Quinn's first period goes by flawlessly. And by flawlessly she means that she aces the pop Quiz within the first 30 seconds of class. Mr. Hadley, the history teacher, did not look amused.
Quinn always seats herself in the back of the class with Brittany and now that everyone is finishing up with the Quiz, Brittany chooses to speak up.
"Hey Q. San said you were having, like, super deja vu." Brittany chimes in as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Something like that." Quinn tells her carefully, wondering just how much Brittany actually knows.
"So this isn't you're 3rd monday in a row?" Brittany questions look at her fellow blonde in confusion.
"You believe me?" Quinn isn't sure why she is so surprised that Brittany believes her without further explanation. Or proof.
"Are you lying?" Brittany asks her, pulling out her binder, ready for todays lesson. Or rather, ready to doodle reenactments of the historical events that the teacher will be talking about. Brittany's notes are really incredible in that way. Sometimes Quinn borrows them to study from.
"No." Quinn tells her, also pulling out her notebook to write in. Though she really is tired of learning about Henry Ford and the assembly line.
"Why wouldn't I believe you? Don't worry I won't tell anyone." Brittany almost sing songs. Before Quinn can say anything else Mr. Hadley steps in and starts the lesson.
The difference with this monday is the addition of Brittany to their usual dynamic. Quinn had missed the bubbly blonde but now she wonders who Rachel will talk to during break. She specifically remembers Rachel and Brittany having some sort of heart to heart.
So when break comes along (Quinn advises Santana to skip the soda), The head cheerio can't help but ask Brittany.
"Hey Britt?" Quinn asks as they walk to the courtyard. Santana and Brittany are linked by their pinkies and all is right in the world. Their world, actually.
"Yeah?"
"Are you and Rachel friends?" Quinn asks her. Brittany's blue eyes brighten at the name (though it most likely had to do with the fact that the name came out of Quinn's mouth). Santana smirks at Quinn. She oozes smug. Probably loving the fact that she had been right all along about how Quinn felt for the Diva.
"Are Rachel Berry and me-" Brittany tries to clarify but Quinn interrupts. The girls take a seat at a table.
"Rachel and I" Quinn corrects automatically.
"You and Rachel are friends?" Brittany asks, though she doesn't look surprised by the fact that they are friends. She seems confused as to why Quinn didn't tell Brittany that she had feelings for the girl.
"No Quinn is just being a bitch. Are you and Berry-" Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn's pointed look. "Rachel." Santana corrects herself. "Are you and Rachel friends?"
"Yeah Rachel and I go to the same ballet class. She's really flexible." Brittany tells them. Santana seems to have bad timing, because for the second time that day, she does a spit take.
Santana opens her mouth to tease Quinn, but then it seems the Latina is lost in thought.
"Stop it." Quinn growls at her best friend.
"Stop what?" Santana shakes off the thoughts, looking suddenly sheepish. Quinn knows exactly where Santana's mind went. It's the same place her own went. And it may have to do with Rachel and her flexibility.
"Oh it's ok. I don't mind San." It seems even Brittany knows where Santana's mind went. "It's totally hot." Both Quinn and Santana are red in the face. One because she is embarrassed, the other because she is angry.
"OK." Santana clears her throat. "Why don't we get back on topic before Q blows a gasket."
Quinn really doesn't like how jealous she is getting. It's not like she and Rachel are even dating. In fact, It's not like she and Rachel are even anything to each other. She's never reacted this way. It makes her uncomfortable.
"Why do you want to know if Rachel and I are friends?" Brittany questions curiously. The blonde then lifts her hand and waves.
Both Santana and Quinn turn to look who she is waving it. Who should it be other than Rachel Berry?
"How have I never noticed you two are friends?" Santana asks, looking slightly disappointed in herself.
"Well we just started talking at school. We used to only talk in class." Brittany lets her know. Rachel smiles and waves back, but continues on, probably looking for someone in the glee club, though her eyes do linger on Quinn. They lock eyes and Rachel smile and nods at her.
"What was that?" Santana asks cheekily.
"That was a nod." Brittany grins widely.
"Did she really just nod at you?" Santana pokes Quinn in the side. Rachel ducks her head, smiling, with a slight blush tinging her cheeks pink.
"She gives good nods." Brittany notes.
"It's no big deal. I just helped her out this morning." Quinn tells them bashfully.
Before either girls can pry any more information from her, the bell rings, letting them know it is time to head to class.
"This isn't over." Santana warns her, before locking pinkies with Brittany and walking her girl to class.
And it wasn't over. English class came sooner than Quinn would like. Actually, it's a bit conflicting. She's excited because she knows Rachel will be in class and that the brunette is aware of her presence. She also dreaded it because she knows Santana is going to ask her questions she isn't sure she is ready to answer.
"So what was that nod?" Santana asks as she plops down into the chair next to Quinn.
"Are we assigned seats?" Quinn asks, she doesn't remember if her seat is assigned anymore. Every day everyone seats in their normal seat, but she doesn't remember if it's our of habit or because they are assigned.
"Does it matter?' Santana questions. She doesn't realize that this is going to give Quinn the courage to abandon her.
"Is this seat taken?" Quinn asks Rachel, startling the Diva slightly. Rachel looks up at her, unsure of what to say.
Quinn can vaguely hear Santana harshly whispering at her ("What? what are you doing? Q! Q, Get back here.")
"Lola usually sits here, but the seats aren't assigned." Rachel tells her, stumbling over her words slightly. Quinn pulls out the chair and looks at Rachel.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Quinn asks, Rachel is quick to make room for the blonde, shuffling her papers out of the way and pulling her backpack to her side.
"No, not at all." Quinn takes a seat next to her with a smile, she is about to open her mouth to start a conversation with Rachel when she hears someone clear their throat.
Both Quinn and Rachel turn around in their seats to see Santana. Only the Latina isn't looking at them. She's looking at the people sitting in the desk behind Quinn and Rachel expectantly.
"Move!" Santana instructs them as if it is obvious that clearing her throat meant for them to move.
The two girls quickly pick up their binders and backpacks and scurry away. Santana smirks slightly. Sometimes being in Glee club lowers her status in the hierarchy of high school. Quinn knows this better than anyone, so she knows exactly how her best friend feels.
"What?" Santana spits at Quinn when neither girl turn back around to face the front. Rachel takes this as a cue to face the white board, Quinn how ever looks at her friend inquisitively.
"You ditched me." Santana whispers harshly at Quinn in explanation. Though the head cheerio thinks it has more to do with the fact that her best friend wants to listen in on her conversation.
Quinn decides to ignore Santana and place her attention where she wants it to be: towards Rachel.
"So Rachel-" But before Quinn can get a word in, their teacher enters. Rachel smiles at Quinn sympathetically, but turns her attention to the front of the room like the respectable student she is.
Maybe Quinn can do something to change that. She rips a sheet of paper out of her binder and scribbles down a note.
Have you ever noticed how Howard always looks like she's just smelled something awful?
Quinn slides the note over to Rachel. The Diva side eyes the head cheerio. Then looks down and reads the note. Her eyes widen a bit, realizing she has just received a note. Quinn begins to wonder if Rachel has ever partaken in note passing.
Rachel shakes her head and slides the note back over to Quinn. The blonde, however, will not take no for an answer. She slides the note back over a bit more insistently then nods at the note.
Rachel bites her lip and looks up at Mrs. Howard. The woman is beginning a lecture and as Quinn wrote, her face is puckered into a grimace, as if there is a foul odor in the air.
Rachel has to bite back a smile. Quinn considers this a win.
Even though the girls spend the class passing notes that aren't even mildly important, it makes Quinn smile. In fact, when the bell rings for lunch both girls part ways with smiles on their faces.
"Would you stop that?" Santana asks, shoving Quinn slightly, though the smile never waivers.
"Stop what?" Quinn asks, pulling her backpack onto her shoulders. The girls are the last ones to exit the classroom.
"Smiling like that. It's creepy." Santana shudders for effect, but Quinn merely shrugs. She doesn't care. Nothing can ruin her mood.
SPLASH! GASP!
Except for maybe that.
Quinn completely forgot to intercept Sam shoving Rick during the break. She had been so distracted by the addition of Brittany she completely forgot. So of course Rick wanted revenge.
Quinn spots Rachel rushing toward Sam before she can even register it.
Quinn hurries forward, knowing that the brunette will slip on the blue slush.
Right on cue, she does. Quinn reaches out her arm, able to take hold if the brunettes elbow. Rachel's arms flail for a second before taking a hold of the blondes out stretched arm.
Once Quinn can steady Rachel she turns her attention to Rick. He stands there looking slightly smug. His eyes lock on Rachel, poised for his next attack. He extends his arm, silently asking for a new slushie.
Quinn releases her grasp on Rachel. Not liking the predatory look on Rick's face. She steps between Rachel and Rick, providing a barrier between the attacker and the attacked.
This halts Rick, the red beverage sloshing over the sides of the large cup. He looks around at his fellow hockey players, a slight laugh looking around like 'look at this guy'.
"What are you doing Fabray?" Rick sneers, holding the cup out menacingly.
Quinn settles with giving him a nice hard Queen Bitch stare. He only falters for a second, it's a flash of uneasiness, but then he stands tall.
"Are you-" Rick starts, but Quinn interrupts.
"This has gone on long enough. You are going to stop with the slushies. Now." Quinn tells him evenly. Rick and his cronies guffaw with laughter.
"And if I don't?" Rick questions.
Quinn forcefully takes the large slushie from his meaty hands. She pulls at the waistband of his jeans and pours the contents down his pants. He yelps in surprise and is about to lunge forward, but he stops at the sight of Sylvester watching the whole scene. She looks impressed with Quinn.
"This is how it's going to go. You are never going to throw another slushie. You are literally going to take the shirt off your back and give it to Sam. Then you are going to take that stick and-" Quinn is cut off short when a hand is placed gently on her shoulder.
"Quinn." Rachel whispers, Quinn nods and allows the moment to pass.
"Well." Quinn demands at the boy expectantly. He looks around, expecting help from his friends, but they all duck their heads and begin to disperse.
The whole hallways has stayed relatively silent through the whole ordeal, but now people are beginning to whisper. Sam stands there dumbly, looking surprised that Quinn jumped to his and Rachel's defense.
Rick heaves a sigh and pull off his Hockey Jersey. He reluctantly hands it over to Sam who wipes the blue slush on his face then drops it in the blue puddle.
Rick picks his jersey up off the ground, blue slush drips from it and he saunters off.
"Wow, thanks Quinn." Sam breathes before Brittany and Mercedes rush him off.
Santana stands at her locker, arms crossed, watching Quinn and Rachel.
"Thank you Quinn." Rachel thanks as soon as Quinn turns to face her. Quinn wears a look that she is sure she has never warn before:bashful. at least not in front of Rachel Berry.
"It's not a big deal."
"It's a huge deal. No one has ever defended me like that before." Rachel confesses. Quinn frowns. She used to be the one Rachel needed defending from.
"Rachel I-" Quinn begins an apology but the brunette won't let her. She takes Quinn's hand in her own and smiles appreciatively.
"Just- Thank you Quinn. Let's leave it at that for now." Rachel suggests. Quinn nods dumbly and watches the brunette pick up Sam's backpack and head in the direction Brittany and Mercedes took him off to.
Santana pushes off the lockers and walks up to Quinn. Both girls watch the Diva disappear around a corner.
"Thanks for the help." Quinn tells her friend sarcastically, not even bothering to turn to look at her.
"Looked like you had it under control." Santana notes.
Finally both girls turn to look at one another. Santana smirks at her friend and Quinn smiles slightly.
"What the hell just happened?" Quinn asks her friend, looking around at the empty hallway. The only evidence of the altercation is the remnants of the slushie that dripped off of Sam and the puddle of blue that is no longer icey.
"Progress Q. I think that was progress."
Hey Guys, sorry it's been so long Life has been kinda crazy.
I apologize for any grammatical errors.
And yes that was a 'nod' to She's the man. Ha! Get it? Nod? Get it? Yeah, I hate myself.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it.
what do you think?- A