A/N: Ideas just come to me at random times. Quinns OOC. A lot. Apologies it's a little short, when I write it on paper it seems much, much longer. Just this much is 12 pages worth on notebook paper.

Chapter 1: What a wonderful welcome to McKinley.

"Outta my way, scamp." Quinn snapped at the red-haired boy as he tried to shove a camera in her face.

"New girl! I've got a few questions for you! My name is Jacob Ben Israel and I run a very successful blog!" The boy shouted over the chaos in the hall.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Quinn snapped again and pushed Jacob to the ground.

"Ladies and gentlemen, New girl-Pink hair, piercings, tattoos- where does she fit in at McKinley? Check back soon, this is JBI signing off." The boy-Jacob Ben Israel-spoke confidently into the camera as he stood up. Quinn huffed and walked past the kid, shoving people into lockers as she walked down the hall. Only an hour into this retched school and she already hated it. She felt like cursing out anyone who even bumped into her.

"Ay! New girl!" Quinn sighed as a kid in a wheelchair rolled up next to her.

"My name isn't "new girl", wheelchair." She muttered, turning towards the boy.

"Well, what is your name then?"

"Fabray. Quinn Fabray." She scanned the row of lockers for 131.

"That's a nice name. I'm Artie, Artie Abrams."

"And I care, why?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I figured every new person needs a friend." Artie said with a genuine smile as they came to a stop in front of Quinn's locker.

"Why would you want to be friends with me? You're…nice."

"You're probably nice too, Quinn. Deep down." Artie shrugged. Quinn huffed. "What's your next class?"

"AP English." Quinn muttered.

"Nice, me too. Could I walk with you?"

"Sure." Quinn shrugged as she opened her locker and placed her first hour book inside. They walked to the classroom in a sort of silence, Quinn passing a guy that looked familiar to her.

When they got to the classroom, Artie took his spot, leaving Quinn to stand at the front of the room.

"Ah, you must be Lu-"

"Quinn! I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray." Quinn quickly cut of her teacher.

"Right, right, my apologies. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Quinn Fabray. Quinn, I am Mrs. England. Would you please introduce yourself a little?"

Quinn shrugged. "I'm Quinn. I came from Columbus. Fuck with me and uh, well you don't wanna know what'll happen if you fuck with me." The class let out a small laugh, but Quinn zeroed in on the brunettes in the front row, one clad in a cheerleading uniform and one had a squirrel, or was it a mowhawk? On top of his head.

"Language, Ms. Fabray." Mrs. England stated and Quinn shrugged, her eyes still locked on the couple in the front row. "Please take your seat next to Mr. Puckerman."

Puckerman. That name sounded so familiar but she couldn't think of where she had heard it before. She took a seat next to the mowhawked boy where the teacher pointed. She slumped back in her chair and pulled out her notebook, starting to doodle aimlessly. It wasn't until a note landed on her notebook that she looked up from her paper.

'Sup hottie? The names Puck.'

Quinn rolled her eyes. 'That sounds like a porn stars name.' She replied, sliding the note to her left.

'Would you star in the porn with me?'

Quinn raised an eyebrow at the boy and rolled her eyes when he winked. 'In your dreams, Fuckerman.'

'You certainly will be.'

Quinn sighed and doodled some more, feeling like she had someone watching her the whole time. She looked over and saw the brunette on the other side of Puck was staring at her. She raised an eyebrow at the girls hard look. When the girl looked away with a glare, Quinn sighed and continued her doodling. The bell finally rang and Quinn gathered her things, ignoring Puck trying to flirt with her.

"Stay away from me, Fuckerman." She muttered, furrowing her brow when she heard a slap against skin followed by a manly "ouch". She looked up to see Puck rubbing the back of his head and the girl glaring at him.

"Noah, you have a girlfriend." The girl stated coldly.

"Damn Rach, calm down. I was just kidding around." He mumbled, making Quinn smirk.

"Next time, keep your paws off me, kay Fuckerman?" She said as she walked towards the door.

"Keep your eyes off my man, Pinky." The cheerleader-Rach, Rachel?- stated.

"Oooh, I'm so hurt. Pinky? Oh no, I'm mortified!" Quinn mocked, the smirk still plastered on her face. Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled Puck out by the hand. Quinn followed not too far behind, walking slowly to her locker. On the right of her locker was a rather flamboyant kid, talking to a boy who either had way too much gel in his hair or really needed a shower. She pushed past Jacob Ben Israel once again and walked up to them, no-so-subtly eavesdropping as she opened it.

"I'm telling you Blaine, Sebastian just wants to get into your pants."

Quinn opened her locker loudly, startling the flamboyant boy.

"Oh! I didn't see you there." He said, clutching his heart while gelboy-Blaine, apparently- stifled a laugh.

Quinn smirked and set her English stuff in her locker.

"I'm Kurt Hummel. Seems like we'll be seeing an awful lot of each other." He said with a soft smile, taking Blaine's hand in his own. "This is Blaine, Blaine Anderson."

"Quinn Fabray." Quinn stated, grabbing her Geometry book. The bell rang and Kurt and Blaine scurried off, hand in hand. Quinn shut her locker loudly and walked off, eventually finding her class.

She walked in late and sighed when she saw the only available seat was next to Rachel, Puck's cheerleader of a girlfriend.

Ignoring the teacher, she sat down and pulled out her notebook, well aware of the death glare the brunette was sending her.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She muttered, glancing up at Rachel. Rachel hardened her glare and glanced up at the board before pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something down, shoving it towards Quinn.

'Stay away from Noah.'

Quinn rolled her eyes. 'He was hitting on me.'

'I don't care! He obviously has a thing for you and you're not doing anything to stop it.

'Why should I?'

'Because if you do you'll have the head cheerleader on your side.'

'Nah, I don't want any of your cereal to eat.'

Rachel huffed and crinkled up the paper, tossing it towards the trash can. Quinn smirked and leaned back in her chair.

This is going to be a great year.

"You're the head cheerio, Berry. Don't let some pink-haired punk walk in and steal your man." Santana stated, re-applying her makeup.

"I'm not worried about her stealing Noah away from me, San. I'm afraid I'll leave him for her." She whispered, leaning against the bathroom wall. Santana gave her a strange look.

"Look tiny, I know your sexuality and all, but are you sure your gaydar went off?"

Rachel shrugged. "Yeah, it did. If she's not a lesbian, the she's at least bisexual, like me."

"Is she pretty?"

"Beautiful."

"Then you've got yourself a dilemma." Santana shrugged and went back to her make-up. "What'd you say to her?"

"I snapped at her to stay away from Noah." She whispered.

"I'm guessing you don't want her to know about your potential feelings for her?"

Rachel shook her head and smoothed her pleated skirt.

"Then you're on the right track."

"I really hope you're right." Rachel sighed as they walked out of the bathroom.

Quinn was tossing her books in her bag when Puck approached her locker. "Hey pretty lady." He said, that smirk still on his face.

"What do you want, Fuckerman?" She scoffed.

"Just wanted to know if you wanted to work on that History paper together."

"You don't have history, Puck." She glared at him.

"So?"

"You have a girlfriend." She stated as she shut her locker.

"Look, here's my address if you change your mind." He said, handing her a piece of paper. She examined it, and her eyes widened when she recognized the address and everything fell into place.

"Oh my god…" She whispered and Puck furrowed his brow.

"What?" He asked, clueless.

"You're not going to sleep with me-"

"Damn."

"Let me finish. You're not going to sleep with me… because you already have."

Puck furrowed his brown once more.

Sighing, Quinn reached into her bag and pulled out a picture of her in sophomore year, making Puck's eyes widen.

"Holy shit! Luce, I can't believe I didn't recognize you!" Puck stammered quietly, trying to not draw attention.

"It's these little things called makeup and hair dye." She rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised I didn't recognize that stupid little squirrel on your head."

Puck frowned. "It's not stupid!"

"Oh just save it Puck! You and I, we need to talk. Your place, five o'clock." She scoffed before walking down the hall, smirking at a worried Rachel. Rachel glared and her and walked up to Puck, the worried look reclaiming her face.

"Are you cheating on me?" She asked quietly, her voice wary.

Puck shook his head. "No, she's just going to help me study." He explained, leaning against the locker.

"Okay… I believe you." Rachel replied, not-so-sure as she leaned up and kissed him softly.

Quinn sighed and adjusted her makeshift ponytail, grabbing the diaper bag from the seat next to her. She got out and opened the backseat, pulling Beth from her booster seat. She had gone and picked her up from Shelby's, after explaining to the woman that she was going to go see the father. Shelby complied, because she wanted Beth to know her parents. Carrying the toddler to the door, she knocked loudly and sighed while she waited for it to open.

When Puck answered the door, his eyes went bug-eyed.

"Who's that?" He asked, motioning Quinn inside.

"This is Beth. Beth," She said, getting the 2 year old's attention. "This is your dad."

Puck widened his eyes to no belief. Was he really that careless?

"T-that's… my…d-daughter?"

All it took was Quinn nodding "yes" for Puck to fall backwards, fainting.