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Chapter 1

Quinn returned to McKinley after school let out. She wanted to talk to her teachers and get her assignments since she refused to let herself fall behind anymore. As she approached her locker, she saw that it was spotless. She looked around the hallway but no one else was around.

Opening her locker, she grabbed a few textbooks and was surprised to find a piece of paper fall out. She bent down and picked up the folded paper and sat on the floor taking the time to read its contents. She slowly unfolded it and braced herself for the worst. What kind of threat could Sadie have written down and shoved in her locker to harass her with?

She had to re-read the note three times because it confused her. What was elegantly written wasn't some taunt to out her but rather an invitation.

There's this thing called glee club that I want to join.

Will you join it with me? I know you can sing!

It had to be from Rachel; the brunette was the only one who ever heard her sing. Shaking her head of the thought, she reverently folded the piece of paper back up and shoved it in the front pocket of her backpack.

When she stood up and placed the last of her books in her bag, she shut her locker. She turned around to walk away when she was standing face to face with Rachel.

"The note was you, wasn't it?" She asked though she knew it was unnecessary.

"I don't know anyone yet so I thought it would be a fun way to make friends. Besides, who doesn't love to sing?" The girl smiled brightly.

Quinn studied her. "Did you also clean my locker? It's happened before and it was never cleaned up so fast."

Rachel frowned. "That happens to you often?"

Quinn nodded curtly. There was no way she was delving into her past with the girl.

"So are you joining glee with me or not?"

Quinn shook her head as if to say 'no,' however, she unintentionally blurted out 'yes' instead.

Rachel's smile returned to her face and Quinn realized that she would probably never be able to say 'no' to this girl. She sighed at the realization.

"Oh and since we shared all our classes together, I have a list of your assignments."

"You…aren't you a junior? Why are you in…?" She trailed off as she thought that she might have offended the girl.

Rachel didn't answer, instead she simply handed the list to the blonde. "Ready to go to glee? The meeting starts in five minutes and I hate being late."

Quinn followed Rachel down the hall. She didn't know how to warn the girl that she might not be welcomed there. After all, when she was on the top of the social food chain she terrorized the kids at the bottom; most of which were the losers in glee club.

Rachel walked into the room first, followed hesitantly by the blonde. As soon as they entered, the chatter stopped and the room was enveloped in a tense silence.

"Oh, Hell to the No!" A black girl with a diva attitude shouted as she pointed at Quinn.

"Yeah, that ain't happenin.'" A bespectacled boy in a wheelchair spat out with hatred.

"Mr. Shue, we've always been about acceptance here but we will not let her join." A tall, gangly kid, with a grin on his face that just made him look constipated, addressed the curly haired teacher.

Rachel took in the room of misfits (noticing an Asian goth girl, the other Asian, her mohawked partner in crime, a blonde kid with some big lips, and a kid who was so obviously gay, in addition to those who already spoke) before looking back at Quinn. "Do you have a problem with me or her?"

Quinn chuckled unintentionally. Rachel really had no clue who she was or who she is now for that matter. With the brunette, that one day in the summer, she was just Quinn. No expectations, no social status, nothing but a girl who liked music and fireflies.

"It's not you." The tall boy said reassuringly to the petite brunette, before raising his eyes to look at Quinn. "That girl was awful to everyone in here for almost two years."

Rachel shook her head. "Don't you believe people can change?"

"Not her." The goth girl said quietly.

"But…" Before Rachel could continue, Quinn cut her off. "It's okay, Rachel, I didn't really want to join anyway."

She was out of the room before the brunette could stop her.

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Quinn ran until her lungs hurt and ended up by the football field. She heard some noise coming from under the bleachers. As she went to investigate, she was startled to find a Latina going down on a tall blonde girl. She flushed at the sight and turned to walk away unnoticed, but since when did anything ever go her way?

"You can stay and watch." As soon as the tall blonde spoke, the Latina stopped what she was doing and glared at the intruder. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You finally coming over to the dark side, white girl?" She replied with an evil grin that almost would have made the old Quinn proud.

Quinn knew who they were, they were known as 'The Skanks' and now Quinn could see that the rumors about them were not exaggerated. As she weighed her options, she smirked at the girls as if to challenge them. "What do you have in mind?"

She really had nothing left to lose; everyone thought she was a slut anyway. Rachel was back with the glee kids probably getting the low down on her past. And Rachel was better off without her anyway, she was already fitting in. Besides, it might be nice to hang out with people who wouldn't care if she were to maybe be gay. In Lima, people like that were few and far between.

The Latina cocked an eyebrow. "You're really game?"

"Count me in." The blonde sounded more sure than she really was. Her last thought as she walked away with her new friends was, 'I wonder what Rachel would say if she saw me now?'