Runaway Baby

Authors Note: This is just a little something that I typed out. Okay so I have a lot more typed out for it. So if you like it, let me know and I'll keep on writing it. Also, if you're reading BEOHA, that will be updated sometime this week. :) Enjoy.

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Santana Lopez was everything Quinn Fabray had been raised not to be.

Quinn was raised to be the good little catholic girl, who went to church every Sunday. Who spoke with manners. Reffered to her elders as Sir or Ma'am. She was conservative and content. She never spoke out of line, or cursed for that matter.

Santana Lopez was the exact opposite. She gave absolutely zero fucks about anything. Her parents marriage should win a golden globe for their acting. Her Father's love came in the form of his credit card. She crossed the line many a time. So much so, that now the line no longer exists.

Quinn wore summer dresses, with little cleavage. And matching headbands.

Santana loved leather pants, and low cut tops.

Quinn never had any real friends.

Santana and Puck had been raised together. They came as a package. Going everywhere and anywhere with each other.

Quinn passed with straight A's.

Santana wondered how it was possible that she was still in school.

Quinn hated confrontation.

Santana loved it.

Quinn liked boys.

And Santana was out a proud.

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Quinn Fabray's emotions were a mix of fear and excitement on her first day at McKinley High. She had been transferred due to her Father getting a new job in Lima. It was a new start for her. Her boyfriend Julian had recently broke up with her because she wouldn't put out, and recently began dating the biggest slut at her old school.

She walked through the halls of McKinley, clutching at her books as every student made it very clear they had noticed the new girl. Every pair of eyes on her. Watching as she found her way to her locker. She kept her head down, putting away her books. She just had to get through this day. Wait until the new girl buzz wore off. She closed her locker, finding an overly excited girl standing next to her.

"Allow me to introduce myself." She held out her hand. Quinn wasn't sure if she should take it or not. "I'm Rachel Berry. Star of McKinley's very own Glee club! And you, you are new?" Rachel waited in anticipation for the new girl to speak.

"H-hi. I'm Quinn...Fabray." Quinn took the offered hand in her own.

"Well Quinn Fabray. Welcome to McKinley! I'd be happy to show you around. I know it must be tough being the new girl and-"

Rachel's words were cut off as her face had been covered by a green slush from behind Quinn.

Quinn jumped with fright, and in complete disbelief. She watched down the hall as the aforementioned slushy throwers took away with laughter. Catching a boy and girl both dressed in leather. The boy with a ridiculous mowhawk, and a hispanic girl.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked. Rachel nodded, wiping off the excess slush.

"Sadly yes. I'm used to it. Sorry, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wash my hair in the girls toilets."

Quinn was stunned over it all, before her conscience kicked in. "I'll come help you." she offered.

"No it's fine, really." Rachel assured. But Quinn was determined.

"I kind of don't have any friends here. Come on, let me help you." she assured.

Rachel had never met anyone who was actually willing to help her. SO she took the offer with a smile, "Well, thank you Quinn."

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"So, who were they?" Quinn asked as Rachel held her hair over the sink, rinsing out the slush in her hair.

"Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez. McKinley's resident hooligans. Be sure to steer clear of them." Rachel informs, taking the sheet of paper towels that Quinn hands her.

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Quinn enters her first class a little late. She's never been late to class. But the teacher doesn't seem to mind. So she takes the first empty seat she sees. It's not until she hears the laughter behind her, catching the conversation being about Rachel being slushied this morning, that she realizes just who she's sat in front of.

She turns slightly, trying to be subtle, catching the mowhak kid from the morning. But the girl isn't there. Instead she's replaced with a tall, awkward looking jock with dark hair. And Quinn can't help but be curious.

The lesson has already started, and Quinn tries her best to pay attention.

When the door opens, she glances over. It's the hispanic girl from the morning.

"Ah Santana, how lovely of you to join us." The teacher rolls his eyes. Santana doesn't say a word, and begins to head Quinn's way. Quinn focuses on her work immediately. But out of the corner of her eye, she feels Santana's presence next to her.

"Where have you been?" Noah Puckerman whispers loud enough for Quinn to hear.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Santana replies cooyly.

Quinn reddens at the conversation. Trying her best not to be obvious. She's sure she feels a pair of eyes on her, but she wills herself not to react.

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Rachel drags Quinn to Glee club. She's never thought of herself as much of a singer. Though she was in the choir back in her old church. But church is nothing like show choir.

There she meets Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Kurt and Mike. They sit and chat, and wait for the others to arrive. A tall blonde girl in a cheerleading outfit walks in. Quinn can't help but be surprised. Cheerleaders, really?

Next, is the jock from earlier. Quinn blushes when he winks at her.

A rather big girl, with glasses steps through next. And Quinn begins to see the diversity, and wonders just how it all works.

But what shocks her most, is when Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman walk through the door. Sitting on the outskirts of the laid out chairs.

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"Right class. It seems we have a new member of Glee club. Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr. Shue asks Quinn. Her cheeks flush red when all eyes fall on her. Including Santana's.

But Rachel jumps at the oppurtunity. "Allow me-"

"Sit down manhands! Let the girl talk for herself." Santana cuts her off. At first Quinn feels sorry for Rachel. But she can't help the corner of her mouth twitching when Santana somewhat mentions her.

Rachel glares at Santana, who returns a challenging brow. She quickly sits back down, and waits for Quinn to introduce herself.

"Uh, my name's Quinn Fabray, and I just moved here from Georgia." She smiles weakly before sitting back down.

"Welcome Quinn." Mr. Shue nods. "Right, now I wan't you all to pick a song from an artist of the opposite gender, and make it your own."

Quinn hears Kurt whisper, "Oh my God! I have so many ideas." to Mercedes.

"With all due respect Mr. Shue-" Rachel starts.

"No buts Rachel." Mr. Shue shuts her down.

"But-"

"Yo dwarf! You're starting to hurt my brain with all your talking? So how about shutting up and just doing the damn project?" Santana hisses. The entire room goes quite as Rachel sits back in her seat with a huff.

"Uh, that's enough Santana. So, go work in groups or whatever. Help each other with song ideas and what have you." Mr. Shue directs.

"So, whaddya think of the new girl?" Puck asks Santana.

"I think she's pretty cute." Finn speaks up from behind them.

Santana looks back with raised brows. Tilting her head to the side. "Is that right Finnocence? Hmm, maybe she could be the one for you?" She wiggles her brows suggestively.

"Considering every other girl in the school has had your hands down their pants." Finn shoots back.

"Damn straight." Santana laughs at her own joke.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Puck looks back to where Quinn is sitting with Rachel, his eyes leering with a plan.

"Well you usually think with your cock so..." Santana draws out, hardly interested.

"Well yeah. But that's not it. How about we have ourselves a little bet?" He offers, with a smirk.

"I'm listening." Santana's now more interested. As is Finn, leaning down to hear Puck's plan.

"By the looks of it. New girl over there is yet to lose her V card. Here with have three suitors. Frankenteen, the Puckster, and you, Santiago. So we all put in, what? A hundred bucks each? Best man...or woman, wins." Puck suggests.

"Do you even have a hundred bucks?" Santana laughs.

"Hey, my pool cleaning does the job all right. So, you two in?"

Finn doesn't know if he likes the sound of it. But he's sick of always losing. So he nods in agreement, hoping that his awkward charm may do the trick. Santana shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah why not. Bout time we had a little fun."

The three of them look over at the prize, who has yet to know whats coming.