A/N: I'm back! I got one comment on what direction I should take this, and it was Kurtofsky. I'm gonna wait for a couple more comments until I decide, so this chapter is just flash backs. But they bring meaning! Don't go away…

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"Don't get into trouble now Dave"

Don't get into trouble? What kind of advice was that? The minute the words left his mother's lips, Dave started to think of all the kinds of trouble he could get himself into, stink bombs, wedges, dumpster dives, slushie attacks…

"Dave? Are you listening to me?"

He looked up at his mother, in her boring grey suit, boring grey shoes and boring hairstyle that was also turning grey.

"Yes mom, I'm listening."

"And I want you to be nice to your brother and his friends."

"Yes mom."

"And remember, don't talk to any fags or queers."

"Yes mom." Don't talk to fags or queers? He made a promise to himself to find every gay kid at his new school and shake their hand.

"Honey, you can't stop him talking to gay kids." Said his father, sitting at the breakfast table, reading the local rag.

"Oh yes I can! Who knows what they'll do to him. Oh, and don't talk to Rachel Berry either. Her dads are fags."

"How did they give birth? Did it squeeze out of their w-

"Just don't talk to her, ok?"

"Yes mom." Dave rolled his eyes. She never answered his important questions.

She patted him awkwardly on the head and left the room.

"Have a good first day at school son." Said his father, folding the newspaper back up.

"I'll try and be good." Dave idolised his father. When he was older, he wanted to be a layer and solve cases with him.

"Dave? Come on little brother, we need to go!" His older brother Sol stuck his head around the door.

"Don't want to be late for your girlfriend?" Said his father, smiling.

"Dad! She's not my girlfriend. Keri's just a friend. Honest"

Dave grabbed his coat from the peg and tugged on Sol's hand. "Can we go now?"

"Yes, before Dad says anything else that's stupid." Sol grinned at Dave.

"What's Keri's brother's name?" Asked Dave.

"Blaine Anderson."

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Quinn pinned her 13 badge to her chest and looked at herself proudly in the mirror. Today was her thirteenth birthday, which meant she was now an official teenager, and was allowed to make a riot.

The first rebellious thing she did was push over Kurt Hummel in the parking lot. He was only a silly little gay kid wasn't he? And what did it matter if his designer t-shirt got ruined. His mom could but him another one, couldn't she?

The second thing she did was write Quinn 4 Finn on the inside cover of her maths textbook. She hadn't even spoken to him, but their names rhymed and he was a sports player. What better way to make sure she was a cheerio than to date a jock? And ignoring the minor details, like he was dumber than Brittany Spears, or that she didn't fancy him, or that Puck was totally hotter than him, they were a perfect couple.

Quinn Fabray walked down the hall the next day in a cheerio uniform and every boy drinking her every word.