AN: Hello everyone! Sorry it's been a while since my last update. University and such has seemed to catch up with me. I loved reading your reviews! Feel free to leave more. =D

Before school the next morning, Quinn did her best to make sure she looked at least somewhat presentable. She wasn't going to to out of her way for Berry. Nothing like that. But she would at least put in a little effort. So instead of doing her hair the usual way she put a beanie on so that at least she wouldn't have to be pushing her hair out of eyes all day.

She got to first period on (barely) time for the first time in a long time just to make sure she got a seat behind Rachel. The brunette made it a point to ignore her as she slid quietly into the seat right behind her.

"Hey, Berry."

"Quinn," Rachel said stiffly, still looking forward.

Well there was the end of that conversation, Quinn thought as she leaned against the back of the chair. She tapped her pencil against her desk in frustration. Berry had literally said one word to her and she was already upset. Maybe this was going to be harder than she thought. In a stroke of genius, Quinn grabbed the pencil by both ends and snapped it in half.

"Berry," she said leaning forward so her head was over Rachel's shoulder, "Can I borrow a pencil?"

"You have a pencil," Rachel said finding her notes from the day before much more interesting than Quinn.

"No, I don't."

"You do. You were doing that annoying tapping against the desk. In an inconsistent count, might I add."

"That pencil broke. I need a new one."

"I have just the right number of spare pencils, Quinn. Pester someone else."

"I already did," Quinn lied, "Come on, Berry, it's a pencil. I'll give it back after class."

"Fine," Rachel said in a huff as she reached down into her bag to grab a pencil, "But don't break it and don't insist on continuing with your god awful tapping. If you're going to be annoying at least do it to a beat."

"Maybe you could teach me?" Quinn said with a smirk.

Rachel spun around in her chair, her brown eyes filled with fury.

"I already tried, Quinn. And you sexually assaulted me!"

Quinn turned red and looked around to see if any one had heard the brunette. Her eyes met Santana's across the room, eyebrow arched in intrigue letting the pink haired girl know she heard everything. Quinn turned away quickly and looked back at Rachel.

"Hey, keep it down, will you?" Quinn hissed.

"If you're going to do something at least own up to it," Rachel said, haughtily spinning around in her seat. Quinn growled in frustration.

"You still didn't give me that pencil, you know," Quinn said poking her shoulder.

"It would appear as if I was wrong about the number of pencils that I have. Please focus your queries elsewhere."

Quinn felt her ears burn and slouched in her chair. So much for romancing Berry. Class hadn't even started yet and she was already getting mad at her. Quinn felt her confidence dwindling when the teacher walked in and class began. She spent the rest of class staring at the back of Rachel's head and hoping that she would turn around.

Rachel practically ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell ended, leaving Quinn feeling like she needed a cigarette already. She went into the bathroom and dug a crinkled pack out of her backpack. She lit it up and took a deep breath of the harsh smoke, letting it fill her lungs. She didn't really like the taste but all the Skanks smoked them and she wasn't going to let them think she was a pussy. Plus in some strange way they did help her relax.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool tile that lined the walls of the girls bathroom, letting the smoke sink into her hair and clothes. Just as she brought the cigarette to her lips again she felt it being yanked away.

"Hey!"

Santana stood in front of her with a tight lipped smirk, the remnants of the cigarette under her shoe. Her arms were crossed tight across her chest.

"Listen, Q, I know you're going through some kind of badass lesbo phase but just listen to me."

"What are you-?"

"Shut it, I heard you and Man Hands conversing this morning."

"I was just asking her for a pencil," Quinn mumbled, mimicking the Cheerio's arms and crossing her chest.

"Bullshit," Santana said putting her hands on her hips, "Now answer me truthfully: Are you taking a stroll down the Treasure Trail or not?"

"No," Quinn scoffed, breaking eye contact.

"But you want to," the other girl said matter-of-factly.

"What makes you think that?"

"Seriously?" Santana said raising an eyebrow, "I can practically smell the golf course radiating off of you, it's like you bottled it and poured the whole bottle over yourself. And I'm sure your collection of plaid and Tegan and Sarah shirts you have hiding in your closet along with your 'L Word' DVD collection and Four Lokos stash are doing anything but proving your heterosexuality."

"I have none of that, Santana," Quinn said smartly, "Just because you're gay doesn't mean everyone else is."

She made to push past the taller girl but Santana stopped her, "Stop being a bitch and admit you have a lady boner for Berry."

"I don't!"

"That's too bad, because I could help you."

Quinn stopped and looked at her, "What?"

"Why so curious? I thought you were straight."

Quinn huffed and readjusted her backpack on her shoulder. "Fuck you, Santana," she said before turning and walking out the door. She stomped down the halls, pushing a Freshman out of the way as she went. Santana thought she was so smart but Quinn wasn't going to let the cheerleader get to her.

She walked out the side doors to get some fresh air before she wandered into her next class. She was already about five minutes late so it didn't really matter either way at this point. She sat on the hard cement step and the cold went straight through her jeans. She shivered reflexively and looked over at the planters next to the steps.

An idea floated into her head at that moment and no amount of shaking would make it go away. She sighed and scratched her head in frustration.

"Oh, fuck me," she said to herself before digging for her pocket knife. She opened up the scissors and looked over at the rose bush next to her. She almost got up and walked away, but Puck's words of romancing Rachel from the night before caused her to sigh and walk towards the bush