(A/N): I didn't write much because I wasn't sure if I was going to like this story. If you enjoyed reaching this, leave a review and tell me to continue! If this doesn't get much attention, which I don't think it will, then I'm just going to leaveit as a poorly written oneshot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters.

Fucking. Eyes. Stay. Open. Quinn sighed deeply as her altered state of mind started to make her sleepy. Why did she decide to get high right before school? If she weren't high as a kite she might be able to form a coherent answer for you. Her head fell lower into the palm of her hand until her arm was dropped completely, leaving her head to bang against the desk beneath it.

Well, I mean she figured out a new way to catch Mr. Shuester's attention. The curly haired man looked away from the board where he was previously conjugating words for his students to copy, to look at the one and only Quinn Fabray.

A few years ago, the only reason a teacher would look at Quinn was for approval, or to answer a question. But now, Quinn is what her father would call "An Expert at Underachieving" or maybe even "Not Fabray Material". Everytime he had accused her of those statuses, Quinn would make a quip about how "fucking fake" her father was and how he needed to "stop pretending to be perfect", because he was "just as fucked up" as Quinn was. Her words exactly.

Mr. Shuester cleared his throat, making the pink haired girls head shoot up. His eyes went straight to the first girl he could find, whhich of course, was Rachel. She always sat in the front, something about how she had the best potential of learning up there.

"Rachel. Maybe you should walk Quinn down to the nurse."

"Okay," Rachel's soft voice filled Quinn's eardrums, getting her full attention.

Quinn got up slowly, and lazily threw her arm around Rachel's shoulder.

"Woah there," Rachel says as she pulls Quinn out of the classroom. It doesn't take long before Quinn pushes Rachel up against the nearest wall and tries to kiss her.

"Quinn, it's not right. We're not together anymore," Rachel says in a small voice.

She couldn't deal with Quinn's addiction, so she had ended their relationship about 2 weeks ago. Rachel whimpered as Quinn sucked on a spot that she knew was extra sensitive.

"You know you miss me," Quinn says in her husky tone. This is something they both know that Rachel can't deny. The love was definitely still there.

"I do. I just don't miss you like this," Rachel hated seeing her ex-girlfriend with the droopy eyes and lazy facial expression that came with the high that she recently found comfort in.

"I can stop," Quinn said in a firm voice against Rachel's neck, wrapping her arms around the short girls waist.

"Prove it to me," Rachel replied softly, removing Quinn's hands and walking away, leaving the pink haired girl to slump against the lockers.