High school being as it is, rumors of how Finn tried to grope Rachel spread through the school like wildfire. Before Quinn could even leave Rachel's English class half the school already knew, all through the wonders of texting. The cheerleader felt exceptionally accomplished as she roamed the halls watching students huddled together muttering things about the quarterback. Not only did she find out that her boyfriend was a lying, cheating scumbag, but she also made him out to be the school's biggest pervert.

She continues towards Rachel's locker with the sound of laughter filling the halls. A few of the upperclassmen give her approving gestures. The irony isn't lost on her. It had taken all of her freshman year to gain their acceptance, but as Rachel all it took was a slap to one Finn Hudson. But then something hit her; Rachel's reaction.

The singer's crush on the oafish brute would likely cloud her judgment on the issue, not to mention that Finn didn't actually try to grab her. And a worst case scenario would involve Rachel believing that Quinn was taking advantage of their current situation. Immediately she changes course and heads off towards her own locker. Hurriedly, the cheerleader rounds a corner only bump into Jewfro. Just great, she thought.

"Rachel, I was hoping to find you." Quinn takes a step back, in an effort to stop herself from kneeing him in the gut. The Cheerio is feeling exceptionally violent after her interaction with her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. "I thought that since I helped you out that you could give me a reward. Maybe a kiss," he suggests.

"Ew!" she exclaims, shoving him into a locker. "Never in a million years! Not even if you were the last boy on the planet!" Because obviously Quinn would choose a girl over a boy anytime. "Now stay away from me before I place a restraining order on you!" She marches away, her head held high as others looked on.

Quinn feels uneasiness in her stomach at the thought that Rachel attracted such creepers. But then again those creepers would include her considering what had transpired in the restroom earlier. And her actions were technically worse than what they had done… But who gives a fuck, seeing Rachel fuck herself in the mirror was the hottest thing that Quinn had ever seen. And she was planning to tell the diva about it… eventually... maybe... some day.

She reaches her locker and looks around. No sign of Rachel. Quinn grumbles and waits there for a minute or so. Her foot begins to tap against the floor as she checks the time. Impatiently, she spins around and begins working on her lock. If she saw what was left in her locker she'd at least be able to tell if she was waiting around for nothing. Quinn gets no further than the first spin before she hears someone calling her, or calling Rachel to be more specific.

"What the hell are you doing dwarf?"

"Oh, hey San," she greets, backing away from her locker. She's glad to see her best friend for the first time that day. But upon seeing the not-so friendly face the raven haired girl had on, Quinn remembers that she probably shouldn't be so happy to see her right now.

"I asked you a question troll, now what were you doing to Q's locker?"

"Back off Santana, I'm having a really difficult day."

"Ooh, look whose showing some balls. Guess you really are a tranny." Quinn's eyes become fiery at the insult she had once used on Rachel. The cheerleader knows quite well that the diva was nothing but woman, and a very sexy one at that. Girl was a fucking sex goddess, in Quinn's mind; one that she would solely worship if she wasn't already a devout Christian.

She clenches her fists. It wouldn't be the first time that Quinn had some sort of physical altercation with Santana. Though those were far tamer and were under very different circumstances. The Latina's lips form a cocky, amused smile. Her eyes dart down to Quinn's fists then up to her face, daring her to go for it.

Santana would be in for a rude surprise if Quinn decided to go for it, but she couldn't. Rachel wouldn't have hit her, and the cheerleader wasn't even sure if Rachel had it in her to be violent. Her fists loosened. Santana smirks triumphantly.

"Thought so."

Quinn walks away, making a mental note to have a talk with Santana after all of this was over. She checks the time and is disappointed to find that she didn't have enough time to go to her own class, talk to Rachel, and then make it back to Rachel's class. She'd have to settle for lunch and if she couldn't catch her there, then she'd have to wait until the periods after lunch, which they thankfully shared.

Meanwhile…

Rachel is busily rehearsing in her head after her dreadful performance in Quinn's Spanish class. Santana must have seen through her, although the raven haired girl had attributed her strange behavior to some sort of illness. But be that as it may the diva knows that she'd have to put in her all if she were to keep up this act.

It was just like all those roles that she had auditioned for in the Lima Community Theatre. Only this was real life and had far harsher penalties for failure. She had to think like Quinn; she had to be Quinn. If she fell short of emulating the blonde cheerleader she'd suffer the consequences. What those were, she didn't even want to imagine.

She had to be mean, bossy, graceful, beautiful, sexy, and be a good, possessive girlfriend to Finn. Sounded simple enough, although the diva isn't sure how she'd pull off sexy. Rachel thought back to memories of Quinn.

Quinn in her Cheerios uniform, hips swaying, the pleats of her skirt flying about. Quinn during practices, lying on the grass, pulling her leg towards her, stretching. Another Cheerio, always the same brunette, would come by soon after and place her weight on Quinn's leg, aiding the head cheerleader. The other girl would be hovering inches above Quinn, and from Rachel's spot in bleachers where she'd watch Cheerios practice, she always wondered if they would kiss.

She whimpers audibly in the hall at the thought. No one seems to notice and her mind drifts on. The other Cheerio would press forward, closing the gap between her and Quinn. She'd lick her lips and then take that leap and attach them to the blondes. Quinn would dig her fingers in brown hair and pull the nameless Cheerio closer, causing her to moan. Her tongue would enter the other girl's mouth and battle hers for dominance as she flipped them over.

Because Rachel well knew that Quinn would be a top, a fucking hot one at that. She'd detach their lips so she could remove the brunette's Cheerio top and lick her lips at the sight of perky breasts that where only hidden behind a black lace bra. The blonde would quickly discard of the garment and attach her lips to one of her breasts cupping the other with her hand.

She'd moan at the taste of her bare skin, nipping and sucking on her nipple. The brunette Cheerio would arch into her mouth and hand, which would be softly caressing her boob. Quinn would pull back to admire her work. The nameless Cheerio would be whimpering and panting uncontrollably beneath her. The blonde would smirk before reattaching her lips in the girl's breast. She'd flick the girl's nipple with her tongue, eliciting delicious sounds from the smaller girl.

Quinn would lightly bite down on the hardened nub causing the brunette to let out a high pitched "Fuck!" The blonde would relinquish her hold and begin trailing kisses down her abdomen, her hand still fondling the girl's breast. Her lips would touch every expanse of skin as she traveled down to her Cheerios skirt.

The brunette cheerleader would lift her hips as Quinn rid her of the offending garment along with her spanks and panties, leaving her bare. The blonde would run her fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness. She'd bring her hand up to her mouth and at a torturously seductive pace would individually lick each finger clean of her juices.

The impatience for release would force the other girl to reach down to play with her clit, but Quinn would have none of that. She'd stop her before her hands reached their destination and then bend forward. Slowly she'd lap at her folds, teasing her until she begged for the chance to cum. She'd let go of her hands, which would then thread through her golden locks, pushing her closer.

The blonde would smirk into her, grab her hips, and without warning thrust her tongue into her pussy. The other cheerleader would shriek at the unexpected, but welcome intrusion. She'd buck her hips into Quinn's face as her hands kept her in place. "Fuck Yes Quinn!" she'd moan as the blonde traced figure eights inside her, getting her closer and closer to climax. The canting of her hips would grow frantic, desperate and lose all rhythm.

The blonde bring a hand up to furiously rub the brunette's clit, sending her over the edge. With a scream of "Quinn!" she'd come undone. The Head Cheerio would continue to lap at her pussy and gently stroke her clit to help her ride out her orgasm. Quinn would pull back and take in the sight. Eyes closed, labored breathing, chest heaving and her pussy fully abused. She'd dive back in, licking her cleaning, drinking up every last drop of her cum, moaning at the taste.

"Oh my," Rachel breathes out. She now feels very uncomfortable and decides to stop thinking about a sexy Quinn. The diva is certain that she might spontaneously combust if she thought of another erotic image like that. And it didn't help things that, in her current predicament, she could potentially make that odd fantasy a reality.

Rachel makes a mental note to add 'Football Field Sex' onto her list.

She enters Quinn's fourth period and takes a seat next to Brittany and behind Mike. "Hello Brittany, Michael," she greets, offering then a small wave. She kind of knew both of them from Glee, and was quite surprised when they had joined. Brittany especially, considering that she was best friends with Quinn and Santana.

"Hey Quinn," Mike replies, slight confused about being referred to by his full first name.

"Hey Q, have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"About your boyfriend?"

"Finn?"

"Yeah, he… Tell her Mike," the blonde says, reaching out for his seat and trying to spin him around.

"No way! I'm not getting involved in this!" he answers, keeping his chair turned towards the front of class. A reasonable decision, Rachel thinks. One thing she learned from Glee is that it is very hard to say no to Brittany whenever you look her in the eye. But right now she's too curious to let him avoid the question. She aids Brittany in getting him to face them.

"What is it?" she pleads, in a very un-Quinn way. Yeah she totally needed to work on her Quinn imitation. The Asian boy groans in frustration at being forced into a corner.

"Fine," he relents, gaining smiles from Rachel and Brittany. "But you didn't hear this from me, okay?" Rachel fervently nods her head. "And you're probably not going to like this," Rachel slowly nods her understanding, feeling bad for Quinn. She takes note to inform her of this after. "And this has actually been spreading around school; I don't know why you haven't heard about it already," he goes on.

"Just tell me already!" Rachel orders.

"Okay, okay," Mike tosses his hands up defensively. "I heard people talking," he explains. "And I'm not sure about anything, cause you know how rumors go, but I heard that Finn…" he trails off, mumbling the last part. Rachel hits him on the arm. "Ow!" He starts rubbing the spot she hit, even though it was just a light tap. "Fine… He, according to what I heard, tried to…" he's about to trial off once more, but Rachel raises her fist, "force himself on Rachel."

"HE WHAT?" Rachel screams.