Nerd!Quinn
Cheerio!Rachel
I don't own any of these characters.
This is AU and i'm not a writer, just a person with ideas.
Quinn POV
'God bless America.' I thought as my locker seemed to slam on its own again. Or at least I wish that was the case. The hockey team decided it's fun to play this game, let's see how many times we can slam Lucy's locker till she gives up. I've never been fond of the name Lucy and I secretly my friends would call me by my middle name, Quinn. 'That is if I had any close friends' I thought to myself once more bitterly. Another slam of the locker. Okay. I'm done.
—English Class—
This is the only class I don't have a high grade in. Why? Well I wanna say it's because I'm always missing my book due to the slamming of my locker. But no, I don't need a stupid book to pass this easy class.
The beautiful brunette sitting next to me. She is the reason.
"Hey did you catch that last part?"
Shit is she talking to me?
"..Dork?"
Her lips are moving…she is taking to me oh god answer you fool, "Ah! Uh no? Maybe?" I replied moving the papers around in front of me. "She said we're partners for a presentation due next week. So you'll get it all done by then right?"
Of course, just my luck.
"Ah well maybe we could actually I don't know work on it to-" As I talk I see her take a deep breath. I'm almost certain she's about to go on a rant.
"I'll stop you right there. By no means am I to be seen with you or even work on something with you. I could finish this easily by myself and I see no need for partners, furthermore.." I love when she rambles, "I need to work on my applications and focus on my vocal training. So I can't be bothered with this silly project and that is why you're going to do it. Report back to me later this week."
I watched as she gathered her books then made her way out of the room, red skirt flowing behind her. What a nice skirt, I'm pretty sure they get shorter every yea- "Oh hell no there's no way I'm doing this all by myself!" I yell out her words finally reaching my brain.
I run out of the classroom only to find a hallway packed full of students.
"Hey Luce!" I hear a voice to my left, "Are you still down for some League tonight?"
"I don't know Sam, I apparently have a project to work on." I replied to my sorta friend. All we really do is play games together, we never talk about anything else. He is actually the only one that engaged in a conversation with me. Why? Because I was wearing a League of Legends shirt. Some dumb online game I play and he was determined to become friends ever since.
"Oh lame. Uh well guess I'll catch ya later."
'Yeah good talk buddy' I thought to myself "Alright." I replied instead.
What was I doing? Oh right. The beautiful brunette. Of course I know her name is Rachel but I can never get her name past my lips. When I do say it I want it to be a special moment. Even if that moment never comes. There's a reason for everything I believe. People get the things they deserve, and I don't deserve her or the right to say her name.
"Fucking move it dweeb, I got places to be and the look on your face is making me sick. Think about your gay anime girls elsewhere."
"I'm impressed you know what anime is Satan." Seems like talking to Rachel today gave me some confidence. I hope I don't get punched.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Satan, I mean, Santana replied already bringing back her fist.
"San, let's just get to class we're watching a movie!" Ah my savior Brittany S. Pierce, she's Wonder Woman in my eyes.
"Yeah sure Britt, I'll deal with this trash after school" Santana grabs the hand Brittany is holding out, and I'm blessed looks can't kill because I'd be dead 20 times by now.
There's no way I can catch of to Rachel now so I decide to head to my next class. Math. You mean nap time?