A/N: Okay, so I said I would never write Glee, because it's my favorite show and it's still running, so I don't want to mess with it. But, this is a complete alternate-universe, so it has nothing to do with the current plot. (: I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: Quinn Fabray is a lowly geek with a secret. Will Schuester is the star of the Glee club who can't help but take an interest in her. But how will McKinley's severe caste system treat their new relationship? WillxQuinn AU.

This story is Quinn-centric, but will include the majority of the cast. Out of respect for the show, and in the tradition of Fan Fiction, the characters will maintain general personality traits, but roles will change, as well as other qualities.

Setting: William McKinley High School. 1992. All of the story's "kids" will be juniors.

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Goodmorning, McKinley High! Rachel Barbara Berry here with your Monday morning announcements. First on today's agenda, our wonderful cafeteria menu includes chicken chunks, celery and carrot cubes, and dirt pudding. In any case, all students planning to participate in today's "dining detour" should meet at the back entrance, BEHIND the cameras, at promptly 11:55am.

Furthermore, Principal Pillsbury has asked me to announce the new "no-tolerance" dress code policy. When asked for specifics, Pillsbury replied, quote, "I will leave that up to my discretion. I trust my students' judgement!" Unquote. Ladies, I would suggest colored spanks under your skirts, just to be on the safe side.

In McKinley stardom news, I'd first like to congratulate the football team on their sixth straight win this season! And most importantly, the glee club, starring moi, will be performing in this Friday's pep assembly, in preparation for this year's sectional competition.

Now, onto today's gossip! The Cheerios' resident lesbians, Brittany and Santana, were caught making quite the scene, yet again…

Quinn Fabray walked at a swift pace to her locker, trying to ignore Rachel's gossip announcements. They were rarely about her, as she was pretty much a nobody, but Quinn had been victimized by Rachel too many times in person to want to listen to her rule the school with her bashing of anyone low enough on the food chain.

It was interesting that Rachel was even allowed to say half the things she did in the school sanctioned announcements. However, everyone knew it was on account of McKinley's new principal, Miss Pillsbury. She was well-liked for being young and hot, but mostly, for being quite the pushover.

After grabbing a few things from her locker, Quinn moved quickly down the hall, headed towards her first class that morning. Even though she may not have been gossip-worthy, that did not mean she was above the daily eggings that occurred in the hallways between classes. Quinn didn't quite understand why they didn't just choose to splash a beverage in someone's face, rather than smash an egg over their head, but she supposed it was just cheaper to steal a couple eggs from the fridge.

Unfortunately for most of McKinley High's students, only two select groups were the ones doing the egging: the jocks and the glee club. Everyone else, the band geeks, the book nerds, the dungeons and dragons freaks, and the nobodies, were victimized on a daily basis. Quinn was weird. She wasn't freakish. She wasn't really involved in anything, as she was pretty much a nobody, but she didn't quite blend in the same way. The blonde wore her hair straight, amongst everyone's poofs, perms, and roller-made curls. She wore peasant shirts and skinny jeans with her 1980s converse, while everyone wore sweaters and leggings, or updated their pants to flared bottoms. Despite being an unnoticed human being, Quinn still received daily torment for standing out (in a bad way).

As she stumbled through the crowds of people, Quinn dropped her book on the ground. She bent down to pick it up and get back on her way, but as she stood up again, she found herself face to face with a perfectly smooth, porcelain white oval. Bracing herself, she shut her eyes and winced slightly backwards.

"You can open your eyes. I'm not going to hit you with this," the perpetrator declared.

Hesitantly, she did open her eyes, to find that he was no longer holding the egg out in front of her, but rather smiling at her a bit. It was Will Schuester, the star of the McKinley High Glee Club. Of course Quinn knew who he was; everyone knew Will. But she had no doubt in her mind that he had no idea who she was.

"Listen, you don't want to waste that on me," she said, hoping to convince him.

"Nah, I mean, your hair looks kinda nice today," Will said.

Quinn didn't respond, but instead grew a little doe-eyed, while suppressing a grin. The truth was, deep down Quinn knew she wasn't a nobody. She knew she was pretty, she knew she was smart, and she knew she was pure. In other words: she knew she was going places, unlike the rest of the school's Lima losers. While the rest of the school was caught-up in sexual revolution, popularity, and talent, Quinn was a good, Christian girl with a hard work ethic, focused on avoiding the drama of her peers. She knew she was better than that. Even if she would never convince the school of such a thing, Quinn was determined to make something of herself when it really counted.

Will had been lowly tossing the egg up and down in his hand. He shook it in front of her a bit and sighed, deeply.

"I don't even know why I have this, to be honest. Finn and Puck put me up to it. I figured it was a jock thing, but I guess it's just as expected from the glee big shots. I'm sorry, you probably don't care about any of this."

Having avoided an egging so far, Quinn was afraid to say what she really thought. That she hated his stupid glee club. Instead, she hugged her books closer and continued to stare at him. He smiled and tossed the egg to her. She struggled to release one hand from her books to catch it, almost dropping the fragile orb.

"There ya go," he said, "I think that's much better off in your hands, um…"

"Quinn."

"Quinn. I'm Will."

"I know," she called after him, "You're in my Spanish class!"

She burrowed her eyebrows, almost in a glare, but he was already halfway down the hall. She had tried saving face with the Spanish class excuse, but everyone knew Will Schuester as the glee club's male lead, whether they liked it or not. And most people liked it.

'What am I supposed to do with a stupid egg?' she thought to herself. Momentarily, she considered smashing it over Rachel Berry's head, but quickly ruled out that idea. She would much rather be anonymously victimized, rather than take a stand and have her life made a living hell. Besides, she would never stoop to the level of egging someone.

The bell rang, but Quinn quickly darted back to her locker and placed the egg on a shelf, before heading off to Miss Pillsbury's office for a late slip.

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Half her day had passed and fourth period had arrived, but despite her less than horrible run-in with Will, Quinn found herself no more pleased to be in Spanish class than she was any other day. In fact, fourth period was probably her least favorite time of the day, as she was surrounded by the most obnoxious group of people the school had to offer.

McKinley's elite crowd had inverted their desks to form a circle and was sitting on top of them. Rachel was giggling and constantly touching Will's best friend and her boyfriend, Finn Hudson. Rachel and Will were the glee club's male and female leads, so naturally, Finn and their friend Noah Puckerman—"Puck"—sang back-up, as well as co-captaining the school's football team. And of course, thrown into the mix was the Cheerio's co-captains, Terri Stephens and Sue Sylvester, who also served as back-up dancers in glee. Everyone knew that Will had a thing for Terri, but it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Against her conscious will, Quinn was very well-informed of all these details and brought up to date on an almost daily basis.

Sitting in desks, just outside the circle, were Brittany Greene and Santana Lopez. They were considered "sub-elite." As successful Cheerios, their reputations remained generally unscathed. However, when gossip queen, Mercedes Jones, uncovered their secret relationship, Rachel bumped them down a few notches, as she—and the majority of students—was quite homophobic.

With that, it was not surprise to Quinn when Mercedes said in a hushed voice, "Homo sighting, four o' clock!" and Rachel discreetly pulled a perfectly oblong egg from the pocket of her perfectly pleated skirt.

As she couldn't help but overhear, Quinn snapped her head towards the classroom's entrance to find Kurt Hummel standing in the doorway. Being the school's most flaming gay kid, Quinn knew exactly what Rachel was going to do. At one point, Quinn might have attempted to defend him—although it wouldn't have done much good—because Kurt had been the only "friend" she had ever had in high school. But that brief moment was long gone and Quinn could only shudder at the thought of the boy.

"Quinn Fabray, is it?"

She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her name. Will had seized the opportunity and approached Quinn, while Rachel carefully scoped out her surroundings to be sure their teacher was nowhere in sight and made her way towards the door.

"You didn't supply Rachel with my egg, did you?" he said, smiling at her.

Quinn simply shook her head, no. As much as she wanted Kurt egged, she knew handing a shell to Rachel would only result in it being immediately returned in the form of a yolk on her head.

Will placed both of his palms on the front two corners of her desk.

"Quinn, are you coming to see me perform on Friday?" he asked her.

"It's mandatory," she replied, shortly.

He let out a small bit of laughter.

"You're funny. I was only asking because I was wondering if you'd like to hang out after."

"No," she said, flatly.

"I'm wearing THE Gap!"

They were interrupted by the shouting of a very perturbed Kurt, who now had sticky, yellow egg yolk dripping onto the padded shoulders of his navy blue jacket and the shards of laughter coming from Rachel, who had returned to her circle to high five her friends. Their teacher had finally entered and Will hurried back to his seat, while Kurt stormed inside with clenched fists.

Quinn shivered as Kurt walked past her and sat a few seats back. She shivered at the thought of Will asking her to hang out. What did he want with her, anyway? She didn't trust any of these people and she'd rather just be a nobody. She shut her eyes tight and sank in her seat. 'Just two more years and you're out of here Quinn. And onto bigger and better things. Just two more years,' she thought to herself, 'And you're free.'

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A/N: I hope you guys like this! Please read and review to let me know what you think! (: