Azimio was strutting down the hall like the Mac that he is, striking fear into the hearts of queers, when all of a sudden these strong little arms pull him into the Janitor's closet.
"What the hell?" the jock screamed.
"Shhhhh" a pale finger was placed over his lips. "I'm doing the talking here" the familiar voice said.
"Wait a second" Azimio reached up and pulled on the light switch "Quinn?"
"Yes it's me!" the blonde said in dramatic fashion. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"Say what?" the jock responded.
"Rachel keeps bragging about how she gets to ride that walking stick you got in your pants whenever she wants and I'm extremely jealous." Quinn said with the ruthlessness of a serial killer. "I want to see it!" she said as she attempted to grab hold of it.
Azimio stopped her "Bitch you crazy. I'm not fucking you in a janitor's closet."
"Where then?, Tell me where and I'll be there!" The blonde cried.
"OK now you're just sounding pathetic. But I can't blame you for wanting to ride the A-train to O-town. All other travelers have been extremely satisfied and always travel round trip."
Quinn began touching herself, groping him with her eyes.
"How can you say things like that, things you know that turn me on, and then deny them to me." The cheerleader moaned.
"You will never get to ride the A-train Fabray." the jock declared.
"Why? What did I do? How can I make it better?" Quinn pleaded.
Azimio was getting really bored with this explaining shit; white girls always got 8 billion questions. Bitch should be grateful to hear the stories from Rachel. But Azimio was nothing if not a generous soul, so he gave her the explanation in a way he felt she could understand.
"Check it, a baby came out of your vagina. Your vagina used to have a baby in there, and that is fucking disgusting. I'm not putting my dick where a baby was, that's damn near pedophilia woman."
Quinn looked like she was about to cry, but then a second light bulb went off in the room.
"You could stick it up my ass" the blonde squealed cheerfully.
45 minutes and one missed period (class period, not actual period, because it was anal) later and the sweaty teens are putting their clothes back on.
"Maybe next time Rachel could join us." Quinn whispered into his ear.
"You know Faberry is my favorite juice." The jock growled back.
Both teens exited the closet; Azimio gave Quinn a big slap on the ass in front of the entire school and then went to his next class like it was nothing.
The birds were chirping, Quinn wouldn't be able to sit down comfortably for a week, Rachel texting him to fuck her after lunch; it was turning out to be a regular Tuesday for Azimio. He wished something exciting would happen for a change.
Then he got a text message from Santana that read: S&B&A LANDSLIDE.
Azimio knew damn well what that meant and it wasn't about no song neither. Things were finally going to get interesting for the McKinley Mac.