Authors Note:

Ok I haven't written a story in forever but I've had this one saved on my computer for a while (hence the old story line) and I've always wanted to post it. So tell me what you guys think! :)

Quinn exited her car slowly, slamming the door closed behind her. She didn't want to go to school today and almost ended up staying home. The whole school knows that she's pregnant and she's off the cheerios but here she is, standing in the middle of the parking lot, waiting to walk into the school.

The blond sighed as she began walking towards the front door of the school, there must have been a rock or stick on the ground or something because Quinn soon found herself slipping and landing to the ground. The ex cheerio was engulfed with pain, not from falling, but from half the school laughing in her direction. The whole parking lot was laughing their heads off and taking pictures with their cell phones. All accept one person. A certain short brunette was quickly making her way towards the blond, concern in all of her features. Rachel held her hand out for Quinn to take.

"Quinn! Are you ok? I think you should go see the nurse and make sure everything's ok, you know, a simple tumble could partially harm the baby and-"

Quinn slapped the brunettes hand away and got up herself, "get those man hands away from me RuPaul I might catch a disease." She looked around to see everyone laughing not at her but at Berry. This was…good. They weren't laughing at her anymore, than why did she feel so…guilty. She shook away the feeling and continued to walk into the school without looking back towards the brunette. If she had, she would have seen Rachel's brown eyes well up with tears as she fled the parking lot.

Quinn jumped in fear as she was tapped on the shoulder, she turned around from her locker quickly and was met with the concerned face of one Finn Hudson. The blond let out a sigh of relief, she's been a little on edge this morning, now that the whole school knew her secret and she was off the cheerios, she was expecting a slushy facial to start off the day.

"Quinn? Are you ok? Did I hurt the baby? I'm sorry I-"

"I'm fine" the ex-cheerio interrupted, already annoyed. "You just startled me."

"Oh…Ok…Uh…Sorry." The tall boy stammered, "are you feeling ok? You seem a little tense."

"I'm just a little on edge, now that everyone knows about…it…I know it's only a matter of time before they start treating me like I'm Jew-Fro and Treasure Trails spawn."

She could tell instantly that Finn grew conflicted and Quinn knew exactly why, she didn't like it. She could easily tell that Finn had a thing for the midget and it really pissed her off, of course she doesn't mind when Finn's with other girls like Santana or Brittany but that's only because Rachel Berry really annoyed her.

"Quinn…Can you please not make fun of her like that?" the boy asked quietly, looking as if someone just kicked his puppy, Quinn just glared at him and he visibly shrunk. "It's just…We're all in glee together now, why can't we all be nicer to each other?"

The blond, although not visibly, softened. Finn really was sweet and it's at times like these where she feels bad for lying to him about the baby. "Fine, I won't make fun of her in front of you but I can't control what other people do or what I say when you're not around."

Finn smiled, probably grateful that she didn't shout at him, "That's great, thanks babe," he gave her a small peck on the cheek. "Speaking of Rachel, have you seen her today? We were supposed to go over the glee number."

Quinn scoffed, "why would I have seen her? I don't like you hanging out with her anyway, you know that she wants you and she can't have you."

"Quinn, it's just for glee…I woul-"

"Whatever."

The blond scanned the hallway quickly, her gaze meeting Berry's locker, she only knew where it was because it was right near Finns and she often heard the diva listening to their conversations. The short brunette was nowhere to be found. "I have to get to class, see you at lunch," she said as she slammed her locker and walked towards her classroom.

She had English first period, she liked English, she has a good teacher and neither Finn nor Puck are in her class. At least she can concentrate without having to worry about baby daddy drama.

When the bell rang, she was already seated in the front row, usually this is where Rachel would sit but the small brunette was no where to be found…Not that Quinn cared, and she didn't want to sit in the back with her cheerio ex-friends.

On that thought, the brunette walked into the classroom, her head held high but her eyes wet and red. She must have been crying…Again, not that Quinn cared.

"Sorry Mrs. Hollander, I um…got lost,"

The young teacher smiled sympathetically, "no problem Rachel just take your seat." The teacher than went back to writing something on the board.

Rachel turned her head, finally noticing the blond that was currently in her seat, she bit her lip before heading to the back of the class to the blonds usual seat.

"What do you think you're doing Stubbles?" Quinn heard as Santana snapped at Rachel who was about to sit down.

"This is the only seat left therefore it is only logical that I sit here," was the smaller girls answer.

"Well sit on the floor then, you're already close enough to it midget." The whole class started laughing, except Quinn, she honestly didn't feel like it, plus, it wasn't that great a joke anyway, why give Santana the satisfaction? That was her story and she's sticking with it.

"Santana? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Mrs. Hollander asked, finally having enough.

"No," the Latina answered, "and I hope a certain disease carrying, friendless, diva doesn't share anything with us either." The laughing started again, Rachel looked fuming, but her eyes were only sad as they built up with tears.

"Santana! Principal Figgins office now!" the teacher ordered and pointed towards the door. Santana smirked as she got up and headed out the door, making sure to give all the boys (and girls) a show as she swayed her hips back and forth.

The class was still laughing, all except Quinn, who just wanted to get class started already. What could she say? She really liked English class.

"Mrs. Hollander? M-may go to the washroom?" A teary brunette asked as she raised her shaky hand. 'She doesn't look so good' Quinn thought to herself with out realizing it.

"Of course Rachel, go ahead." With that, the brunette rushed out of the room.

Quinn didn't see Rachel the rest of the morning.

It was just before lunch when it happened.

Quinn had just been putting her books away and was now heading to the bathroom before heading to lunch, dam bladder pregnancy issues, when she noticed Karofsky heading her way with a filled slushy cup in hand. He was wearing a smirk on his face as if he had been waiting to do this for a long time, she wouldn't be surprised.

The ex-cheerleader closed her eyes, preparing herself for the cold, painful, embarrassing splash but nothing came. If the blond's eyes would have been open, she would have seen a small brunette exiting the bathroom-eyes red-just as Karofsky had been heading towards his target, and stepping in front her taking the full hit.

Quinn opened her eyes out of confusion and gasped at what she saw. Rachel Berry, covered in grape slushy. 'At least that's her favorite flavor' Quinn thought to herself, wait? How did she know that?...Probably because she's slushied her so many times that she realized. Yeah, that's it.

Some people were laughing, others just stared in shock at how the brunette was defending the pregnant girl. Karofsky seemed agitated that he didn't get to slushy Quinn but quickly just shook it off and laughed with the rest.

The slushy-covered diva just sighed sadly and made her way back to the bathroom.

The blond just stood there, shocked and unable to move. The crowed cleared as they made there way to lunch just as Finn rounded the corner. He smiled as he saw her but his smile cleared as he saw the bit of slushy residue on the floor. He rushed over to the comatose blond.

"Quinn? What happened? Are you ok? Is the baby ok? Did you get slushied?"

If she hadn't been so shocked, she would have laughed at the fact that he thought she had gotten slushied when she was standing right in front of him, completely dry.

"Quinn? Do you want me to get Mr. Shuester?"

"I didn't get slushied," the blond finally replied. "I was about to, but Ma-Berry stepped in front of me."

"She did? Is she ok? Where did she go?" Quinn grew jealous at the concern in his voice but shook it off.

"Sh-she ran into the bathroom," she cast a side glance to the closed door that read 'GIRLS'

"Well don't just stand there, go make sure she's ok," the tall boy ordered. She glared at him, nobody talked to her like that except maybe Santana but she's Santana. Finn seemed to realize his mistake and his eyes widened. "I-I…I mean maybe, you could, I mean, it would be best if, maybe, you would check on h-her?"

Quinn pondered this for a moment, she was incredibly curious to why the diva had done what she had done. "Only because I have to go to the bathroom anyway."

Finn smiled, "thanks Quinn," he pecked her cheek, "do you want me to wait for you?"

The blond shook her head, "no, it's fine, save me a seat for lunch."

He smiled as he kissed her again, "always." He said as he pulled away and left the hallway.

Quinn stared at the door for a few minutes before she took a deep breath and opened it, heading inside.

When she walked in, she expected to see the small diva standing at the sink, washing out the remains of the slushy just as she had seen sevral times before when she had morning sickness and the brunette would go hold her blond hair as she leaned over the toilette. When she would finnish, the diva would just hand her a small washcloth with a sad smile and Quinn-after cleaning up-would leave without as much as a thank you.

She was surprised to see the brunette, on the floor, leaning against the wall while the purple slush just dripped onto the floor and onto her clothes. The blond couldn't tell if her eyes were red from the corn syrup in her eyes or from crying but she guessed it was the latter.

Once the brunette noticed her presence, she got up from her spot on the floor as if shed just seen a spider and rushed to the sinks.

"Q-Quinn…" she studdered and wiped her eyes with her wet sleeve (which really didn't do anything) before straighting herself out and forcing a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Why did you do it?"

She looked to be thinking for a moment so there was an ackward silence that filled the room, Quinn tapped her foot impationtly on the floor.

"I've only seen you wear one thing to school and that was your cheerio's uniform. I figured that you don't really have many other normal clothing so if your outfit were to be ruined than you wouldn't-"

"Bull shit!"

The small girl seemed genuenly taken back, "excuse me?"

"Bull shit Berry, why'd you really do it?" Quinn was growing impatient which just added to her curiosity.

"I don't apreciate your language Quinn! And who are you to question my motives for doing something nice for you? A simple thank you would have been suficient."

"Why would you do something nice for me? I'm horrible to you." The brunnete had now begun cleaning her hair and the blond watched.

"I'm not about holding grudges Quinn. It was a spur of the moment reaction, I didn't have much time to think about it."

Quinn excepted that answer with a nod although she wasn't really satisfied. She continued watching the brunette as she ran her fingers through her hair. For some odd reason, she was mezmorised.

"I didn't see you much this morning," Quinn's eyes widened as she realized what she just said. Rachel stopped moving her hands through her hair in surprise. "Not that I care," Quinn added quickly.

"I wasn't insinuating that you did Quinn, if you must know, I had things to take care of today."

"What's up with you anyway? You usually take insults and slushies in stride." Quinn watched as rachel resumed washing her hair.

"We're all entitled to a bad day are we not?" Rachel finished with her hair and look around before groaning.

"Crap!" Quinn's eyes widened, surprised by the sudden curse. The brunette swung her head around and she seemed just as shocked. "Excuse my languauge Quinn but I seemed to have forgotten my change of clothes in my locker."

"Oh…" Quinn thought for a second, "I'll get them," the brunette looked surprised, "I mean, if you want."

"Uh, thank you my locker code is-"

"I know what it is," Quinn cut off suddenly feeling guilty.

"How do you?...Oh," the brunette fround as the realisation hit her. She seemed to recal several times were she would open her locker in the morning and be bombarded with dirty laundry from the football team.

"Yeah…" Quinn frowned, "I'll be right back." And with that she left.

As she made her way to Rachel's locker, she didn't notice a girl in a cherrio's uniform make her way towards her.

"Q?"

The blond turned around in fear then calmed down as she noticed who it was, "hey Brit."

"Are you ok?" the taller blond asked, "I heard Karofsky talking about how he was going to slushy the MILF but I didn't know what that meant so I went to ask San and she told me that it was your middle name." Quinn was surprised that the cheerio could say that in one breath, "are you ok?"

"Yeah Brit I'm fine, look," she said pointing to herself, "slushy free."

The bubbly blond smiled, "good. See you at glee." She called before bouncing off probably to go make out with someone.

Quinn grabbed the clothes from Rachel's locker and made her way back to the bathroom.

When she got back, there was no sign of the small brunette. Quinn grew worried but then noticed that one of the bathroom stalls were closed.

She made her way over and knocked softly on the door.

"Rachel?" no answer. "Rachel?" she asked a little louder as her worrying grew.

"Berry you better answer me or I'm coming in there." She heard a gasp from behind the door.

"No! Quinn! Don't come in!" Rachel's voice was frantic and full of so much worry that Quinn had to step back. "I was simply surprised by your use of my first name."

Quinn hadn't realized that she was calling Rachel by her first name. Honestly she didn't mind but she couldn't let the brunette believe that. "I can call you whatever I want Stubbles." She snapped to keep her role as HBIC.

Silence. That's all she was met with. Until finaly…

"Can you just give me my clothes," the tone of Rachel's voice made Quinn regret her words, she held the clothes for Rachel over the stall and Rachel grabbed them.

"You can go now." Her tone was just as dark and it sent shivers down Quinn's spine.

"Rachel…I"

"I said go!"

Quinn never ran so fast in her life.

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