No one knows Charlotte Fabray.

The curly-haired Quinn was how she was known. The one who wore dresses. The lie.

Sent to a Christian academy her whole previous life, she was hidden. She had nothing to do with Quinn, and Quinn liked it that way. It was clean, it was perfect. Quinn had been able to climb to the top, falling down during her pregnancy days, then manipulating Finn in order to skyrocket back to the top of the pyramid, where she belonged. Where do you think she learned that manipulation, anyway?

Charlie Fabray lived with Quinn's father. In the kindergarten days, Charlie was the favorite. She brought home all the amazing artwork to be hung on the fridge, while all Quinn could do to be an ideal child was her little gymnastics on the balance beam and springboard. That could never compare or make her father happy. Then, Charlie got to go to a Christian academy. She came home every few weekends, which made her parents' hearts grow fonder.

She was an angel to them, and a devil to Quinn.

In the early days, Charlie was the one pushing Quinn into the sandbox without getting a time-out. Charlie was the one who stole Quinn's thunder, her toys, her everything.

And in high school, she was just about to do it again.

With just a phone call, Charlotte gets to live with her daddy & her tattooed stepmother who love her more than anything... more than they could ever love Quinn, anyway. From anyone's eyes, Charlie was perfect. She never got pregnant. She never faked it or tried to hide who she was. She never got kicked out.

Charlotte was going to go to William McKinley and show everyone who the new HBIC was by charming her way into it.

Nothing Quinn said could ever stop her.

Rachel Berry had her signature, "made for stardom", confident smile plastered upon her face. Clutching her books close to her chest, she walked into the choir room with her head held high. A typical sight - couples all sitting together and one empty chair labeled for herself. Glee was her favorite way to end the day and her routine was perfectly outlined. She sat in her chair, crossed her legs, and flipped through her binder of sheet music for a song to suggest or possibly perform. Voices and laughter swirled around her, but she really didn't have anyone to talk to. She breathed a sigh, shaking her head to herself. With someone as talented as myself, it'd be a little difficult for me to gain a friend. I wouldn't want them to feel like they have to compare, as they should know they're only inferior to me. A ... friend would only hold me back. An insincere half-smile spread on her face. This is what she told herself every time ... and it never seemed to work.

Mr. Schuester stood at the front of the room beside the board that usually had one word on it - this time it was NATIONALS in his all-caps chicken scratch. "Alright guys, we made the audience go insane at Regionals and we took first this time. Now," he clapped his hands together (Rachel noticed that he did this often), "We focus on Nationals."

Before the Glee club had the chance for a collective groan, heels clicked down the hallway, and a familiar face stepped into the choir room.

Nearly every voice said "Quinn?", but only one voice expressed the most shock by exclaiming "Charlie!"

Eyes darted from the Cheerio with her legs crossed clinging to Finn to the blonde wearing a white sundress & cardigan. She looked exactly like Quinn, except the duplicate had a softer expression, curled blond hair, and a smile on her face rather than a dropped jaw.

The one who was apparently Charlie let out a laugh, while the rest of the room was confused and shocked. Quinn sprung up from her seat.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in the Academy." Quinn growled through gritted teeth. There was no way she could risk her position she had finally obtained, or the stage that was finally set to declare her prom queen.

Charlie shook her head and laughed again, biting her lip. "Key word, sis - were. I'm here now, and I'd like to join the Glee club."

"Sweet, I've always wanted a threesome with twins!" Puck interjected, eliciting a warning nudge from Lauren. Finn, Sam, and Brittany expressed the biggest confusion as it would probably take them another half hour to comprehend what just happened.

Charlie put on a look of surprise and a subtle grin spread across her face. "Oh, I apologize, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Charlotte Fabray, Quinn's twin sister. Older by two minutes." Quinn rolled her eyes. She would never let that go when they were younger. Same old Charlie.

Whispers echoed around the choir room, with things such as "This is just like a movie!" "Why are there two of them now?" "Why didn't Quinn tell us?" "How did Quinn get over there so fast?" Rachel's eyes widened and Mr. Schuester had a cautious expression on his face, as though there was a prank going on.

"Well, Charlie, that would mean you'd have to try out." Rachel cried out, trying to show how professional she was. "We don't let just anyone in our club. The way things are at the present time our club is perfectly set for thirteen members; in case you were unaware, Nationals is coming up and we'd seem completely unprepared with such a new member in our group, which makes us appear as nothing but unprofessional."

Santana rolled her eyes and barked, "Must you always speak in run-on sentences?"

Mr. Schuester put his hands up, "Guys, guys... Rachel. Don't be so judgmental of a new member. I personally think that we could always use more voices - especially for Nationals. There's no new music to learn, and it's perfect for a new member to come in. Charlie," he turned to the twin whom he was quite uncomfortable with. A second Quinn would take a lot of getting used to. "Do you have a song prepared?

The blonde's eyes veered towards the brunette and her face was beaming. "Of course I have an audition song ready. A good performer always has her sheet music." At this, Rachel raised a brow and Quinn groaned. Members of the Glee club were only more confused - weren't twins supposed to like each other, or have that telepathy going on?

The curly-haired blonde took out a folder, handing the sheet music to the pianist. The lights dimmed and she began to sing 'Fly Me to the Moon' by Frank Sinatra. Charlie had a way of smiling with her eyes while singing. Rachel's face brightened - the musically-literate version of Quinn that grinned more than she demanded seemed so welcoming. Rachel's efforts with Quinn seemed useless. How could Rachel reconcile something that was never there?

Charlie's voice was a lot more full and developed than Quinn's. It seemed raw yet sweet, and Quinn could only narrow her eyes in jealousy of her, more talented, twin. Charlie always got what she wanted. She got the music lessons and the art classes, when all Quinn was destined for was cheerleading scholarships. Quinn was the one who wanted photography lessons, painting classes, vocal coaching, writing workshops - Charlie got all of that, while Quinn was only allowed cheerleading and piano lessons. Charlie was all Quinn ever wanted to be.

As the blond at the front of the room finished her audition, the room was filled with applause and cheering, which was only matched by a glare from Quinn at her dumbfounded boyfriend, who was clapping and had a toothy grin on his face. She couldn't handle being kicked down in the sandbox again... she needed to stay at the top. Charlie had already won over Glee club... Quinn could see the twinkle of promise in Rachel's eyes, and the returned shine of ambition in Charlie's.

"You're in!" Mr. Schuester exclaimed, and Charlie took a seat beside Rachel.

Quinn had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming.

The clock finally clicked to three in the afternoon, and Quinn couldn't wait to leave. The whole Glee club was now obsessed with learning about her dear 'older' sister, and she already knew they were won over by her.

Everyone grabbed their bags to leave, while Quinn stepped up to Charlie and tapped her shoulder. Apparently, she had just said something that left Rachel giggling like a maniac.

"Can I talk to you privately, please?"

Charlie nodded, and Quinn grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her to the nearest bathroom.

"Can we make this quick? I have coffee with Rachel right after this."

"Explain."

"I don't think there's anything to explain, Quinn Bee."

"Don't ever call me that." Quinn had her jaw clenched and felt the anger boil up inside of her. "Why are you here, Charlie?"

"To go to school."

"Funny. Why, how, and when did you get here?"

At this, Charlie started cackling at Quinn's apparent anger. The two fiery twins clashed like Yin and Yang. "Look who's the pushy twin now, Quinn."

"Shut up. I know what you want."

"Then why did you ask?" Charlie's sassy attitude didn't show through her angelic expression and pursed lips.

"Stop that. Explain."

Charlie rolled her eyes. "Always so demanding, little sister." She shook her head. "The Academy was a piece of cake. I got everything I could ever ask for - I worked my way to the top, got good grades, and made Daddy dearest happy... then I got tired of it." The blond tucked a hair behind her ear. "I asked to move in with Daddy and his new wife, and here I am, to steal your place in McKinley's social hierarchy, in the glee club, with your friends, everything. I already won over a certain Rachel Berry."

* "You can't just waltz into my life and steal it like that, after I've worked so hard to work my way up."

"Come on, Quinn. I can do whatever the hell I want. Charlie Fabray has arrived, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Charlie knew exactly how to push Quinn's buttons, causing Quinn to release the tight grip on her wrist and slam her sister against the tiled walls. "Feisty, dear; are you the evil twin? I heard you got pregnant last year. Shame. Rach also told me that you tortured and despised her. Is that true?"

Quinn didn't answer to that. Her eyes lost their fire and she looked away, losing her ground and her dominant posture as she released Charlie. "That's not who I am anymore..."

"Oh? Then why did Rachel say it was useless to try being friends with you? After all, 'you have Finn and she gets heartbroken'. Brava, Quinn."

"I've been... meaning to apologize…"

"Then why haven't you?"

Quinn narrowed her eyes at the other blond, mirroring her attitude, and the former Cheerio stormed away, keeping her posture. Look like you've won something. She held herself together until she got into her car, where tears began to stream down her face.

Charlie was going to step on Quinn on her way to the top of the pyramid, and she wouldn't let anything get in her way.

Quinn's phone buzzed, and she fumbled through her purse for it. It was from an unknown number.

Did I mention, Mom wants me to move in?

- C

There was no way this could get any worse.

AU: Wow, I can't believe I actually wrote something! A big thank you to ledashann on tumblr for the whole Fafaberry idea, & my lovely beta othellojealousy on tumblr. If I had your pen names, I'd put 'em here!

Thanks for reading! x