Charlie was in the gym, standing with Santana and Brittany while the rest of squad did suicides. Santana knew what was up, that the twins had pulled a switch, so she and Brittany were discreetly trying to work through the routine with her. Dancing, cheerleading, any kind of sport really, always came naturally to Charlie. All they had to do was go through the steps twice and she was ready to pull it out like she’d been working on it with them for weeks.
The rest of the squad was finishing up when all of a sudden someone grabbed Charlie’s arm, spun her around, and then there was a fist flying at her face.
“You bitch, how could you?” Quinn screamed.
Charlie stumbled back from the initial explosion of pain and then snarled, hurtling towards her sister with such force that they both landed on the floor.
“Don’t you ever fucking hit me!” she yelled back.
They wrestled each other on the gym floor, a flurry of elbows, fists, hair pulling, and screaming cusses, until Santana wrestled Charlie off Quinn and a few other girls held Quinn back. No one but Santana and Brittany knew about the switch so the fact that Quinn was still wearing Charlie’s clothes made it all the more confusing.
“She’s mine!” Quinn growled, struggling to get out of the other girl’s hold, and attack her sister again.
Charlie grinned wolfishly and wiped away some of the blood from her split lip. She had calmed down almost completely, while Quinn was still raging.
“I thought we shared everything, sis,” she said sweetly. “Does Rachel not apply?”
“You know damn well she doesn’t! What is wrong with you?!”
“Dunno,” she shrugged carelessly, “maybe I channeled you too well, sweetheart. Why are you so upset? Worried she’ll think I’m a better kisser than you?”
That sparked a new rage and Quinn had to have at least four girls holding her back, nearly escaping their hold.
“I WILL FREAKING DESTROY YOU!”
“CHARBROILED!” Sue’s magnified voice echoed through the room, interrupting them. “WHILE I ENCOURAGE A HEALTHY DOSE OF COMPETITION BETWEEN SIBLINGS, AS IT WEEDS OUT THE WEAKER ONES, THAT DOESN’T MEAN IT GETS TO DISRUPT MY PRACTICE! UNLESS THAT UTTERLY DELICIOUS RIGHT HOOK WAS YOUR WAY OF SAYING YOU WANT ON THE SQUAD, GET OUT OF MY GYM!”
“Go on, Charlotte…” Charlie crooned, “Better leave. Unless you want to get in trouble…”
Quinn glared at her furiously. She knew she had to let it go for now. If Sylvester found out that they’d pulled a switch, Quinn would be in for hell to come for the next few weeks. It wasn’t worth it.
“This isn’t finished. You understand me?”
“Bye bye, sis.”
Charlie blew her a kiss, to which Quinn was dumbfounded. It was like some cruel, inhuman being had possessed her typically sweet and well meaning sister’s body. It was like…like Charlie was her.
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