A/N: Okay, so this is my first story so it'll probably suck but that's alright because half of the stories on this website suck, not being rude, just stating a fact, anyway. I've been watching Glee since season one, but only recently got into Criminal Minds, so forgive me if things are off or characters are out of charatcer. Also, i'm currently writing this at two in the morning so WOOOOT! Kai, ONWARDS!

It was 3 pm on a Wednesday afternoon. I was sitting in one of those stupid purple-ish-red plastic chairs that hurt your back, my right leg propped over my left knee. We were a month into the new school year, my last year here. And, like everyone else, I was waiting for Mr. Schuester, our show choir director. But, unlike everyone else, I was being distant. I was sitting in the back, the last seat to the left, far away from the rest of the group. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't want to join in on their laughter about activities they did over the summer, I didn't want to talk about all the new romances that had been springing up at McKinley. Not when I was still grieving about my own.

Mr. Schuester came in then, clad in a gray sweater vest and jeans, a solemn smile on his lips. Everyone had stopped talking and was now facing the front, curious as to what Mr. Schue was writing on the whiteboard.

"Death" he said, underlining it for emphasis. "It happens, it's the circle of life, it's terrible and depressing and whether it's your grandmother, or your pet hamster, I'm sure you've all been affected by it." There were a few head nods.

"And, what does this have to do with us?" said Mercedes

"Death is your theme this week. I want you to all come up with a song that embraces death, or turns away from it. I want your thoughts on death expressed through song." he added, looking at the blank faces.

"No offence, Mr. Schuester" started Kurt, hand in the air, "But, doesn't singing about death kind of take the 'glee' out of 'glee club'"

"Yes, Kurt. You are right. But, last year the judge's had a theme and may do it again this year. I just want us to be prepared for anything they through at us."

"Yeah, but a theme about death?" said Tina

"You'd be ready for it" commented Santana, eyeing Tina's outfit, today a black dress, with lace sleeves.

"Guys, come on, I know it's a touchy subject, do to that girl who was recently killed across town, but-"

"It wasn't across town" Puck cut in,

"Yeah" added Lauren, "It was two school's over. That's only about a twenty minute car ride from here"

"Look guys, I picked this topic early so that we could get it out of the way and not have to-" But what we didn't have to do, was cut off by Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry walking through the door. Well, walking would be an understatement; they were more or less skipping.

Rachel was bouncing with delight; arm clung tightly around Finn's upper arm. They were both giggling madly, their faces slightly pink. They plopped down in two available chairs up front, grinning from ear to ear at each other.

"Look who finally decided to show up" I said, arms folded across my chest.

Everyone shot me a curious look as if to say 'Why do you care?' but they all knew, they just wanted me to say it, and I refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing that Quinn Fabray, one of the meanest, nastiest and manipulative girls in this school was heartbroken.

"I apologize, Mr. Schue" said Rachel, regaining from my tiny outburst first.

"Yeah," said Finn, "We were a little busy and lost track of time" They started giggling again, not looking anywhere but at each other.

"That's alright guys; just make sure you're here sooner next week"

I was tuning out on Mr. Schue; I knew we had to do a song on death, so what? I never really understood why we had to stay here after we figured out what the assignment for the week was anyway.

I sat up straight in my chair trying to look interested, but couldn't help but glance over at Finn every few seconds. He wasn't listening either. He was too busy tracing invisible shapes on Rachel's hands. Chuckling as he watched her squirm and fidget in her seat.

"Stop it, Finn" she muttered, pushing his hands away gently, clearly not actually wanting him to stop. He did stop though, making me smile until he moved his mouth to her ear, blowing softly and whispering sweet-nothings into it. Rachel bit her lip, trying to hold in her laughter as to not disturb the class. I couldn't deal with this right now.

I raised my hand, "Mr. Schue?"

"Yes, Quinn, you have a song already?" So that's what they were talking about.

"No, sorry, I was just wondering if I could be excused." I asked

"Um, why?" he said

I cast a sideways glance at Finn who was looking up at me now, 'I think I'm about to puke"

"Oh, yeah, of course, umm, Santana, go with her"

I walked out of the choir room, and into the cool, abandoned hallways, Santana trailing behind me.

"Couldn't handle it, could you?" she said

I looked over at her, noticing a smirk on her face,

"Nope" I said, and walked a bit faster. Not wanting Santana to see the tears forming in my eyes. I walked past the girl's washroom and out through the front doors, to the safety of my car. It was better if I went home right now. At home I didn't have to face reality.