Rewritten to match my current style since I wrote this years ago. Sorry for any typos.


When Glee rehearsal began, Quinn's mood had completely deflated. She was still grumpy about Kurt purposely leaving her out of the conversation at lunch, still guilty about how many tots she ate, and still anticipating the next time Santana would confront her.

Quinn selected her seat in the upper corner, where she could be alone and also get a great view of Mercedes' seat at the front row to her left, while also being able to avoid Santana's gaze.

Sure enough, Rachel was singing 'My Heart Will Go On' for what felt like the millionth time. Quinn smirked, recalling the conversation she, Kurt, and Mercedes had at lunch where they poked fun at the brunette with the reindeer sweater. Mercedes was clearly over it, as she, Artie and Tina were talking among themselves as Rachel sang, quietly enough so they wouldn't get scolded. She could even hear Brittany groan, "Again?" Rachel shot her a glare and continued.

As she gazed around the room, she noticed Kurt was staring directly at her. Sadly, she had selected a seat behind Kurt, giving him direct access to her attention. Not what she wanted.

"I didn't realize you and Mercedes were such good friends," Kurt said, not out of jealousy, but suspicion. His lips were pursed as he raised an eyebrow at her, unsettling her deeply. The last thing she wanted right now what to deal with Kurt Hummel.

That's a weird way to start a conversation Quinn rolled her eyes, debating over what to respond. Ever since she lost her power, it's been so much harder to make decisions. When a loser cut into her personal bubble back when she was on top, the world seemed to slow down and with the flick of her wrist her target would be begging for mercy.

"You better not be pretending to like her to make fun of her. I'd think you'd learn your lesson ever since you lost your crown," Kurt continued, "I know people like you belittle others to make themselves feel better, and I know that you are probably feeling like shit right now and would love to drag someone else down with you. And Mercedes is the perfect target, she's unpopular and a really kind person, and I'm sure you'd love to take advantage of that. If you want to attack anyone, don't make it her."

Kurt was right. Had she still been Head Cheerio, of course she would be dealing with her anger by attacking others. However, while she was on the bottom she still tried. That was why she put the Glist on Rachel's locker, so she would feel horrible about herself. When that hardly made her feel better, Quinn decided the best person to attack was herself. And that was what she had been doing.

Still, Quinn needed to rebuttal. "I'm not attacking anyone." Quinn hissed.

"Oh please. I remember when you and your team of Cheerio harpies pretended to be friends with that nice girl from band just so you could betray her trust and humiliate her in front of the entire school by letting her think she had been asked out by Puck." Kurt gritted his teeth.

That's what she deserved for flirting with Puck all the time, Quinn thought. She widened her eyes once the words entered her head. Maybe I haven't changed at all.

Quinn felt like she had been stabbed in the stomach and began to ache with guilt. As much as she wanted to hate Kurt, his anger was justified. Quinn was surprised even Mercedes trusted her. Well, at least Quinn hoped Mercedes trusted her. She at least trusted her with her first kiss, she knew that much.

"Well-"

"Quinn Fabray," Kurt bit, "You will not make a fool out of me. You are nasty and a liar, Don't think you can take your frustrations out by picking on others like you always do, because if your target is Mercedes, you will not get away with it." He shook his head at her slowly, his expression filled with disgust and disappointment, "You always do this. Just leave us alone."

"'Just leave us alone'"?" Quinn raised an eyebrow at him, "What does this have to do with you? I'll have you know that the bond between 'Cedes and I has strengthened. I'm not trying to hang out with you. You are not a part of this. So why don't you leave us alone?" Quinn froze after she said this, surprised she had even allowed herself to speak so much.

Kurt almost looked shocked at Quinn getting so worked up, but he quickly shook his head and regained his confidence. "Anything that has to do with Mercedes has to do with me," Kurt snapped.

"That didn't seem to be the case when you stood her up for pizza," Quinn couldn't help herself, needing to add that one last remark.

It was now Kurt's turn to raise an eyebrow at her, "How did you know that?" he inquired.

Quinn turned her head away from him, too annoyed to bother to respond, too busy thinking about Mercedes. She wondered if she thought the same thing Kurt did, that she was just wicked underneath and irredeemable.

Rachel's song was over, and nearly everyone politely clapped. Quinn kept her hands on her lap, still shaking from her confrontation with Kurt, feeling her cheeks turn red. She was appalled at herself. How did Kurt Hummel of all people get her worked up? Back when she was a Cheerio, he was about as threatening as a baby penguin. Well, back when she was a Cheerio she never even knew he existed. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

"Well," Rachel gave the group a glare, "Since everyone was rudely talking over my solo, I will be re-doing it again tomorrow, and will keep doing it until everyone gives me the attention I deserve."

Nearly everyone groaned, Quinn groaning comically loud just to get some aggression out. This earned her several weird looks.

Rachel crossed her arms, "Oh please, Quinn, my performance was better than anything you could ever do," While the remark normally wouldn't have bothered her, anger began to fester inside Quinn as she imagined shoving the Jewish girl into a locker, hard.

Not giving Quinn the chance to respond, Rachel continued, "Tomorrow, I expect a standing ovation as I perform the number again."

"Oh HELL to the no," Mercedes stood up, "That is not happening."

Quinn smirked at Mercedes' uproar, nodding in agreement.

Mr. Schue sighed, "Yeah, Rachel, I think we've heard that enough. Let's let some of the other kids try and sing something tomorrow."

The bell rang, and kids began to stand up and walk towards the door. Quinn stayed put, watching Rachel storm out and everyone follow after to get home. Well, everyone except Kurt, Santana and Brittany.

Brittany and Santana were whispering to each other in the corner, occasionally stealing glances at Quinn.

Kurt turned towards the blonde, his face wrinkled up in a glare, "You can't just expect trust. You have to earn it. And I'm sorry, but I just can't believe that you have changed just yet." He then grabbed his bag and walked out the door, leaving Quinn close to tears.

He was right, she decided, how could she possibly redeem herself of all she's done? She thought she was invincible with that Cheerio uniform on and that nothing she did would ever have any consequences. But not the uniform was off, and all her past sins were taunting her.

I might as well just kill myself after I have this baby, Quinn thought. Immediately after the words entered her head, she felt the sting from her knee and winced.

What am I doing?

She tried to remind herself that suicide was a sin, and that the Almighty Lord would condemn her for it. However, thinking about the almighty savior did not have the same effect it usually did. It was like she didn't care anymore. Quinn quickly slipped off her cross necklace, the one she'd worn all her life, and tossed it away from her.

Finally, after looking at Quinn one more time, Brittany skipped out of the room, leaving Quinn and Santana.

Santana walked up to Quinn, putting her hands on her hips, "Let's take a ride, shall we?"