Author's Note: Alright, before we begin, I must tell you that in this fic, there is no Glee club whatsoever. Quinn was never pregnant. And I'm pretty sure that most of the students take Spanish in the show, however, in this fic, they will be taking French, since that is one of the only languages I know. Another thing, I think it's clear that I do not own Glee. And the title of this fic comes from Late Night Alumni's You Can Be The One. And also, this fic is very angsty. You have been warned. Enjoy.
Quinn Fabray was nearly dozing off in her fourth period class, French. The blonde had her chin resting on one of her palms, and the other one held a black pen, barely touching the looseleaf in front of her. Her teacher, Mr. Shue, droned on and on about conjugating random words. It had been twenty minutes into the period, with twenty-five more, long minutes remaining. Quinn's mind was only half-awake as she unconsciously scribbled down random gibberish.
She quickly jolted in her seat when she heard someone enter the classroom, slamming the door after them. Her eyes opened to find a petite brunette with heavy, black bags under her eyes. Her irises were a creamy, chocolate, yet there was no sign of life there, as if she was soulless and dead. She had a light tan and her lips were stretched into a clearly fake smile. Quinn could tell, since she herself had that expression for ages now. The girl held a pass in one hand and a single, purple binder under her other arm. Something was extremely off about her.
"Miss, I do believe you are in the wrong class," the curly haired teacher told her as he quirked an eyebrow.
"No, sir, I don't believe so. Is this room 314?" the brunette questioned almost silently, tugging at her argyle sweater uncomfortably.
Mr. Shue nodded, "Um, yes-"
"Yeah, well, I just transferred here, I even have a pass," she mumbled, "I'm Rachel Berry."
"Oh, I see, may I see your pass?" he asked, strolling towards her.
She nodded, stepping closer to him as she held out her pass. Mr. Shue gingerly took it, studied it for a second, before nodding approvingly.
"Alright, um, you can sit in the third row, second seat," Mr. Shue commanded, choosing a seat right in between Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman, also known as Puck.
Rachel nodded before retrieving back her pass from Mr. Shue, then slowly trudged to the appointed seat. Quinn straightened her posture and studied the brunette as she glided into her the seat two seats in front of her. Rachel's eyes locked with Quinn's right before she settled into her seat. Quinn frowned, she could easily tell Rachel was deeply troubled. Quinn caught Finn and Puck exchanged knowing smirks, and she frowned again.
There was chatter among the students about the new student, who was now writing something in her binder.
"She's so creepy looking," a Cheerio commented.
"Ugh, I hate her already, I don't even want to see her face," another Cheerio sneered.
"Why does she look like a raccoon?" one of the nerds murmured.
"Watch me get into her pants before you do," Quinn heard Finn challenge Puck.
"Oh really, do you really want to bet that? You're on," came from Puck, which didn't surprise Quinn at all to hear that from the mohawked male.
"Buy some extra slushies tomorrow, will you?" Azimio whispered not so quietly to his friend Karofsky, who nodded with a smirk strewn across his cheeks, bumping his fist against Azimio's.
Quinn's own friend, that sat across the room from her, exclaimed, "Argyle? Who wears argyle? What the-" Quinn glared disapprovingly at the flamboyant male, Kurt, who continued to ramble on and on to absolutely no one.
Quinn wanted to slap each and every head in the classroom, and it was clear Rachel heard everything, for she cringed each time someone said something offensive. Quinn only heard one person mention Rachel was pretty, and it was the voice inside her own head. Quinn stared at Mr. Shue in confusion, why wasn't he stopping all the insults? It was obvious he heard, the taunts were pretty loud.
Mr. Shue suddenly began teaching again, ignoring all the talking his students were doing, and Quinn felt like dozing off again, but somehow couldn't. She eyed Rachel Berry for the remainder of the period, and almost wanted to defend her.
Minutes before the period ended, Mr. Shue assigned partners for a dialogue about activities done during the weekend that was due next week. Surprisingly, Mr. Shue put Quinn and Rachel together. After Mr. Shue was done giving out partners, Rachel casted Quinn a genuine grin as she marched towards the blonde.
"Hi," she greeted shyly, tightening her grasp around her purple binder.
"Hey," Quinn returned with a short smile.
Rachel eyed her uneasily, a content grin still plastered across her lips as an awkward silence invaded the air. "Uh-"
"I can show you around if you'd like, and you could come over to write and memorize the dialogue," Quinn suggested, closing her binder. "I could help you memorize, too, and vice versa."
"Um, you don't have to show me around, and sure, I guess," Rachel's smile slightly dropped, and Quinn was curious why, but didn't ask.
"Er-okay," Quinn tore off a random piece of paper from her binder and rapidly scrawled down her address and phone number before handing it to Rachel. "You can come at any time. I'll be home all day."
The bell then rung, signaling the end of fourth period, and everyone scrambled around the two.
"Alright, thanks, I'll see you later then?" Rachel questioned, unsure.
"Of course," Quinn nodded.
Rachel sent her a heartwarming smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, before rushing out of the classroom. Quinn couldn't help but frown to herself as she watched Rachel scurry away. It was clear something was off, Quinn noted again.
Author's Note: Just a fairly quick chapter about an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. I might continue, although I do have several WIPs. Anyone want to make a prediction about what's up with Rachel? Oh, and please review. Reviews make me motivated and content.