Quinn walked to her locker on a cloudy, overcast Monday was pleasantly surprised with the sight of Brittany and Santana leaning against her locker. As she opened it she raised her eyebrows at Santana's stance. She stood with her arms crossed and Brittany soothingly stroked her arm. Santana was majorly pissed at something. Or more likely someone. Quinn's suspicions were confirmed when she huffed 'who does he think he is'.

At that moment, Puck walked down the hall in all his 'bad ass' glory. As he strode confidently he winked at Santana, confused when she just continued to glare at him until he turned around and left as quickly as possible. Which of course wasn't very fast because Puck never got scared. Yeah right.

"So," Quinn questioned, not really caring," Who was it?"

Santana and her had somehow managed to patch up their friendship and called it even. Quinn honestly didn't care but knew if she wanted to remain HBIC that she needed Santana as an ally, not an enemy. When Santana was like this it usually meant one of two things: one, Breadsticks was closing and seeing as they had a lot of business and a constant flow of McKinley high students who went there for dates, that was unlikely. So Quinn went with option number two: some boy had refused to make out with her. That was the most colossal insult that could be made to Santana. Because, in Santana's own words: "Every one wants to be all up in my biz."

"Some new boy," she said. Trying, but failing, to appear indifferent.

Quinn snapped around to face her. That was something. In Lima, Ohio a new boy was not something that you see everyday. And even more, she had expected it to be someone in school, who had a girlfriend or something. But this? Some new boy denying the change to make out with the hot, Latina Cheerio? Something's fishy. He might be on Kurt's team but Quinn decided not to say this out loud. Santana could do with dropping a couple of pounds off her ego.

The bell rang signalling Quinn's cue to get to English. She waved goodbye to Santana and Brittany, who had Spanish. As she walked down the hall, head held high, shewondered exactly who this new boy was. And, whether or not she could manage to convince him to join glee club. Ever since Matt left, they needed and extra member. She figured it would be impossible trying to convince someone else to join, seeing as they knew the consequences and the slushie facials, but with this new kid there may be a chance.

It may seem odd that Quinn Fabray, newly re-instated Head Cheerio and HBIC was recruiting for glee club, but she believed that she owed it to them. They'd been there for me last year when she wasn't on top and hoped that if she accopmlished this, she would no longer owed anything to Rachel Berry.

Quinn walked into English and sat down. Everyone in class was chatting to their partner but she simply pulled out her binder and test pad ready to take notes. Unlike everyone else, Quinn didn't have anyone sat next to her. Matt used to sit there and they would have short conversations but since he transferred no one wanted to fill his seat. And Quinn liked it this way. Everyone didn't dare to approach her. Quinn took it as a sign that she was once again in power and once again at the top of the social food chain.

As Mr. Daniel marched to his desk, the chatter slowly died down. People began taking their places and others began silently passing notes to each other. Turning around to face the board and begin, a beach blonde boy, whom Quinn had never seen before, entered. Apologising, he admitted with a sheepish grin that he had gotten lost. So, this must be the new boy, Quinn thought to herself.

Mr. Daniel offered a kind smile before gesturing to him to take a seat. As the blonde turned to face the class, Quinn groaned internally. She was pretty sure that the only seat available in the whole class was next to her. Smiling shyly, he made his way over towards her desk and nonchalantly sat down.

"Sam Evans," he said, offering his hand.

"Quinn Fabray," Quinn said glaring at his hand and pointedly held her pen tightly in her hand until he slowly lowered it.

Once she said her name Quinn saw his non-proportioned mouth form a tiny, well not so tiny, 'o'. Quinn quickly turned her attention back to her notes in order to hide my wince. He had only been here for a day yet Quinn was sure that Karofsky and Azimio had already informed him about last year's events. Probably told him that she was easy and just to go straight for it. She could not have any of that.

They didn't talk again for the beginning of that lesson. Quinn remained rigid and unmoving in her seat, not showing any emotion.

She noticed that Sam was fidgeting around in his chair and barely taking any notes. Quinn didn't blame him, Mr. Daniel was pretty only reason that Quinn herself was writing anything down was as an attempted distraction from the cute boy sitting next to her. However, Quinn still wished he would just copy something down. Because, instead of writing anything down, he just stared at her.

Continuosly, she simply glowered at him. If he didn't stop staring she was going to snap his head off.

"Did I do something to make you angry with me?" he asked. When he said it, he was sincere, and caring. Not to mention, oh so adorable. Quinn shook my head to clear it. She'd only just met the boy, since when did she start thinking that? This was her year, her year as an independent woman. She did not need a Matthew McConaughey stunt double to distract her of that.

Unsure what to say in reply, Quinn said the first thing that came to my mind.

"My friend's angry with you."

"Um, who?" Sam asked, obviously genuinely perplexed.

"Santana."

" I'm pretty confident you noticed, but I'm new here so you're gonna have to help me out and be a little more cooperative."

Quinn smiled slightly. Stop it, she scolded herself. You do not think him funny.

"The Cheerio, I mean cheerleader, that offered to make out with you this morning."

"Oh." Sam looked away embarrassed, clearly not wanting to bring up the subject. A light blush appeared on his cheeks and Quinn smiled at his uncomfortableness.

Sam decided to stare at heragain and he took in my Cheerios uniform before tapping his pen against the table to the beat of a song that was on the edge of Quinn's memory yet she couldn't place. Quinn frowned in frustration attempting to figure out what song it was.

"You're not gonna offer are you?" he asked after some time.

"Most definetely not," Quinn replied sharply.

"Too bad," he muttered.

"What was that?" She quirked an eyebrow even though she'd heard him perfectly.

"Nothing, " he shook his head before finally attempting to write down some notes," Nothing at all Quinn."

She smiled when he said my name. She actually hoped that he would join New Directions. It could be fun.