A/N: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, there would be more scenes with the Warblers in it and Jeff would have a bigger role.
Waiting for practice to start, resting in a chair, Quinn suddenly looked over at Finn and Rachel. They were whispering quietly, huge foolish grins on their faces. Typical, Quinn thought to herself, rolling her eyes at the couple. Ever since he proposed they can't get enough of each other.
Quinn pursed her lips and looked ahead, hoping Mr. Schue would come in quickly. Instead though, Sam and Mercedes walked in hand-in-hand, laughing. Quinn raised her eyebrows at them. What happened to Sam?
She was sick of love, mostly because she didn't have a romance of her own. But it wasn't her fault. All of the guys in glee club were either taken, or wanted nothing to do with her.
"Come on, Mr. Schue," Quinn muttered under her breath. Still, no luck. Where in the world is he? He should've been here five minutes ago.
"I think someone's looking grumpy," a voice said. Quinn looked up to see Blaine and Kurt staring at her. Oh god, even the gays have it better than me.
Quinn shook her head without answering him and stood up. She couldn't take it anymore. Quinn stormed out of the room, hands clenched into tight fists by her sides.
Tears started to roll down her face as Quinn was seeking for a place where she could just be alone. She wanted to be away from McKinley, away from everyone there; especially the kids in glee club. They were all just mocking her with their happiness and their boyfriends.
A shoulder bumped her, causing Quinn to stop. She sighed and was prepared to kick this guy's ass. Who did he think he was anyway? I'm in a crappy mood, and I don't need some big hotshot making things worse.
The guy turned around, and Quinn immediately forgot about everything. His hair was bleach blonde that hung off to one side; his eyes chocolate orbs that gleamed brightly when he finally spoke.
"Sorry," he said, facing Quinn. She was stunned, stuck in her place, and had no idea how to respond. The guy smiled at her sweetly making Quinn feel very shy.
"You okay?"
"Um… yeah," she replied, wiping her eyes, hoping her mascara hadn't smudged. Especially in front of this cutie. "I should've watched where I was going."
"It's fine," the guy reassured her, and there was something in his voice that made Quinn melt. She blinked. He looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't think straight and had no idea where she'd seen him before.
"What are you doing here anyway? You're not a student," Quinn remarked. The guy nodded, his smile widening.
"Correct," he replied. "I'm looking for a friend."
"Seems reasonable," Quinn said. "Did you find them?" The boy cocked his head to the side slightly, pondering over the millions of answers he could use to answer her.
"Not yet, but I think I've found someone," he told Quinn. She blushed and looked away. He was sweet and charming, two traits Quinn couldn't resist. "I'm Jeff."
Jeff held out his hand, and Quinn gladly shook it.
"Quinn Fabray," she replied. Jeff nodded.
"Sterling," Jeff said. Quinn raised her eyebrows at him. Jeff, noticing his goof, laughed. "My last name, I mean. Not that you aren't sterling yourself, Ms. Fabray."
"Nice catch," Quinn commented, smiling at him. She liked Jeff. He was just what she needed.
"Well, I better get going then," Jeff said. Quinn nodded. Of course he had his own school to get back to. Quinn wondered how he was at McKinley at this time of day.
"I bet your peers miss you," Quinn teased. Jeff smiled and waved as he turned to go. Quinn opened her locker when she heard her name. She looked back at Jeff who was running up to her, a small slip of paper in his hand.
"Call me," he said, placing the paper in Quinn's hand and curling her fingers around it. Jeff flipped his hair to one side before leaving. Quinn grinned to herself, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.