Disclamer: I do NOT own Glee or any characters other than Christina West. I only own my OCs and plots.
Christina stood at her locker, trying to get the gum out of her hair that Rachel had 'accidentally' stuck in it. She jumped when Puck came up next to her.
"So, I heard you already have the whole Glee club mad at you and you've only been here for a week." Really? Do we need to do this right now? Christina groaned.
"Not the whole club. Only part of it." She replied, as she yanked at the wad of pink.
Puck handed her a jar. "I heard peanut butter works."
She smiled. "Thanks." She went back to working on her hair.
"Quick question,"
"Shoot." Why can't she just look me in the eye? He thought.
"You aren't into Finn, are you? Because every girl in there wouldn't mind their shot and I was hoping you wouldn't be like them." Right after he said it, he wished he didn't. Christina was going to hate him after this moment.
She frowned and looked at him. "No, I'm not. He's nice, but I'm not in line."
"Great." He smiled. "See you later, pretty lady."
She grinned as he walked off. It felt nice having someone talk to her, especially after her poor treatment in Glee club. And it helped that he was cute. She laughed to herself. Christina turned to see Quinn staring at her. Crap. One more person who wants my head on a plate. And I thought Glee was about accepting others and trying to find a place you fit in.
"Hey, Quinn." She greet her as she walked up.
"You better watch your back." Quinn's face looked tired and annoyed.
"What?"
"Santana is going to kill you when she finds out you were talking to Puck." Quinn explained.
Christina wrinkled her eyebrows. "So what? Everyone hates me anyways. I stole Rachel's solo, and she thinks I'm stealing Finn. Mercedes' hates me because I got the song that she sung. And now Santana's going to be mad at me all because I talked to Puck. What's another person?"
"I'm just saying you should be careful. I don't want to see anymore people who come into Glee get hurt. It's supposed to help people feel accepted not tear them down." Christina was surprised when Quinn said exactly what she was thinking.
"You're not mad at me right?"
Quinn shook her head. "I'm not one who chooses fights."
"Thanks." Christina walked around Quinn to her next class.
