Author's Note: First of all, I don't plan on continuing this any time soon. I will, someday though, if I can. It's really more of a preview to a planned story. I have no idea when I'll ever write it, but I do plan on using this as a scene somewhere in it. Take it in whatever context you want, granted the given information. Make up your own explanation as to how Quinn came to be where she is, I don't care. Just keep in mind that if you put this on story alert (please do) it'll be a long time before it's updated. Unless, of course, there's an overwhelmingly positive response. Then I just might consider starting on it sooner.
"You don't know me." Quinn Fabray's harsh gaze drilled into the curly haired boy that was standing before her. Who was he to think that he did? Sure, he may have been in glee club for a short time with her, but he had been there specifically to spy on them and to bring Rachel down. Jesse St. James had never bothered with anything more than a second glance at pregnant girls like her.
"But maybe I want to." Her snort of disbelief following his statement echoed down the hallway of the UCLA dorm.
"Sure you do, St. Jackass. Just as surely as you never meant to smash Rachel's heart to into bits."
The normally charismatic boy just smiled sadly at her stinging words. "Actually, you've got that right. I never wanted to hurt Rachel. No one may believe it, but I really did love her once. What's it to you anyway? As I recall, you weren't particularly fond of her."
Quinn just laughed derisively at his accusatory words. This was getting really irritating. The self-important Broadway dreamer having a good memory did not give him the right to try and use her past against her. The past was past and Quinn be damned if anyone here in California was going to hear even a whisper of it. Jesse St. D-bag here was not going to ruin her fresh start.
"Me not liking the diva because she ruined my life does not negate the fact that you were a douche to her, St. James. Don't think I forgot," the blond-haired beauty snapped at the boy.
"I'm not like that anymore. People change."
That was a load of bullshit if she had ever heard any. Frankly, speaking crap like that was crossing the line.
"No, they don't. Trust me, people don't change. I would know," Quinn growled at Jesse.
The wide smile that had been steadily growing larger on his face (as had Quinn's irritation at it) grew even more at her words. Which really did not make sense, Quinn thought. But then again, it seemed as if nothing with Jesse ever made sense.
"Maybe that's true of most people, Quinn, but not of me. Really, I have changed," he said really quite earnestly, although this did nothing to defuse her distrust of him.
Her scowl grew deeper as she growled at him, "Listen here, St. Asshole. People. Do. Not. Change. I know. I've experienced it, I'm evidence of it. Puck told me he would be there for me whatever I did with our baby, and then he abandoned me after I gave her away. I was a bitch before my Babygate scandal, and I'm a bitch now, even if not quite as big of one. And you, you are still the same fucking ass who used Rachel and almost destroyed our glee club. Maybe you don't go around trying to destroy people's hopes and dreams anymore, but you are still that person at heart, I would bet on it."
Well. So much for keeping her past under wraps.
Finally, the maddening smile on his disgustingly handsome face dropped. "Fine, Princess, if that's what you think, I can't change that now. But I swear to God, if it's the last thing I ever do, I will convince you I've changed."
Quinn observed the suddenly determined expression Jesse now had. Despite all his bravado, she was quite sure that nothing he would ever do could convince her that he wasn't a self obsessed douche bag.
"Good luck with that, St. James," she finally said, and turned to retreat to her own dorm room.
Once she had reached the door and placed her hand on the door knob, she heard that same annoyingly appealing voice drift down the hallway after her.
"And I will get to know you, too, Fabray!"
For a moment, the blond contemplated giving him an answer but decided against it and instead just smirked to herself. Like hell Jesse St. James would ever know anything about her.
I know I said it'll be awhile before I update, but reviews would still be nice. Like... real nice.