"I want back on the Cheerios." I stood in front of Coach Sylvester, hands on my hips, as I glared down at the coach.
"I've been waiting for you to say that." Coach Sylvester beamed. "You belong on the Cheerios, Q. You're lost without me and my squad, and years in the future you're going to look back at the Thunderclaps and smile when you think about who you were, when you see the pictures of you in the tiny red and white uniform with your elegant blond hair tucked into it's rightful ponytail." Coach grinned as she reached down and retrieved a red and white uniform with the unmistakable C sewn into the back. "Good thing Becky and Sand Bags both quit as co-captains, since they couldn't stand to work with each other."
"Thanks, Coach." I turned and ran to the bathroom. I slid out of my white dress and pulled the uniform over my body. I zipped it up and then reached up, tucking my soft golden hair into it's ponytail. I turned, walking out of the bathroom. People stared as I walked down the hallway. Of course, this year I was going to be HBIC again, because I think last year it didn't work out because I was too nice.
"Q, are you Head Cheerio again?" a girl walked up to me. She was a girl who I tormented before my pregnancy, since she was dyslexic, and everyone hated her. I turned towards her, a sneer on my face. Last year when I was captain, I was determined to learn from my mistakes, and so I protected Charlotte from being tortured and helped her study. She looked confused at the look on my face.
"Yes?" I snarled.
"Um, can you help me?" She looked close to tears. "Karaofsky... he threw my books out the window!"
"And why do I care, retard?" I asked. I leaned over, grabbing the grape slushie that some cheerleader was holding as she walked down the hallway. My wrist snapped back, and then forward again, and the slushie flew out of the cup... and all over Charlotte. I giggled as she wiped the slushie out of her burning eyes, as the whole hallway exploded in laughter. At least fifteen other people in the hallway had slushies too, and they followed my example, throwing their icy beverages at her too.
Santana and Brittany waltzed up to me while Charlotte turned around, sobbing, running to the bathroom that I had just walked out of. Santana looked happy while Brittany looked confused, but that was nothing new.
"Nice one, Q." Santana gave me a high five. "I'm so excited that you're back in your rightful position. This year is going to rock!"
"Q, you called that girl a retard." Brittany frowned.
"Yeah, B, I did."
"Why? That wasn't very nice!"
"Because she is, Britt. Besides, people should know their place." Just then, I saw Finn. He was leaning against his locker, talking to that Barbara Streisand wannabee. She was dressed in a hideous outfit, and was giggling while twirling a piece of hair around her pinkie as they talked. I felt angry.
"I'll be right back," I told my friends. I watched as Rachel waved goodbye, and then ran away from Finn to go annoy Kurt. I walked up to Finn. "Hey." I leaned against his locker.
"Hey, Quinn." Finn gave me a smile. "I see you're back on the Cheerios."
"Uh huh." I nodded, my frosted pink lips curling into a devious smile. "Finn, we should go out."
"What?"
"We'd be destined to win Prom King and Queen this year if you go out with me. We're the two most popular kids in the school, and the two hottest people in this school. Think of all we could have."
"No, Quinn. I've been down this road before, and I have no desire to make the same mistakes. I'm with Rachel, and that's how it's going to stay."
"But Finn! I know the past two times we dated I was all holier than thou' and didn't let you get past first base, but I'm different now! If you date me, you can get as far as you want."
Finn didn't even hesitate to turn me down again. "No, Quinn." I turned around and stomped away. This was not acceptable. If I wanted to be the most popular girl in the school, I had to have a boyfriend, and the next best thing after Finn was...
"Hey, MILF." Puck smirked at me as I leaned against his locker, dragging his eyes up my body from my tanned legs to my fresh face and blond hair.
"We need to go out."
"Baby Mama wants to get a shot at the Puckster, huh?"
"Don't push it," I hissed. "I'm only going with you because Finn won't leave Man Hands and I need a boyfriend to up my reputation."
"I should be offended by that. How far will you let me get?"
"All the way. But you have to promise to wear a condom this time."
"Fine." Puck smirked.
I lay on my bed that night with Puck, making out with him. His lips were firmly pressed to my pulse point, and I was moaning in pleasure at how good it felt. It felt like the first time we lay on my bed making out, but this time, I wasn't drunk and Puck wasn't dominating me. This time, I was sober and I was doing it because I wanted to, not because I felt fat and Finn had broken a date with me for Man Hands. "Can we do it?" Puck asked.
"Do you have a condom?"
"No, I didn't bring one from home."
"Well, we're having sex."
"But Quinn..."
"NO! I'm not risking the chance that I could get pregnant again." I sat up in bed, running my hands through my blond hair and twisting it back up into it's high, tight ponytail. "Oh yeah, speaking of..." I reached to my nightstand, picking up the phone extension my mother had installed into my room when I became Head Cheerio sophomore year. It was custom made, pink with red and white diamonds spelling out 'Cheerio Captain: Quinn Fabray.' I punched in the adoption agency and began to speak when the operator answered the phone.
"Hello, my name is Quinn Fabray, and I want my daughter back.
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