 (Toxic)
Rachel Berry, Glee, Lea Michele

Author's Note 1: I was hoping to update this sooner, but my muse disappeared for just a little while. Luckily it wasn't longer than a day. Thank you for all the reviews and follows and favorites, they make my day better. Hope this is enough Trio salivation for now.

Author's Note 2: I do not own Glee, Ryan Murphy and Fox do. Nor do I own Toxic; that belongs to Britney and her amazing voice.

Rated M for later events.


Quinn froze as the room started to quiet down. Her eyes drank in the sexy goddess standing in the middle of the stage. Crimson skinny jeans looked painted onto long legs, accenting a tight backside. A white t-shirt fit like a second skin underneath the woman's black jean vest, which was open enough to show the shirt's plunging neckline and a hint of mouth-watering cleavage. Long, wavy locks of luscious brown hair cascaded around her shoulders accenting the golden brown skin of her neck and face, which was half hidden under a black fedora pulled down over one eye. Quinn's eyes landed on her lips last, they were a deep shiny red, lifted in a confident smirk.

"Holy shit." Quinn jumped. She hadn't even noticed Santana and Brittany come back to her side. "She's so fucking hot!" Santana exclaimed; if Quinn weren't sure of the Latina's dedication to Brittany she was positive the girl would jump the woman in front of them, regardless of the mass of people occupying the club. Brittany seemed just as captivated, if her glassy-eyed stare was any proof.

Mine. The former HBIC's eyes widened as the word growled through her mind. She hadn't even met the girl yet and she was already jealous. The dark beauty probably had a girlfriend, and Quinn was content with her status of single with some one-night stands, and even fewer dates. Wasn't she?

Her thought process was interrupted as music began to flow through the speakers. A husky voice filled the room.

Baby, can't you see I'm callin'.

A girl like you should wear a warnin'.

It's dangerous, I'm fallin'.

Each word dripped with sex and sharp intakes of breath were heard from all three women at the bar; none being able to remove their eyes from the entrancing sight of the singer.

There's no escape I can't wait

I need a hit, baby, give me it

You're dangerous, I'm loving it.

The temperature in the room rose as the dance floor became a single mass of grinding bodies.

Too high, can't come down

Losing my head

Spinning round and round

Do you feel me now?

With a taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic?

Brittany grabbed her girlfriend and best friend by the arms and dragged them onto the floor.

It's getting late to give you up

I took a sip from my Devil's cup

Slowly taking over me.

Too high, can't come down

It's in the air

And it's all around

Can you feel me now?

Quinn's back was pressed into Santana's front, who, in turn, was pressed into Brittany, whose hands were running up and down Quinn's sides. The shorter blonde stared at the woman on stage, and felt their eyes lock, molten chocolate piercing through her.

With a taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic?

Don't you know that you're toxic?

The moment passed as the singer closed her eyes, filling each line with more passion. Quinn gasped as her senses returned, heart pounding against her rib cage and covered in a sheen of sweat.

With a taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?

And I love what you do

Don't you know that you're toxic?

Quinn felt Santana flip around to face Brittany and knew they were off to find a wall or bathroom stall. She definitely would need to find someone to take home tonight; or more likely someone to spend the night with, since her best friends were more than likely going to be at it all night, and they were loud.

Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now

As the last note rang through the club Quinn's eyes once more met the singer's. The brunette's chest was heaving, but she still managed to smirk and send a wink towards the blonde, who promptly blushed and had to forcibly hold back a moan.

"Hope you enjoyed that." The sultry voice rasped, rousing shouts of approval from everyone.


Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are food for this brain child and help inspire me.


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