Rachel POV
Rachel Berry walked in through the chipped red doorway of McKinley High with her shoulders back, head high and garbed in her favourite pink knee socks with little cats on them and her sequined woolen sweater. She flashed her 100 watt smile at Mercedes Jones and Kurt Hummel, who were in the 'uncool diva' clique as they sniggered at her dress taste. Rachel sighed. She knew everybody in this small, vulgar town could not appreciate her dreams and star quality, but it would help if somebody understood her. Never mind. Freshman year hadn't been bad except for the slushies, and the Barbie cheerleader, Quinn Fabray calling her names-oh, and getting pushed up against a locker and taunted because of the length of her skirt, but Sophomore year was going to be amazing, because she, Rachel Barbra Berry, was going to shine like star she was. She looked up from her little daydream to find herself in the middle of a circle of jocks holding slushies.
'Welcome back to school, Treasure Trail,' said Quinn's second in command, and the devil in disguise, Santana Lopez. She lifted her perfectly manicured caramel hand and all the hockey players threw the sticky, flavoured drink at the diva. Santana smirked as some cherry slushy dripped down Rachel's formerly shiny chestnut locks and formed a puddle at her feet.
'See you around, Ru Paul,' she yelled as she sashayed down the corridor with her hands on her hips and black ponytail bobbing.
Rachel bit back a sob and rushed to the bathroom, leaving little blobs of corn syrup in her wake.
Finn POV
Finn lumbered out of his truck, and spotted Puck throwing that Hummel kid in the dumpster. Well, he couldn't hold his fancy clothes today, because Quinn was waiting.
Yeah, he kinda couldn't believe it himself. Quinn Fabray, The Ice Queen, was waiting for him, Finn Hudson, the abnormally tall guy who forgot what he was supposed to say in front of her.
So he slowly made his way into the building, and saw Quinn talking to Santana, and Santana had an empty slushy cup in her hand, and was wearing her signature smirk that made people feel that they should be kneeling down, and Quinn looked happy in an evil kinda way.
So it didn't take a genius to realize that Santana, who had been so affectionately dubbed 'Satan' had led a slushy attack.
'Hey Quinn' said Finn, walking up to the two. 'Can I walk you to class?' he asked, and Quinn put her talons on his arm and smiled
'Of course, Finn. I'd love to.'
They sort of walked down the corridor when Finn saw a crying girl covered in water with a little bit of blackcurrant slushy still in her hair slip out of the bathroom and tie up her brown hair, trying to shake out the wetness.
'Hey, Manhands, Santana tells me that you had a little talk with her this morning, but I missed out. Shame. We'll just have to have one tomorrow, Berry,' called Quinn to the girl.
The crying girl turned and her big eyes widened, before running off.
Puck POV
Puck grinned, and put his arm around the shorter boy who had just come back outside.
'Hummel, I don't think I've thrown you in the dumpster for a long time now,' he said with a wolfish grin.
He gave a nod and Karofsky and Azimio hoisted the kid up and chucked him into the dumpster.
Puck strode inside and saw Santana walking over to Brittany. Yeah, sure Tana was cool and all, and she had a smokin' bod, but she had been his best friend since he was three, and had turned him from Noah into Puck.
So he strolled over to the Cheerios and picked one out, Aletta, Alyssa-something to sit with him under the bleachers. Whoever said Puck was a Lima Loser, well everyone may think that was true, but Puck was getting out of Lima. He was just enjoying himself while he was here, he thought, as he lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings into the air.
'Puckerman! What are you doing? Come with me, we're going to Figgins.' shouted Coach Tanaka, the football coach, who was overweight with greasy skin. Puck had nightmares about the dude. So he sat in the office, and Figgins looked at him.
Puck just kicked the carpet with his foot and thought about what was gonna happen when he went to Mrs. Soleus's house to clean her pool tonight.
Somehow, his thoughts wandered to Quinn. She was awesome. Yeah, The Puckerone liked a challenge. And his challenge was to get Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio, President of the Celibacy Club, and basically The Virgin Mary. Quinn Fabray, watch out, here comes Puckzilla.
Quinn POV.
Quinn walked out of the classroom and to the girl's bathroom to re-apply my eyeliner and look for Berry's Slushie Facial Recovery kit. That's why you should listen to what losers say when other loser's ask them what to do about slushies, she thought smugly. Now was the perfect time, because everybody was in class. Quinn was met by her smirking Latina ally in the corridor.
'What are we looking for, Quinntelligent?' asked Santana.
'Something of Berry's – she called it 'Slushie Kit' It's how she gets out of the bathroom so quickly whenever we chuck corn syrup her way.'
Quinn saw Santana's red lips curve up into a villainous smile and Quinn immediately worried whether Santana was plotting against her.
Santana, well she was cunning, dishonest, sly, manipulative and beautiful, and you never knew what she was doing, because it came at the last moment.
She was popular, and boosted Quinn's popularity. Quinn also knew that Santana was waiting for when Quinn would screw up and then jump in to her place as Queen Bee. Santana was ruthless, and Quinn knew there was only one person she couldn't snap at – Brittany.
Quinn pushed open the washroom door, and Santana rummaged around in the drawers and found a box full of cosmetics and a towel.
'Q! Found Manhands' stuff,' she said.
Quinn finished putting on eyeliner and tucked the box and towel into a bag and chucked it into the bin. She washed her hands and smiled at Santana and they both walked out of the door.
Finn POV
Finn lumbered out of his truck, and spotted Puck throwing that Hummel kid in the dumpster. Well, he couldn't hold his fancy clothes today, because Quinn was waiting.
Yeah, he kinda couldn't believe it himself. Quinn Fabray, The Ice Queen, was waiting for him, Finn Hudson, the abnormally tall guy who forgot what he was supposed to say in front of her.
So he slowly made his way into the building, and saw Quinn talking to Santana, and Santana had an empty slushy cup in her hand, and was wearing her signature smirk that made people feel that they should be kneeling down, and Quinn looked happy in an evil kinda way.
So it didn't take a genius to realize that Santana, who had been so affectionately dubbed 'Satan' had led a slushy attack.
'Hey Quinn' said Finn, walking up to the two. 'Can I walk you to class?' he asked, and Quinn put her talons on his arm and smiled
'Of course, Finn. I'd love to.'
They sort of walked down the corridor when Finn saw a crying girl covered in water with a little bit of blackcurrant slushy still in her hair slip out of the bathroom and tie up her brown hair, trying to shake out the wetness.
'Hey, Manhands, Santana tells me that you had a little talk with her this morning, but I missed out. Shame. We'll just have to have one tomorrow, Berry,' called Quinn to the girl.
The crying girl turned and her big eyes widened, before running off.
