Detention

Quinn stood in front of the door, thinking if she should really open it. She held on the doorknob and even before she could turn it, the door opened.

"Oh. Miss Fabray. What are you doing here?" The old lady asked. "Am I being called in the office?"

"No, Mrs. Cortez. I..." She paused and closed her eyes. "I was sent to detention."

"Are you going to replace me? Cause my shift is till the end of the day." She smiled.

"No. Mr. Lids sent me hear cause... I had an issue in class. I was told to stay for 2 hours."

The surprise on her face became present as the disappointment in Quinn's showed up.

"Well, well, well. This is a first Miss Fabray. I never thought this day would come." She smirked. "Go inside, take your sit. I'll just go to the restroom."

Quinn just nodded and entered the room. The classroom had about 3 unknown people inside. One looked like she's lost her future right before her eyes. Dressed in all black and, green hair and piercing in almost every part of her face. Her arms are covered with tattoos and she has the face of what the world probably called hopeless. She's sitting straight but she's obviously sleeping.

The guy 3 chairs behind her is really good looking. One problem though is he's weird. Quinn can hear him talking to himself.

"Maybe corndogs are made of a special kind of dogs. Like bulldogs. Or maybe Dalmatians. But spotted coats are also made of Dalmatians. Maybe spotted coats taste like corndogs too."

She's heard enough. She continued walking to find another seat. She saw the final guy in detention. It was a nerd. A guy in a wheelchair wearing braces and glasses. She has no choice, so she sat beside him. I mean, a guy in wheels shouldn't be so harmful right?

"Hey there." Quinn smiled.

"You're Quinn Fabray, right?" He asked.

"How did you know my name?" She was surprise that he knows her.

"Well, I read your weekly horoscope on the news paper. It matches me twice a month so I think you're really great." He smiled with a goofy face.

"Thanks." She gave an awkward smile. The truth is, she was only placed in the horoscope section because when she joined the editorial team, the only spot available was the horoscope. She wanted to be in the poetry section but that spot was full. Since being part of the newspaper gives extra credit for college, she grabbed the opportunity.

"I'm sorry but what is your name again?" She asked.

"Artie. Artie Abrams. I'm a freshman."

"I'm a junior by the way. Why are you here?"

"Multiple reasons." His head went down as he sighed. "First, I accidentally rolled my chair on my teacher's feet. Second, I accidentally spilled my drink on my teacher's pants. Finally, I accidentally locked my teacher in restroom. I thought it was the guys who were bullying me."

Quinn wanted to laugh but she decided to just keep it down. "And that happened to one teacher alone?"

"Yes. Mr. Briggs. He said if I wasn't in a wheelchair, he would've made me stand in front of the blackboard for a whole day. So, he just sent me to detention."

"Wow." She giggled.

"How about you? Why are you here? I didn't think that was possible. You're Quinn Fabray. Good girl, Smartest, Prettiest, and the Bravest in this school..." Everyone stopped when 3 famous faces entered the room.

It was the football team with the Quarterback. Typical jocks that run the school in their letterman jackets. Everyone knows them since the school is all about the football team. Wingmen Jake Pucker and Ryder Lynn went inside and behind them was the ever popular Quarterback, Sam Evans.

"It's the cool kids." Artie whispered to Quinn.

"Cool?" Quinn said, looking at him like asking if he's serious.

"Yes, cool. They're popular and they're hot." He giggled.

"They're okay but that doesn't mean they're cool." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the book inside her bag.

Sam was sitting on a chair with his feet crossed on top of the desk. Ryder was sitting on one of the desks beside Sam while Jake was sitting on the chair in front of Sam's desk.

"Hey, guys. Look, its wheelchair boy!" Ryder said and the two other guys laughed.

Artie waved like the little dork he is with a smile reaching his ears.

"Come here, boy. Give me a massage on the back will you. Your face is stressing me out." Jake said as the three of them laughed again.

Artie nodded and was about to wheel himself to the boys when Quinn interrupted.

"Artie, don't." Quinn extended her arm to stop him from moving.

"Excuse me?" Jake said, surprised that a girl cut her off. "Artie, come here." He repeated.

Artie started to move again when Quinn stopped her for the second time. "Artie, I said don't."

"What's your problem, missy?" Jake asked.

"I don't have a problem. I think you do... You have a problem with your brain." Quinn raised her brow and crossed her arms across her chest. Everyone laughed, even the guy who talks to himself.

Jake felt embarrassed. He stood up and was about to attack the girl but Sam stopped him.

"Jake, sit down."

Everyone looked at Sam as Jake followed him.

"Who are you?" Sam raised his brow on Quinn but she remained quiet and just stared at Sam. "Don't you know who I am?" Sam added.

"Oh, I know you. I just don't give a damn about you." Quinn bravely said. "That goes to the two of you too." She told the wingmen.

"Enough, people. Be quiet." Mrs. Cortez said as she entered the room. "Mr. Lynn, people sit on chairs, not on desks. Mr. Evans, put your feet on the ground. The way it should be." She sat on her place as the boys followed her.

Sam looked at Quinn and whispered. "I'm not done with you, wizard."

Wizard? Why did he call her wizard? Does that mean he knows who she is? Quinn exhaled in irritation. This boy is so arrogant he doesn't even deserve her time.

"Thanks Quinn." Artie smiled at her.

"No worries. Next time, don't do everything they tell you to do." She looked at her watch and it's 4:35pm. She still has about an hour and 25 minutes to stay there. It's been a very unlucky day for her. She doesn't know how long the others will stay there since the school doesn't close until 9pm.

Quinn opened her book and decided to just read to kill time. Sam and the boys were quietly planning on how to get back at Quinn for what she did. Mrs. Cortez was grading some papers while the others were sleeping.

The classroom had 4 rows and 4 columns. Ryder, Jake and Sam were sitting at the back, corner left. Quinn and Artie were at the second line from the back, corner right, while the rest were in front.

"I can't believe she answered you like that, bro." Ryder told Sam.

"Yeah, if the teacher wasn't here, I'd bang her hard till she begs me not to." Jake said as Ryder laughed. Sam was quietly thinking. He was playing with his pencil, twirling it through his fingers.

"You okay, Sam?" Ryder asked.

"Yeah. Just thinking a way on how to get back at Quinn." He crunched his knuckles.

"You know her, dude?" Jake asked.

Sam's eyes widened, realizing what he just said. "What? Hell no. I just saw her name on the school paper the other day." He said. "Hey, do you still got that rubber band from chemistry class?" He asked Ryder.

"Yeah, here." He handed it to her. "What are you gonna use it for?"

"Oh nothing." He grabbed it and brought out his notebook from his bag. "Cut some small strips of papers." They do what he tells them to and gave it to Sam.

"Now, let's try on our first target." Sam pointed it to the weird guy who was talking to himself and fired it like a slingshot.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" He shouted from behind. It hit him right behind the ears and the three of them laughed.

"Mr. Moore, do not shout." Mrs. Cortez warned.

"Mrs. Cortez, I think there's a ghost in this room. Someone hit me behind the ear!" He was feeling really scared.

Quinn rolled her eyes at the boys. They were being really mean. She just shook the thought away until she felt a piece of folded paper hit her in the back of her head. She closed her eyes and closed her book.

"Mrs. Cortez, can we ask the gentlemen from behind to stop pestering the people in front?" Quinn informed the teacher.

"We didn't do anything, ma'am. We're just sitting here, being the good boys that we are, reflecting on what we did to Mr. Stork a while ago." Sam smiled like the little angel he's trying to be.

"You two, be quiet. I'm busy finishing these papers." Mrs. Cortez told them and went back to the papers. The boys quietly laughed again and Quinn tried to stay calm. She kept telling herself to let it go. She only has about 40 minutes left in that hell room.

She went on and continued reading her book. Everything was quiet for a little while and she didn't know if it was a good sign or not.

"Hey, Quinn. My time is up. I gotta go now. My mother's waiting for me outside." Artie said as he fixed his stuff before wheeling himself to Mrs. Cortez' table.

"Alright, you take care Artie." She now felt more alone but she tried not to care. 30 minutes won't be too long if she kept reading the book.

A minute or two after Artie left, she felt the need to go to the restroom. Quinn stood up and asked permission from Mrs. Cortez and she was allowed. She washed her face and tried to stretch out a bit. She was so excited to go home, finish homework and just spend time with her lovely bed. She returned after a couple of minutes and when she entered the room, the blinds of the window were open. The sun was targeting her eyes as it was about to set in a couple of minutes. She wondered why there were open and she headed to her seat. She couldn't see clearly and when she sat, she felt something sticky on her butt.

Her mouth opened in disgust and uncomforting feeling. She stood up and saw squashed chocolate on the back of her skirt and the three boys behind laughed out loud.

"Wow, Quinn. You should have finished your business in the girls' room." Sam teased and the three of them laughed more.

"Ugh!" Quinn nearly screamed and went up to Sam and slapped him across the face.

"OH!" The two other boys said and laughed at Sam for being slapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Why are you picking on me? Are you gay?!" Quinn shouted; clear enough for him to hear her anger.

"Miss Fabray! What's wrong? What happened to your skirt?" Mrs. Cortez asked.

"Evans and his boys placed their melted chocolate on my seat!" Quinn argued.

"Hey! You do not have any proof to blame your accident on me!" Sam teased more. "You should be the one to face some consequences. You slapped me for no reason! Plus, you called me gay!"

"I slapped you because you are an arrogant little ass who would pick on anyone you want because you think you rule this place yet you can't even get a grade of B in class without using your popularity!"

Sam stood up as he couldn't control his range. "That's foul already! Stop using my personal achievements into making me some kind of a mean Grinch! You're the one who has no respect and stepping into the fights of other people! Learn to check your line!"

"Alright, enough! I've had enough of you two shouting and bickering on each other! You both are here to pay for your horrible actions. Now... Since you just added another horrible action, I'm adding 1 more hour for the both of you and the rest can go home by 6pm."

"What?!" Sam and Quinn both shouted at the teacher. They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"Come on, Mrs. Cortez. I still have homework to finish. It's been a really long day..." Quinn tried to explain.

"You can't do that. There's a game on ESPN by 7. I need to be home by 6:30 to make popcorn and all..." Sam said.

"Unless you both want to make it 2 more hours, you better sit down and keep quiet." Mrs. Cortez ordered and went back to her seat. Sam and Quinn had no choice but to go back to their places and keep quiet. Quinn tried to clean herself up and went to the seat farthest Sam which is the first seat in the left upper corner.

6 o'clock came and everyone was preparing to leave. Jake and Ryder teased Sam about missing the game and wished him good luck with just Mrs. Cortez and Quinn around him for one whole hour. Quinn just continued reading her book and didn't mind the people leaving as she didn't want to feel jealous of them.

15 minutes after 6, the classroom remained quiet. Mrs. Cortez was finally done with her papers as she stretched out her body. Sam was just listening to his music when Mrs. Cortez called for their attention.

"I'll be back by 7. I have to bring this to the faculty room and rearrange the papers by section." She stood up and grabbed her things. "I'll leave you two. You detention slips are still with me so you really can't leave the room until I say so. Do anything you want. Just don't break anything." She said and left the room. After a few seconds she went back and added, "Oh, and uh... No one will leave the room dead or pregnant." She warned Sam as he raised both hands in defeat and left the room.

Sam laughed out loud when it was just him and Quinn. Quinn didn't mind all the jokes as she felt really tired and just wanted to go home. After a while, everything was quiet again. Quinn closed her book and decided to just sleep on her desk. She just needed a moment to close her eyes and relaxed. When she was finally feeling the calm moment, she heard a loud noise coming from one Sam Evans.

"And you'll see me waiting for you, at the corner of the street! So I'm not moving! I'm not moving! Yeah!" He kept shouting the lyrics of the song. Quinn lifted her head and looked back at Sam. His eyes were close like he was really feeling the lyrics of the song.

She decided to go back to sleep. After a while, he was singing loud again. She felt so pissed so she threw her left shoe at him. It hit him directly in the forehead.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" He asked, as he removed his headphones.

"If you're not aware, you're not the only one in this room. Learn to shut up." Quinn raised her brow at him.

"Well, we wouldn't be here in the first place if you knew how to shut your mouth a while ago." He said, putting back his headphones.

"Alright, what is your deal? What do you want from me?" She turned around to face him.

He just kept singing and acted like he can't hear or know she's talking to him.

"You're a waste of time." She said and stood up. She went closer to him and he was surprised that she's just inches away from him.

"If you're gonna slap me again, I swear I will kiss you, lady!" He warned.

She kneeled down and looked at him. "I was gonna get my shoe." She said. "I'm tired, okay? Can you please just stop pissing me for 20 minutes?" She looked really tired and her eyes were like tearing up a bit in frustration. She grabbed her shoe and was about to go back to her seat when Sam stopped her with two words.

"I'm sorry."

She stopped and turned around.

I'm sorry about the paper and the chocolate and all." Sam stood up and placed his hands in his pocket. "I've just never met a girl who would stand up to me and be brave enough to embarrass me in front of people."

"Not every girl in this world is scared enough to fight back at men..." She said.

He moved to check her back. "It'll be pretty hard to clean that up with just tissues. It'll be harder to go home with chocolate stains on your behind." Sam said as he removed his letterman jacket and handed it to Quinn. "Wrap this around you when you go home."

"No, I'll be fine. I can take the walk of shame." She pushed his hand back to him, rejecting his offering.

"It's bad enough that you embarrassed yourself in front of 6 people. The rest of the world doesn't need to see it." Sam said as he wrapped the jacket himself around Quinn's waist, covered her enough to not show the chocolate stains. "There."

She had no choice. The jacket was already there and honestly, she felt more comfortable with it. "Thanks, I'll have it dry cleaned by tomorrow and just delivered it back to you in the locker room."

Sam smiled at him for the first time. This was different. It wasn't the teasing or pissing time, this was an actual sincere smile. Quinn smiled back and accidentally blushed.

"You're blushing." Sam giggled.

"I'm not." Quinn immediately removed the smile in her face to deny his statement.

"Yes, you are. Your cheeks are turning red. I see it." Sam laughed again.

"Shut up, Sam. I told you to stop pissing me. Just 15 minutes more and we can stay away from each other's hair." Quinn said and she was caught off guard when Sam grabbed her by the arm and lightly slammed her to wall, cornering her with both his arms.

He stared at her in the eyes and she doesn't know what to do. She was still in surprise and felt like her body was frozen in the middle of his strong, masculine arms.

His smiling face turned into a more serious one. "You have the most perfect eyes I've ever seen." He whispered, with their faces literally inches away from each other.

She didn't know why she was going to do what she was about to do. She lightly and slowly slapped him in the face with a shy and terrified emotion in her face.

Without any thinking, Sam went in to place his lips on her. He kissed her and her lips were unlike any other. They taste of her cherry lip balm was so inviting and the softness just made him rest his lips on her a little more while. He pulled back after a while.

His head went down in embarrassment and as hers faced her left side in the same feeling. Sam brought his hands back inside his pocket.

"Do you have a horoscope for an Aries today?" He asked, blushing and smiling at her.

"You read my horoscopes?" She was surprised that a popular kid reads her section on the newspaper.

"I've seen them about once or twice... Do you want me to read yours? What's your zodiac sign?" He asked.

"Capricorn." She said.

"You're gonna get asked out for tomorrow night at 8. Breadsticks."

"Do you want to know your horoscope?" She asked back.

He just nodded and smiled.

"If you're gonna ask someone out for tomorrow night at 8 at Breadsticks... She'll probably say yes." She bit her lips in shyness.

Sam smiled and they both giggled.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I came here to tell you guys that you're both free to go because you might be getting a bit hungry... I hope I'm not interrupting any business." Mrs. Cortez said and smirked. She knew something was going on and she felt bad for interrupting the moment.

Both of them looked at her and nodded. She handed both of them their signed detention slips. Quinn went over to get her bag and Sam fixed his too.

Before Quinn could go out of the room, Sam spoke up.

"Quinn!"

She turned to face him.

"Be safe on the way home." He said.

"You too." She replied with a sweet smile. "Have a good night, Mrs. Cortez." She told the teacher and left the room.

Sam smiled and he can't seem to take it off his face. He walked to the door where Mrs. Cortez was standing beside.

"I smell the start of something new, Mr. Evans." She smiled at him and he just laughed.

"Have a goodnight, Mrs. Cortez." He said and walked out.

"Thank you, Mr. Evans. I know you had one." She smiled too and turned off the lights of the room.