AN: This is just an idea that came to me after watching one too many episode of Victorious with my little sister. Not sure I want to turn it into a full story so reviews and feedback are appreciated.

I own nothing despite my best efforts

Reaction Formation: Psychoanalytic defense mechanism by which the ego unconsciously switches unacceptable impulses into their opposites. Thus, people may express feelings that are the opposite of their anxiety arousing unconscious feelings

The students part like the Red sea before the fuming blonde. Hazel eyes dart back and forth, scowl deepening with every sweep of the hall. If she weren't so pissed she would smile, she doesn't need a Cheerio's uniform to be the HBIC. Her eyes land on her hulking ex and she stalks over to him, slamming his locker shut to gain his attention.

"Hey Quinn."

She matches his dopey smile with a glare, "Where's your girlfriend?"

He blinks slowly and the smile drops from his face, "Rachel and I broke up last month."

She refuses to respond to that information, "Fine, whatever, where is she?"
He looks annoyed now, "I said we broke up, why would I know where she is?"

"Because as soon as you don't have her you follow her around like a lost puppy," she spits.

"I know it's the first day of school, but that's no reason to act like a bitch."

Right before she can lunge at him a pair of arms wraps around her from behind. Her head whips around to see the confused face of her best friend. The Latina doesn't say anything, just starts pulling her away and into the nearest restroom.

"Ok Q, why the hell are you breathing fire?"

"Finn was pissing me off."

Santana rolls her eyes, "I am far from liking Frankenteen, but you did head straight for him and immediately started laying into him. Hell, you came into school looking to bite somebodies head off. I didn't think that was your thing anymore."

Quinn runs a hand through her short hair and lets out a frustrated growl, "It's just…have you seen Berry today?"

"No. Why in the hell would I be looking for her? What did RuPaul do to you now?"

Quinn takes a minute to answer, and when she does Santana has to strain to catch it, "She moved."

"Can you repeat that?"

"I said I think she moved."

Santana's quiet for only a second, "Is that why you were ready to castrate Finnocence? That oaf dumped her and she moved and now it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder to win Nationals. Figures the dumbass would ruin our chances two years in a row."

"Yeah, I mean it is our senior year and I chose this over Cheerios, we have to win," Quinn avoids Santana's perceptive eyes.

Glee rolls around and Quinn is the first one in. Her eyes stay trained on the door, and as each member walks in her scowl deepens. When Schuester enters and asks where the petite diva is Quinn feels like screaming.

"Apparently Berry moved," Santana drawls out.

"What?"

"Why?"

"When?"

"Where"

Quinn scoffs, "Don't pretend like any of you actually care."

Kurt, the only member to remain silent shoots her a glare, "As a matter of fact I do. You on the other hand…?"

"I never claimed to," she eyes him. "You knew."

He tilts his chin up, "She came to me about a month ago to say she got accepted into a performing arts high school out in California and would be leaving before the start of the school year."

"Well that gives everyone else a chance for once."

Quinn turns her ire onto the remaining diva, "You don't even want to know why she suddenly decided to move? The glee club has been her baby for two years, why is she just now applying to a performing arts school? This is Berry we are talking about, if it improves her chances at reaching Broadway she'll take it so how has she not known about this for years?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's Finnept's fault. He dumped her again," Santana states while eying her best friend curiously.

"Good going Finn," Puck scolds.

"I didn't dump her ok! She dumped me!" the tall boy turns red at his admission.

"What made the dwarf come to her sense?"

"What happened, Finn?" Sam tries more diplomatically.

"It's none of your business, ok?"

"Come on Finn," Artie goads.

"Just admit what you did wrong so we can yell at you properly and move on."

That was apparently the teen's last straw, "I didn't do anything Santana! She dumped me. She wouldn't say why, but I think there was someone else."

Quinn stills and avoids Kurt's eyes, "Whatever, what are we going to do to get her back?"

"We don't need her back," Mercedes insists with a huff.

"While I do believe we have plenty of talent without her, she gives up a pretty big boost," Kurt says and Quinn offers him her first, albeit brief, smile of the day.

Blaine nods along with his boyfriend, "And it seemed like last year she was kind of the driving force here. Between her intense desire to win and being what everyone has to compete against internally it made you a better squad."

Has Quinn mentioned she really likes Blaine? "Right, so what are we going to do to bring her back? I want to win Nationals this year." This time she avoids Santana's searching gaze.

"Somebody goes and brings her back," Puck shrugs.

"Guys, I think we should leave her be. Like Quinn said, this school in California will help her reach Broadway. It isn't our place to drag her back here." Now Quinn wonders how many hits she can get in before Blaine pulls her off his boyfriend.

"Kurt's right everyone," Quinn blinks, forgetting their teacher's presence, "Rachel made the decision to move and we should respect her wishes. Now let's talk about this week's assignment."

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Quinn stops her movements when the doorbell rings through the otherwise empty house. She drops the clothes into her suitcase and jogs downstairs and to the door, "Santana, what the hell are you doing here?"

The Latina brushes past, closely followed by a smiling Brittany and Puck, "Your mom spread the word you have been sulking for the past two weeks and are heading to LA to fetch Berry and I am not passing up an opportunity to spend a few days on the beach with Britts."

Quinn rolls her eyes at her friends' typical behavior, "And Puck?"

"Rachel's my girl," he shrugs, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Quinn narrows her eyes but lets it slide, "Fine, but don't expect me to pay for anything for you guys."