Follow Me

I strode down the hallway and everyone parted like the Red Sea. God, I forget what it felt like when they did that. I forgot what it felt like to be Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio, HBIC. I'd gotten so use to Quinn Fabray, pregnant ex-head-Cheerio, Glee loser. Thinking this, I had to smile. Although I wasn't doing this to be the HBIC again, it did feel good to have some power back.

I was just thinking this when she slammed me into the locker. Fuck, I thought. I forgot about Santana.

"This is all your fault! You told coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!" she screamed at me. This royally pissed me off. While I hadn't meant to hurt Santana, that was just ridiculous.

"You have surgery when you get your appendix out! You got a boob job!" I yelled back, trying to make her understand how ludicrous she was being.

"Yup, sure did!" Santana said and then she slapped me. Damn, I had forgotten how strong she was. All the Cheerios were ridiculously strong. It dawned on me I was totally out of shape. Was trying to rectify the Glee club going to be worth Sue's military workouts to get me back in shape?

"You can't hit me!"

"Sure I can, unless you got yourself knocked up again, slut!" she screamed. Well, nice to see she had some semblance of a heart. Nonetheless, that was way crossing the line. Furious, I pushed her into the lockers and grabbed at her hair. Ouch. Had I really come down to cat fighting? All of a sudden I found myself on the ground as Santana tried to pummel me.

I could hear Brittany just a few feet away as she deadpanned, "Stop the violence." Bless her heart. Her two best friends are fighting, and all she can do is spit a gang fighting slogan.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What is this? What happened to us being a family?" I heard Mr. Schuester as he rushed towards. He scooped me up off the ground from under Santana's blows.

Santana sprang back. "Oh, please. She has a family, she's a mother!" I froze for a second.

Oh.

No.

She.

Didn't.

Mr. Schue was holding me back as I screamed after her "Yeah, walk away! AND TIGHTEN UP YOUR PONY BEFORE YOU GET TO CLASS!" She did exactly as I said as she strutted into the crowd. Blood rushed in my ears as I shook and collapsed in Mr. Schuester's arms. I was sobbing before I knew what was happening.

"Come on, Quinn," he said. "Follow me to my office. We'll talk. Everything will be alright." I followed him blindly. Little did I know that it would the one thing I would regret the most. Following him.

Follow me, everything is alright. I'll be the one to tuck you in at night. And if you want to leave I can guarantee you won't find nobody else like me.