A/N: Like I said in the summary, I'm going to need your guys' feedback if I'm meant to continue with this. Please read and review, thanks! Sorry, it's a short chapter.
9 days until the carnival.
The tension in the near empty choir room can be felt from a mile away, palpable with its intensity. Inside was a fuming giant, stomping his feet and sporting a rather large purple stained shirt. His face red with anger, steam practically coming out of his ears.
"I can't believe this!" He screams, kicking over a chair. "Why again? I mean, I'm still the captain of the damn team."
On the other side of the room, Quinn shakes her head. She always knew Finn had a horrible temper. They had run in here after her boyfriend got slushied the second time this year and was now attempting to calm him down.
"Finn, I know it sucks," she starts, "But you could imagine what others may feel like? The ones who get slushied everyday?" With that, her mind wanders to a certain brunette, her chest giving an unfamiliar ache of regret and guilt. Why are you such a softy, Fabray? Get it together. However, her words don't do anything to calm down her male counterpart.
"Well then, why can't they just leave me alone and torment the losers!" Finn exclaims throwing his hands up in the air. "People like Cortez or Simon or- or Rachel, for God's sake!"
With the mention of the brunette, Quinn tenses and attempts to control the rising anger she feels. After taking a long needed breath, she sees Finn with an expression that could only be described as if a light bulb has turned on in his head. Before she can question it, the rest of the Glee clubbers pile into the room.
Mike Chang enters first, "Dude, what happened here?" Similar questions were asked amongst the other students but by this time, Finn had already rounded the room to fix up the chairs, a weird smile on his face. Quinn, still confused on her part, takes her seat next to Brittany while the rest of the club settled.
Rachel Berry was the last person to walk in to the room, an occasion that only came rarely. Like magnets, the brunette's eyes pulled towards the blonde's hazel ones. The diva takes her seat in front of the room, efficiently breaking their connection.
"Hey, Jew Berry," greets Puck as he takes his seat behind her. The brunette turns to him and returns the greetings with a smile. She liked the mohawked boy to a certain extent, he could be nice enough and he no longer treated her as horrible.
The rest of the class period was spent by the club practicing their number, only getting about a third of the way done with the choreography.
"That was great, Brittany," addresses Rachel as the much taller blonde showed her potential moves for the lead singers. Brittany quickly gets up and beams at Rachel, showing her gratitude with a light squeal.
"Thanks!"
"Great job today, guys," calls Mr. Schuester from the front of the class. "We got quite a lot done so there's no need for an afterschool session. Go on to your next classes."
People quickly shuffled out of the room; Finn and Puck discussing football plays, Brittany and Santana linking pinkies, Quinn behind them and Rachel right beside her. They both share a reaction as their hands gently brush each other's, the blonde biting her lip and the brunette ducking her head to hid their blushes.
"You did well today, Berry," says Quinn quietly in the hallways as the pair made their way to the shared math class.
It takes a beat for the blonde's comment to sink in. Taking a deep breath, Rachel simply smiles and says equally as quiet, "Thanks, Quinn." They enter class and take their respective seats, a couple away from each other to which Rachel couldn't decided if it was a good or bad thing.
Throughout the class, she left her mind to wander about a certain blonde. She couldn't quite place when the shift in their relationship had started but she sure as hell was thankful for it.
At the end of the school day, Quinn was making her way down the hall to her locker when she catches Finn with a couple of his teammates in the corner. She notices the mischievous glint in his eyes as he whispered in the huddle of football players sans Puck. Out of the blonde's hearing range, the team discusses.
"For real?" Asks Azimio, straightening his posture slightly.
"Yeah, man."
"Well, I'm down," he replies, "But what are these guys gonna do?"
Finn mimics Azimio's stance and answers, "Just an addition to the audience is all." With that, he dismisses the team with a smirk ever present on his face and makes his way to his girlfriend.
"Hey," he greets, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Quinn tenses for a split second before replying and continuing to fiddle in her locker. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. But umm," she answers, "What were you and the boys talking about over there?"
"Where? When?" He questions.
"Over there," she points out, "With Azimio and whatever."
"Oh, right," Finn starts before shrugging, "Just some game play is all." He walks Quinn to her car and closes the door for her. "Wanna go to Breadstix later?"
"Errr," she fumbles while putting on her seatbelt, "Not tonight. You know, I've got homework and stuff, Finn."
He sports his boyish frown, "Oh, well okay. I'll just see you tomorrow then." He gives her a quick peck before walking to his own car.
After settling at home, Quinn takes her phone out to text her second in command.
Q: Hey, something is up with Finn.
S: What's Fetus Face up to now?
Q: I don't know! Him and his football friends were having some weird discussion type thing.
S: Hmmm. Well, I don't know what to tell you, Q. Guess we'll have to just wait to see what Finessa has in store for us, huh?
Q: Looks like it. Anyway, need to do some school stuff. Later.
Shutting away her phone, she proceeds to gather her belongings and starts her homework. Though as much as she tried to concentrate on calculus, her mind couldn't help wondering back and forth between her boyfriend and a her not-so-secret crush.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the length of this chapter. And don't worry you guys, I promise it's going to pick up its pace soon. PLEASE REVIEW.
