Disgraceful

Summary: Rewrite of season 1. When Quinn finds out she's pregnant with Puck's child, she knows her entire life is about to change. However, she doesn't foresee herself falling in love with a certain animal sweater-loving dwarf. Contains OCs. Title and rating subject to change.

Pairings: QuinnxRachel, early RachelxFinn and QuinnxFinn, OCxOC, minor Brittana and Artina

A/N: So I'm going SUPER far out of my normal writing box here. Not only is this my first attempt at a Glee fanfic, it's also my first story with a homosexual pairing. If you would, give me some time to get comfortable writing this before you judge too harshly. As always, flames will also be ignored, so don't waste the energy. The first few chapters are going to be from Quinn's perspective, but later on I plan to expand the perspective out to other main characters (i.e. Rachel, Santana, the OCs.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters from the show. All rights belong to FOX. Scott, Mariah, and Tyler belong to me.

Chapter 1: Glee Club

Quinn POV

It was 3:30 on a warm Wednesday afternoon. School had only been in session for about a month, and the weather hadn't had time to cool down yet, but the Cheerios stood on the football field practicing their routines for the big game that Friday. Coach Sylvester was pushing the girls hard in hopes of winning her fifth consecutive national cheerleading championship later that year, knowing that her freshman girls and boys needed to get into the required shape to perform the way they were expected. At the front of the crowd of Cheerios stood Quinn Fabray, the head Cheerio. Although she was only a sophomore, she was a talented cheerleader thanks in no small part to the training she'd received from her mother and older sister, both former Cheerios themselves, and this talent had gotten her the lead position on the squad for the school year, much to the chagrin of the junior and senior Cheerios. Quinn was easily the most popular girl in school. Not only was she the head Cheerio, she was also the president of the Celibacy Club. She was also dating the quarterback of the football team, Finn Hudson, who was currently out on the field practicing drills with his team. Quinn and Finn were known as the power couple of the school because between the two of them, they had every student in the William McKinley High student body under their thumb. The crowd of students that perpetually blocked the hallways between classes parted like the Red Sea when they walked into the hallway. No one dared look directly at either of them, for fear of being struck down where they stood by one of their fellow football players or cheerleaders. Whenever their names were spoken in conversation, there was always a hint of fear or admiration in the speaker's voice.

"Come on, you slackers!" Coach Sylvester shouted as the pyramid slowly formed in front of her. "You're going to have to work a lot faster if you want to stay on this squad. I could easily replace every single one of you with someone of equal or greater value to me! Get those flabby bodies moving!" Finally the pyramid was formed and Quinn took her place at the top of the squad, her best friends Brittany and Santana directly under her. Coach Sylvester sighed. "You know what, I don't know why I bother. It's obvious that none of you want to be on this squad. I expect all of you to be loads better tomorrow, or I'll start making cuts. I want five laps from everyone, then hit the showers and get the hell out of my sight. The stench of failure in you lot is giving me a migraine." Coach Sylvester stomped away to her office while the pyramid slowly grew smaller as Cheerios began breaking the formation to run their laps. Quinn stood off to the side, watching to make sure her squad mates completed their laps before they left for the locker room. Finally only Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were left on the field, and they too began running. Even though they basically owned the Cheerios thanks to Quinn's position, they were in no less danger of getting cut than the rest of their squad. And Sue Sylvester had her ways of finding out if anyone didn't do their laps.

"Hey, Quinn!" a voice shouted from across the field once Quinn had finished her laps. Quinn looked towards the gate and saw a young man with military length black hair waving her over. Quinn turned and said goodbye to her friends before grabbing her bag and running over to the boy. "Are you about ready to go? Your parents just called and said they expect us home in half an hour."

"Yeah, I'm ready. I'll just shower when I get home." The boy shook his head at the idea.

"No way, sis. I don't want you stanking up my car with your Cheerio sweat." Quinn slapped the boy's arm playfully and smirked.

"Hey, I do not smell that bad. We only ran five laps today."

"In 92 degree weather, with the sun beating directly down on you. Sorry, but I'm just not willing to believe it. Go shower. I'll be waiting by the car."

"You suck, Scott!" Quinn called as the boy walked away. Scott raised his hand in acknowledgement as he kept walking.

"Love you too, Quinnie! But you still aren't getting in my car until you're showered." Quinn shook her head and smiled. She loved her cousin's easygoing attitude. Scott had been living with the Fabray family since the beginning of summer, when his parents had heard from hers how great McKinley's education system was. Russell Fabray hesitantly agreed with the arrangement after many days of convincing from his wife and youngest daughter. Russell did not get along very well with Judy's sister, Scott's mom, or her family because they were so openly atheist.

Although Scott wasn't happy about having to transfer schools so suddenly, neither he nor Quinn could complain about the living arrangements. Quinn and Scott had been close since birth, having been born a mere three days apart. They were so close they often referred to themselves as brother and sister rather than cousins. Although they didn't see each other often since Scott and his family had moved down to Virginia, they often spent hours at night on the phone or computer, texting or calling each other, or chatting online and keeping each other updated with their lives. So when Quinn found out that Scott would be living across the hall from her for the next three years, she was naturally excited. And Scott couldn't help but be excited as well.

Quinn walked into the now deserted Cheerios locker room and quickly showered before changing into a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top. She headed out into the school parking lot and easily caught sight of Scott talking to the Spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester, next to his car. Mr. Schuester nodded to something Scott said and walked away, and Scott glanced at Quinn from across the lot.

"Well, come on! We don't want to be late!" He shouted. Quinn gripped her bag and ran over to Scott's car. Scott opened the trunk and tossed her bag in next to the Springfield rifle that lay there.

"I see you finally got your rifle." Quinn said once they were seated in the car.

"Yeah, finally. I swear Tyler pulled every possible excuse out of his hat to not let me join the drill team. He dislikes me something fierce."

"Any idea why?"

"I suspect it may have to do with the fact that his crush seems to have taken some sort of liking to me."

"Typical Scott, stealing other guys' girlfriends."

"Hey, that only happened once, and I had no idea she was dating someone. So just drop it." Quinn laughed, and even Scott couldn't help but smile. "Besides, it's not like they're dating. He's just got a crush on her." They sat in silence for a few minutes as Scott left the school parking lot and started on the 15 minute drive to Quinn's house in Lima Heights.

"So what did Mr. Schuester want?" Scott sighed.

"It's the weirdest thing. Apparently he's the new director of the glee club. Kinda weird since I didn't even know Mr. Ryerson had left. He's looking for new members so that the club can compete this year, and he somehow found out about my being in Glee Club at my old school. He wants me to join, both as a member and as an advisor. And get this, he managed to convince Finn to join." Quinn looked at her cousin, completely shocked.

"What? Why would Finn ever want to join Glee Club? He's a football player! Being in Glee Club is like, I don't know, committing social suicide! Does he have any idea how bad that'll make us look as a couple?"

"Cool your jets, Q. I'm sure Finn's got his reasons. Besides, at least he has football to stand on. No one would be stupid enough to screw with him."

"I guess. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you going to join?" Scott laughed at the question.

"Not likely. I already have enough on my plate with Drill Team and JROTC in general. I don't need any more things going on in my life. Plus after my past experience, I don't see a reason to consider dealing with it again."

"Okay, fair enough." They were silent the rest of the ride home. Scott pulled into the driveway of the Fabrays' huge house and they both grabbed their things and headed inside. "Mom, Dad! We're home!"

"I'm in the kitchen, Quinnie!" a feminine voice called from said room. "Don't bother your father, he's in his study!" Quinn turned to her cousin.

"I'm gonna head up and throw my stuff in my room. Would you mind helping me with my Geometry homework after dinner?" Scott smiled.

"I suppose I could pencil you in." he replied. "Although, with all the friends I have, I may need to cancel a few appointments to get it done." Quinn giggled at Scott's overly obvious sarcasm.

"Thank you. I know how busy your schedule can be."

Flashback (In case anyone is interested in what went down between Scott and Mr. Schue)

Scott leaned against his car in the nearly deserted parking lot, waiting for Quinn to meet him after her shower. He stood staring at the huge banner that still hung above the school doors. "WELCOME BACK, MCKINLEY TITANS!" It read. Why that banner was still there a month after school started was beyond him. Scott glanced down as the front doors of the school opened, not expecting anyone to exit that way. All of the Cheerios and football players had already left, and only five cars remained in the parking lot, his included. The person leaving the school turned out to be Will Schuester, the Spanish teacher. Mr. Schuester caught sight of Scott, smiled, and walked over to him.

"Good afternoon, Scott." Mr. Schuester said.

"Afternoon, Mr. Schue." Scott replied. "Something I can help you with?"

"Yes, actually. I was hoping to talk to you about something."

"I'm listening."

"Okay, well, I'm not sure if you've heard, but I've volunteered to be the new director of the Glee Club since Mr. Ryerson was fired yesterday." He stopped talking and he and Scott just stared at each other.

"You're going to have to elaborate on how that becomes you needing my help."

"Oh, right. Well, I was looking through your records earlier, and I noticed something interesting about your extracurricular activities last year at your old school. I was never aware you were one of the captains of the Glee Club at Hinton High before you moved here."

"It never exactly came up in my current extracurriculars."

"Right, well, I've only got six people in Glee Club right now, so I'm going to need to recruit more members. And I was hoping you might be willing to try out. Your past experience in Glee would be very valuable for the other members. They could learn from your experiences and further enhance their chances of winning Regionals."

"Mr. Schuester, my 'experience' as you so call it is a failed attempt at leading a ragtag bunch of hyperactive teenagers and helping them win a show choir competition. You may not have realized this, but we placed third in Regionals last year. It was a miracle that we made it through Sectionals. I guarantee you, my experience is worthless."

"Scott, that is far from true. At the very least, you know the basic rules of the competition, which could be a great help. And you could provide guidance for the other members."

"If I may ask, who exactly are these 'other members'?"

"Right now we have Artie Abrams, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, Rachel Berry, and Finn Hudson." Scott was surprised by the last name in his list. Quinn had introduced him to Finn about a week after he'd moved to Lima, and they'd become fairly good friends, despite Scott's lack of interest in football. Finn didn't seem like the type to care about singing show tunes.

"I don't know, Mr. Schue. Let me think about it."

"Alright." Mr. Schuester nodded and walked away. That's when Scott had noticed Quinn watching him from across the parking lot.

A/N: Okay, so let loose. What do you guys think so far? I know there's not a lot to judge on, but I'd like to know what everyone thinks about what is there.