"Finn Hudson, what the hell was that?"
Finn blinks, sighing softly.
"What do you mean?" he asks quietly, as though he has no idea.
"Don't even jerk me around," Quinn snarls at him. "That song? Staring at Rachel the entire time? You're just lucky I thought fast enough to save our relationship and hopefully our titles as King and Queen!"
A sigh is the only response he gives to her.
"Seriously? You're going to sigh at me now? All you wanted was popularity, now I'm giving it to you on a silver platter and you're throwing it away on Rachel?" The temptation to call her a varied assortment of nicknames is tempting, but Quinn is attempting to reign in some self-control and act in the manner of a princess. After all, she does aspire to be (formally introduced as) queen. "You better stop jerking around, Finn, I swear. We are so close to this, don't you dare ruin it for either of us. We just got back to the top after a year of Glee Club and pregnancy and deceit. You will not screw that up for us." There is threat with that promise.
Finn's glance shifts. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, but she's already moving on to another topic, discussing corsages and shoes matching cufflinks. He's not listening, but he's perfected nodding his head and making subtle noises, as though he gives a damn. And she's oblivious, at this point.
Quinn has ambition and drive, just not in the direction he'd prefer.
Meanwhile, her mind races. God, that Rachel. She's so close to spoiling this for me and I will not let that happen. I am rightful queen and there's no way she, or anyone, can take that from me. I just need to take things into my own hands.
Quinn sighs and glances away from Finn momentarily. It would appear that she needs to take matters into her own hands. As of late, she'd been doing everything but having sex with Finn, just to keep his attention. Although the prospect of getting pregnant again is anything but appealing, she has subjected herself to giving him pleasure down there in more than one way, simply to appease his natural desires. It's kept him on board with the prom king and queen pursuit, so she figures it's for a worthwhile cause – until somehow, Rachel fouled that up at Glee today.
It is not what she wants, but if it's what she needs to do to keep Finn at the end of her tight leash, she'll do it. Safely, this time.
Pout forms across her lips. "You're right, I'm sorry," she states, even though he never posed an argument. "I focus on this prom thing so much and so little on us," purrs the blonde girl, leaning her body against his. Fixating a sultry gaze upon him, she offers a slight smile. "How about I make it up to you, Finn? My house, tonight, 7 o'clock? Mom has prayer meeting until ten." She winks and then straightens herself while studying him expectantly, silently hoping this goes as planned.
Finn stalls. "Uh, sure, that'd be… awesome," he states, actually looking somewhat enthusiastic – although perhaps a little confused.
"Great," murmurs Quinn, "I can't wait to see you." She leans up, gives him a kiss on the cheek before peeling herself away from him, noticing Rachel standing nearby, having been watching for goodness knows how long, from her locker – only a few yards away. Quinn gives her a smile of triumph before brushing past her, mind burning with her ploys for the night's adventures to come.