WICKED? WHAT? OH DEAR OZ?!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except this Storyline and plot. Glee (TV Series), Wicked (Broadway Musical), Wizard of Oz (Movie), DeviantArt of Glee Characters as Oz Characters, Glee Fan Trailers on Youtube, All Music mentioned all belong to their respective labels and what not.

Rating: PGR

Warning: Use of very, very mild profanity, a bit of violence and bullying. Do Not Read if you're easily offended.

Genre: Drama, Fantasy

Crossover with: Wicked

Era: Alternate Universe - Season 2

Notes: For a while now I've been wanting to post this story, but felt i should finish some of my other work.
This story was inspired by a drawing I saw on DeviantArt, it was so adorable. It basically featured The Unholy Trinity and Rachel as Characters from OZ, ever since then I've had this little story sitting on the side lines.

Just a heads up there will be discrepancies with this Wicked/Oz storyline, it is an AU you know, and hey, it's a story. Lol. (And there are some things that just wouldn't work otherwise).

I will only put the disclaimer up once because it gets annoying having to put it in every chapter.

Ships: Quinn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, Elphaba/Glinda

Chapter 1:

'Born free, as free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows, I'm so damn bored,' Rachel sang to herself in her head, 'Are those even the lyrics?'

You may ask why Rachel was singing that in her head right now. There were two reasons for this;

Reason number one: Mr Schuester had them all doing Booty Camp, and when she says all, she means ALL; even those of them who had years upon years of dancing lessons
and the WHY was he having them do this?
Because of reason number two: A 191cm tall (6ft and 3 inches) leading man who still couldn't seem to get his rights and his lefts in proper coordination no matter how much Mr Schuester, Mike or Brittany tried to help him.

Everyone was getting annoyed and/or bored, apart from Brittany who always seemed to have fun no matter what she was doing, Santana was filing her nails, Quinn was reading a book, again, most other people were trying to follow Mr Schuester's lead and Rachel, well, she started singing made up lyrics to Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik - The Allegro in her head to cope with the boredom of going over steps she knew how to do since she was about two years old, no exaggeration. Honest.

'Bored, bored bored, I am really bored, bored, bored bored, I am really bored, bored bored, bored bored bored bored bored bored, ba-da da da, okay I have to stop that now,' she said to herself but the tune kept going anyway.

Deciding that she was going to start paying attention again, because she found that when she stopped paying attention, she was usually caught out and made to look like a fool; she started lazily moving around after Mr Schuester's instructions to everyone.

"Santana and Quinn, can you two please join us?" Mr Schuester started in a incredibly annoyed tone.

"No offense Schue, but this is booty camp for those who can't move their booty, so I'm good," Santana said as she went back to filing her nails.

"I think I'm okay," Quinn added as she looked up from her book for a moment.

"Please you two, this is for the team together to do, look even Rachel is doing it," Mr Schuester said as Santana was found glaring at him and Quinn just put her book down in annoyance but got up anyway and took position not too far from Rachel.

Hearing her name mentioned made Rachel prick her head up to see what was going on, she had no idea what he was talking about but figured she better not say anything in case she turned out to be a fool. So she waited for a clue on what to say and do.

"Oh please, the Hobbit was probably so bored she started making up fake lyrics to music in her head," Santana jabbed as Rachel looked stunned at that, not that she'd admit it.

"Regardless, come on everyone, let's start from the top, Rachel, you and Finn together please," Mr Schuester said as Rachel groaned.

"But Mr Schue, I can't dance with him," she started.

"You're dancing with him, no exceptions,"

Rachel trudged over to Finn who looked at her in a very apologetic nature.

See the two had been together, but Finn had told Rachel he wanted to find his inner rock star so he dumped her; she had sought comfort with Jesse St. James, but that turned out to be a complete bust when the donkey's behind threw eggs at her with his peers.

Rachel sighed as Finn patted her shoulder again.

The dance routine was quite simple actually, it was going to be a couple of steps separate from each other before Finn was supposed to take her in his arms and twirl her before letting her go so she could continue her steps. But this was Finn who just couldn't dance, not for the lack of trying though.

"Okay, again, five six seven eight and step," Mr Schuester said as he clapped his hands together.

"Mr Schue, you're going off count again," Brittany piped in as Santana burst out laughing along with Rachel who snickered at the comment.

For his part, Mr Schuester looked slightly put off but shook his head as he kept counting.

"Mr Schuester, you're still counting wrong," Brittany said again.

"Brittany can you please not interrupt me," Mr Schuester started.

"Oh no you don't," Santana said, "You best take advice from Britts, you wanna know why the Cheerios are doing so well? Apart from the fact that Sue yells at us until tomorrow, it's also because of Brittany, so I'd say you bests listens to her, capiche?!"

Everyone turned to look from Santana to Mr Schuester who just gapped and reminded Rachel of a goldfish.

"It's easy," Brittany said as she jumped off the stage with ease, "Okay Finn and Rachel, step together, one two three, one two three, one, two, easy,"

'Indeed, easy,' Rachel thought to herself as Finn looked confused, well, at least he's trying.

To be honest, after the first booty camp Finn had broken her nose, she really wanted to be as far from his limbs as humanly possible at this point, but there was no escaping it. Nationals in New York wasn't too far away, so they'd just have to work harder than normal to get the moves down.

Mr Schuester had given her the duet with Finn, so Rachel guess she'd have to ride this out, after all, she probably was going to face this kind of challenge when she got onto Broadway anyway, the working with people who annoy you part, not the people with no co-ordination part.

After about fifteen minutes Finn had a grin plastered across his face as he was finally getting the steps, but like last time he started to get over enthusiastic as he started to do the dance with Rachel and miscalculated the distance to twirl her and Rachel was sent tumbling and screaming off the stage.

On the way down she hit her head, hard, but she couldn't tell when she hit the bottom as she blacked out to people screaming.

Pain, oh good lords it was the pain that thundered through her head at this current moment.

She was lying face down on what she thought was the sick bay bed, but then realised she was lying on grass as she opened her eyes for a moment...why the heck was she on grass?

Did the New Directions think it'd be a funny joke to put her there?

Muttering could be heard all around her as Rachel tried to get up but couldn't as her head was still pounding like crazy.

"Hello," a perky voice said to her as Rachel tried to focus her eyes back again.

"What? Oh my head hurts," she grumbled.

"Well, just be careful now, you did have quite a fall,"

"I fell? Figures, stupid Finn and his left feet,"

"Finn has left feet?"

"He can't dance, ow," Rachel got up from the ground then realised she wasn't at McKinley anymore, "What the? Where, where the heck am I?"

"Oh, great, you can see again, welcome young one to the merry old land of Oz," the voice said.

Rachel turned her head to look at who was talking, "Miss Rhodes?"

"Rhodes? No you are mistaken, I'm Glinda the Good and you Miss I don't know your name, are in the Land of Oz,"

"I'm, I'm, what?"

"You're in Oz, Welcome to the Land of Oz," Glinda repeated to her.

"Oz?" Rachel squeaked.

"Oh, and be careful, you fell on top of the Nessa...I mean, the Wicked Witch of the East and kinda, well, offed her,"

"I what?" Rachel said as her face drained of blood as she looked down at the poor woman she had crushed from her fall.

"I, I," Rachel stuttered as she gave an almost stressed and amused smile but didn't say anything as she found herself fainting back onto the ground...going in the opposite direction this time.

AN 2: So, that's a quick short introduction to this story, I'm not sure how often I can do updates, but we'll see how it goes. Hope you enjoyed this intro.

AN 3: This note is for those who are reading this story from the 24/04/2014 onwards - some of you may wonder why this is not in the crossover section - it used to be - but I found that it didn't get as many hits and I decided to see what would happen if I switched it for a while; and realised that when left in the regular section of this site, more people were bound to actually see the work (as the numbers seemingly increased in the space of an hour and a bit).
So I have decided to leave it in the 'regular' section; but will state that this is a crossover.
Figured I'd be honest about it.