Quick pro quo here y'all, I'll be taking requests for songs that you guys wanna see! If you can't tell, I tend to lean more towards the rock/alternative side of music and I always wished that Glee could've had a bit more of that, rather than always pop songs and 80s rock. And I definitely wish that Quinn had gotten more solos, her voice was under utilized and I feel it would've excelled with this sort of music. So, this fic is becoming more of my fantasies (obviously) of what songs that they could've (should've) performed in some scenarios. Because let's be honest, alot of the songs used were rather tame and didn't get across the general feelings of anger, resentment, betrayal that seemed prevalent in the show. Like for real, who the hell is gonna sing some pop ballad if they just got cheated on or dumped for their now exes old flame? Sure as shit not Quinn, Santana, Puck, or even any rational human being for that matter. Thus, here we are!

Song used: Filthy Heart by Adelita's Way

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It had been a long month. A month of her stomach swirling and clenching, of stifling sobs and hiding the tears that brimmed in her eyes whenever she saw them together. She was fucking Quinn Fabray, not some goddamn sappy heartbroken girl. At least, that's what the beautiful blonde tried to tell herself. Yet here she was, a month after Rachel Berry dumped her and promptly got together with their mutual ex, Finn Hudson, and left her on the wayside. She could barely stand to be in their shared classes, Quinn taking to keeping her eyes trained on her textbooks and notebooks whilst Rachel's voice rang out with every correct answer or Finn attempting to answer and failing miserably. Then there was Glee, which she hadn't been to in several weeks, technically two, and the very thought of returning sent her spiraling. It was one thing to see them in the halls together, kissing and hugging. It was another to see them singing sappy love songs and being lovey dovey for all the world to see.

It's like she's trying to rub it in my face that she managed to break my heart. Like she's enjoying this, seeing me fucked up and out of it all the time. Quinn snarled harshly in her head, looking away from the beautiful brown eyes that found her from across the hallway.

Quinn slammed her locker shut, shoved her earbuds in and stormed off down the hall. She had lost everything in the past month. She wasn't a Cheerio any longer, that had gone out the window at the beginning of the year when she said fuck it and decided she didn't enjoy it anymore. She lost Rachel, more like Rachel lost her, and she had lost the Glee club. Kinda anyways. The rest of the Gleeks still managed to hunt her down and check up on the blonde, ask her if she was coming back to Glee, etcetera. But she saw the looks she got from Kurt and Blaine, the pitying ones that said more than words ever could. She saw the hidden anger behind Puck's eyes, not at her but rather at his Jewish Princess. Quinn was still his Baby Mama after all and he loved her to death, even if she did get kinda crazy from time to time. The only people Quinn did have anymore were Brittany and Santana. And yeah they were around but they were so wrapped up in each other that sometimes it felt like she was just fucking herself over being around them. It just reminded her too much of their double dates with her and Rachel and how happy she and the diva had been.

"Q?" The blonde looked up as the earbud was yanked from her ear, finding the two girls of her present thoughts standing before her.

"You okay? You looked like you were off in la la land again?"

Brittany plopped down next to her as she shrugged, fiddling with her phone. The ditzy blonde plucked it from her grasp, along with the earbud and popped it into her ear as Santana sat down on the otherside of Quinn. Her black eyes were narrowed, eyebrows pressed together and plump lips planted in a firm line.

"You were thinkin' bout the Hobbit again weren't ya?"

Quinn scowled and looked away. Santana huffed next to her and shook her head, whilst Brittany frowned.

"Why're you listening to your sad songs still? Rachel doesn't deserve you being sad about her, she lost the best thing she had." Brittany stated matter-of-factly, pouting at her best friend.

Santana glared at Quinn and sighed, snatching her phone from Brittany and stood as Quinn protested meekly.

"Shut it Q-Ball. You wanna be all depressing and shit like that, fine. But you're part of that stupid glee club, just like the rest of us and if you're gonna be depressing, you're gonna do it in the right way. Comprehende?"

"What're you talking about?" Quinn sighed, giving in way too easily. She was losing her edge, she had lost her edge and she hated it.

Santana smirked and glanced at Brittany. "We're gonna show that fucknut what she gave up. 'Long with proving that you've got somethin' that the rest of the club doesn't got."

"Which is?" Quinn prompted, waving her hand.

"Rock, duh. You're like, the only girl we know who listens to that kinda music and can sing it without sounding like some 90s reject." Brittany explained brightly, making her girlfriend snort and cock an eyebrow at their best friend.

"B's right. Seriously, how much teenage angsty music can one chick have?" Santana teased, attempting to get a rise out of their friend.

Quinn glared and stood, grabbing her phone back and jammed it into the pocket of her jeans. "Just because I don't listen to mindless pop music all the damn time doesn't mean it's all angsty teen music. Most songs have good messages in them without having to be about fucking or getting high."

"Whatevs Blondie, you down or not? Cuz me and Britts are sick of your mopey ass and it's gettin' in the way of our sweet lady kisses."

"What San means is we miss the badass Quinn who didn't let some stupid relationship get her down. You're like, totally badass and don't need a chick, especially one that hurts you like Rachel did."

Quinn stared at her friend in wonder and blinked, head slowly shaking. Brittany was many things and if there was one thing she was amazing at, it was feelings. She always knew what to say and how to say it. Never outright mean but damn, she could put anyone elses' words of encouragement to shame. And for the first time in a month, the fire inside Quinn ignited. It flashed in her eyes for the briefest of moments, a flicker of the old Quinn and Santana smirked.

"So, you feel like blowin' away all those dipshits?" Santana held her hand out to Quinn, a sign of strength that she knew her friend needed.

Quinn looked at the tanned hand for a moment and looked at Brittany. Her friend smiled and stood, pulling Quinn into a tight hug. "You've got this Quinn. We believe in you and I totes wanna see you rock out for everyone to see."

Quinn turned back to Santana, who shrugged. "It's a shame for only us to see the rocker chick in ya. Time to show that shit off and kick Manhands and The Jolly Green Giant in the nuts while you're at it."

Quinn snorted at that and nodded, looking between the two. "You think we can have it ready by tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, bitch we can have it ready by today. We've got what, three hours? And you have what, over a month of this shit stuck in your head? I think we've gots enough time." Santana drawled, looking down at her nails before turning on her heel and heading down the hall.

Quinn eyed her curiously and glanced at Brittany, who simply smiled and laughed, grasping Quinn's hand and pulled her down the hall to Santana. The Latina looked her over briefly and sighed, "We're gonna need to make ya look like a rocker chick too."

Quinn scoffed but allowed the duo to drag her off, not noticing the gazes of Puck, Rachel, and Kurt following after her.

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The choir room was quiet. Rachel sat snuggled into Finn's side as the boy rambled on about his newest video game or was it one that was about to be released? Puck sat in the back, feet kicked up on the back of the nearest chair as he shot them glares at various intervals. Kurt sat down next to the delinquent, whom barely gave him a second glance and Blaine sat on Kurt's other side.

"Do you know what's going on with Quinn?" The flamboyant fashionista murmured after a beat.

Puck turned and glared at him, "Sides Berry fucking her up royally and forcing her out of Glee?"

"Besides that. I know you saw her with Santana and Brittany today and they looked up to something. Do you think they convinced her to come back?"

Puck snorted at that and shook his head. "If they did, they must've given her a pretty goddamn good reason to. I haven't seen Baby Mama this fucked up since Beth and we all know what happened after that."

Kurt frowned and sighed, leaning away from the boy. Puck glanced at him from the corner of his eye, slight feelings of guilt filtering in. Kurt was just trying to be supportive, he was being one of the only ones who was actually concerned about Quinn as far as Puck could tell. And they weren't even friends, it was just because Kurt was a good guy. Even if he did act like a bitch from time to time. So, Puck sighed and turned back to him.

"Listen, if San and Britt did convince her to come back, she's probably gonna go full blown bitch mode. Word of advice: Don't make eye contact and don't breathe a word to her until she cools off."

Kurt looked at him in surprise but calmed and nodded, sending him a grateful smile. "Thanks for the warning."

Puck shrugged, "No problem man."

Kurt perked up more at that, this being the first time any of the Glee guys had really acknowledged him as a guy. He sent the other boy a final smile before turning back to his boyfriend, leaving Puck to his glaring. The rest of the club filtered in slowly, including Brittany and Santana with impish smirks on their faces. A shiver ran down Rachel's spine as she made eye contact with the Santana, the girl's smirk growing crueler with a flicker a hatred. They strode up the risers and sat next to Puck, who looked at them suspiciously.

"You two look way too proud of yourselves. The fuck you do?"

"Puck, language." Mr. Schue said, though he had a broad smile on his face and he clapped his hands together.

"Alright guys, I know we've been out of sorts these past couple's weeks. But I have something that'll bring our spirits back up, thanks to Santana and Brittany, let's welcome back Quinn!" He cheered and more of the gleeks did as well when the blonde appeared, along with several harsh intakes of breath.

Quinn smirked slightly. She knew she looked damn good and for once, she was thankful for Santana knowing her so well. Tight distressed jeans hugged her shapely legs, coupled with a pair of Vans and a simple black v-neck. Sure, it was average but damn did she look good in it. Her eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner and mascara, her eyelashes longer than humanly possible, her hair falling in a halo around her shoulders. Yet her smirk was twisted, angry and looking for vengeance.

Rachel tensed and curled closer to Finn, watching as the blonde's eyes narrowed and lips curled into a sadistic smirk.

"Thanks Mr. Schue. As I've been gone a couple weeks, I think it'd be appropriate if I performed, wouldn't you agree?" Quinn asked sweetly, watching as Mr. Schue's eyes comically widened.

"Of course!" He practically laughed with joy and bounced over to a seat next to Finn, who was oblivious as usual.

Quinn smiled and turned back to the band and handed out the sheet music, hiding her chuckle as they flicked their eyes curiously up to her and back down to the song. She merely smiled at them and winked slyly. They grinned back and began setting up whilst she turned back to the group and addressed them.

"Since I was gone, I had a lot of time to think. Most of you don't know this, but I'm a huge fan of alternative and modern rock music and Santana and Brittany can attest to my ability to sing both. So, I decided to show you all what I can do and I'm dedicating this song to a special someone. I won't say who, but they know exactly who they are." Quinn spoke sweetly, airily and cast her eyes over the group.

Most looked at her curiously, with Santana and Brittany giggling in the back. Rachel tensed even more, her stomach sinking with every passing sickly sweet word. She kept her eyes to the ground, though the brunette could feel several pairs of eyes stuck on her.

Quinn did the famous Fabray eyebrow quirk at the cowardly brunette and snorted, glancing over her shoulder and nodded at the band. They opening riff rang out and Quinn stepped up to the mic stand, hands loosely wrapped around it.

Puck's eyes widened happily and he glanced at the duo next to him, "No way, she likes Adelita's Way?"

"Likes? She fucking loves them dude." Santana snorted out, smirking as Quinn's first words rang out.

I heard you got a filthy heart,

Heartbreaking is the perfect art,

I thought she was my sun,

Wish I knew what I said wasn't getting through,

Wish I knew it was dead when I looked at you,

Quinn gripped the mic a bit tighter, foot tapping to the beat, devilish smirk curling on her lips. The rest of the club was getting into it, nodding their heads and enjoying the raspy, angry voice that wrapped around them.

Little did I know what was coming

Little did I know I was free

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart.

The mic was pulled from the stand as the chorus started up, blazing hazel eyes glowering at Rachel, her lips curling into a sneer. Finn stiffened then, finally catching onto what was going on and he glared back at the blonde.

You like to love me through hatred,

Make me feel like shit,

I always wanted to say it,

You're such a bitch,

The blonde pointed right at Rachel, cancelling any further doubts anyone had about who this was about. Money was passed and Santana snickered quietly as Puck knuckle bumped her. Quinn smirked as Rachel's eyes met hers and she cocked an eyebrow as she sang.

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart, heart.

The blonde turned away and strode across the room to where Santana and Brittany sat. Both girls jumped up and made their way down the risers to join their friend. Puck looked around and snorted, joining them and picked up his own guitar from the stand.

Just another one that fell so hard,

Just another one that's come and gone,

I though she was the one,

Quinn did a shrug, hands splaying out. Rachel looked back down and Finn's grip tightened by the second, rage pooling in his gut. Kurt grinned, soaking in the drama of it all whilst Santana and Brittany did a sultry dance, weaving through the band behind Quinn.

Wish I knew what I said wasn't getting through,

Wish I knew it was dead when I looked at you,

Little did I know what was coming

Little did I know I was free

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart,

The words came more biting now, Quinn's resentment showing through with each syllable. The words hit like a hammer, her usually soft voice now gruff. Pissed off. Her hands clenched and she strode right towards Rachel.

You like to love me through hatred,

Make me feel like shit,

I always wanted to say it,

She poked Rachel, full blown jabbed her in the chest and got right up in her face as she snarled the words. Finn twitched, ready to punch the blonde when she sent him a deathly glare, daring him to get in between. Rachel cowered, swallowing her pride and stared Quinn right back in the eyes.

You're such a bitch,

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart, heart,

When Quinn pulled away, she shoved off the back of the chair above Rachel's shoulder and spun on her heel, Puck diving into a guitar solo that got several cheers.

Take your pretty reckless life,

Take these words and come back right,

I see through you,

You got a filthy heart,

Another guitar solo followed, the Unholy Trinity dancing around Puck before Quinn popped out. The trio chimed in every once other word, Santana sneering and Brittany having an uncharacteristic smirk that would've looked much more at home on her girlfriend's face than her own.

You got a filthy heart,

You like to love me through hatred,

Make me feel like shit,

I always wanted to say it,

You're such a bitch,

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart,

You got a filthy heart, heart.

Cheers rang out as the song came to a close, even Mr. Schue was clapping and Finn looked around wildly.

"Are you guys serious right now? She was just using this to be a bitch to Rachel!" He bellowed, effectively cutting off any cheers.

Quinn cocked an eyebrow and glanced back at her friends. "What's your point? Glee club's about sharing emotions Finn," She sneered his name icily, "Just like you and her can sing your sappy little love songs, I can sing whatever the hell I want. And personally, I think we need a bit more rock in this room."

"Quinn has a point Finn and she brings something new to the table. No one else in here would've been able to pull off a song like that. Besides maybe Puck. She can give us a new attitude that we need to show a different side to the judges at competitions." Mr. Schue reasoned.

Finn shook his head, glaring at the blonde. "You're just pissed because Rachel chose me over you. Get over it Quinn, you deserve a girl as amazing as her and she isn't a bitch." He spat.

The blonde snorted and shook her head. "I'm not having this conversation with you Man-Child. I sang a fucking song to express myself, just like you do with your constipated baby faces that are supposed to be cute as you sing some horrendous 80s rock song. Do you know anything else besides those? Can you sing anything else besides that and sappy pop songs? Cuz as far as I can see, you can't and that's not gonna get you very far."

The verbal lashings were back in full-force and the ex-HBIC smirked cruelly, taking a step forward. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the next bomb to drop.

"What? No comeback? No witty words to fight back with? Or are you just realizing that I'm right, and not just about your less than stellar performances? She left me and within a day was back together with your lumpy ass, though god knows why. But that's not a bitch move right?" Quinn snorted and gave him and Rachel a scathing look.

"If you honestly don't give a shit about that, then you two do deserve each other. Horrible people deserve each other." She spat, venom seeping from her words and the slightest amount of satisfaction came as Rachel recoiled into her chair.

Santana's stomach coiled the slightest bit, as did Brittany's and Puck's. They had wanted their friend back, they didn't want the cold Quinn back. But they watched as the mask slid back into place, a cold mannequin of the girl they knew. It was a mask everyone in the room knew well and it was one that struck fear into many of their hearts. She took another step towards the taller boy, looking him up and down. Then she looked over at Rachel and rolled her eyes.

"See? She can't even own up or defend herself because she knows I'm right. She was and is a piece of shit and a bitch. She didn't think twice before ripping someone's heart out and smashing it to pieces. Who's to say she won't do the same thing to you Finny boy? I mean, she said she loved me and gave herself to me, while I know for a fact she never would've done that with you. And if she can do that to someone that meant that much to her, where does that leave you?"

Without another word, or a chance of a rebuttal, the blonde twisted on her heel and stormed from the room. The vicious words resonated, only amplified by the slamming door in her wake.

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So hit me up with song suggestions, please keep them within the realm of alternative and/or rock and if you want a specific scenario that you think I could work with, lemme know and if I decide to do it, I'll give you a shout out! Hit that favorite/follow button and maybe a review? Pretty please?

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