Okay, so I've had this crazy idea for some time now but really wanted to finish "Eventually" first so now that it's done, and now that I have some clues about what's in store for Glee I'm starting this new one, kind of different, on the fantasy side, hope you enjoy!
True to cannon as of episode "Original songs", I finished to write this before prom Queen so I didn't know anything about the following episodes.
This chapter is quite short; it's more sort of a prologue.
Huge thanks to SLopez and Beget for their help :)
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Quinn Fabray sat dejectedly in the back of the Glee club, with the biggest headache of her life.
She rubbed her temples eying her new former-ex-boyfriend Finn Hudson, whatever he was, as he stared silently at Rachel Berry from his above position. Since they'd gotten back together she was catching him in this situation more and more often, much to her dislike.
In fact, she was catching him staring at Rachel much more often than staring at her lately. She slapped his arm, breaking his gaze and eliciting an interrogative grunt from him. He straightened in his seat, allowing her to wrap her arm in his possessively, but not really paying attention.
She saw Rachel get on her feet and stand facing the Glee club members. The brunette addressed her fellow gleeks energetically, fists on her hips, giving ideas for an upcoming number.
All Quinn could hear was an annoying, high-pitched, excited shrill as all she could focus on was the gold star shining around the shorter girl's neck. Rumor had it that it was a gift from her own boyfriend. And rumor at McKinley was, more often than not, right.
She got angered at the thought that it was a two hundred dollars gift. Something she was quite sure she could never expect from him.
Before she knew it she was on her feet, cutting Rachel's speech with a rage she didn't feel capable of. All eyes were on her, some appreciative, some shocked.
She went from petty comments to more declarations about wanting to punch her in the face before she ended with a disgusted "I'm done listening to you" and a dismissive flick of the hand.
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She found herself on her feet, yelling "I'm done listening to you" to a confused Mr. Schuester.
All eyes were on her, some shocked, some bored.
"Are you talking to me?" the teacher asked, incredulous.
Quinn looked at her surroundings, not having any idea what had just happened or what had gotten into her. It had been like waking up from a dream, yelling at something she couldn't remember.
"I'm sorry," she murmured resuming her seating position shamefully, as their teacher continued his speech on some upcoming number.
She got angered at the sight of Finn, clearly confused at her outburst. She was quite sure she could never expect to get his full commitment.
Her ears were ringing with the annoying high-pitched sound that was always associated to her raging migraines.
She watched Mr. Schue address them without listening to him.
She eyed her new former-ex-boyfriend, whatever he was now, as he stared silently into space. Again. Since they'd gotten back together she was catching him in this position more and more often, much to her dislike. More often than he actually stole glances at her. She slapped his arm, bringing him back to reality. He grunted something ineligible as she irritably locked her arm with his.
She rubbed her temples painfully.
Quinn Fabray sat dejectedly in the back of the Glee club, with the biggest headache of her life.
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To be continued (obviously)