Chapter One: Blackmail is the best option.
Have you ever had that uncomfortable feeling you get when you when you're in a place where, in your entire life, never expected to be? Criminals when they are in prison, for example. You'd expect everyone to once in a while get that feeling. Everyone except Quinn Fabray. And here she was, 2PM in William Shuester's office receiving the longest pep talk of the history of pep talks.
"Sir, what do you mean with the words: coke, Figgins and you have to join the Glee Club?" a shocked blonde girl asked.
She never expected this day would come. Sure, she got into trouble more times than what she could count, but none of those times ever involved drugs, and they never had such severe and weird consequences (thanks to Coach Sylvester).
"You heard what I said, Ms. Fabray. You must join the glee club if you don't want me to tell the principal that you were doing coke." replied a 30 year old with curly brown hair with a smile even bigger than his face.
His plan has worked! He had not only one of the most popular girls in school; she was Quinn freaking Fabray for God sakes. And even though he was a teacher, he knew very well about her reputation not only in McKinley, but also in other schools and he knew that to get more members to join the Glee Club, he needed to blackmail, or in nicer words convince someone popular to join first, so the others will follow like lost lambs.
Quinn scoffed, trying to hold back a laugh that was about to escape her mouth. One: he didn't even have proof. Two: like a man with his 'morals' knew what coke was "You've got to be kidding me. Glee club? Seriously?"
Mr. Shue rolled his eyes "Yes, Quinn. Glee club."
"Sorry Sir, but that's social suicide, and even though I don't care about my reputation, I would never in a million years join the Glee club just to save my ass, plus you don't have proof. So no, never." the blonde girl said in a final tone picking up her things, ready to leave the office.
Mr. Shue panicked, he needed to do something much more convincing or else the girl would leave and he would lose his chance "Ms. Fabray, before you go…" he got a little bag full of coke from his pocket "… I think it's important to remind you what happens to the students that are caught doing inappropriate things like having sex in a classroom, vandalizing any property of school or doing drugs, is expulsion."
Quinn's face color faded away completely after seeing the little bag of coke. That wasn't hers, she was sure of that. It might be from one of those girls that hang out in the back of the bleachers, a jock of the football team or even it was Jewfro's but it wasn't hers. She hasn't done and will never do, coke or any drugs for that matter.
"That's not mine! Sorry if I'm being disrespectful but that isn't mine, I don't do coke. That's for people who aren't happy with their lifes and want to go cray-cray to feel happiness; maybe it's yours Mr. Shuester" Quinn was fuming by now, she couldn't contain the anger in her voice. She couldn't be expelled just because a bored teacher decided to blackmail her into joining some stupid club.
The teacher crossed his arms. If she was going to fight, he was going to fight too. "Look Ms. Fabray, maybe it's not yours, but think about it. I'm a teacher and you are a student. If I show this to Principal Figgins saying it's yours he will believe me. While, if you show it to him saying it's mine, he will either say you are crazy or give you 5 hours of detention. So just accept my deal and we can move on"
Quinn was opening and closing her mouth with anger and disbelief. What was she supposed to do now? She lost. It was either joining the club and dance like a happy unicorn for the rest of the school year or being expelled and become a total disappointment to her mother again. She definitely lost.
She sighed, hoping she wouldn't regret this later "Fine, I'll join but don't tell Coach Sylvester or anyone else for that matter."
If he wasn't a 30 year old mature adult he would have already jumped like a kid with lots and lots of joy and glee and with that, he would have scared the young girl off.
"Ok, rehearsals start tomorrow at 3:00pm, don't be late Ms. Fabray" he said with much more enthusiasm than when he talked to his wife or parents.
"Whatever, you are just lucky it isn't in the time of cheerios practice. And please just keep it a secret and remember: if it weren't because of my education, I would have already been gone by now" said the blonde in a defeated tone while leaving the office. What was the worst that could happen because she joined a stupid club? Nothing, right?
When he saw that Quinn was already gone, he decided to do a little victory dance because his plan had worked! He got the popular girl, now he just needs more members. Whoever said that blackmail wasn't a good idea then he or she hadn't met Will Shuester, the king of blackmail. Blackmail is the best option sometimes.
"Shit Q, you look like someone ate your Berry"
"Shut the hell up Satan, I'm not in the mood right now, OK?" Quinn replied in an annoyed tone. This day was officially the worst day ever. First she didn't got to slushy anybody during the day to relieve the pressure her history exam had given her. Then she gets blackmailed into joining a club that not even Jewfro or the biggest loser in town wanted to be a part of. And the worst part of it all now she has to deal with Satan, Coach Sylvester and her fellow cheerios.
"First off all I don't know what the hell has gotten you worse than Coach Sylvester when her ovaries don't respond to her raccoon treatment, but let me warn you about something: if you piss Rae or Britt with these attitude of yours, I'll go all Lima Heights on your white ass, you comprender?" Santana said while getting closer and closer to Quinn until finally being nose to nose.
Quinn backed off immediately "Yeah, I'm not afraid of you Satan but whatever, I understand. It's not their fault, it's mine and no, there is no need to kick my white ass"
"Who is going to kick your white ass, Fabray?"
Santana's eyes went wide as she saw Rachel standing next to her and approaching Quinn "Rae! Oh nothing, just little Quinn and her craziness and change of humor, you know how sometimes she is happy and sometimes she wants to rips someone's balls off"
"You have a lot of humor changes too; Santana now let Quinn answer me, OK?" Rachel said in an authority tone. She was the co-captain of the cheerios after all, she needed to sound powerful.
"Oh, no one Berry, Satan is right. Is just one of those days when I want to rip someone's ovaries" Quinn said while looking to Santana, who looked ready to murder her. "There is no need to worry about my fine ass princess; I know you want a piece of it by the way" she said with her cockiest tone possible while returning her attention back to Rachel who just blushed and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came off of it.
"NOW YOU LAZY WOMEN, YOU THINK ITS HARD TO PRACTICE AT 3 O'CLOCK BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU COULD BE DOING SOMETHING BETTER? WELL TRY HELPING AN ELEPHANT GIVE BIRD TO A GIRAFFE, THAT'S HARD!" came Sue's voice from afar, indicating the three girls that they should just go back to practice.
"See you all at my house at 7, Fabray? Satan and Britts will be there too" asked Rachel before leading the other girls to their positions.
"Sure Princess" Quinn replied with a wink before following Rachel and Santana and then going to her own position.
At least a sleepover with her friends will be better than spending the afternoon making out with a random girl at a bar or drinking her mom's wine or spending time all by herself. And at least she will be able to forget what she is going to do tomorrow.
"So Quinn, I'm glad you did show up, now ready to meet your new teammates?" Will said in a voice full of joy and excitement. They would think he was a genius for bringing THE Quinn Fabray and Quinn, she will love them!
Quinn rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm "Let's get this over with, I just hope they are at least good enough for a school assemble"
"Believe me, you'll love them! They are way better than Madonna herself" Mr. Schue said while opening the door and revealing the worse screams in the history of earth.
"IT'S TIME TO TRY DEFYING GRAVITY!"
"KURT THAT'S MY LINE!"
"NO, IT'S MINE MERCEDES!"
"NO WHITE BOY, IT'S MINE!"
Quinn stared open-mouthed at the scene in front of her: two screaming divas, one guy in a wheelchair and girl who looked like she would rather be sleeping than being there. She thought joining Glee club would be worse than an expulsion, but now she is seriously reconsidering it. They fought worse than when Finnept and Puck were playing Call of Duty. Even worse than Santana and herself.
"Guys, guys, we have a new member here. Her name is Quinn Fabray and she will be part of New Directions since today!" Will said while the others just stared in shock at the cheerleader next to him.
"Hell to the no, Mr. Schue. I bet she is just here to slushy Kurt or Tina and then she will leave with one of those girls she always has under her arm" a black girl with a strong voice said. Quinn assumed she was Mercedes.
"That's right Mr. Schue, and I don't want to be slushied in my Louis Vuitton suit. Plus what tells you this is not a prank? Anyway I refuse to share any of my solos with this cheerleader if she was in fact, joining without any evil motives" added a white blue-eyed boy who, Quinn knew for sure, was Kurt. She has a few classes with him but they never actually talked, he was boring but there was a thing she had to admit, if you paid attention to him, you'd see he dressed better than any other woman in Lima.
Will rolled his eyes, these kids were just being paranoid "Guys, calm down. I'm sure her motives are pure and she isn't going to do any harm to any of you, she is just here to help us and she will try to get more members, am I correct Quinn?" he said while smiling at her with hopeful eyes.
Quinn smiled one of her many fake smiles. She didn't know she had to get more members. Now that was just too much for her "Oh yeah, definitely. Sir, may I speak to you in private for a couple minutes?"
The teacher looked confused but nodded and then lead Quinn to the door and out of the classroom.
Quinn's smile faded away very quickly and was replaced with her infamous glare. "Sir, you didn't ask me to recruit more losers to join this big musical circus with me"
Will sighed deeply, knowing that he should have mentioned when they made the deal "I know, but I'm asking you know. Just 5 more members at least, Quinn."
"Fine, but if I recruit 5 more members then, I'm free of this, OK? That's our new deal since our first one didn't exactly count. And I warn you, no one with a good enough judgement or at least a brain will ever join this Glee club. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
"Yes, deal, but at least try and enjoy the club, you'll see that you will like it at the end and you'll be begging me to stay" he said in a confident tone. He knew for sure that once she got a taste of music, it would be impossible for her to leave.
"Yeah I don't think so but OK, let's see what this losers can do" Will smiled and they re-entered the room.
"Alright guys, let's show Quinn that we are in fact, the best show choir in the whole country!" the Teacher yelled with a smile on his face hoping it will make them all feel more confident.
Denial: 'no, my kids aren't bad they just need more practice, Quinn will love them, I'm sure she will.'
Anger: 'OK, I just hate the fact that I have to watch these losers perform while other lucky people are actually having fun, like Berry, I bet she is with that oaf boyfriend of hers hanging out in Lima Bean or something or like Satan, maybe she is with Puck doing only God knows what and I could be getting my mack on with a pretty girl right now if it wasn't because of Mr. Schuester!'
Bargaining: 'I'll do anything just to get out of here so I can get drunk or whatever'.
Depression: 'Maybe they do suck, maybe Quinn's right and no one with good judgement will ever join the Glee club'
Acceptance: 'OK, I admit it, they do have potential, and since I don't have anything else to do than getting drunk or getting into trouble I will help them, they just need someone to make them believe in themselves. Maybe me or… no, wait…maybe someone with a secret passion for show tunes and Barbra Streisand.
"Quinn, I owe you an apology, I guess they don't have IT, yet. And you were right, they aren't as good as…" practice was over and even thought Will believed in his kids, he had to be honest with himself: they weren't as good as Vocal Adrenaline and not even with 60 members they would ever defeat them if they didn't practice.
Quinn sighed, "Look Mr. Schue, I may hate them even thought I don't know them well. But they do have potential, they just need someone with the right skills to push them in the right direction. Someone with bigger faith than you. You need a Star. And since I do like to sing and its way more better than getting into trouble 24/7 I will help you convince her"
Will looked at her with confusion all over his face "And who would that be? You? Please tell me is not Coach Sylvester. She is way more crazy than 300 hormonal woman in one room without eating."
"It's not Sue, and no, it's not me even though I will be helping you because well, that was the deal"
"Then who is it?" the teacher asked with a mixture of hope and fear in his voice, knowing that this person will not be easy to convince or blackmail for that matter.
Quinn smirked "Rachel Berry".
