Quinn glanced down the row of lockers before turning her vision onto a smirking Santana.
"You cant be serious," The blonde Cheerio said, her ponytail flipping wildly along with her hand gestures. "You really want me to ask out RuPaul? That shouldn't even be legal in Ohio. Or anywhere." Quinn mumbled, fumbling with the edges of her skirt.
Santana let out a humorless laugh before leaning against the other girls locker. "No, it shouldn't be legal. But its also very fun to see you all squirmy." Santana grinned before looking down the hall at the intended target.
She rocked off the locker and stood tall, sort of towering over Quinn in a way. "Okay, it looks like she's about to leave. Now is your chance." Something glinted in Santana's eyes- probably something evil.
Quinn could have told her to fuck off, even threatened to get her demoted on the cheer pyramid. But, Santana had dirt on her. Enough dirt to bury her and her social popularity.
She knew Quinn was pregnant.
She also knew that the baby wasn't Finn's.
The blonde didn't know how she could have possibly found out. By this point Quinn didn't think it mattered all that much, she knew anyway.
Quinn could do the right thing, tell Finn that is. She kept telling herself she cared about the slightly disturbing taller boy, but in all reality, she didn't.
But she did not want to hurt him. That was why she was currently staring at Berry, oh if looks could kill she would be blown to smithereens.
Quinn must have been lost in thought because Santana was snapping her fingers in the blonde's face.
"Yo, Fabray? Earth to Quinn?"
She glared at the Latina before slapping her hand away.
"Okay, I'm going, I'm going." Quinn turned from the other girl and began to walk to her doom.
One foot in front of the other, okay you got this Quinn. Its just Berry we are talking about. No reason to get nervous.
All she had to do was ask her out, then when Berry rejected her, Quinn could laugh in the other girls face and tell her how it was all a bet. More or less blackmail, but that was none of the other girls business.
The blonde edged closer to the diva's locker before slamming it shut. What? She had to get some enjoyment from this.
The diva jumped back in shock before looking over at Quinn.
"Oh, hello Quinn." Rachel said, confusion etched on her face. "Uh, not that it isn't a pleasure to see you, because its not. But you rarely ever speak to me- mostly to throw drinks in my face, which I suppose isn't really talking. More or less speaking with actions instead of words, which I do appreciate in a person, but my clothes do not and-"
Quinn rolled her eyes before putting her finger in the diva's face.
"Okay, one, you talk way too much."
Rachel slightly glared at the girl which made Quinn smile a bit on the inside.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Quinn?" the other girl said, probably in a mocking tone. She was gripping onto her gold star covered notebook, staring at Quinn.
The blonde stared back. Wow, she never realized what nice eyes Berry really did have-
Wait. I didn't say that.
Uh, yes, you did.
Shut up brain no one asked you.
The cheerio focused back on the brunette, who was still looking questionably at her, waiting for a reply.
Okay, this was it. This was the fall of Quinn Fabray as we know.
"Did you maybe, like, want to go on a date or something?"
Quinn kept her face neutral but on the inside it felt like she was exploding from embarrassment. She had just asked out Rachel freaking Berry!
The brunette started at the other girl for a moment before straightening up and letting out a quick laugh.
"You can't be serious, Quinn?"
Rachel arched her brow before looking behind her, before jerking her head to look behind Quinn.
"Is this some kind of joke? Am I currently being recorded?"
The diva started to circle the hallway, checking down the hall again, looking for the supposed cameras to be hiding.
Quinn's cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment, but she shook it off before grabbing Rachel's shoulders and stopping her in her tracks.
"No Berry, this isn't a prank. There are no hidden cameras. Now stop pacing around like a crazy dog before you attract attention to yourself."
Okay now would be a good time to reject me.
I don't think you want her to.
You don't know what I want.
I'm your brain, of course I do.
Shut up.
Rachel shrugged out of the girls other hold, which made Quinn frown before she put on a neutral face.
"Well, could I have a couple days to think over this idea? I may need to make a PowerPoint presentation, possibly a chart to seek out all the possible-"
"Yes Rachel take all the time you need. Take days weeks, even months if you need it."
Quinn's hands were starting to get clammy and she was gripping the edges of her skirt so tight her knuckles were turning white.
This isn't how it was supposed to go! The dwarf was supposed to reject me and we could move on from this!
You don't always get what you want, Lucy.
If I could kill you without killing myself I would so do it.
Ha.
Ignoring her thoughts she continued, "I mean, take your time. There's no need to rush into anything."
Quinn gave the confused girl a small smile before beginning to back away slowly.
The blonde gripped her American Lit book and turned away before mumbling, "I have to get to class. See you later, Berry."
Quinn sprinted down the hallway, her cheeks still flushed, her blonde ponytail swinging wildly back and forth, leaving behind a bewildered Rachel.
Rachel stared down the empty hallway from which Quinn had just run down seconds ago.
The diva was surprised that Quinn had asked her out. Considering she seemed to hate Rachel, and of course the jealousy of being more talented in glee.
More or so, she was surprised because the other girl was still with Finn, which is why it seemed to be a prank.
Rachel had known from a young age that she was interested in both genders, coming to terms with it helped with having two gay fathers.
Quinn on the other hand, was raised in a christian home. Maybe she was just coming to terms with herself and wanted to try it out on Rachel?
Rachel didn't care by this point. Quinn freaking Fabray had asked her out! She was going to take up the offer and see where it took her.
The diva was lost in thought because the warning bell went off, signaling if she wasn't in her History class in the next two minutes, she would have her first ever tardy.
The hallway was empty as she sprinted to her next class, thoughts still racing through her mind.
Quinn had asked her out.
Quinn liked her.
This was not going to end well.
