A/N: Flying free is put on hold, writers block is a bitch. THis popped up instead. Enjoy. I have the next chapter written as well, let me know if i should continue. thanks for reading! x
-Pip
The music filled her head and drummed through her as she hit out again and again, the bag in front of her crunching slightly with each punch thrown.
-it would be safer
*Punch
-to hate her
*Punch
-than love her
*Punch
-and lose her
*Punch
She let the beat of the song flow through her arms and lost herself in striking again and again in time with the beat.
-it would be safer
*Punch
-to hate her
*Punch
-all around
As the song came to an end, Quinn Fabray collapsed against the bag she had tried to beat to a pulp, holding herself up with it and breathing heavily. Slowly she slid to the floor and lay gasping for air staring at the ceiling. Her muscles ached and her lungs burned from her exertions so much that it blocked any thought other than the way it hurt to move. That was good though, the pain was a good distraction from everything. She lay there on the floor as her iPod cycled through several songs, just breathing , not even listening to the music until her breaths became regulated and she could move without hurting as much.
Slowly she peeled herself off the foam gym mat that covered her floor and dragged herself over to the mini fridge in the corner. Basking in the cool air she quickly grabbed a beer and sat on the two-seater couch on the other side of the room, picking up a book she had discarded earlier and trying to settle in for the night.
Not many people knew that Quinn was a kick boxer. When you think of kickboxing the pretty and popular, perfect blonde Christian head cheerleader does NOT come to mind. Think more in the category of large men who look like they could catch a bull with their bare hands.
Of course there was a lot that not many people know about her, like the fact that she lived alone with her puppy, Koda – after the bear in brother bear, she loved that little guy – or the fact that she played for the two roomed apartment on the royalty checks that her father sent her every two weeks as well as the wages of two jobs that she worked herself to the bone with every night after playing her straight A, picture-perfect virginal queen role flawlessly at William McKinley high school.
Not many people knew that Quinn's best friend was in fact Santana Lopez, her fierce second in command, the girl who she was so often seen quarreling with during school hours , or that Brittany. S. Pierce , the bubbly and innocent young girl was one of the only people she was completely at ease with. Not many people knew the Quinn that was behind the façade of her high school personality, but the few that did knew that Quinn was head over heels, incomparably and irrevocably in love with Rachel Berry.
Those people also knew that Quinn herself had no idea, and any time she would even begin to admit this she would withdraw into herself, close off and come back the next day, bitchier and angrier than ever.
It was a sad cycle, one day she would forget to be horrible to the object of her affection, and the next she would bring it in double. Rachel Berry was now known as the least admirable and completely dorky pariah of McKinley high.
She started of her school years as normal as any other, and from day one became targeted thanks to the head cheerleader's efforts. The most common form of harassment was known as a slushy – an ice cold facial of everyone's favorite McKinley beverage- and now, nearing the senior year of their high school it was safe to say that Quinn and Rachel's friendship was tentative at best.
The two grew closer when Quinn joined Glee club, the singing group that Rachel had commandeered the cheerleader's boyfriend into joining. In order to keep her eye on their relationship- and maybe a little bit on Rachel too- Quinn had joined, along with her two friends.
After a disastrous year involving some of the best and worse moments of Quinn's life, moments that now are referred to as 'Beth', she became nicer. And the term nicer is used very loosely. Now she kept more to herself, she no longer went out of her way to torture and humiliate the "gleeks" and she even had friendships with a few of them. She was nicer to everyone with the exception of one person, Rachel Berry. She had stopped the slushies, and the majority of the name calling, but she was also the only person in glee she hadn't tried to reach out to in either apology or friendships.
Quinn let her mind wander to the tiny girl, it amazed her how someone so small could take up such a large part of her mind, and affect so many factors of her life.
In glee, it was impossible to escape the tiny diva who took soaked up all the attention like oxygen, at cheerleading she thought she would get respite, but no, the annoying lipid had to start coming to cheer practice to watch Quinn's oaf of a boyfriend, then she joined celibacy club, she transferred into almost all of the same classes and she even managed to invade Quinn's home life. Every little thing around her reminded her of the smaller girl, and her unhealthy feelings for her. Her eyes wandered to the side of the couch, focusing on her phone which was teasing her from its perch on the arm rest.
She had had Rachel's number since sophomore year, and had used it exactly zero times.
Taking another drag on her beer she tried-unsuccessfully – to banish any impure thoughts or crazy ideas centered around the girl and focused on her book once more.