"Wake me up before you GO GO, don't leave me hanging on like a YO YO Wake me…."
It was 6:00 AM on a Monday morning and Quinn slammed her alarm clock off to stop the blasting music of Wham! She groaned as she rolled out of the bed, wondering why the weekends always seem to end so soon after they start. She crawled her way to the bathroom to do a quick fix up that would make her appear appropriate for public. It seemed as though she didn't care to make herself prettied up anymore. She used to do it for the stupid boys but she quickly stopped that, if people didn't like her at her worst, they definitely didn't deserve her at her best. And lately she feels like no one deserves her at her best, and looking in the mirror right now, she doesn't even believe she deserves her best either. After she finishes brushing her teeth and hair she leaves the bathroom to throw on a black and white striped sweater with black jeans and some chucks. Simple enough.
When she went downstairs she hoped today there would be breakfast made for her, but that was wishful thinking because that would never happen. Her father prepared a breakfast for himself and sat down on his ass watching television. Her lazy mother still in bed obviously hadn't prepared anything for Quinn either so she went to the fridge to get out the milk and make some cereal. She ate her cereal alone reading the current news in the paper. It had the same old boring headlines, nothing ever happened in this town, but maybe that was for the best. She put down the paper and got her school bag and exited the house without saying a word to her father.
When she walked into the halls of McKinley High School she noticed Sue Sylvester standing by her locker and wasn't sure what her intentions were. When she approached the lockers, Sue still remained there but didn't say a word. To break the awkwardness Quinn felt, she decided to acknowledge Sue.
"Not to be rude," Quinn suggested, "but why are you standing by my locker Ms. Sylvester."
"I'm concerned for you Quinn," Sue said with sincerity that actually seemed concerned instead of her normality of trying to scheme something. But you can never be too sure with Sue, "People have been telling me you have been having some issues."
"Well I don't know who told you that, I'm fine." Quinn lied.
"Fine?" Sue questioned that response, knowing Quinn was in fact, not fine, "Look at you, you don't look fine to me. Why don't you rejoin the cheerios? We could really use you on the team this year."
"No, thanks," Quinn muttered as she slammed her locker closed. How did she know Sue only approached her to rejoin the cheerios. They need her so they would win again this year. Everyone knows the cheerios are nothing without her on the team; sure Santana almost had the skills but not quite enough to win another national championship. They needed Quinn to achieve that.
"Q, come on. It'll be a fun time," Sue continued to push on, "Don't you miss being on the top, that glee club is turning you into a loser. The cheerios should be good for you."
Oh my God she sounded just like her father, but not as bad. Maybe if she rejoined, it would please her Father enough to get off her damn case about being 'like Frannie' or 'quitting that damn glee club'.
"Fine." Quinn replied.
"Good choice Q," Sue smirked, knowing she had her star back, "Lets go to my office to get your uniform."
The uniform still fit perfectly. It felt so weird to be back with the cheerios and she knows it's going to be even weirder once everyone sees her dressed up like this. Right as she exited the bathroom stall, the girls at the sinks looked frightened that the head bitch in charge returned. They immediately left the premise causing Quinn to laugh and shake her head at the stupidity of the people in this school. She never understood why this uniform scared people away, without it she was nothing, now all of a sudden she is some queen?
Just as she finished washing her hands the door slams open. An angry Santana with a frightened Brittany following rushed over towards Quinn.
"I heard you are back on the cheerios, you better not be thinking of snatching my head position." Santana hissed at Quinn while Brittany had a tight grip on her arm to keep her back from slapping her.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Don't roll those eyes at me bitch," Santana snickered trying to release the tight grip of Brittany.
"Calm down," Quinn explained, "I don't even want to be head cheerleader. I'll tell Sue that, and if she demands I be on top again then I'll tell her that I want you as my co-captain or I won't remain on the team, fair enough?"
"I guess," Santana mumbled crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, "Why don't you want to be head cheerleader though, I don't understand?"
"I don't even want to be on the team," Quinn answered, "I just rejoined to get my Father off my case."
"What's been up with you lately Fabray?" Santana questioned.
"Nothing!" Quinn roared, she was so over everyone asking her that question every damn day. She usually held a strong persona about this, but this time she couldn't hold herself back and the tears started rolling down her face. Santana didn't know what to say, so Brittany chimed in to try and make Quinn feel better.
"Quinnie, don't cry," she said while she went over to give her a hug. Santana joined in on the hugging too, but still didn't say anything. Once they got Quinn calmed down they all walked to class together, just like they were all somehow best friends again. Wow, what putting on a cheerios uniform can do for someone.
When Quinn entered the classroom it was another scene like the bathroom, a look of confused and frightened students that the bitch was back in her cheerios uniform. She noticed Rachel in the back of the room looking particularly scared, and she could understand why because the last time she was in this uniform she treated Rachel worse than anyone else in the school. She wasn't quite sure why she picked on her so much, but she did. From calling her treasure trail to drawing pornographic pictures of her on the bathroom stalls, Rachel used to receive daily torture from Quinn. Once Quinn quit the cheerios though, she didn't bother Rachel, or anyone else, anymore. They talked every once in a while in the glee club, and Rachel still got on her last nerve sometimes, but she just ignored it. Quinn walked past all the students to sit down in her seat, which happened to be the one next to Rachel. She didn't feel the pressure of needing to be horrible to everyone (just yet) so she didn't go down that route. Everyone still looked scared though, especially Rachel who just sat there studying her notes and refusing to look up at Quinn. This was so stupid, Quinn didn't want people scared of her.
"Hey Rachel," Quinn said trying to break the discomfort between them.
"Hi Quinn," Rachel replied, still not looking up from her notes.
"Did we have homework last night?" Quinn asked, trying to show Rachel she wasn't going to verbally attack her.
"Yes we had to read chapter 7 of our textbook." Rachel replied finally looking up at Quinn. Although she still looked a little guarded.
"Really, we are already on chapter 7, damn where has my head been." Quinn laughed, trying to joke with her. But it actually wasn't a joke, because she had no idea what chapter they were on, or what they were even learning, and she obviously didn't do the homework last night.
"Yes Quinn, we are on chapter 7." Rachel laughed along with Quinn. She seemed more at ease. Then finally the teacher walked in the classroom and gave everyone a pop quiz on last night's chapter. Good thing Quinn read it, oh wait.
Once class ended, Mr. England wanted a word with her. She is tired of all these teachers coming to her asking 'what's wrong, why are your grades dropping, you seem sidetracked.' But this wasn't exactly what he wanted to talk to her about.
"Quinn, if you don't improve your grades you are going to have to quit the glee club until you do." He stated.
"What are you serious?!" She furiously replied.
"Yes, I am sorry," Mr. England implied, "You have a week to show some improvement or you will have to take a break from the club until you get back to a C average."
"Ok, so let me get this straight. If I don't improve my grades, I have to quit glee, but I can still remain on the cheerios?" Quinn fired back to him, "I mean, they are both extracurricular activities, are they not?"
"Well yes…" He didn't have much to say because both he and Quinn knew Sue had something to do with this, "I don't know I am just taking orders from Principal Figgins, you need to have a C average to be in that club. So think about improving Quinn."
"Incredible." Quinn was outraged; she couldn't believe the power Sue had over everyone in the school. She left the classroom irritated and then a small girl standing outside the classroom scared her.
"Quinn," the girl called out.
"Oh my God Rachel!" Quinn blurted out. Noticing Rachel got a bit scared and backed away from Quinn while looking down at the floor.
"Sorry," Rachel mumbled out.
"No, its fine Rachel." Quinn implied, she didn't want her to be frightened of her, "You just scared the living crap out of me."
"Oh, well I heard you might have to quit glee club." Rachel noted, "and I want to offer my help. I am doing very well in this class. I could tutor you so you wouldn't have to quit. We need you Quinn, and I want you to be in the club with us. It would be sad not seeing you there everyday."
"Wow ok I see you were eavesdropping," Quinn stated kind of annoyed that Rachel was listening in on their conversation but also kind of taken aback that Rachel wants to help her. She also was a bit flattered that she would miss her if she were to have to leave the club. "Well maybe I'll see I'm pretty busy lately Rachel."
"Perfect!" Rachel must have interpreted that as a yes, "meet me at my locker at 3 pm!"
"Alright…" Quinn said, then Rachel was quickly off to her next class.
Once the school day ended Rachel patiently waited at her locker for Quinn's arrival. As time went by, she didn't show up. Rachel constantly checked her watch, it was 2:57 and school ended 12 minutes ago, where was she? Rachel began to think Quinn wasn't going to come. She decided she would wait a few more minutes. As she patiently stood there tapping her foot and continuing to check the time she was almost certain Quinn ditched her. Then suddenly Finn approached her.
"Hey Rachel," Finn said to her as he leaned up against the lockers, "What are you doing? I wanted to tell you I have a duet song picked out for the competition."
"Nothing Finn," Rachel replied quite annoyed that Finn thinks he can now pick songs that they were going to sing. She always picked the duet she and him would perform and it wasn't going to be different this time around, "And actually I already have the song picked out Finn, and Mr. Schue said we are going to use it."
"Oh ok," He said, "Well what are you doing here anyway, school ended 15 minutes ago?"
"I'm waiting for a friend," She told him. Finn said goodbye and walked away and Rachel waited for little bit more. It was now 3:05 and she gave up, she turned around and started making her way down the hall heading towards the exit. When suddenly she heard her name being called from behind.
"Rachel wait!" Quinn yelled out rushing to catch up to her.
"Quinn!" Rachel gushed, her frown quickly turned into a smile. She was so happy that Quinn showed up and wanted to spend time studying with her. "I thought you weren't going to come."
"Yea sorry I got caught talking to Mr. Schue about glee club." She informed Rachel.
"Oh yeah, what were you two talking about?" Rachel inquired.
"I was just telling him I was going to try my best to improve my grades so I can still remain in the club." Quinn told her. "I'm really thankful that you care about me enough to help me out.
"Sure, it's not a problem." Rachel said as her smile reached her ears and her face began to show signs of blushing.
"Let's head out to my car and we can go to your house," Quinn asked. She didn't want to invite Rachel to her house. Quinn didn't want anyone to meet her drunken mother or father. "That's ok though, right, I mean I am not trying to invite myself over your house. I just thought it'd be"
"YES, Quinn its ok," Rachel laughed while interrupting Quinn before she could finish her sentence, "Why are you acting so worried, we are friends right?"
"Yeah, I guess we are." Quinn was surprised Rachel called her a friend after the way she treated her in the past.
"Ok, well then let's get a move on to this study party!" Rachel exclaimed, seeming a bit overexcited.
"Alrighty, lets get out of here!" Quinn said.
