The hiss that sounded as Quinn's cigarette dropped into the bowl of the toilet in the bathroom was almost as satisfying as the nicotine had been and she exhaled out of the window one last time from her place leaning against the stall door, ankles crossed. Once she was satisfied she pushed herself off the door and flushed, knocking the seat down and making her way out of the stall and into the bathroom to plant herself in the mirror and inspect her appearance.
Tugging at the strands of pink hair poking over the top of her tied bandana to make them stand up a little more Quinn sighed through pursed lips, she'd have to re-dye it soon and she absently wondered if she should mix it up and go for a different colour this time and part of her missed actually being blonde but that got extinguished as fast as her cigarette had and she quickly occupied herself my redoing her eyeliner.
She was supposed to be in French but Quinn was already failing because she detested the subject, the only subject she didn't hate these days was English Literature and that was only because they were studying poetry and Quinn had always found a comfort in getting lost in words… Een before her world was turned upside down and her life was squeezed out of her. Literally as it happened in the form of a squawking wrinkled pink thing that she'd loved since first sight.
Thoughts of Beth were a dangerous territory and she needed to distract herself and she wondered if Puck felt like going to go play a few games of snooker. They had developed an odd friendship over the last couple of months and Quinn had divulged her biggest secret to the Father of her child and he'd merely shrugged and asked if when she did finally come out of the closet he could watch. She'd responded by slugging him across the shoulder and muttering a snide, 'Unlikely Puckerman.' Beneath her breath before walking away with a grin that had lasted right up until she got home to the sight of her Mom cracking open another bottle of wine and flicking through the shopping channels.
She turned and made her way out of the bathroom, coming face to face with Rachel Berry, arms crossed and a frown of pure genuinely sad disappointment on her face and it was so earnest that Quinn felt sick. Rachel seemed to wilt under Quinn's blank stare after a few moments and nervously tugged at the end of a hideous horse sweater, looking between Quinn and the floor faster than she could keep up with. "Rachel," Quinn sighs and Rachel's jaw suddenly snaps shut, her eye's going impossibly wide, "What do you want?" She deflates slight and huffs out a breath, wiggling her shoulders and looking as if she's preparing to tackle a particularly difficult dance step, "Well. I want you to come back to Glee club. As you're aware I am the strength of the club but you're an integral part of my defence. Think of it was me being the castle and you are one of my turrets. A castle can't defend itself and win battles without its turrets. Do you see what I'm saying Quinn?"
Quinn blinked as Rachel stamped her foot impatiently and zoned back in on whatever Rachel had been saying, rubbing her eye slightly with a yawn and shrugging her shoulders before strolling past, calling back over her shoulder a, "Maybe. You better start providing snacks, Berry." Quinn got a serious case of the munchies when she was in 'Spanish' on a Thursday. Her and the other 'friends' would buy some weed and smoke it beneath the bleachers.