Monday morning was hectic. Quinn's alarm clock didn't go off and her shower's water just would not warm up. She stood in front of her closet looking for something to wear for school. This would be her first day back with her new look and she had to look flawless. Like that wasn't going to happen, anyway.

Knowing her school and their incompetence she could get away with almost anything she wore. Scratch that – she could get away with any piece of wardrobe as long as she wasn't only wearing knee socks and heels. She stood there for 10 minutes and couldn't decide for the life of her. She had to wear something sexy, but not over the top. Something that would give her a glow of superiority, but something that gave her a laid back edge, as well. Just because she was back to golden locks didn't mean she wanted people to forget she had been a Skank. She also had to make sure the outfit was appropriate for work. She just didn't have time to go home, change, grab a bite to eat, and then go to the bank. It just wasn't possible to do, to her standards, in 45 minutes. Quinn Fabray was never late. Which reminded her, she had 15 minutes to get to school and she wasn't even dressed yet.

Shit.

Finally, after much debacle, she pulled out a medium-length black dress that had cut out black-lace floral designs on top and some 3-inch, also black, heels. She had it from when she was a child, when it was way too big on her. Now that she looks back on it, Quinn believes that she was told to wear it to a funeral. She looks at the dress and it seemed too cheery for a funeral. Knowing Quinn's father he probably didn't like the family and decided to dress as if attending a party.

The dress now fit perfectly and wasn't at all childish looking. How her parents thought putting her in a dress like that at age 12 would help their image was beyond her. She slipped it on over her head and stood in front of the mirror.

Great, now she had to figure out what to do with her hair, and she only had 7 minutes left.

Quinn walked through the doors of McKinley High feeling spectacular. She hadn't felt this good walking into WMHS in… well… ever. She didn't have a clue why, though. Maybe it was something in the air, or the new way she was dressing, or how she made it to school with a minute to spare. Or the way she just wasn't trying to prove anything. She wasn't trying to be the head cheerleader, or the new badass punk. She was sort of just being Quinn.

Yes, she was still acting like she had money. Even though, everyone pretty much knew her family went broke. But, today, when she walked into that building, people looked at her differently. This time it wasn't in fear or even in curiosity. It was it a simple way. In a way that made her feel noticed, but not judged; like they were accepting her.

Splash!

Quinn gasped in shock at the chill that ran down her spine and stung her eyes.

What the hell!

"Haha! How's it feel, broke-ass loser?"

Quinn didn't recognize the voice. She had yet to open her eyes because of the stinging. Her mouth was still hanging open and her voice was failing to work.

"You're one of us now! It doesn't feel good, huh? Think you can just stroll in here with a new hair-do every 3 months and change you personality over and over? Just because you look different doesn't mean you have power over anything, anymore!"

Finally coming to her senses, Quinn wiped her eyes with her hands and looked to see who her offender was. She jumped with shock. It wasn't a jock or a cheerleader. He was a nobody. She squinted thorough her throbbing eyes and tried to think back and remember who he was.

She gasped in realization. It was the last kid she had ever slushied. He was a member of the chess club and president of the debate team. Comeback to get revenge. Quinn had been egged on by her fellow Cheerios and walked up to him one day with a grape slushy – the worst kind.

"Hey, Mr. Chess Club!"

Quinn pushed the slushy cup towards the boy and the contents went flying. They splattered him in the face – already starting to stain. The look of hurt of the boy's face made her stomach drop. She looked on in great pain, but managed to muster up a laugh in the sake of her image.

She looked more closely at the boy. She usually would have walked off by now, but something about him was making her stand there watching him. She examined every creased line of him forehead and the redness that puffed up around his eyes. The way he started to shake from the cold and purple ice start to drip off of him and collide and mesh with the puddle below. The way he slowly rose his hands, and wiped the area around his eyes. The way he carefully opened his eyes, and made his way to look straight into her eyes with such hatred, she actually flinched.

"I'm so sor-" She desperately wanted to apologize, but the words got caught in her throat. Her 'friends' came up behind her, still laughing and patted her on the shoulders. That knocked her out of her gaze and with a final glace at the boy she walked off.

Her image wouldn't stop her now.

"I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to harm you, like that. It's just that…" Quinn sighed as she tried to find the right words. Something told her they wouldn't be finding their way out her mouth.

"Oh shut it, Fabray. Your apologies and smiles won't get you anywhere. We all know how you are. You're just going to manipulate us all into thinking you're this perfect little princess now and don't want to cause any trouble and then BAM! You're gonna go and throw a slushy in all of our faces."

She looked at him a creased her brow. Does sound like something I would do…

After a second of silence he went on again.

"We all know that you hate every person here. You're broke now and you have nothing to keep you on top. No Cheerios, no money, no fancy clothes. Face it. You're just like one of us now."

"Well, I'm not denying that."

That shut the boy up. He most definitely wasn't expecting that.

"What the hell do you mean, 'I'm not denying that.' You're Quinn Fabray, you should be killing me by now. At least yelling at me about how you'll always be better than me. How I mean nothing and you'll be on top again soon!"

The words stung Quinn and she grimaced. "You have to believe me. I'm not who I was last year or even the beginning of this year. I'm making up for my mistakes."

He speculated that for a quick second and said, "Like I said, you are trying to manipulate me into thinking that you're different. You'll use your power of an evil glare and raised eyebrow just to scare me off. You're a horrible human being, that doesn't deserve anything. So really, tell me, Ms. Quinn Fabray, all mighty, why the hell I should forgive you - of all people!"

Quinn looked down at the floor with her still stinging eyes. "You shouldn't." She said quietly.

He looked shocked and like he wanted to say something else, but Quinn cut him off.

"Don't worry about the slushy, okay? Not that you probably even are, I mean, I more than deserved it. I've treated the people at this school like shit, and I blame no one else but myself. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done to you and the whole school," She glanced around the hallway and noticed everyone had stopped and was staring directly at the unbelievable scene folding out in front of them. "All of you, I want you to know, I take full responsibility for every slushy thrown at you, every dumpster toss, every mocking name. I'm so, so, so, sorry." And with that, she gave a quick, sad smile and hurried off to the bathroom. The whole hallway watched her walk off with all of their mouths hanging open like a fish out of water and wondering how in the world the boy wasn't dead.

Someone in the sea of stunned students whispered, "Did Quinn Fabray just apologize?"

"Ugh!" Quinn stood in front of the bathroom mirror and scrubbed, and scrubbed. Of course he had to get her back with purple. The dang tint wasn't coming out of her skin. She waited too long. Stupid boy making her feel bad. She wondered if she could go back, act like nothing happened, and slushy him back for revenge.

No, Quinn. You are better than that now. Well, somewhat, considering you are planning to rob a bank.

She grabbed some paper towels and dabbed her face dry. Nope. Her skin was still a tint of dark purple. Suddenly, the bathroom door smashed open and someone was repeatedly cursing under her breath.

"This isn't good, this isn't good!" The girl said in a half-whisper. Quinn, wondering who it was, peeked around the small wall that blocked the view point of the door. Her eyes buldged out of her head because there stood Rachel Berry in the tightest dress she'd ever seen. Her eyes automatically scanned the small girl's body. From the bottom up, Rachel was the sexiest thing Quinn had ever had the pleasure of viewing. The girl also had 3-inch pumps on and her legs seemed to go on for miles.

How the hell is she so short when those legs seem to go on forever?

The dress fit snuggly around her bottom (which was facing Quinn) and carefully curved up Rachel's hips. It hugged Rachel's perfect figure and when Quinn's wandering eyes got up to Rachel's back, the smaller girl turned around. Shocked at what she saw, Quinn's eyes bulged out even further! The hem of Rachel's strapless dress had come undone and was falling off of her chest.

Oh God. No bra.

Just before her eyes could focus completely on the glorious sight, Rachel's hands flew to the falling fabric and held it up as she let out a surprised, yelp!

"Quinn! Oh my God! Why are you purple?"

Quinn smiled at the fact that Rachel was worrying about Quinn's grape face, instead of her dress that soon would be showing off too much of Rachel's gorgeous olive skin.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Quinn asked with a playful smirk.

No more scaring her off, Quinn. It's time to make things right.

Apparently Rachel didn't catch on the the playful part and said, "Really, Quinn, knowing you I thought you'd be the first to compliment me. This is so far off from my owl sweaters that you always seem to resent."

"First off, I wasn't not complimenting you; you look fantastic," Quinn hesitated before she added, "And I think your sweaters are cute."

Rachel was the one to raise an eyebrow this time and said with a tone of disbelief, "Really?"

Quinn turned away so she could hide her blush, even though she was pretty sure you couldn't see it under the stained skin, "Umm… yeah. They suit you. They're actually pretty adorable…." Before Rachel could formulate any response Quinn said, "Do you need any help?"

Seeming to remember why she had come to the bathroom, Rachel looked down at her dress. "Yeah."

Well, if that's not the most articulate thing I've ever heard Rachel Berry say.

Quinn walked over to Rachel and took a good look at the garment that was falling every which way. The hem was definitely the problem and the strings that had come undone were getting caught on the side zipper. It looked like Rachel had tried to pull down the zipper, thus making the string come further undone causing the threading to completely make one side of the bust fall apart.

"God, what did you do to this thing?" Quinn asked, "And you still haven't told me why you are wearing it."

"I was running down the hall to my class because I was late. I ran into somebody and I suppose the thread got caught to his bag. As I was running the thread continued to unlace itself, making the front of the dress fall off. I ran to hide and ended up in the janitor's closet. When I determined it was safe to go back out in the hallway without being seen, I ran to my locker and grabbed my 'Emergency Slushy Kit' – which actually I think you need, instead of me – and started to run here. But then I tripped in my hurry and everything flew everywhere. I was unaware I had one of my protein shakes in my bag and it exploded when I fell. So my emergency clothes, and the dress, acquired a dark stain." Quinn hadn't even noticed the stain. She was too involved at staring at Rachel's ass. Though, she'd never admit to it. "So I ran here because the bell was about to ring and I didn't want to have my breast falling out in the middle of the hallway. Which, you know, would not be optimal because of all the dang perverts at this school." Quinn blushed and turned around at the word pervert, since she was pretty much ogling her a second ago.

Rachel took a deep breath and looked at Quinn waiting for a rude comment or something about how her coordination is totally off and she rambles way too much.

God, her rambling is adorable, too. Oh, she's looking at me. I should probably say something.

"Well isn't this the most unfortunate series of events. I, myself, got slushied this morning. I spent, forever, trying to pick out what to wear, too!" Quinn huffed and added, "I don't have any extra clothes and it seems, now, that neither do you. Do you want to come over and try to get some clothes that we can wear. I'll drive. I know how you are about your attendance record so we would come back to school, of course," Quinn smirked and said, "And then, maybe, you'd tell me why you were wearing that stunning dress at this hideous school."

Rachel pondered this for a moment and replied, "Okay. But, you'll have to tell me why you were slushied and why there isn't an ambulance in the school parking lot right now doing CPR on a student."

AN: I would of continued, but I got tired of writing, haha. As always it would be awesome if you could review for me, and tell me what you think! Thank you for reading!