Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I do own the main character in this fanfiction.

Just another day full of classes at William McKinley High School, Sara thinks while passing through the front entrance doors. It's interesting how different this school is compared to her last one. At Canterbury High School, everyone pretty much got along and popularity wasn't that big of a deal. Sara heads towards her locker and hears a shocked gasp followed by laughter. Looking over she sees Rachel Berry covered from head to toe in red slushie.

Sara is still startled every time she sees one of those un-popular kids get slushied in the face by those football players while the cheerleaders laugh at them. Sara isn't laughing, but she isn't putting a stop to it either. She doesn't personally know these people that are getting slushied so why should she make a huge scene? Sara tells herself this every time but deep down she still wants to kick that football player's ass.

Sara keeps her face expressionless while continuing towards her locker and retrieves the books she needs for the first few classes. It's not like she needs to worry about being slushied since the football players wouldn't dare to slushie a Cheerio cheerleader. Sue Sylvester would destroy anyone who was foolish enough to try.

Really it was genius luck that she even got on the team. One of the Cheerio girls had cracked underneath the pressure and had broken-down in front of Sylvester. According to the gossip, Sylvester's yell down rattled the girl so much that she switched schools. This forced Sylvester to offer Cheerio tryouts to the rest of the school body. A year before that Sara would have laughed if anyone had said she'd be trying out for cheerleading but there she was:

Flashback

"NEXT!"

Sara strides across the gym while another weeping girl runs by her towards the lockers in defeat.

"I don't care who you are so hurry up and show me what you can do before I lose my patience!" Sylvester barked out. Music fills the gym and Sara closes her eyes to allow herself to focus, once focused she begins to do one of the dance routines that she knew from heart.

"Enough!" Sylvester yells, the music crashes to a halting stop and Sara turns to face Sylvester, "that was absolutely horrible! However, I've seen worst today. You didn't even shout cheers!"

"I transferred from Canterbury High School, your school has no gymnastics team and this is the next best thing. I can do whatever gymnastic or cheer moves that you require and I'm strong enough to hold a cheerleader up by myself. I'll do all that cheering when necessary at competitions but I am not forcing myself to do more cheering than that. And here is a list of times that I'm busy with an all girl hockey league that I play at. Those are my only requirement to joining," Sara says confidently while holding Sylvester's pissed off glare.

"You got balls, I like that. But don't you ever make demands like that again or you will live to regret it! You're on the team! Come by my office later to pick up your Cheerio uniform. Now get out of my sight before I puke in disgust at your performance!" Sylvester states before waving Sara off like she was yesterday's filth.

Present

"Sara Peregrym, what's the answer?" my Psychology teacher asks, knocking me out of my daydreaming of the past. "Who is famous for classical conditioning a dog to salivate at the ringing of a bell?" Mrs. Weaver restated her question.

"Ivan Pavlov," Sara answers in relief that she knows the answer.

"Correct," Weaver responds. Sara tunes back out once the teacher begins to rattle off Pavlov's history. After making the Cheerios, Sara had basically elevated to the ranks of popularity. She easily got along with the other Cheerios but that was easy because she avoids talking as much as possible, she keeps her opinions to herself. Sylvester tried to screw with Sara's hockey schedule but finally left it alone once she realized that playing hockey involved a tuff regiment which gave Sara the strength to single handily lift Cheerios.

Today is the first day of Cheerio practice this week. Mr. Schuester had refused to allow the majority of the Cheerios to play since they had been failing his class but he and Sylvester must have reached some agreement since everyone should be at practice today. The bell rings and Sara heads out for lunch.

The other Cheerios spent all lunch time talking about their personal dramas and making fun of other people, the usual nonsense chatter. Though they did mention that Finn, the quarterback, had gotten slushied in the face yesterday morning and now him and Quinn were walking the halls with sunglasses on. The bell rings, signifying that we had five minutes to get to our next classes.

Sara gets up and heads out of the lunch area. After grabbing her stuff out of her locker she heads towards the nearest bathroom, threading carefully around the giant grape slushie stain on the hallway floor. Mentally wondering how many slushies it would take to make a stain that big on the floor. Entering the bathroom Sara instantly realizes she is not alone. Gripping the sink tightly and staring in the mirror is none other than the one and only Quinn Fabray. Except now she is slushied Quinn Fabray. Grape slushie is dripping down her face and her ponytail is all matted. The white on her Cheerio uniform is forever tinted purple. Quinn seems to realize that someone has entered the bathroom and her humiliation is on public display again. Her face hardens in anticipation of the horrible jeers she imagines another popular student would say about her fallen status.

Slowly Sara approaches the fallen Cheerio and grabs a paper towel on the way. Gently, Sara uses the paper towel to help remove some of the grape stains off Quinn's face before the clump of slushie could fall into Quinn's eyes. Quinn gives a startled gasp at the first touch but relaxes a little once she realizes that Sara isn't going to taunt her.

"I don't need your help," Quinn mutters, her pride may be wounded but she still is Quinn Fabray, head of Cheerio and the Chastity club. Quinn steps back from the quiet Cheerio, expecting no response, and begins to grab some paper towels to help clean the slushie off. Sara feels her throat go dry, she had never talked directly to Quinn before and yet here she was at a crossroad. Sara could walk out and continue to be the unknown quiet Cheerio or she could…

"I want to… I mean, let me help. You don't deserve this." Sara manages to say to the very stunned looking Quinn, "Do you have a spare set of clothes in your locker?"

Quinn, still looking dazed, realized that she was asked a question by none other than Silent Sara. Asked a question… "Oh, hmm, I don't have any other clothes here," Quinn finally responds back and depressingly realizes that she will have to continue to wear her degradation from popularity for the rest of the day.

Seeing the devastation expression written all over Quinn's face, Sara replied back without thought, "I have clothes-" Quinn looks at her weirdly, "I mean I have a set of civilian clothes in my gym locker that could probably fit you, if you want," Sara says attempting to recover from her lack of ability to talk properly.

"I, I would really appreciate that," Quinn says back, swallowing her pride and feeling grateful that someone was willing to help her even though she probably didn't deserve it. In the past, Quinn had treated Sara like any of the other Cheerio girls, inferior and verbally lashing at them at practice. Sara looks at Quinn and opens her mouth to speak but nervously shuts her mouth and shuffles her feet. She gives Quinn a quick nod before briskly leaving the bathroom to head to her locker.

This is my first attempt to ever write a fanfiction before so please comment and review so that I may learn how to improve. Thanks!