Disclaimer: Did you know that if you fence off a piece of land and no-one complains for seven years, you legally own that land?

Anyway, I don't, at the time of posting this and probably ever, own Glee.

Also, other people have called their genderswapped characters Ryan and Quinn so here's to them.

AN: Sequel to Operation:CB. Genderswapped Rachel and Quinn.

Warning: Filth and swears.

Chapter 1 - rated T, posted 23.05.12

Ryan had almost given up hope.
Quinn had been avoiding him since their…'art lesson' and all attempts at communication on his end had been shot down. Brutally.
One more try, he told himself as he approached the blonde's locker.

"Quinn, I -"

"That one's on me, Coagula." the jock sneered "Oh wait, I guess it's on you."
Ryan stood, perplexed, as the icy syrup trekked down his face.

"Coagula? Like, the DC character? David, am I to believe that -"
The football player ended the dripping boy's rant by flicking the empty slushy cup into his face.

"Later, Judy Gold." the boy nodded "Fabray."

The singer turned to Quinn who seemed to be holding back a smile. And then the blonde uttered the first words he's said to him in almost three weeks.

"You…uh…you've got something…" he gestured to his own cheek, barely containing his laughter as the blue sludge glooped down the other boy's jaw.

"Yes, thank you, Quinn." Ryan said before striding off in the direction of the locker rooms.
He'd need to take a shower and soak this jumper if there was going to be any chance of saving it.
The last one had had to be thrown.

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"Red thong, party's on, love this song, sing along.
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home."

Ryan was intrigued. The mysterious voice drifted over to his place at the sink, where the stains just would not leave his jumper, from one of the shower stalls.

"No-one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned
but she's coming back to my place tonight.
I say no-one really knows just how far she's gonna go
But I'm -"

The singing abruptly stopped when the owner or the voice clearly ingested water resulting in a mild coughing fit.
Ryan decided that approaching what was probably a naked boy while he himself was only partially clothed would constitute one of those social faux-pas he'd always heard so much about and so decided against it. Instead, he disrobed and slipped into a stall, washing the congealing gunk from his slightly-stained skin and hair.

"Hmmm srtip her down, she's hmmhmm the end. Hmmhmm hmmhmm she's a bad, bad girlfriend!"
Here, the song turned into some kind of vocal drum solo and Ryan saw it fit to intervene.

"You have a pretty good voice, you know." he started "Of course, you lack the extensive vocal training necessary to be considered truly great but, for a beginner, you're rather talented."

The sing/drumming halted and for a few seconds, the only sound to be heard was the hiss of the showers.

"Um…thanks." the voice replied.

"You're welcome. You should join the glee club. Your talents would be greatly appreciated there, I'm sure."

"…Yeah…I don't know about that. Like…isn't that club for losers or whatever?"

Ryan stifled his gasp of indignation, fearful that coming on too strong might scare the boy away.
"It most certainly is not!" Oh well. "Glee club is for talented vocalists such as myself! It's just an unfortunate coincidence that the individuals which happen to exhibit the most talent seem to be shunned by this society and it's (frankly, archaic) hierarchy ruled by sporting prowess, sexual promiscuity and the size of daddy's bank account! I find the insinuation that those of us blessed with exceptional abilities are automatically classed as 'losers' highly insulting and I demand that you revoke your statement!"

Here, a breath was taken.

"…Err…I don't know. I don't think they'll let me sing that song. It's, like, full of curse words."

Clearly, the boy ignored that paragraph.
It was probably for the best.

"Not to worry," Ryan replied, undeterred by the boy's blatant disregard for his ranting "you can simply pick another song. Or you could sensor the inappropriate words. So you'll join?"

"…I'll think about it, I guess."

"Excellent! I'm Ryan, by the way. Ryan Berry."

"Um…Finn."

"Well, Finn, it was a pleasure to meet you and to hear you sing."

"…Yeah…"

Sensing that the conversation was over, Ryan quickly rinsed his hair and vacated the shower.
He would have to settle for wearing just his shirt as his jumper was stained beyond salvage but nothing could dampen his mood today. Thing's were looking up.

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"Excuse me!…Anybody!…Help!" came the muffled voice of one Ryan Berry from the inside of a dumpster.

It was ignored.

"So, Q," Santana started, linking her little finger with Brittany's "Sylvester's making us join that loser club with all the jazz hands. Something about hair products and espionage or whatever. You in?"

Quinn stopped walking to stare at the Latina.

"Why would I join the loser brigade?"

"To keep us company. Besides, Britt wants you there and what Britt wants, Britt gets." she replied with a menacing glare.

The blonde girl just smiled.

Quinn sighed and kept walking.

"Whatever, Q. You know you'll cave. You always do."

Quinn left them on the football field while he went to change for practice.

"So I thought about it and it might be really fun, you know?"

"Man, you're one weird dude if you think that prancing around in tights is fun."

"They wouldn't make me do that…would they?"

Quinn caught the tail end of the conversation between Finn and Puck as he entered the locker room.

"What are you guys talking about?" he asked.

"Hudson's defected to the awkward side. Isn't that right, Finnie boy?" Puck replied, slapping the tall teen on the back.

"Shut up, Puck!" the boy whined then straightened up to address his captain "I've decided to join the glee club."

Quinn took a moment to just stare at the gigantic boy. Sure, he'd known he was stupid but he hadn't realised that he was that stupid.

"No." was Quinn's simple reply.

"No?" Finn asked, confused.

"No. You're not joining the glee club." he elaborated.

Finn thought for a second. It was painful to watch.

"You can't tell me what to do!" he cried after all that strenuous thinking.

"I can and I am. I'm your captain and I decide who gets to dance around like an idiot. You don't."

"That's so unfair!" Finn bellowed.

"Yeah, Fabray, if the guy wants to sparkle, let him sparkle." Puck interjected.

"Yeah! Let me sparkle!"

Quinn simply glared as Puck laughed and Finn looked an odd mix of confused and indignant.
He decided that it wasn't worth the argument.

"Hey, don't worry, man, I got your back." Puck comforted the nine-foot child.

"So you'll join with me?" Finn asked hopefully.

"Hey, wait, I didn't say -"

"Thanks, man!"

Choking sounds could be heard coming from the mohawked boy who was now held tightly in the giant's embrace.
Nobody intervened.

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"Seems like your whole team's joined the Judy Garland fan club but you, Fabray." Santana mused as they sat at the lunch table.

Quinn's head jerked up from his food.
"What?" he asked, slightly panicked.

"The glee club, Q. Hudson, Puck, Chang, Silent-guy, who's next?"

"They joined? I told Hudson he couldn't. The others joined too?"

"Looks like your boys have left you for brighter, rainbow-coloured pastures."

"You should join too, Q. It's really fun! There's a bunch of song's I don't know but there's dancing!" Brittany bounced in her seat and Santana smirked.

"Yeah, Q, you seem to be the only one who's still in denial about wanting to take a ride on the Streisand Express."

They glared at each other across the table for at least a minute before Quinn abruptly stood and marched out of the cafeteria.

"San, where d'you think Quinn's going?" Brittany asked as she pilfered the fruit cup from his abandoned tray.

"I don't know, Britt. Probably to profess his love of unicorns through the medium of show-tunes."

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"Quinn! What a pleasant surp -"

Ah, the wall slam. How I've missed thee.

"Shut it, Berry. What's this about you and your tranny brigade stealing all my players?"

"Oh yes, we've had quite the influx of new recruits into glee club today." Ryan replied happily despite being pinned to the wall. "First Santana and Brittany, then Finn, Noah, Mike and Matt. It's certainly been a good day for the arts."

Quinn almost blushed at that but refrained.

"You've been poaching my players!"

"While I admit that, yes, I did happen to hear Finn singing in the shower and just had to convince him to join the club, I did not convince any of the others to join. They did it of their own free will."

…In the shower?

Quinn would not freak out. He wouldn't. Absolutely not. No freaking out here, no sir.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN THE SHOWER WITH FINN?"

Ah.
So much for that.

Now, this was the most Quinn had spoken to Ryan since their…thing, and Ryan couldn't help but notice the way that the blonde turned ever-so-slightly possessive at the mere suggestion that he'd been with another person.
He decided to use it to his advantage.

Well, no. Actually, he decided to push his luck.

"Quinn, what I do in the shower with others in my own free time is hardly any of your business now is it?" he smiled condescendingly.

Quinn gaped for a second but quickly recovered with a nice insult.
"…But…Finn?"
Or at least that's what he meant to do.

"Quinn, if you don't mind, I have to get to glee. The new recruits have to audition and, as glee club captain, it's my duty to oversee the proceedings."

The singer gently pushed Quinn back and escaped his hold. He left the stupefied blonde to stare blankly at the wall.

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"I wanna join."

Quinn had caught up with Santana and Brittany in the hallway. They were on their way to audition for glee club.

"Oh, so Mr. 'I'm-not-joining-the-loser-brigade' has finally come to his senses and realised that I'm always right, Hmm?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look, I have to join, ok? Just let me tag along."

The Latina regarded the boy curiously. No doubt concocting a multitude of scathing insults to hurl.
She was stopped by the irresistible pout of her best-friend-but-maybe-something-more-but-don't-tell-anyone.

"Saaaan! Let Q join! I wanna dance with him!" Brittany stuck out her bottom lip and Santana was a goner.

"Fine. C'mon, Fabray, we gots some ass to shake." with that, she led them both to the auditorium where the loud whine of electric guitars could be heard.

"My girlfriend's a fun magnet.
My girlfriend's gotta have it.
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing flips,
Tip the man he'll ring the bell,
get her happy she'll scream like hell.
Pretty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.
Grab her hand, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll be disappointed.
No one really knows
if she's happy or if she's really happy,
but she's comin' back to my place tonight!"

Finn was up on stage with Puck who was wailing on a guitar. Quinn knew this song. Finn had well and truly butchered it with his attempt at making the lyrics PC. He even put emphasis on the words he'd changed. Just in case.
Puck joined in for the chorus. He seemed not to be bothered with changing the words and stuck with the original lines. Putting emphasis on the words he hadn't changed.
It was disastrous.

"She likes to shake her hands/ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her a home-cooked meal/grind her teeth
I like to hold her hand/strip her down she's friendly/naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!"

Santana was trying not to laugh by stuffing almost her entire arm into her mouth. Brittany just smiled and started jumping along with the beat.

Now Puck seemed to be singing only the unchanged words.

"Red socks/thong, party's on, love this song, sing along.
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home.
No-one really knows if she's happy/drunk or is she's really happy/stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight.
I say no-one really knows just how far she's gonna go,
But I'm gonna find out later tonight."

Puck took over the next part. This was a bad decision.

"Doesn't take her long to make things right.
But does it make her wrong to have the time of her life.
The time of her life.
My girlfriend's a dick magnet.
My girlfriend's gotta have it.
She's a gold digger now you figure out it's over, pull the trigger.
Futures finished, there it went, savings gone, the money spent.
I look around and all I see is, no good, bad and ugly.
Man she's hot and fixed to be, the future ex-Miss Connolly!"

Santana was, by this point, close to tears.

"She likes to shake her hands/ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her a home-cooked meal/grind her teeth
I like to hold her hand/strip her down she's friendly/naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!
She's a bad, bad girlfriend.
She's a bad, bad girlfriend."

The guitar faded out to reveal the shocked silence of the collective glee club including Mr. Shuester.

"Haha! Oh my God! Hahaha! No way!" Santana had finally cracked.

"The magical shower goblin told me that it'd be ok if I changed the words!" Finn protested.

"Oh my gosh! You've seen him too?" Brittany exclaimed. She was ignored.

"Right…um…thank's guys. That was…great." the curly-haired man praised. "Who's next?"

Santana pushed Quinn forward.

"Quinn! I didn't know you'd be joining us. What will you be performing today?" the man asked.

Quinn turned to the still-red-faced Latina and hissed "What? I don't know what to sing!"

She hissed back " 's on you, Q. Me 'n' Britts are just here to dance. And to spy or whatever."
She pushed the boy onto the stage as she and Brittany took their positions behind him.

"…Um…" Think, think, think! He looked down at the glee club. What a bunch of losers. His eyes caught Ryan's and the boy smiled encouragingly. Oh!

"Oh oh
Wee-ell-Now!
Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it.
Relax don't do it
When you want to come."

Brittany was still dancing even though Santana had fallen to the floor in a fit of hysterics.
Quinn saw Ryan trying to hide a smirk and snapped out of his temporary stupidity.

"No! Wait, let me start over."

The teacher nodded. Obviously, his heart couldn't take any more strain.

"Girl I know I don't know you
But your pretty little eyes so blue
Are pulling me in
Like the moon on your skin."

The magical band that knew every song ever started up to accompany his soft voice. The girls behind him made sweeping arcs with their bodies.

"I'm so glad you trusted me
To slide up on this dusty seat
And let your hair down
Get out of town.
Got the stars coming out over my hood
And all I know now is it's going good."

With the chorus, the entire club seemingly decided out of nowhere to join in. Quinn hoped they didn't do that often.

"You got your hands up
You're rocking in my truck
You got the radio on
You're singing every song.
I'm set on cruise control
I'm slowly losing hold
Of everything I got
You're looking so damn hot"

Now Ryan harmonised with him.

"And I don't know what road we're on
Or where we've been
From staring at you girl.
All I know is I don't want this night to end."

They were clapping now. It was weird.

"Gonna cuss the morning when it comes

Cause I know that the rising sun
Ain't no good for me
Cause you'll have to make the most of every mile
Do anything to make your smile
Land on my lips
Get drunk on your kiss."

He could have sworn he saw Berry staring at him just then. He shook it off. Whatever.

"Clock on the dash says 3:35
There's plenty of gas and the night's still alive.
You got your hands up
You're rocking in my truck
You got the radio on
You're singing every song.
I'm set on cruise control
I'm slowly losing hold
Of everything I got
You're looking so damn hot."

There it was again! Berry was checking him out! In front of everyone! How dare he?

"And I don't know what road we're on
Or where we've been
From staring at you girl.
All I know is I don't want this night to end.
You got your hands up
You're rocking in my truck
You got the radio on
You're singing every song.
I'm set on cruise control
I'm slowly losing hold
Of everything I got
You're looking so damn hot
And I don't know what road we're on
Or where we've been
From staring at you girl.
All I know is I don't want this night to end.
I don't want this night to end.
No I don't want this night to end."

The auditorium erupted into was congratulating him and patting him on the back. Yep, not bad for country.

"Quinn! You never told me you could sing! I mean, you have a lovely speaking voice so it stands to reason that you must have some sort of vocal ability but I never expected it to this extent. You were amazing. A little sharp, perhaps, but amazing none the less." Ryan beamed.

"Um…sure Berry." Quinn sighed, too tired and elated to start an argument.

"Well, guys, it looks like you all made the cut!" Mr. Shuester announced happily.

"If we all made it then how was there a cut at all? And how come Chang and Silent-guy got in? They didn't even perform!" Santana asked.

"It's a glee club," a boy in a wheelchair, Artie, explained "we're not picky."

"Right!" the curly man exclaimed "Assignments! I want everyone to go home and find a song that describes you to perform at the next glee club meeting."

"And when is that?" Quinn asked.

"Tomorrow!" was the smiley reply.

"Does he always cut it this close?" Quinn whispered to Artie.

"What? A whole day to prepare? We're privileged!"

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"So, Finn, I was thinking that we could work on that glee club assignment together to maximise efficiency. What do you think?"

"Um…sure, Ryan." Finn replied, looking down at the significantly shorter boy.

"Great! Meet me at my house in an hour! Bye, Finn!"

"But wait! I don't know where you -"
But he was already gone.
Quinn, however, was still around and had heard the entire exchange.
He stalked off after the boy.

"What are you playing at?"
Oh, it was a car he'd been pushed against this time. Nice touch.

"Quinn, I don't know what you mean." Ryan replied innocently.

"You know exactly what I mean. What's going on with Finn?" the blonde growled.

"We've merely scheduled a rendezvous at my house in order to work on the assignment together. Does that bother you, Quinn?"

"Yes it does."

"Well tough. We're doing it anyway." the singer stated defiantly.
Quinn wondered when it was that he lost all control over everything and everyone.

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Quinn was barely keeping it together. The jealousy was stifling.
How dare Hudson take what's his?
He wasn't done with it!

"Hey, Fabray." a random cheerio purred into his ear.
He didn't even look her way before dismissing her with a 'not now' and a wave of an arm.
Dejectedly, she tramped away.
He didn't notice. Or care.

He kept pacing the cracked tarmac outside the school.
It had been an hour and a half and his thoughts were only succeeding in making him even more worked up.

After seven more lengths, he decided to take action.
His pace didn't slow but now he had a destination in mind: the Berry house.

It only took ten minutes to get there.
He knocked but received no answer. This sent his imagination on a rampage.
The door was unlocked.
He entered.
There was no music.
There should be music!
Why isn't there music!

Enraged, Quinn stormed up the stairs to a door which was emblazoned with a large, gold star.
He barged in.

"Quinn!" Ryan yelped from his place at the computer while Finn sat on the floor amongst piles of manuscript books looking mildly dazed.

Quinn grabbed the tall boy by his collar and yanked him to his feet.
"Your mom wants you." he ground out through clenched teeth.

"Really? Thanks, Quinn!" Finn beamed and left the room in a hurry, probably relieved to have escaped.

"Quinn, I must tell you that bursting into someone's room while they're in the middle of an assignment is extremely rude. As is forcing Finn to leave. How did you get into the house anyway?"

"Door was unlocked." Quinn stated, advancing on the slightly shorter boy.

"Regardless, you should have knocked and waited for a response like any normal person would."

"Did knock. No answer. Didn't feel like waiting around." Quinn's eyes were glazed now as he leered at the singer.

"Just because you 'didn't feel like waiting', doesn't give you the right to break into someone's home. What if I'd been indecent?"

"Then I'd have gotten here just in time."

Then, Quinn pounced on the boy, pinning him against the computer desk.
Ryan wasn't all that shocked. After all, he had kind of planned this to make Quinn jealous. What confused him was the fact that there was a nice, large, comfortable bed not four feet away and yet Quinn insisted on pressing him against the hard edge of his desk.
Surely, if one was too choose a location for finally expressing emotions which have been pent up for long time, one would pick the bed.
Much more intimate.

"You thought you could fuck around with someone else and I'd just stand by and watch?" Quinn growled into Ryan's ear.

Ryan whimpered.
"I wasn't under the impression that you had any sort of claim on me." he husked.

Quinn scoffed.
"Of course I do, Berry, you're mine."

Ryan almost swooned but there was something in Quinn's tone, his words, that Ryan didn't like the feel of.

"What do you mean, Quinn?" Ryan gasped as their lower bodies collided.

"I mean, I own you. I own you and no-one else can have you until I'm done."

Oh.

Ryan pushed on Quinn's shoulders. Quinn pushed back. Far too heartbroken to put up with Quinn's lust, Ryan gave a rough shove to Quinn's chest, sending him staggering back.

Quinn looked at him, confused.

"Get out, Quinn." Ryan said calmly.

"What? We were just getting started." Quinn argued.

"Get out! You don't get to barge in here, treat me like crap and demand sex! Leave. Now."

Quinn didn't know what to do.
Thankfully, Ryan sorted that out for him when he pushed him through the door and down the stairs. They stood on either side of the threshold, Quinn wearing a panicked expression, Ryan a scowl.

"Come back when you're ready to accept yourself and start something real, Quinn." Ryan said before slamming the door in Quinn's face.

The blonde just stood there, staring at the door, for what seemed like an eternity.
And then the words sunk in.

Accept himself?
Something real?
…Come back?

"Fuck him." Quinn muttered as he stormed away.

Songs: Bad Girlfriend ~ Theory of a Deadman, I don't want this night to end ~ Luke Bryan.

AN: Hey, thanks for the reviews for Operation:CB. This one's gonna be multichapter but not too long. Probably three chapters.

Anyway, the next one has smut. You can thank baconbreadstix for that.

It might take ages for me to post chapters because I am easily distracted. Suggestions help. Thank you!