Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. Sad but true.

A/N: So yeah…recently became a Quaine shipper. I know, I know. But better late than never, right? Anyway, the starting ship for this is Blainchel and Fabrevans, but don't let that throw you off. This is definitely a Quaine fic. These couples just add to the plot and drama of the story. Santana plays a huge role in the plot so she will be featured as one of the main characters along with Quinn, Blaine, and Rachel. And since Kurt is my baby, I can't leave him alone and sad so there will be mentions of side pairings, but Quaine will for sure be the main focus. Also this is pretty much nothing like the show as far as couples goes but there will be mentions of things from Season 1, 2, and 3 so warning in case you haven't watched that yet. And I think that's about all you need to know. Hope you enjoy!

As Rachel Berry's voice filled the entire choir room, Quinn couldn't help but to take this moment to evaluate her life. It's not like she wouldn't hear Berry's voice tomorrow or every day after that. She was currently in the first week of her senior high school career, and it was already a nightmare. Being back on the Cheerios put her right back at the top of the social ladder. Meaning she had her reputation and appearance to keep up with. High school was never easy, especially after a teen pregnancy, but Quinn knew this was her year to reclaim everything that she had lost.

It's not that Quinn didn't want royalty back on her side. In fact, she craved it, but everything came with a price. Averting her eyes from the floor, she chanced a glance at her current boyfriend, Sam Evans. The two had reconnected over the summer. Quinn didn't love him though. Maybe at one point in her life she had, but nothing set in stone.

Like many other things in her life, love just wasn't on her to do list. It took a lot to be at the top of McKinley's 'It' list, which meant having a popular boyfriend even if you didn't love them. So she sat in the choir room, listening to the words pour out of Rachel's mouth, with Sam's arm slung around her shoulder. Playing the role of the perfect girlfriend was a challenging task, but someone had to do it.

Quinn let these thoughts escape her mind as she noticed Rachel standing in front of Blaine now, singing her little heart out. She didn't even have to look over to know that her best friend would be fuming, and more than likely shooting daggers into the back of Blaine's head.

Yep, it never failed.

Placing her lips as close to Santana's ear, careful not to speak any louder than necessary, she softly whispered the words she knew would send the other girl over the edge. "Careful San, your gay is showing."

The dark haired girl sat up in her seat, removing her eyes from Blaine and over to Quinn. "Shut it, princess. You have no idea what you are talking about."

"Wait…if Quinn is a princess does that make me the prince?" A grinning Sam interrupted their little dispute before it even begun.

Sometimes Quinn had no idea how she even put up with Sam or his weirdness. Sure, he was a decent guy, someone she would have fallen over last year. Things had changed though. Having to grow up at the age of sixteen made a person realize that these little quirks weren't cute. They were ridiculous.

"Yeah Trouty, you are a regular Prince Charming. Dream on. You are nothing but a prop so little miss perfect can get her spot back at the top" Santana smirked, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied look on her face.

Quinn knew she should say something. Anything to defend Sam and make him realize that this statement was far from the truth, but no words were coming to her. She wondered if it was because no one ever won a fight with Santana or simply the fact that she wasn't wrong. Either way, it didn't stop guilt from filling her whole body the moment she spotted the look on Sam's face.

"Right, Santana. You'd know all about Prince Charming. I mean with you being in love with the school's biggest loser. I'd say that was a fairytale all in its own." Kurt chirped in from behind the trio.

A small giggle escaped Quinn's mouth, and the small slap of hands between the two didn't go unnoticed by Santana. This only seemed to fuel her rage even more.

"Screw both of you. I hate all of you fuckers." This outburst didn't go unnoticed by Mr. Shuester, who quickly signaled for Rachel to stop singing.

"Santana! What did I tell you about that kind of language in this room? Would you like to leave?"

At this, Santana rolled her eyes before turning the blame on Rachel. "What about her? How do you know her annoying little show didn't send me into overdrive? I think having to see her give Warbler a lap dance is enough to drive even a nun to use profanity."

"Excuse me, Santana," Rachel started, speaking for the first time since she was silenced by Mr. Shue, "but I don't exactly see how my performance was provocative in any way, shape, or form. I was merely expressing my feelings to my boyfriend."

"Oh, please. Feelings? You need to be singing about how your so-called boyfriend uses enough hair gel to drown an entire family of whales."

Quinn noticed the small frown that formed on Blaine's face, and the way his hand seemed to linger over his hair. It was a weird occurrence, but she actually found herself feeling bad for the boy. Being on the receiving end of Santana's wrath was harsh, but being on the receiving end and not knowing why—well that was just unfair.

"That's it. Out in the hallway now, Santana." Mr. Shuester exclaimed, pointing his finger towards the door for emphasis.

Within a few seconds, Santana had her cheer bag wrapped around her shoulders and was heading out the door. The whole Glee club seemed to be frozen on the spot, as the bickering voices of Santana and Mr. Shuester could faintly be heard.

"Well, damn." Puck said, breaking the silence. Rachel had moved to her seat in the front row next to Blaine, as Tina, Mike, Artie, and Mercedes sat in silence around them.

Kurt leaned up, patting his friend's shoulder. "I think we need to invest in her some therapy and ASAP."

All Quinn could do was nod in agreement.

Glee practice was called to an end the minute Mr. Shuester returned. Once outside, it didn't take Quinn and Kurt long to find Santana leaning up against her car, with a look of pure hatred spread across her features. The duo exchanged a worried look before making their way over to their other friend.

"Not a freakin' word. I'll kick both of your asses if you even utter a word that doesn't have to do with coffee or us going to The Lima Bean. I'm furious and I need to get my drinking on."

Usually Quinn wouldn't take this kind of treatment from Santana. She knew her threats were harmless, and were normally only given to keep up her 'badass' reputation, but she knew enough to keep her mouth shut this time. Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but no words seemed to come out. It looked like they had the same understanding when it came to Santana and Snix.

Twenty minutes later, the three friends found themselves sitting at their usual table, sipping their coffee, and making small talk. Well, Kurt and Quinn were talking. Santana just starred angrily out the window.

Quinn bit her lip as she began to retell Kurt that her home life was perfectly fine. It's something the boy asked her on a daily basis, and even though she knew he meant well by it, it still wasn't the easiest topic to discuss. That's pretty much how their friendship started in the first place.

Before summer, they barely even spoke—unless to discuss something Glee related. But whenever her mother had invited her father back to live with them, and Kurt felt like Rachel had betrayed him by 'stealing' Blaine away, the two kind of just stumbled into each other. It didn't take them long before they were sharing a pint of ice cream and releasing all their secrets to each other. Quinn wasn't sure why she decided to spill all her family problems on Kurt, or why he choice her to disuse the ups and downs of boys, but she chalked it up to the saying about strangers being the best people to talk about problems with.

The two had been inseparable since, and Santana kind of just got thrown into the mix by her association with Quinn. The three made the oddest friendship in all of Lima, but Quinn wouldn't change a thing about it. She loved both of the people sitting around her, even if Santana did threaten her life every day, and Kurt made eyes at Sam when he thought nobody was looking.

The sound of bells from the entrance drew Quinn's focus from the top of the table to the door. She let out a small sigh, knowing it was fixing to be World War III. The Lima Bean residents would be lucky if they made it out alive.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. Can't I ever get away from those two?" She asked in disbelief. Quinn had hoped that Blaine and Rachel would get in and out without Santana spotting them, but fate always seemed to have a hand in her life. Unfortunately for her, it never seemed to be on her side.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he followed the two girl's gazes up to the front of the register. It was a well-known fact to Quinn and the rest of the New Directions members that Kurt still very much held a grudge toward them two. She'd never say it out loud, but Kurt was being a little irrational over the whole thing. Love might have never been something that worked out for her, but she knew enough to know that you couldn't help falling for someone. If the newly termed 'Blainchel' was the real deal, then Kurt needed to learn to accept this and move on.

"It's called Karma, San. You are rude to everyone, therefore you are forever doomed to be haunted by the thing you want the most." Kurt stated, always the voice of reason out of their group.

Santana made a grab for her now empty cup and tossed it in Kurt's direction, causing a small squeak to erupt from his mouth.

"Are you insane?! Do you know how much this jacket cost me? And it was on sale."

"Let's get one thing straight," Santana began, blatantly ignoring the boy's outburst, "I do not want Berry. I never have and I never will. I don't want her, her annoying Broadway obsession, those ugly ass animal sweaters, or the fact that she can only attract seemingly gay men. Conversation over, Lady Face."

Laughter was now spreading around their table, causing the other patrons to stare at them. Once Kurt and Quinn settled down a little, the blonde gave her friend an apologetic look. "Sorry, Santana but you have it a lot worse than we thought."

"Hello, fellow Glee clubbers. It's not surprising to me to find you guys present in this establishment. I'm just a little thrown off at what is so funny." None of them had to look over to know who that voice belonged to. It's the last thing Quinn wanted. Not that she had a problem with Rachel—not any more at least, but Santana had already gone off once today. No one wanted a repeat.

Santana's face was exactly what Quinn figured it would be; full of the rage that had exploded earlier in the choir room. God, how did she find herself stuck in these types of situations?

"Listen up, Streisand cause I'm only gonna say this once. It's none of your damn business what we are laughing at. Now take your gayer than gay boyfriend, and scram before I have to resort to violence."

Kurt clapped his hands, breaking the eye contest currently going on between the two girls. "It's time for me to hit the road. I've got a study date with your boyfriend, Q. Seems he's fallen a little behind in Math." It wasn't long before Kurt had gathered up his belongings without so much as waiting for a goodbye.

Tension filled the room with Santana and Rachel still staring each other down, Blaine nervously swaying back and forth on his toes, and Quinn swirling her fingers over the top of her coffee cup. It wasn't shocking that Rachel was the first one to break the silence.

"Excuse me for a moment. I must go freshen up in the restroom. I'll be back in a moment." Giving Blaine a small nod and breaking eye contact, she spun on her heels before being stopped by an outstretched arm.

Quinn wasn't exactly sure when Santana had gotten up from her seat, but the pair was now back to their death glare. "While you are at it, maybe you can find a time machine. That way we can send you back to whatever century you came from. The way you talk just irks me, Berry."

"I honestly don't care what upsets you, Santana. I'm over your bullying and your words no longer affect me." Rachel was now making a beeline straight for the bathroom with an angry Santana on her heels.

Shaking her head, Quinn let out a small "wow" as her eyes began to scan the people walking outside the window. Couple after couple walked by, holding hands, laughing, and acting like there was nothing else more important in the world than each other. For a split second Quinn let her mind wonder over what that must be like; having someone constantly there for you. That was a long stretch for her, and she knew it. That's why she never let her thoughts linger on anything like that for too long. Love didn't exist in this world. Her parents being the prime example.

There was no mistaken the feeling that now took over her. It was the feeling of someone's eyes on her. Turning her head slightly to the right, she noted that Blaine was now sitting in front of her, a huge smile on his face. His girlfriend was more than likely having a smack down in the bathroom, yet he was still smiling.

That's something that didn't go unobserved by Quinn. She didn't know much about the boy sitting across from her, but even a blind person could tell that he always seemed so…cheerful. It was something she had never felt in her life, and she wondered exactly how he stayed that way all the time.

It must have been addicting because she quickly felt the corners of her mouth turn up. "What?"

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, giving off a vibe of indifference. "I just realized that we've never really been introduced."

"We were both at Berry's party." Quinn stated, giving the boy her famous eyebrow raise.

"And tell me, how much of that party do you actually remember?"

"Fair enough."

She watched as he slid his hand across the table, looking at her expectantly. "Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson."

Her hand immediately covered her eyes, as she let out a small laugh. This guy could not be serious, but she figured she'd play along with his little game. The hand that was previously covering her eyes slid into his and she quickly noticed that it was incredibly warm. Probably from him holding onto his coffee cup, but it still felt…comfortable.

"Quinn Fabray. Has anyone ever told you how unbelievably cheesy you are Mr. Anderson?"

"Depends on who you ask." Blaine let his hand linger in hers for a few more seconds before removing it and placing it firmly back around his drink. His eyes sparkled a little as to say it was now her turn to go.

This was one of the more interesting encounters she had had lately. It was weird, but exciting at the same time. Most people from McKinley were terrified to even speak to her—something she had often times enjoyed. It had become almost like a hobby for her to be alone. Blaine didn't seem to have a problem sitting near her, much less talking to her.

Clearing her throat, she tried to think of a decent subject for her to start a conversation with. "So you and Berry, huh?"

Okay so that wasn't her brightest moment, but it was the first thing popped into her mind.

Blaine casually shrugged, and Quinn was relieved that he didn't seem to mind her question, even though she felt it came out of left field. Most people around here didn't like talking about their personal life, despite it being a small town with loads of gossip.

"She's interesting. I'm curious as to how much Kurt has told you?" Blaine responded, taking a drink of his coffee.

Her answer didn't come right away. Mainly because she had no idea how to answer it. Kurt was her best friend, and it wasn't like her to run and tell everything that was shared between them. On the other hand though, she didn't want their little conversation to end just yet. Blaine seemed to take notice of her internal struggle, because a small smile quickly was being given to her.

"Here, if it helps I'll just tell you what I feel like I should to answer your question and in return you can just let me know if you were already aware of the information."

Quinn took a moment to let his words sink in before nodding her head in agreement.

"Well, at Rachel's party I'm pretty sure no one can ever forget out little make out session regardless of how much alcohol was dashed out." Quinn quickly nodded her head once more before allowing him to go on. "We went on a date after that, and I don't know. It was fun. We had plenty of things in common. And that's where we are at now."

She knew all of this. Kurt had spilled his heart out to her in the confines of her bedroom. All about Blaine going on a date with Rachel, how Blaine was going to move to McKinley for Rachel, and the tearful conversation about Kurt believing one hundred percent that Blaine was gay. Not surprisingly, Kurt was the only male allowed in her bedroom, and the two had shared many moments in her little sanctuary of quietness.

"I was aware of all of that. I just…it's hard to wrap my mind around it. When Kurt spoke to me about you, he was under the impression that you were…"

"Completely gay?"

Under any other circumstances, Quinn would have smarted off about not interrupting her, but she figured it was probably better for Blaine to get that information out than her. At least this way it gave her more encouragement to press on. She had never had a good grasp on pushing the limit of privacy and Blaine's sexuality was none of her business.

"Yeah, that."

Blaine ran a nervous hand over the back of his neck, contemplating the right words to say. "I was. I mean…geez that sounds horrible. I didn't mean it like that. That sounded like I think it's just some disease that someone can get rid of. When Kurt came to Dalton, I thought for sure that I was completely gay. I was instantly attracted to him, yet I let other feelings get in the way. Mainly fear. I hid behind this confident shield, but the truth is I was scared. Scared of what people would say about me. I had already been bullied at my other school, and I didn't want that for Kurt. But when Rachel kissed me, I felt something. I'm not even sure what. I still haven't figured it out, but it was there. So we had this big debate about sexuality and what exactly I was. I still don't know." Blaine took in a breath of air as he let his shoulders shrug. "I think I just like people in general. If that even makes sense."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" She bit her lip, realizing exactly how rude that comment probably sounded. A mental note was made to work on her people skills. It was just odd to have him sitting here, telling her his life problems like they had known each other all their lives.

If the comment affected Blaine in any way, he didn't let it show. "Being the new guy isn't exactly easy. I see the way Finn looks at me anytime I go to make a suggestion related to the Glee club's well-being. And don't even get me started on Santana. I'm almost convinced she wants to murder me."

An apologetic smile came his way, making him smile back in return. "Please don't worry about Santana. She's just…got a lot on her plate, I guess. I am sorry about her behavior though. If it helps, she's like that with everyone. I mean one time we even got into a physical fight."

Blaine's eyes widened at the news of this. "Oh, wow. Who won?"

"Depends on who you ask."

"Clever." Blaine stated amusement evident by her use of his previous words.

A comfortable silence fell over them. He took this time to think about her former question. Why exactly was he telling her this? Everything he had said was true. But it was beyond his character to sit down with a stranger and discuss personal matters such as his feelings. "I guess I'm just lonely."

It took Quinn a second to realize what he was referring to, but once she did everything became clearer to her. It was the same thing that had happened to Kurt and her. They were both lonely, in need of someone, anyone, to just listen to what they had to say. Blaine was no different, except he didn't really know anyone besides Kurt and Rachel. She couldn't help but feel a tad bit proud that she was the one he picked to speak to.

"It must be hard, like you said, to be the new guy. I've been through it, except I took some extreme measures to get where I'm at." Her eyes seemed to cast down for a moment. "I hurt a lot of people to get the popularity that I have now. However, no matter how many people I hurt or what it took to get to the top the one thing I'll always understand is loneliness."

He wanted to push the issue and ask exactly what it was she had done. Rachel had told him horror stories about Quinn, and everyone at McKinley knew about her pregnancy. He had never been one to judge though. It wasn't in his nature, so he figured Quinn deserved a shot to redeem herself. Blaine took a moment to study Quinn's face. There was hurt clearly spread across it, a look that pulled at his chest. It was obvious that Quinn had pushed herself too far, revealing the past, and was now currently building her walls back up. That's why he knew it would be best not to push her.

"You don't seem lonely with Sam?" It wasn't exactly a steer into the clear, but it wasn't her past either.

A sigh of relief escaped Quinn. It was refreshing that he wasn't asking about her past. That's something not many people picked up on. Either that or they just didn't care.

"I could say the same thing about Berry and you?"

"Fair enough." It was now Quinn's turn to be amused by his choice of words.

"Honestly, some of the loneliest people are in relationships. It seems like people think just because you are in a relationship that automatically means you are living out some fairytale. I just want to grab them and make them realize that fairytales don't exist in this world."

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly stopped by the sound of Rachel's voice. The pair turned around to face the girl who had already made her way back to their table, no Santana in sight. Quinn had been so wrapped up in their little bubble that she had completely forgotten about Rachel and Santana. She couldn't help but wonder exactly what took them so long.

"Blaine, it's time for us to go. My fathers have arrived." She gave him a quick smile despite her rather shaken up demeanor. "We are going shopping. Oh and Quinn, it was lovely to run into you. Santana said to tell you that she is in the car and you have two minutes before she goes Lima Heights on your…bad word."

Quinn gave Rachel a fake smile as she watched her figure turn and walk toward the door. She tolerated the girl, but that didn't mean she enjoyed her company. There was too much baggage there and it would take a lifetime to make up. Standing up, she dumped her trash into the trashcan, and turned to leave. That's when she noticed Blaine was still standing there. A small smirk crossed her face as to ask if there was anything else he needed from her.

Blaine seemed to take the hint, following suit and dumping his trash also. "I just wanted to say that it was nice talking to you." Quinn's eyes scanned his figure as he walked away, realizing that he had yet again stopped. Turning around he gave her a smile that she was already growing familiar with. "Don't give up on your fairytale, Quinn. You just have to wait patiently for Prince Charming to find you."

And like that he was gone, walking hand and hand with Rachel, with Quinn standing there looking at their retreating forms in disbelief.

The ride home with Santana was miserable. She kept mumbling things in Spanish while banging her head to God awful rock music. Quinn hated it and wanted desperately to change the radio, but being Santana's friend, she knew the only thing that calmed her down while angry was this type of music.

Needless to say, the moment Quinn walked through her front door she was in the bath in less than five minutes. It didn't take her long to get cleaned up, homework completed, and in the bed early for once. Lately, her parents had been keeping her up at night with their drunken arguments. Either with each other or her—it varied depending on how much they had to drink. Luckily tonight she had somehow escaped them. Maybe fate wasn't completely against her.

Everyone was use to Mr. Shuester's crazy, yet somewhat helpful lessons of the week. So it came to no surprise that they were faced with a new lesson this week. One that involved the word 'family' being written up on his whiteboard. A few people let out groans, knowing exactly where this was going.

Mr. Shuester clapped his hands, a way to signal that the class needed to come to order. All talking stopped, and the man soon went into his explanation. "Okay, so due to the events that happened in here yesterday I feel the need to give you guys a lesson on what it truly means to be a family."

All hell seemed to break loose in that moment. Everyone, with the exception of Quinn, Blaine, and Rachel, seemed to turn on Santana. Yelling that it was her fault, and that she was always out of line. Quinn was positive that she even heard Brittany telling Santana that she should apologize to Rachel for being so mean. Santana just sat in her seat, smirk plastered on her lips. If there was one thing Quinn had learned about Santana over the years it was this. The girl had a need for stirring up things in the Glee club.

Mr. Shuester seemed to ramble on some more, explaining that their assignment was to pair up in twos and sing a song together. The catch being it couldn't be someone they had sung with already.

Great, Sam was out.

She bit her lip nervously, wondering who she could partner up with. She hated assignments like this. They seemed so pointless and honestly never accomplished anything.

A note suddenly appeared on her desk, almost like magic, and she scanned her area trying to figure out exactly who put it there. No one was looking her way, figures. Reluctantly, she unfolded the paper, and a wide grin covered her face.

Dearest Quinn Fabray,

Would you do me the honors of being my duet partner?

Yes

No

Go Away

Please circle one of the choices.

Sincerely,

The Always Dashing Blaine Anderson

Her pen lingered over the 'go away' option, but she flipped the page over and began to write on the back.

Cheesy, Mr. Anderson. Extremely cheesy.

The note was slid into his already stretched out hand. It took him a minute to realize that she had written on the back. Within a few seconds, he had the note lying back on her desk.

I'll take that as a yes!

Maybe.

That's better than a no.

Before Quinn could write back, chairs were being filed out of. Apparently, she had missed Mr. Shue excusing them. She scanned the room for Kurt or Santana, but the two had already disappeared. The only sight she caught was one Blaine Anderson, standing at the door, giving her the same smile she had seen yesterday. And just like yesterday he followed Rachel out the door, leaving her there in wonder.

Quinn had no idea what was happening to her. One minute she was sitting in Glee contemplating how hard her life was, and now she had a note tucked between her fingers; a note that seemed like the start of a new friendship.

It was confirmed. Fate was for sure on her side.

A/N: So there's chapter one. All spelling/grammatical errors are mine. I promise that the next chapters will be much heavier on the Quaine. I just needed to get the Pezberry out because it plays a role in the later chapters. Feedback is always appreciated! But your enjoyment means more.