Hello everyone, this is going to be a (I believe)three part story. The other parts will be longer, I promise. This idea has been rattling around in my brain for long enough, so I figured I might as well write it. Anyway, enjoy! And if you are thus inclined, I have a tumblr: noothernames(dot)tumblr(dot)com.
Quinn dropped herself down into a chair in the Glee club room with an annoyed huff. Today had just been a terrible day.
She had intended to start the day off by putting on her best outfit, which included a very cute pair of heels. However, when she had gone to her closet to find said heels she discovered that they weren't there. Probably swiped by Santana. The bitch. They weren't even her style, meaning they weren't six inch high strappy stilettos. So because she didn't have the heels she had to choose a different outfit –one that wasn't nearly as nice as the first –to go with her pair of sneakers.
She was at that point late for school. So she forewent breakfast and rushed to her car. She shivered at the freezing interior of the car and quickly turned the ignition, eager to get the heater going. There was one complication to that plan, her car didn't start. Swearing foully under her breath, Quinn tried turning the ignition again and again.
Nothing.
Her battery must have been dead or something. Great. And her mom had gone to work already and so she couldn't give her a boost.
Weighing her limited options, she bit the bullet and chose an unsavoury one. She scrolled through the contacts list of her cell and called the number. The phone only rang twice before an answer came through.
"What the fuck do you want, Fabray?"
Quinn made an irritated face.
"Oh that's just charming. I need you to come pick me up, my car won't start."
"How is that my problem?"
"Please S, I just need you today," Quinn said with a softer tone, remembering that you're supposed to be nice to people you're asking favours from.
"A lot of girls need me Quinn. What makes you so special?"
She rolled her eyes at the predictable sexual innuendo.
"Well do you remember how you stole my boyfriend a couple weeks ago? I think you owe me one."
Santana snorted in derision.
"Yeah, and I kept him for about two seconds before I got a much better offer. He's free now and I don't see you chasing him around so don't pretend like you're upset about it."
Quinn made a sound of agreement, against her will. She had been upset about the whole Sam and Santana thing at first but it had been such a short relationship that it was done almost before it began. And now that Sam was single again, and starting to seem interested in reconnecting with Quinn, she just didn't feel like going there for whatever reason.
"Alright, I'm glad we're in agreement. So now let's just say I'll pick you up and you owe me a favour in the future..." Santana said, with an ominous tone.
Quinn felt a chill go down her spine. Santana was famous for racking in favours from different people and never cashing in on them. She told everyone that she was saving them up for something big. She even kept meticulous record of the favours owed to her by different people in a leather bound book. Possibly written in blood, or at least that's what Quinn imagined.
She specifically avoided asking Santana for anything for this very reason. She didn't want to owe so many favours that one day Santana would demand help in moving a body or for a set of her fingerprints on the murder weapon or something.
"Q, stop thinking about whatever sexual fantasy you have in your head and answer me. Do we have a deal or not?"
She flushed furiously and glared at her car. She took a quick look at her watch. It was getting late.
Son of a...
"Fine. Get here soon," she said through gritted teeth.
She could practically hear the smirk in Santana's reply.
"Of course, my good friend. You won't regret this. Actually, you might."
Santana had arrived at her house quickly, at least. But apparently having that favour to hold over Quinn's head wasn't enough to satisfy her. In the car Quinn sat with arms crossed, trying to ignore her gloating friend. And Santana saw this as an opportunity to torture her.
"What's that Quinn? You want me to tell you about what Britt and I did the other night? In detail? Of course you would you dirty girl," She taunted.
And so she did go into detail and Quinn sat in her seat blushing so hard she thought she might faint. Santana especially relished how Quinn would flinch at certain anatomical words. She knew exactly what to say to make the former Celibacy club president incredibly uncomfortable.
What Quinn hoped that Santana didn't know was that much of her discomfort with this story had to do with the fact that completely against her will she was getting turned on by the description of her friends getting it on. By the way Santana smirked at her though, that might have been too much to hope for.
God Glee club really did turn you gay. Quinn had never thought about these things before joining. Or at least she didn't think about them as much before.
Stupid teenage hormones.
Finally, the assault ended as they reached school. They parted ways, each headed to their individual classes. Or at least Quinn had been intending to go to class. But there Finn was, standing in front of the locker that contained all her textbooks, obviously looking to catch her. Quinn had to duck quickly out of the hallway before he saw her. Great, just great.
Finn had been hounding her for weeks, asking her out and trying to show her how much better he was than Sam. Whatever appeal he had had when she was still dating Sam was ruined by his unceasing persistence and the unwarranted arrogance that he had developed.
And now she was hiding from him in the library and missing her history class. This was exactly what she had wanted to be on time to school for. It was totally worth owing the mystery favour to Santana.
So she sat and stewed in silence until about half her class was over before sneaking to her locker. She was almost sure that Finn wasn't so dumb or desperate that he would miss his whole class just for the chance to talk to her, but she wasn't completely sure. Thankfully the hall was empty when she got to it and she was able to retrieve her books before retreating back to the library. She wasn't going to chance meeting Finn in between classes.
She went to English class when the bell sounded, hoping that her day would start to turn up a bit. No such luck.
The poetry assignment that she thought was due next week was apparently due today and all Quinn had on hand was the rough copy of a terrible attempt at an ode. And her teacher even selected her as one of the lucky few that got the marvellous opportunity of reading the poem aloud to the class before handing it in. She could feel the whole class holding in laughter, revelling in her embarrassment as she stumbled through the poorly worded thing. Then when she went to hand in the poem her teacher looked at the slightly crumpled loose-leaf page –written in pencil, no less –in distaste.
Things just kept to that standard of crappiness all day. And now she was in Glee club when really all she wanted to do was get home somehow and sleep until the world righted itself. The last thing she needed that day was for Rachel Berry to walk in and start shoving her crazy in everyone's faces.
And that's exactly what happened.
Everyone save Rachel was in the room and Mr Schue was about to start when the girl made her dramatic entrance and went to stand at the front of the room.
"Uh Rachel? Did you want something?" Will asked her.
He really needs to learn not to ask her that, Quinn thought with a frown.
"Mr Schuester, I have an announcement of such great proportions that I'm sure it will shake this entire school, perhaps this entire town, to its core. You might want to take a seat," She dismissed him from the front.
She did not just say that.
Mr Schuester, looking uncertain, took a seat. Rachel briefly smiled at the compliance, before putting her 'serious' face on.
"Members of New Directions, as many of you are aware of, I, Rachel Berry was born with a gift. A sixth sense which, though not fully developed, has in the past lent to me a vast deal of knowledge that my ungifted peers were not privy to," she announced before sending a sympathetic look to said ungifted peers.
You could almost hear the collective eye roll. Quinn felt annoyance start to well up inside her. First Rachel was telling some stupid story which was obviously just a sad attempt at making herself feel even more special than she already was, and now she was taking pity on her fellow members? Really?
She heard Mercedes mutter "Sweet Jesus" and couldn't have agreed with that statement of exasperation more.
"Now, as I've said, this sixth sense was not fully mature. Until now. I have had reason to believe that my psychic powers have grown exponentially, to the point where I can determine important events in the near future, rather than having just the simple intuition that has helped me in the past."
She lifted her head up proudly.
"In other words, I can now truly call myself a psychic," She announced smugly.
A loud snort of laughter that could only have come from Puck resounded through the room. Quinn rolled her eyes and tried to think of something soothing to keep down her anger over the diva's antics. Unfortunately instead of imagining a picturesque beach at sunset, she could only hear Santana's sex stories in her head, which did the very opposite of calm her down. There was some more laughter, as well as some criticisms.
"Really girl? Really?"
"Hey Man Hands, if you're actually psychic, why do you never see the slushies coming?"
"Is that all, Rachel? Because we have a meeting to start..."
"I believe you Rachel."
Everyone in the room turned to look at Brittany, who was grinning genuinely. Rachel seemed taken aback and touched by this.
"Thank you Brittany. They say that all the great ones have to suffer the ridicule of unbelievers until they can prove themselves. But when I do prove myself, everyone will look to you with respect, as the first person to believe in my abilities."
Brittany sat up a little straighter in her chair and sent a smug look Santana's way. The Latina rolled her eyes but then took the girl's hand and squeezed it lovingly.
Finally Quinn felt like she needed to say something because the frustration... no, she meant anger, yeah that was a better word, that was building inside her was making her feel like she was going to burst.
"Berry. Do you have any proof of your 'special powers'," she started, using air quotes and dripping sarcasm "or are we just supposed to blindly believe something like this?"
"I could go into the irony of a devoutly Christian girl demanding proof of something seemingly miraculous like this, but I know that would only aggravate you."
Quinn's eyebrows twitched. Well she was good and aggravated now. She fixed the girl with a harsh glare but Rachel seemed immune to it. She probably was, considering their antagonistic history.
"I do have proof, however it will not be revealed until tomorrow. The reason why I chose to tell you all about my psychic powers was because I have discovered that something big is going to happen tomorrow. Something potentially dangerous," Rachel told them portentously.
A shiver went through each member of New Directions. Quinn shook her unrest off, remembering that this was just Rachel being an attention whore again. She looked around the room to see her fellow members' reactions. Most seemed sceptical, but some looked uneasy. Puck in particular was susceptible to superstition and he seemed nervous. Brittany had nestled herself tightly into Santana's side, hugging the girl's arm in a tight grip. Santana was glaring at Rachel, obviously blaming her for Britt's fear. Rachel nodded sympathetically with the group, put a hand on her hip, and continued.
"I would ask you all to remain in your homes and prepare yourselves for any event, whether it is a large-scale riot or a freak snow storm. Stock up on food and first aid supplies and of course fresh water."
The kids were looking to one another in order to figure out if they should believe any of this. There was a growing murmur in the room. Rachel stood still at the front of the room, looking proud that she could help her fellow students. She had no right to look proud of telling them basically nothing. It was pissing Quinn off.
"Really? You expect us to believe that? You've left that so wide open that if anything news-worthy happens tomorrow you're just going to point to it and say 'Oh, you see? I was right'. This is stupid, you are NOT a psychic. Get over yourself."
The murmuring stopped completely as everyone looked back and forth between an irate Quinn and a serenely calm Rachel. After a beat Rachel said "If that's what you believe, Quinn. I'm only looking out for your safety, after all. Just don't say I didn't warn you."
Safety? Like Berry gave a damn about anyone other than herself. Quinn stood up quickly, grabbing her bag.
"Whatever, your delusions of grandeur don't faze me. I'm leaving this train wreck of a meeting and tomorrow I'm going to come to school, because it's just going to be a normal day," She announced.
Rachel just looked at her sadly, like she was missing the whole picture. With one last glower Rachel's way, Quinn stormed out of the room. She didn't care that she was going to have to walk all the way home, what was most important was showing Rachel Berry that she was wrong and that Quinn wouldn't put up with her antics.
The next day's events, however, would make it a little harder for her to deny that Rachel Berry had something special about her.