Summary: Some things aren't supposed to be said just anywhere.
Chapter Title: Why couldn't we be more careful?
Spoilers: Season 2
Characters: Sam Evans, Quinn Fabray, Rachel Berry.
Pairings: Initial Sam/Quinn, Puck/Sam one-sided, eventual Rachel/Quinn.
"Hey sweetheart," said Quinn as she walked up to Sam and took his hand."We need to talk." She dragged him out of the canteen and away from is gawking football buddies, not stopping till they'd reached end of the corridor.
"Tell me Sam, are you stupid, or do you think I am?" she said, backing him up against the wall.
"What the hell are you going on about?"
"Judging by the fact that you're pretty much shaking, I think you know. I told you, didn't I? I told you to leave her alone, but no, you had to think that you're some sort of genius who'd come up with a secret plan to turn her against me."
"I'm not trying to turn her against you."
"Oh yeah? So you told her that I was planning to humiliate her because you wanted her to marry me, right?"
"No, I told her that so you wouldn't start making out with her in the middle of school," said Sam, shrugging off Quinn's hand. "Did you see the way you were looking at her? You could get a rainbow flag and stick it to your head and it'd still be less obvious."
"Not the point, you pressed lemon. Not the point."
"Not for you, maybe, but it's the only point for me," said Sam, lowering his voice as people started to swarm around, grabbing books and going to classes. "I can't talk about this right now, Quinn. I've got a class."
"But I've got a free period, and if you don't come with me I'll utilize it to advertise exactly how uninterested you are in sex with girls. You know, that thing about walking so slowly that you start to go backwards."
"Quinn!"
"You're not the only one who's a selfish ass, Evans. Library. Right now," said Quinn, not giving him a chance to respond before turning on her heel and walking off, with the satisfaction of hearing his shuffling footsteps behind her.
Quinn didn't really want to make Sam skip a period, because all said and done, she was very pro-education and fairly uptight about things like bunking classes. Well, she was actually fairly uptight about a lot of things, like not defacing walls with suspiciously detailed drawings of a certain someone who's suspicious naked details she couldn't possibly know unless she'd been ogling said someone, or maybe continuously dating people of the opposite gender just to prove that she wasn't gay, even though it clearly went against her feminist beliefs. Not to mention the sheer childishness of promise rings. Wasn't Quinn Fabray supposed to be sophisticated?
Anyway, the point being that she didn't want to take someone out of an educational experience for no reason, but given McKinley's record, she highly doubted it would be all that educational. He'd probably forget whatever he knew before. So really, she was sort of doing him a favor. Because dragging him to the library and murdering him with paper cuts was better than leaving him to lust over the not-so-hot English teacher, and the fairly hot but totally straight Noah Puckerman.
"Now, sit down and tell me exactly what you went and told Rachel."
"You don't know and you're this pissed off?... I told her that you needed to get back to the place you used to be in social circles, so you were just getting close to her to be able to humiliate her in front of the whole school later. And that I'd heard you boasting about it to some of your friends."
Quinn had to hand it to Sam - he didn't look nearly as afraid as most people would with the look she was shooting him right now.
"And what exactly did you hope to achieve by doing that, Blondie?"
"Quinn, I'm dumb, but it's not like my brain's not in my head or something. You're not going to back off her, I can see that. But even you can't chase after someone who refuses to even look at your face," said Sam, sitting back smugly.
"And you think I'll just sit there and let you do that?"
"Like you're gonna have a choice. Just give this up, Quinn," he said, leaning forward."We just have a few more years in this place. Then we're out of here, free to do whatever we want. Can't you wait?"
"Wait for what, Sam? Wait for my parents to ever accept me for who I am as opposed to what they want me to be. Wait for people to stop being ignorant and hateful and bigoted? Because then I'll wait till the time I die."
"Quinn, cut it out, okay? Just cut out all this idealistic bullshit that you've got going on. It's one thing to give me this little speech to make me feel guilty, and it's another to go out and do it. I did, and I know that all this stuff does nothing for you when people are beating the shit out of you for trying to be yourself."
"Sam-"
"No! Enough already. Don't you get that you won't be miraculously accepted? You're special Quinn, you are, but not that special. No one's gonna even look at you except to cover you with slushies, and the teachers aren't to bothered about bullying around here. Plus, when it gets to your parents, you'll be in so much trouble."
"Why the hell do you care?" asked Quinn."That's my problem, not yours." She'd spent almost all of her time thinking about the same things he was saying to her, and it wasn't as if she wasn't scared.
There were times when she'd wake up in the middle of the night trembling thinking of what would happen when her dirty little secret finally got out. But that had been happening for years now - the fear, the secretiveness and the endless repression - and she knew that she just couldn't handle it anymore. She was suffocating herself with what she had been doing for so many years, and it was getting harder and harder to keep up the act. The other day she'd been just watching TV with her mom when an overwhelming urge to say "I'm gay" came over her. She managed to come back to her senses in time, but it wasn't the first, nor would it be the last time that that'd happened.
"Because believe it or not, I do happen to care about you. I'm not gonna lie to you and say that I'm like crushing on you or something, but I do care about you. And you're all enthusiastic right now, but if you go and get a girlfriend... It's not gonna be pretty... Quit staring at me. I'm telling you the truth."
"You're trying to get Rachel to never look at me again because you 'care'. Really, Sam?"
"Never said that was the only reason. People will be all over me if you dump me for a girl," he said, leaning closer to her and looking around yet again to make sure that no one was in the vicinity."And 'round here, they can make anything out of... Well, anything."
"Sam, I... I'm sorry," said Quinn, looking into his astonished face."What you did to Rachel was unfair, but I supposed what I'm doing to you is unfair too... You know what, I promise I'll cut you out of this mess before doing anything even remotely connected to Rachel."
"That's not possible."
"Anything's possible. You just need my brains... Now, the only thing we need to do to keep you away from my problems, is to make it appear as if you were the one who got yourself out of them."
"Huh?" Quinn sighed as she saw his blank face, knowing that he hadn't registered a word she'd said. One of the side effects of hanging out with Rachel was that she'd forgotten to instantly dumb down all her statements to make them digestible for her supremely intelligent boyfriends.
"What I meant was that if you want everyone to think that we're done for good, and that anything I do has no connection with you, you'll have to be the one who breaks up our relationship. In a loud, public way, with lots of good reasons."
"And how's that going to help?"
"You really are clueless, aren't you? Sam, if we break up for a plausible reason that isn't your fault, then no one will even think to blame you if, and that's a big if, anything happens concerning me afterwards. In fact..."
"In fact what?" asked Sam, as Quinn's face lit up a little too brightly. He was slow, but even he'd figured out what that look meant.
"I've just had the most wonderful idea."
"Quinn..." he trailed off warningly.
"No, no. It's nothing bad. Well, not really," she said, flashing him her brightest grin. Not many people got around to seeing that grin; partially because it was very rare for her to let her guard down enough, but mainly because the scene would stop just before she came on screen. You rarely got to see any expression of hers except, of course, when she was with Finn. He had some sort of magnetic field that kept camera's glued to his hulking frame, so anyone around him was bound to be seen.
"Why do I not believe you?"
"Oh, don't be such a wimp. Listen up, Sammy. I am going to go and fawn all over my ex-boyfriend, and you need to perfect the act of the insanely jealous yet sickly sweet guy who'll do anything to stay with me, including believing my stupid, stupid excuses."
"How's that going to help?"
"Let me finish. Just have loud, worried arguments with me, and make sure pretty much everyone knows that I'm after Finn and you're heartbroken and confused. And then... Wait."
"For?"
"For the entire female population of McKinley High to sink their claws into you. You may not believe it, but they happen to think you're one of the hottest guys on campus. And also, the whole thing about whisking my boyfriend out from under my nose. They'll fawn over you, you pretend to love it, and we're all good."
"Quinn, can I just say I love you and I'll be your devoted slave for the rest of my life if this works."
"Oh, there's no if about it. But you need to apologize to Rachel first."
"What do I tell her? That I thought she'd steal my girlfriend?"
"Haha. Just make something up. Tell her you misunderstood what you'd heard. Or that you exaggerated a little... I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Um, okay."
And he did, after some brain-storming and Internet Agony Aunt advice. Rachel ended up baking Quinn a batch of I'm-sorry-I-doubted-you cookies, because trust was important, and everything was going so, so well now. The plan had gone of without a single hitch, because Finn really was too much of a selfish ass to discourage someone from cheating as long as he was the one who ended up thinking of the mailman, and they were lucky enough for Santana to have been the one to lay claim to Sam, making him immune to most things the school had to throw.
The gossip, the drama and the scandal were all coming together in perfect measure, and Quinn should really have been smart enough to understand that it was all a little too perfect to last. But she was a little too distracted trying to sneak glances up Rachel's indecently short skirts, making sure no one else got the privilege, and trying to fend off Finn's advances without being too obvious about it.
So when JewFro posted on his blog and it went viral, she was one of the many people staring at her computer screen with her jaw hanging open and her drink steadily dribbling down her chin.
"Glee Club's Big Gay Summer apparently isn't the only gay thing about it. Sources have confirmed that Quinn Fabray, McKinley High's re-instated(get the story at THIS link) HBIC(for how long?), is getting her rocks off with the new "Firework" of our school aka Manhands( a term said to have been invented by Ms. Fabray herself) aka Rachel Barbra Berry.
It seems that the pressure of celibacy is really a little too much for our ex-Cheerio Captain. First, she got herself knocked up(LINK) and now, she seems to be engaging in the various, detailed pornographic sex-acts she has carved on the walls of the Girl's Washroom. Is the other stick figure(with VERY inappropriate sticks) really Quinn Fabray? Were all her attempts to defeminize the decidedly curvaceous and not at all manly Ms. Berry just a way to make her more suitable wet dream material? What IS Ms. Fabray's wet-dream material? Read on to find out..."
"On a related note, yet ANOTHER(is it a trend? Click THIS link to vote Yes/No) member of the Glee(GAY) Club seems to be seeing the appeal of people with similar pink bits. A certain little birdie with very big lips came and whispered in my ear that the latest addition to McKinley's nude calender model club seems to be more interested in drooling over his fellow models than the people who actually buy the calendar!
That's right, my eager gossip-mongers. The poll(LINK) we ran earlier this year, debating whether the hunky sometimes-Quarter Back with abs that cut glass was batting for the other team, seems to be very, very accurate. 82% of you voted yes, and the rest should go shrivel up in a corner and cry at their detective skills. I told you he seemed a little too obsessed with his body(and probably those of others in his locker-room). Was he the gay-beard, or was she? Should the Justin-Beiber lesbian hairstyle have been a sign? Does he really cover his lips with pollen and stick his head into a beehive every week? Read on to find out..."
Wasn't that way too much fun? Short, I know, but I wanted to post this on it's own. I'm not sure when inspiration will strike me, but I'll try to update soon-ish. Pestering me with reviews always helps:)
T: Thank you:)
mnw: It wasn't, was it? Here's the update:)
The mention of Quinn getting no screen time was a bit off course, but I really hate that she's not shown in any scene, or properly in any song, except for with Finn. Well, review, suggest and keep me alive:)