Author's Note: First I wanna say SORRY. Sorry I took so long. I find Quinn to be difficult, therefore it was short. But I felt the need to do her POV. And sorry, my grammar MIGHT be bad, but I'm pretty sure it's my typos. I'm just too lazy to fix them. My apologies. Haha. Anyway, right now I'm writing the fourth chapter. It may be up in a few mins, who knows. I have a feeling it will be short too, but I could be wrong. Enjoy, and thanks for the comments! Don't worry, I won't abandon this. :)

Episode One, Chapter Three

Quinn's POV

Justin Russo was one of the three new kids at school. I barely knew his younger brother, Max, and his younger sister, Alex, seems to be trouble. But Justin…he was good. Not like all the other guys out there. He's so sweet and caring. He treats the women like a gentleman should. He's as if he isn't from this century.

His looks are admirable as well. He dresses neat and decent. He doesn't let his hair go to a mess and doesn't keep a stupid Mohawk. He also has this face…that when you look at it, you feel safe and happy.

I never thought it was possible for a guy to be so perfect…. I would talk to Justin and have the best conversations with him. He makes me laugh and puts butterflies in my stomach. I don't think that's happened in a while.

I was waiting patiently in the Glee class for Justin to come in. He was late, and he told me he would be. He had tons of homework and studying to do, that he'd have to do it between classes.

So, as I waited I watched the others with their partner.

As always, Kurt was with Mercedes. I admired these two. They probably had the best friendship you could find in two people.

Finn was with Rachel, obviously. Although I was over Finn, there was something about the two of them that just grated my nerves.

Tina was with Mike. I didn't really know much about this two. They sort of kept to themselves.

Artie was with Alex, laughing. I overheard them make a pact a few days ago. Alex promised to keep Artie company during this class. So, even though Alex seems like a mess, she's true to her word. I was also happy that Artie was smiling again. Ever since Tina left him for Mike, he always seemed down.

Brittany was with Santana. I could kind of hear Santana's whispers. She was complaining about how Puck hasn't been over to her house in days because of his new interest in Alex. I felt the need to warn her about him, but she seemed very occupied with Artie.

Puck…he was by himself. He was sitting in the corner with next to a bear sitting on a box of chocolates. I giggled to myself. The great Puck had to resort to stuffed animals and candy.

"Quinn, I've given Justin ten minutes, I'm shutting the door," Mr. Schue said.

"He'll be here Mr. Schue, I know-"

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Schuester," Justin had panted as he ran through the doorway. "I had to catch up on some homework."

"It's fine, Justin. Take your seat."

Justin nodded and sat next to me. "Sorry I'm a bit sweaty. The classroom I was working in," he panted, "the air-conditioner was broken. Then I had to run here."

I smiled and said, "It's okay, Justin. At least you're here."

He smiled back at me. He teeth so perfect and white. I could've sworn he was sent from Heaven.

Nothing much happened in class, except Brittany sang Cherry Bomb.

"Brittany, that was amazing, but Joan Jett didn't sing Cherry Bomb," said Mr. Schue.

Brittany's face, well, appeared as usual. Without emotion. "I know."

"Then, why did you sing it?"

Her voice was monotone as she answered, "'Cause I'm a cha, cha, cha, cherry bomb." She sat back down.

After class, Justin nearly bolted out of the room, without saying anything to me. Luckily, I was able to catch up to me before he got to his car.

"Wait!" I called. "Where are you going?"

He turned around. "Sorry," he said. "I've just been really busy at home. Some stuff has some up and I need to take care of it."

I wasn't going to be nosy, so I just said, "I hope it clears up soon."

"Me too."

I nodded as I turned around and started walking to my own car. I did wonder what was wrong. If anything was wrong at all. As I made it to my car, Justin's little brother, Max, passed. He stopped and looked at me.

"Hey!" he called as he walked to me. "Your Heather, right?"

"Quinn."

"Awe, I was close," he said. "So, Heather. Justin talks about you a lot at home."

"Does he call me Heather?" I asked as I wondered where he got Heather from.

"No."

"Oh." I smiled. "So, he talks about me?"

"Oh, yeah, all the time. I feel like I know you!"

"Really? Any of it good?"

"Yeah, yeah. I feel like we're best friends!"

"Right." After what had happened to me in the past year, I tried not to judge people, but I couldn't help it. This kid was nuts.

"MAX!"

"Oh, that's Justin calling, he's in a rush to get home," said Max.

"Oh, yeah. Stuff at home."

"More like a mess," he said. "We're having trouble escaping the Wizard Patrol. Thanks to Alex, we're fugitives."

I couldn't moved. I felt like I was in the presence of a lunatic.

"Well, I better go!" He ran off.

"Wizard patrol," I whispered. "Alex?"

I got in my car and drove home. I didn't know what to think of Max's imagination…or psychosis. But something strange was going on in that family. Although I know it was wrong, I had to figure out what the big bad secret was.

I doubt it had anything to do with wizards. Honestly. Wizards!