I was just minding my own business, until Santana put the pieces of the puzzle together.
She threw me against a wall of lockers and I heard the smash around my ears, but it wasn't as loud as Santana screaming at me.
"You did this to me! You told Coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!"
"You have as surgery when you get your appendix out. YOU GOT A BOOB JOB!" Another smash, but this time it's her body slamming against the metal.
"Yep, sure did!" Then, she slapped me! How dare she?!
"You can't hit me!" I'm Head Cheerleader now; she knows she can't do that.
"Sure I can, unless you got yourself knocked up again; slut!" That whore!
We push and shove, and pull hair until my ears are ringing and my head is pounding.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on?! What happened to us being a family?" Mr Schuester began to hold me back as I was getting up off the ground, after a rather hard shove from Santana, pushing us away from each other. No matter how hard I pushed, he kept me back. He has massive arms.
"Oh please! She has a family! She's a mother!" Santana turned to walk away. No. No way was she getting the last word in this.
"Walk away! And tighten up your pony before you get to class!" I scream. She will listen to the Head Bitch. She doesn't have a choice!
Mr Schue was still struggling to hold me, so I let out a sigh and stopped fighting. There was still a large crowd surrounding Mr Schue and I, with a gap where Santana Whore Bag had walked through.
"What are you all staring at? That's right. I, Quinn Fabray, am back as Head Bitch! Go to class. All of you, right now!" Ugh, they all suck. Britney walked towards Schue and I.
"Quinn that was really mean." She looked away, and looked back. "But, are you okay?"
"Yes Britney, I'm fine. Go to class."
"It's cool that you're head cheerleader again. I'll see you later."
Mr Schue walked me back to his office one the hallways were completely empty.

"Quinn, what's going on? It's not like you to fight." He passed me a glass of water then sat down at his desk.
"She got a boob job. Coach Sue has a very strict 'No Plastics' policy." I was being cold, which was stupid of me. I played with my Cross necklace; it's what I do when I'm nervous.
"So you fought her? Quinn, I understand. It's okay to let your walls down around me. It's just me; I'm not going to attack you. I don't expect you to be The Head Cheerleader when you're around me. I know that's not you."
"Mr Schuester, I just don't know what to do. I lost Finn, Puck, my Father and My Baby all in the same year. I had nothing left. It is easier now I'm back on the Cheerios, but I just feel so lost; even behind that Head Bitch Persona." My voice trailed off and tears slid down my cheeks.
"Hey, it's alright. Don't cry. Do you remember last year when you worried you weren't going to get it all back and I said you would? I was right wasn't I? You're Head Cheerleader, which means you're back in Sue's good books, you're a respected member of Glee Club and really, you're father really isn't that important. I remember when you were a freshmen and you'd come to school with bruisers. He was a jerk, wasn't he?"
"He didn't hit me."
"Quinn." He said. My shoulders started to shake and I was sobbing. How embarrassing?!
"He had alcohol problems, it wasn't his fault…"
"Darling, why are you still making excuses for him? He's gone now. Out of your life forever." Mr Schue stood up and walked towards me.
"Fran and I used to be so scared. Mom got the worst of it."
"Come here." He was holding his arms out for me.
"I'm so sorry…" I was mumbling into his shirt…No vest today? He smelt really good. Everything felt a little different in his arms, I felt safe and at ease. It was if all my troubles just melted away. He was stroking my hair in an effort to calm me down, the tears just kept on flowing though.
"Quinn, look at me." He lifted my head from his chest but I didn't want to let go completely, so I kept my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart racing as he held my face in his hands.
"You are beautiful. You're such a good kid and you have got talent. Singing, dancing and cheerleading." He drew a deep breath in. "Quinn, there is no one in this school. This district, this state, this country or this world like you are. You are so strong. I love you, our Glee club loves you, and I'd imagine that Coach Sue even loves you. You own McKinley High, you are McKinley high." He looked at me, with those big brown eyes of his, and I felt my heart melt and his begin to race even faster than before. He leaned in, and I filled the gap between us.
Our lips locked and I could instantly taste coffee. It felt good, my heart went into over drive, and I think I was in danger of having a heart attack on the spot. He didn't push for the kiss to go any further, we were just enjoying it. When we broke the engagement, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to actually talk.
"Mr Schue." I whispered, before turning and walking out of his office.