This next chapter basically follows Quinn, but it's in third person. Oh, and this is set at the start of Rachel, Quinn, Santana and Brittany's junior year (season 2) and there is a Glee club, just minus Rachel (for now). Enjoy, and please review! It would mean a lot.
Quinn's been through a lot. She started off at the top and then stupidly let Puck get on top of her. That was when her perfect world came crashing down. She found out she was pregnant, got kicked out of her house, then her boyfriend, Finn, found out the baby was not his, but, in fact, his supposed best friend. But now she was a junior, and she was determined to make her life perfect again, like it used to be, before her stupid mistake.
She actually felt quite happy with her life. She was focusing on herself. Sure, she wasn't captain of the Cheerios yet, and she definitely wasn't popular, but still. She had Glee Club, and she loved it. They were like one, huge, odd family. They loved and fought each other.
Quinn had vowed to herself to stop messing around with silly boys and instead have some 'me-time'. She was nearly back to the dress size she was when she was cheer captain. The stretch marks would always be there, constantly reminding her of the year before, but at least she looked good with her size 4 clothes on.
She was still trying to get in contact with her dad. After Regionals, when her mother had taken her back in because she divorced her father, Quinn decided to find him. Unfortunately, he wanted nothing to do with her, nor her mother. He was too busy gallivanting around Europe with his heavily tattooed girlfriend who was only 4 years older than Quinn herself. Every so often she'd send her dad a letter, or a card on his birthday, or at Christmas, but she never got a reply. Her mother reassured her it probably got lost in the post-they were halfway across the world, after all-but Quinn knew that was a lie. She knew he refused to reply because of two reasons-he was ashamed of Quinn for getting knocked up, and he was ashamed in himself for getting together with some tattooed freak. But Quinn wouldn't give up. Eventually he'd give in. Quinn always got what she wanted, no matter what it was. Everything. Whether it be boys, clothes, solos. She got it. Of course, she was finished with boys now. But you get the idea.
Actually, she wasn't just done with boys; she was done with dating in general. She was over feelings and romance and kisses. Which was why, when she came through the front doors of McKinley, she didn't really expect to be drawn to the obviously new girl stood at her locker. But she was. Quinn didn't know why she was. She couldn't even see the girl's face clearly; for all she knew, she could look like a man. For all she knew, she could be a man. Quinn had to know for sure. That's what she was telling herself as she walked over to the brunette; you're just seeing what she looks like, no biggie. And then Quinn scolded herself for using the word 'biggie'; who was she, Puck?
Quinn smoothed down her white, cotton dress and then tapped the surprisingly short girl on the shoulder. Quinn glanced down; despite the fact that this girl was wearing pumps, she was still at least four inches shorter than herself. She quickly looked up and into the deep, soulful brown eyes that belonged to the girl. Quinn smiled tentatively, awkwardly sticking out her hand. She tried to stop her cheeks from flushing, but she could feel the heat rising.
"I'm Quinn." The blonde managed to say, feeling proud of herself for not stuttering or tripping over her words. The girl smiled, shaking her hand effortlessly, a huge smile that reached her eyes plastered on her face. Quinn couldn't help noticing how white her teeth were.
"I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry."
And in that instance, Quinn fell harder than she ever had before. Harder than when she fell for Finn, or Puck. She blinked a couple of times, biting her lip. Was it too soon to tell this Rachel girl that she thought she was beautiful? No, not beautiful-flawless. Probably.
"H-hi." Quinn spluttered, mentally kicking herself for being such a dweeb. Rachel didn't notice-she continued to grin brightly at the blonde. Rachel nodded, saying a cheerful 'hello' back. Quinn looked around awkwardly. Did she leave? Or did she offer to show Rachel around? She didn't do either of those things.
"Nice locker," She practically yelled. She clamped a hand over her mouth. Oh my gosh, Q, nice going, this girl probably thinks you're a retard. "I-I mean, nice decoration. Not the actual locker. Not that it isn't nice, it-it's just…" Quinn rambled, fighting the urge to just run off right there. Rachel was watching her, a slight smile on her face. Not a malicious or bemused one. Just…a nice one.
"Thank you." Rachel nodded, then quickly explained how she had to continue with her to-do list. She apologized politely, but Quinn understood, nodding.
"Of course. I, um, I'll see you around, I guess." She turned around, looking completely normal on the outside, albeit a little flushed, but she was screaming on the inside. She wanted to look back to see if Rachel was watching her, but she was afraid if she was, she'd lose her sense of direction and go careering into a wall, or worse, a person. So she continued walking down the hall, without a backwards glance. She passed Santana, who was staring at her rather intently. She didn't bother asking her what she was looking at; Santana was one of the sassiest, most sarcastic people she'd ever had the misfortunate to meet, so she'd probably reply with a razor sharp, bitchy insult, and Quinn was not in the mood. She never was, really, but usually she could just ignore it. She was sure that if Santana were to yell some insult at her, she'd just flip and whack that girl in the face. She definitely deserved it. Every time she opened her mouth, she was practically begging to be hit. Every word Santana uttered was grating and irritating. Every sentence that came out of her mouth was rude, obnoxious and just plain offensive. So, really, no one could ever blame anyone for roundhouse kicking that girl in the face; in fact, if Quinn ever saw someone doing that to Santana, instead of making sure she was okay, she'd probably pat the person who attacked Santana on the back and send them a bunch of flowers for finally doing something she had to for years. You're asking; if Quinn wanted to do it so much, why didn't she? Oh, she would've loved to. She would've relished in the fact that she just attacked, and probably hurt, 'Miss Lima Heights Adjacent'. But they were 'friends', according to everyone. Um, no. Just because they joined the Cheerios together, does not make them BFFs. That was Santana and Brittany. Sometimes Quinn wondered how Britt could stand someone like Santana. Granted, Santana never once insulted Brittany. But surely the other cheerleader would eventually grow tired of Santana putting other people down? Obviously not; they were still joined at the hip (or rather, joined at the pinky finger).
Quinn walked to her first lesson, praying that Rachel wasn't in it. She sat down at the front, pushing her bag under her chair. Pretty much everyone was already there. She breathed out a sigh of relief, settling back in her chair, thinking that Rachel was in another class. Oh, how wrong she was. Because, right at that moment, the small brunette wandered in, looking around the classroom, a slightly terrified look on her face. She spotted Quinn at the front, who immediately blushed and ducked her head. She heard the scraping of the chair next to her and quickly composed herself. The blonde looked up, smiling timidly at Rachel, who returned it.
This was going to be a long lesson.
