The Assignment

Chapter 4: Ex-Cheerio Thoughts

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me... (But I would definitely keep Puck tied up in my closet…)

Santana Lopez

I don't have time for this stupid club anymore.

Oh, who am I kidding. Without the Cheerios, I've got nothing but time. No Sue to push me around like a ragdoll. No losers to terrorize. No Puck to distract me. No sweet lady kisses from my Brittany...well, not as often at least. Ever since she started seeing that roller-geek, I've been left in the dust.

I'm bored.

It's not a good thing when I'm bored. I end up getting...creative. Last time I was bored Brittany and I struck up a little friends-with-benefits situation.

Idle hands are a devil's plaything.

Where, oh, where will my boredom take me this time. Let's see...I've broken Rachel and Finn up by spilling the beans about Finn (awful in bed, by the way...). I've spied, lied, cheated and definitely aced my last math test (thank you, short skirt). I could do something nice, I guess.

Nah.

You know who really gets to me? Quinn Fabray. I thought I understood.

You see, Rachel is a freak, Finn is a doofus, Artie is a dork, Brittany is a space cadet, Mercedes is black (What? She IS!), Tina is a weirdo, Mike needs to come out of the closet (No straight man moves that well...) Mr. Schuester needs to stop shopping at Vests-R-Us, Puck is a hoodlum... I'll even take the cake at being the token 'slut.'

But Quinn? She is a real piece of work, that one. She tries to be this cute little blonde all-American girl when she's really just a lying, cheating...well...whore. I know, I know. I'm calling the kettle black, but at least I KNOW I'm a slut, I embrace it. She just cheats on that beautiful little weirdo, Sam, and she lies about it. If it were me, I'd be like 'Yeah, Sam, I'm playin' tonsil hockey with the Jolly Green Giant, what of it? Get over it or join.'

But no. "I didn't kiss him, I saved his life." Saint Quinn, patron saint of hooking. What a joke.

I did a bad thing, by the way. I told Sam that she was lying and I think I even saw a little light bulb flash over that dumb little head of his (little compared to those fish lips, anyway). Ha, look at him over there, eyeing her like he wants to take her head off... good, it's working. She doesn't need him anyway. Why does she get two men when I don't get any? Every since Puck refused to reimburse me for my necklace I've been feeling a little...dumpy. This body was expensive! I will not let it waste away!

So that's what' I'm going to do. I'm going to whisk sweet little Sam into the sunset. I think the look on Quinn's face while I'm all over his would be just priceless. Especially since Quinn is too dumb to see that it's just a matter of time before the big oaf that is Finn gets back together with little miss pitch-pipe Rachel.

I open my strip of paper. Oh, Mr. Schue. You must just love the drama of it all.

Sam

Please, Quinn. Your days are numbered. You're damaged goods.


Brittany Pierce

I wonder if the rainbow really tastes like skittles like those commercials say…

That would be sweet.


Quinn Fabray

Oops, I did it again. Why, why, why do I always do this? I just don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

I guess it's all about having what I can't have…or who. Finn was so hot when he pulled the team together. Showed he had some real cajones. That's one of the reasons why I cheated on him with Noah; Noah had some real balls. Finn on the other hand…

Poor Sam. Deep down, I know I do feel bad about lying to him. But like I said…I really don't know what I'm doing anymore, or why for that matter. Sam and I were perfect! Sure, he's a bit of a dork, and his impressions go way over my head, but he was sweet. I needed sweet.

Then Finn broke up with Star-zilla and I just couldn't stand knowing he was available. Especially after everything we've shared. He really was my first love until Puck and Rachel came along. Those two really deserve each other. She must really like my sloppy seconds. Oh I just loved stealing her solo at sectionals.

I know I seem evil, okay! But I'm really not. I just really don't know who I am. Popularity came so easy to me and now…I'm back to being nobody again. Why is my life on a constant cycle? Am I doing something wrong since the universe seems to LOVE putting me on repeat?

The worst is knowing that Santana is sneaking around behind my back. I have a spidey-sense whenever she is up to no good, and that look in her eye and that smile for Sam is just a dead giveaway. I really thought she was my friend, but I'm finding more and more that we are at war. She slept with Finn, which, whether or not we were together totally breaks the best friend code. She slept with Puck. She sleeps with everyone, it seems. And now I can see that no one is safe…not even my sweet Sam.

I find myself wishing, hoping, praying that Mr. Schue gives me his name, just so I can serenade him and make everything all better. I need to apologize. I need to tell him the truth…I really should have learned my lesson after last year. To be honest, it's a wonder Finn even talks to me after lying to him about something so huge…especially after his family took me in when no one else would.

And maybe I should give Rachel a little more credit, even if she IS a music Nazi. I almost feel sorry for her, always ending up with my scraps…but mostly…I feel bad that I ruined Finn so badly that her little slip-up with Puckerman caused such a vast overreaction from him…I must have really did a number on him.

Maybe, if people took the time to get to know who I really am they would see something more than a liar. Maybe I'm insecure, too. Maybe I have my own demons. Maybe I have to look in the mirror every day knowing that I couldn't keep something that I wanted to so badly. None of them have given life to something and handed it over to someone else…maybe I am messed up beyond belief.

And maybe I just screwed up one of the best things that could have happened to me all because Finn finally grew a pair and acted like a man. The truth is, Finn might like me, but I know he loves Rachel. And Sam actually likes me for ME…I can't throw that away just yet.

I open my slip from Mr. Schuester… interesting choice. Guess it's time to start fighting for what's mine.

To Be Continued…

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