It was Quinn Fabray. It had always been Quinn Fabray, and Rachel Berry was sick of it. "That's it! I have had it with you and your conniving way, Quinn! If you have Noah, you want Finn. If you have Finn, you want Noah! You can't stand for one moment to know that maybe, just maybe, someone loves someone else more than you!" With that she stormed out of the room with Puck right behind her.

It was junior year and Rachel and Puck had been dating since her fathers had hired him to clean their pool that summer and they'd gotten to know each other more. Quinn, who was jealous because rubbing her and Finn's relationship in Rachel's face had stopped working, had just thrown herself all over Puck in a dance rehersal.

"You can't talk to me like that, Man Hands!" Quinn shouted as she chased after Rachel

"Oh? Why not? Because you're popular? I don't care anymore! I am so fed up with you constantly manipulating people's feelings and being an all-around bitch. You had Noah's baby AND you got Finn. Is that not enough for you?! I hate you!"

"That's it. It's time to put certain people back in their places. Puck," she said assertively. "If you ever want to walk the halls of this school without getting a slushy facial again, you have to break up with Rachel right now."

"No."

"That wasn't a suggestion, Puckerman!"

"Rachel is the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're just a washed up, crazy bitch." And with that he grabbed Rachel's hand and started to lead her toward the parking lot. Quinn wasn't finished though. She chased after the couple with the rest of the glee club close on her heels.

"Quinn!" Santana yelled. "Stop being crazy! You're going to get yourself suspended! We have nationals next week!"

"I don't care about cheerleading! I care about him! About Puck!"

"W-what?" Finn stuttered.

"OH NOW IS NOT THE TIME FINN!" Finn and Quinn's exchange had caught Rachel's attention and the petite brunette whipped around, coming to the defense of her friend.

"No, Quinn. Now is the perfect time. The perfect time to expose to the world that you're a fake bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself. You can't have Noah. He's mine. And I highly doubt Finn wants you now either. The only thing you have left is the Cheerios and I don't think they'll be too happy to hear that you were screaming about not caring about cheerleading."

"You're right, Hobbit." Sue Sylvester said. "They aren't. And now, Q, you don't even have cheerleading anymore. Consider yourself ruined." Everyone smirked at the girl who had fallen so far in a matter of seconds and began walking toward their rides since practice clearly wouldn't be starting again.

"Get some help, Quinn," was the last thing Rachel muttered before skipping over to Puck, wrapping her arms around him, and loving every moment of her justice.