Quinn put her hands on her hips, her chin up as she strutted confidently down the hall. She didn't want anyone to know how fast her heart was was beating; how her stomach was doing flips at the thought of what she was about to do.

"Hi." She said simply as she walked through the doorway of the choir room.

Finn and Rachel were alone at the piano, running some warm ups. They were both surprised, and terrified, to see her.

"Quinn," Finn started backing away from the piano, as if distancing himself from it would make his presence in the choir room look more accidental. "What are you doing here?"

"You can stop the act, Finn," She smiled angelically. "I know you joined the Glee club. I'm not mad."

"Your not…?" He asked, his face contorting.

"No," Her heart skipped a beat as she consciously shifted her attention to Rachel. "In fact, I want to join too."

Finn blinked blankly at her. Rachel's jaw dropped slightly, trying hard to figure out if the blond was joking or not.

"I've always liked to sing," Quinn nodded. "And I realized that Finn is pretty great to do something he likes even if his friends don't approve of it."

Finn smiled gently, and stepped toward her, taking her in a hug. "I love you, Quinn…"

Rachel wasn't sold though, "You'll have to audition," She said snobbishly.

Quinn pulled away from Finn. She nodded at Rachel, to let her know she wasn't going to fight her. "I'll have something prepared for next week."

"You won't get to participate in our first assembly performance either. There's not time to train you."

Quinn just kept nodding. "No, I know. It's fine. There will be a lot of other performances."

At that point, Rachel was growing less skeptical. "I'll tell Mr. Shuester to expect your audition."

Finn grabbed Quinn again. "Hey. I'm proud of you." He kissed her on the top of the head.

But Quinn was watching Rachel, who was sitting herself back down at the piano. In all honesty, Rachel's opinion was the one that mattered.


Celibacy club wasn't Quinn's favorite after school event. The whole thing was sort of pointless. Honestly, it felt like she was the only virgin left on the cheerleading squad, and the cheerleading squad only showed up to the celibacy club because Santana made them. Quinn didn't actually care about her vow of chastity. It was more a show for her parents than for herself. She just wasn't comfortable with the idea of having sex with Finn.

She liked to be in charge, though. Being president meant that she got to be in control of the meetings. Well, she got to pretend to be in control. A lot of her discussion topics were suggested by Santana.

"It's all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing," The girls chanted in unison.

Santana shot Quinn a nod of approval, and Quinn forced a smile back. She knew there were a lot of things she could be doing to make the club more relevant. She would feel guilty putting "celibacy club" on her college applications when the name of the club was currently a bit misleading. She also knew that if she stopped listening to Santana, the club would lose all its members.

"I think it's time to get the boys in here," Quinn said, sick and tired of watching a group of girls show off their thighs. Sure, the cheerleaders had awesome legs; some better than others. Quinn assumed that she wasn't the only one getting distracted. The skin was so blatantly exposed.

The boys came in and the club got started on some bogus activity where the boys and girls grinded on opposite sides of the balloon and tried not to let it pop.

"Oh yeah…" Finn was grunting jokingly to her as they went at it. "Who knew static electricity could feel so good?"

"Finn, stop," Quinn mumbled, embarrassed to be seen with him.

Across the room, Santana and Puck's balloon popped. They let the remnants fall to the floor and started kissing right then and there. Finally, Quinn had had it.

"Really, Santana…?" She shouted.

Santana pulled away from Puck, shooting Quinn and even grin. "Calm your tits, Fabray. It's just a stupid balloon."

Quinn was suddenly intimidated. "Whatever," She tried to brush it off.

"I think we should all just stop fooling ourselves!" Santana cried out, throwing her hands in the air. "Raise your hand if you actually get something out of being here."

Quinn looked around frantically. Fortunately, about half of the girls raised their hands genuinely.

"Put your hands down, ladies," Santana sneered. "Boys, there's a little secret that none of them want you to know. They want sex just as much as you do. So go ahead and nail them. They'll thank you for it some day."

Quinn couldn't believe this was happening. She shot apologetic looks to the girls who had raised their hands. Why did Santana have to be so horrible?

"If that's how you feel, Santana. You can leave," Quinn spoke as calmly as she could, her voice shaking.

"Fine… I will," Santana smirked. "Who's with me?"

As she went for the door, half the girls and almost all the boys followed her. Quinn looked to her boyfriend for comfort, but he avoided eye contact. He was staying, but his face said it all. He wasn't on her side. Suddenly, she didn't feel much like leading a meeting anymore.

"The rest of you can go home too…" She said weakly.

The classroom cleared out completely, leaving the couple alone. Finn had started to gather up his things, fully prepared to leave.

"A little back up would've been nice," Quinn snapped at him.

Finn threw his back pack over his shoulder with a sigh. "I'm sorry, but I don't even know why we're doing this anymore."

"It's important to me!" Quinn cried.

"No, it's not," Finn rolled his eyes. "Look, I don't know what your problem is; if you're not attracted to me of if you don't like the way my breath smells, but every time we make out it's like you're begging for an excuse to stop. Half the time you won't even let me kiss you at the end of a date! Do you understand how bad that makes me feel?"

"Finn, stop…" That wasn't it. He was overreacting.

"No!" He flailed. "Quinn, I'm dying here. I just want to be able to show you I care about you, and you're basically telling me you never want to have sex with me. Don't tell me it's your Christian values. You drink and watch R-rated movies and do everything else you shouldn't do."

"I'm just not comfortable! This is different!" She told him for what felt like the hundredth time.

"You know, you're never going to make it in Glee club if you're such a prude," He snapped. "We're working on some pretty risqué dance moves. I doubt you'll even be able to handle them with your Christian values hanging over your head."

"What…?" That was the most ridiculous thing Quinn had ever heard.

Finn shook his head, a pained expression on his face. "Look, I'm going home." He told her. "Call me if you come up with a better excuse for why you don't want to touch me."


Twenty minutes later, Quinn was still sobbing in the girl's bathroom. He mom was coming to pick her up soon, at the time Celibacy club was supposed to get out, and all Quinn wanted was to be able to collect herself before then so her mother wouldn't pester her to figure out what was wrong.

She was beginning to buy it. She knew she shouldn't let what other people thought mess with her confidence, but she just couldn't help it. Maybe Finn was right, maybe there was something wrong with her.

"Hello…?" Quinn jumped at the unexpected knock on her door.

"Someone's in here," She choked inside the stall.

"Are you okay?" The other girl asked. "You sound like your having a panic attack and I know from experience that they are not to be taken lightly."

Quinn stood up, taking a deep breath, realizing that she had been embarrassing herself. "I'm fine,"

"Well, do you want to talk?"

Suddenly, Quinn realized whose voice was on the other side of the door. She realized she needed to reveal herself as well. Rachel was being far nicer than she should be. Quinn cautiously pushed open the door, and looked sadly at Rachel.

"Oh." Rachel said, tensing up a bit. "This is the ugliest I've ever seen you, Quinn."

Quinn couldn't help but laugh. Her nose bubbled and she scrambled for another bunch of toilet paper.

"What could possibly make the princess of McKinley so upset?" Rachel asked. Her tone was uncertain, and Quinn still didn't know how genuine her kindness was. "Did you chip a tooth on your silver spoon?"

Quinn shook her head, wiping her tears from her face. She couldn't confide in Rachel, not without setting things straight. "Rachel, I made a mistake online last week," She whimpered. "It was my friend's idea to comment on the video, and I guess I like, gave into peer pressure."

Rachel's brow furrowed. She looked concerned, almost. "Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I'm just that pathetic." Quinn cried. "I really, really, liked your song."

Rachel had to move past the hurt she'd felt initially. She had just been complimented by the prettiest girl in school. She felt herself trying to suppress a prideful smile.

"Just tell me, though, Rachel," Quinn begged. "What kind of sex dances are we going to be doing in Glee club that have Finn all riled up?"

Rachel laughed nervously. "What did you hear?"

Quinn shrugged. "Apparently he's concerned I won't be able to handle it."

Rachel sighed embarrassingly. "Maybe it's a bad idea. We're choreographing a secret number for the assembly. You can't tell Mr. Shuester, though. He still thinks we're doing disco."

"Are you planning on going behind his back?" Quinn asked in disbelief. "Rachel, you could get in so much trouble for that. Don't get Glee club cancelled before I even get a chance to audition!"

Rachel got a pleading look in her eye. "Look, if we don't do something accessible to the masses no one's going to join glee and we won't even be able to compete."

"Look," Quinn tried. "…Just don't do it. I don't want you…" She caught herself and remembered what she was supposed to care about. "…I don't want Finn to get in trouble. Just…stick with disco and I'll take care of recruitment, okay?"

Rachel smiled again, thrilled with how the other girl was throwing herself into Glee club now. "Okay…"

Quinn smiled awkwardly. She wiped her face one more time and started toward the bathroom door.

"…Is it Finn…?" Rachel asked as she was about to leave. Quinn turned around confused. "Did he make you cry?"

Quinn shrugged, suddenly not caring about her own problems. "Finn and I are fine…" She said, maybe not so convincingly.

"Oh okay," Rachel replied. "It's just that he seems like kind of a bumbling idiot."

Maybe Quinn was crazy, but she could've sworn Rachel winked at her.


"Believe me…I know," Santana sighed. "Quinn's been my girl since the moment she spontaneously materialized in Lima. She can be sort of a condescending idiot."

Finn nodded, taking another swig of his beer. He hadn't texted Quinn to tell her about the party at Brittany's house. He knew it wouldn't really be her scene, and really just needed some time away from her. He knew it was slightly weird to be drinking alone in the Pierce's guest room with her best friend, but Santana was his friend too, and they couldn't possibly have a conversation downstairs with all the noise Britt's guests were making.

Finn sighed. "Quinn thinks she's too good for me,"

"That's probably true," Santana mumbled, taking a sip of her own.

Finn laughed at her mean joke, and gave her a playful shove. "You know what I think, Satan?" He asked. "I think you're much too eager to watch this relationship fail."

"So what if I am?" She said proudly.

Finn was quiet for a few minutes. He finished off the second half of his beer and crushed the can in his bare hand. He couldn't think of anything to say for a while. His thoughts were jumbled. Finally, he spoke. "I thought it was really cool what you said in celibacy club…about girls wanting sex like…like guys want sex. That was cool."

"That was true!" Santana confirmed. "Your girlfriend's a minority!"

"Do you think I'm ugly?" He asked her.

Santana laughed cruelly, and for a second Finn thought he had his answer. But then, she started talking. "Look, Hudson. I used to think the only way I'd meet a guy like you was if I sold my cow for magic beans, climbed a magic beanstalk and tried to rob your castle in the sky. But like a rich, ugly, giant, you have a lot to offer. I have to admit. I'm kind of into you."

Finn raised his eyebrows. He suddenly wondered how many beers Santana had had. He suddenly wondered how many beers he'd had. "Whoa…" Quinn who?

"Oh, don't look so surprised," Santana said. "You're cute…kind of like the stay-puffed marshmallow man."

"Right…" Finn swallowed, wiping his sweaty palms on the palms of his jeans. He looked over at Santana. She was wearing this satin, low-cut top with her hair falling around her shoulders. She looked hotter than ever.

"And honestly…" Santana continued bluntly. "The only bad thing is that everything about you screams virgin. It's exhausting to look at you."

He frowned. What on earth was she implying? "Thanks…"

Suddenly, her hand was on his shoulder. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Catching on, he turned his head and caught her in a real kiss. Before he knew what he was doing, he and Santana were lying down on the bed, and Finn knew that he was about to score…


"Hey Q," Santana had a skip in her step as she walked up to her best friend outside the choir room that Monday, Brittany in tow. "What are you up to? Auditioning for glee club, per chance?"

Quinn tensed up. "Who told you?"

"Finn did of course," Santana grinned. Her secret empowered her. She knew she could save it for a rainy day. "At least, I think it was him. I don't know… I was pretty drunk…"

"There was a party at my house," Brittany said, unashamed. "I wanted to invite you, but I forgot."

Quinn nodded. "Yeah, I thought Glee would be fun for me and Finn to do together."

"Perfect," Santana grinned, cocking her head evilly. "I'm joining to."

"Oh…"

"In fact, Britt and I were saying it might be fun to audition together. What song are you singing? Say A Little Prayer?"

Now it was getting weird. "How did you guess?"

"Please Q; I know how you operate better than I know my own menstrual cycle. That's your go-to car song, and Britt and I have back up vocals down. What do you say? We'll follow your lead?"

Quinn was scared. If Santana was joining glee club, there had to be some sort of catch. Santana had never even apologized for what had happened the week before in Celibacy club. How could Quinn trust her?

At the same time, Quinn remembered the promise she'd made to Rachel. If Brittany and Santana joined Glee, the club would only be three members short of a competition team.

"Keep the performance simple," Quinn instructed them. "And please don't upstage me,"

"Honey," Santana smirked. "Would I ever do that?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow, finally sensing the irony in Santana's voice. "No. You wouldn't." She almost warned. "You're my best friend."

"Ladies," Mr. Shuester poked his head out of the choir room. "Come on in, let's see what you got."

And with that, Santana led the two blonds into the choir room.