Just before I write this chapter, I want to inform you guys that some of what I've written below is another adaptation of the piano scene in 'Original Song' (which I thought Lea and Dianna were both absolutely incredible in by the way). The same emotions and outcome are produced, the dialogue and setting is just a little different. I hope you don't find it too boring! Enjoy.
The scene was set - the choir room of a Thursday afternoon after class. The rest of the school was left abandoned as everyone else had already scurried home. Rachel waited impatiently for Quinn to arrive. This wasn't over.
Quinn finally showed, strolling into the room casually as she set down her music sheets on top of the piano.
"You are ten minutes late!" Rachel exclaimed furiously, shooting up from the piano stool the moment that the blonde entered the room.
Initially, Quinn was slightly taken aback as she had not expected Rachel to jump on her like that but otherwise she was nonplussed. "So?" she mumbled, licking her finger tip and scanning through the pile of sheets.
Rachel's jaw almost felt to the floor. "You know, if you want to make it anywhere, being early is a necessity, Quinn. You can't just show up late and expect to-"
"Who said I wanted to make it anywhere?" Quinn cut her sentence short, throwing the brunette an arrogant glance.
Rachel was left speech. After a pregnant pause, she cleared her throat and regained her composure. "What good is life if you don't have any aspirations?" she enquired more timidly this time around.
Quinn shrugged. "Oh, I have aspirations. Just not those of your kind. You know, if you aim high you're going to be left disappointed."
Rachel was utterly hurt but she ignored the snipe. "Why are you with Finn?" she asked barely audible.
Furiously, Quinn slammed her fist into the piano which caught Rachel off guard. "You've asked me this, Rachel! Do you really want me to answer it again? Do you enjoy having your heart broken?"
"No, I just- I know you have ulterior motives, Quinn. Do you really expect me to believe you just suddenly rekindled your love for him?"
"You know what, Rachel? I don't expect that because I know you wont understand. You don't understand why anyone might just love me a little more than you because you don't like it. And who are you to chastise me over my business with Finn? You had your chance with him and you failed. Deal with it!"
The sudden outburst even surprised Quinn. She didn't particularly mean to be fuming on Rachel, it was just something that was naturally occurring due to all the suspense that had been building inside her for the past few days. She kept suspecting that someone would catch her out, especially Rachel. If there was a secret to be told, you could almost guarantee Rachel would be the one to tell it. Therefore, Quinn had to be completely and utterly secretive.
Rachel felt her eyes swell up with her tears and her vision turned blurry but she pushed it aside and gulped back the lump in her throat. "I want you to know that I respect you, Quinn. I know we see each other as competition often and I can't help it if you're my natural enemy but I'm sick of loosing to you."
Quinn scoffed. "Well, I'm sorry, Rachel." she spat sarcastically, "But if you don't want to loose, then you should forfeit because it's clear who Finn wants and that is not you."
"Fine then." Rachel choked as she blinked the tears away. "Here's me forfeiting."
And with that, she fled out of the room with tears flooding down her face. As for Quinn, she stood speechless beside the piano. After a few moments had passed, it finally dawned on her that she had kind of soiled her plan - Rachel was certainly not going to be writing a song with her now.
"Holy shit!" she yelled furiously, slamming her fist into the piano keys which made a distorted sound. Her dream of becoming prom queen had just become less realistic.
Sam tapped his fingers on the table top nervously. He couldn't concentrate. Not that he particularly enjoyed Biology anyway but the scent that was radiating from the figure behind him was just to intoxicating to even begin to fathom.
Usually, Quinn would've sat a few seats further down the row behind him but thanks to a swap she'd made with another classmate in order to improve her vision of the class, she was now sitting direction behind Sam.
He fidgeted and fussed in his chair, changing his sitting position constantly and leaning on his hand to try and concentrate. Nothing worked.
He cursed under his breath as he thought of Quinn - her flawless skin, glistening hazel eyes and full lips. It was only the very best of his will power that was controlling his feelings so that he didn't burst out of his seat and pounce on her right there and then. He could hear her tapping her pencil on the wooden desk.
He imagined her face - probably thoughtful as she tried to figure out the equation on the board in front of them that Sam had given up on long ago. The class was completely silent, making the situation even more uncomfortable for Sam. He felt as if everyone was watching him.
Suddenly an idea came about him. He glanced at the notepad in front of him and the innocently tore the corner of a piece of paper. If he couldn't speak or interact with her physically, he would do it via paper.
Staring at the blank piece of paper, he tried to decide what to right. Hello… I love you? he thought but the words sounded wrong in his head. It took him several moments to sum up a reasonable thing to write.
Sam glanced at the teacher who was too involved in his novel to notice anything particularly odd about the class room and after checking once more that none of the other students were looking, he pretended to yawn and placed the folded piece of paper on Quinn's desk.
Quinn glared at the paper, looking from side to side to see who was looking. Furrowing her eyebrows, she slid her fingertips towards the paper until she finally managed to grasp it without anyone notice. She pulled it back to her and unfolded it on top of her text book.
'I want you.'
It took all of her energy to suppress a wide grin. She fluttered her eyelids, checking that the inscription was right. Yep, there it was in black and white. Sam had sent her a dirty class room note. In a way it was kind of dorky but it was also incredibly sexy too.
After some thought, Quinn scribbled on the piece of paper below Sam's message in her loopy handwriting. Once done, she coughed and Sam took this as a signal. He backhandedly reached behind him and clasp his fingers around the note as it fell off the desk. Still, no one seemed to notice there antics.
Placing the note in front of him, Sam scrabbled to open it. He had to bite his lip so hard when he saw it that he could almost taste the blood about the gush from his gums.
'Think you can cope until the end of this period? Because I have a treat for you.'
Without hesitation, Sam began to press his ball point pen against the rugged lined paper. He threw it back to Quinn as easy as possible in the hope that no one would notice.
'Bring it on'.
The sound of their bodies crashing against a cubicle in the girls toilets would have raised some eyebrows if they hadn't been skipping class.
Sam sucked at the skin of Quinn's neck as she begged for more, forcing his head closer to her as he scrambled up and down of her body.
Quinn's mouth was left wide open as she raised her eyes to the heavens, trying to suppress her avid desire to groan loudly at the top of her lungs. "Sam, you're killing me here! Ugh!" she whisper-yelled as she pulled and tugged at the cotton of his t-shirt.
Sam chuckled as he slobbered slightly through their wet kissing. "This is really dangerous you know?" he whispered breathlessly as she unbuckled the belt of his own jeans. "If we get caught we don't stand a chance in hell."
Scoffing, Quinn dragged his jeans down herself. "It's only a quickie, Sam. Don't get yourself so excited."
Sam laughed quietly. "You treat it like it's noth-ah!" Sam would've finished that sentence if Quinn hadn't slipped her hands so quickly into his boxer shorts. His moans and groans could now no longer be controlled as he felt her fingertips trace his now hardening flesh, at first softly but then extremely ruggedly.
Smiling to herself with accomplishment, Quinn smacked her lips against Sam's after producing her hand from his boxers again. It was now slightly wetter than before.
They froze in shock and horror when the sound of footsteps approached from down the hall. They seemed to be headed in the direction of the bathroom.
"Shit, shit, shit…" Sam cursed under his breath as they both made a double effort to pull his trousers up again. Looked like their 'quickie' would have to wait.
"What am I going to do?" he exclaimed in hushed tones. "If they see my feet underneath the cubicle, they are going to be seriously creeped out!"
Quinn thought and then pointed to the toilet seat. "The toilet seat! Stand on the toilet seat!" she helped him hope onto the slightly slippery surface. He ducked his head so that he could not been seen above the top of the cubicle either.
Whistling sounded from outside as the door flung open. The moment Quinn heard it, she knew the unmistakable whistle from anywhere - Noah Puckerman.
Hold on a second, she thought to herself, the girls bathroom?
Without even thinking, she slipped out of the door of the cubicle without leaving it open for Sam to be seen. He mouthed her name furiously but she ignored him. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Noah stopped dead in his tracks as he faced the blonde. The surprise on his face mirrored hers yet she seemed more disgusted - Puck seemed more disappointed.
"Puck?" she exclaimed in an incredulous tone, "What the hell are you doing in the girls bathr-"
Quinn was unable to finish the sentence because Puck had already clasped his hand against her mouth. She squirmed under his grasp and tried to scream but only muffled sounds came out. It was clear she was not going to escape so she stopped struggle.
"Shut up!" Puck whisper-yelled, "If anyone finds me in here, I'm dead!"
Quinn nodded as a sign of peace. Hesitantly, Noah released his grasp and allowed her to escape. She gasped for air and then flung around to face him.
"Then why are you here in the first place?" she exclaimed in a hushed tone.
Puck looked from side to side, as if someone could be watching them from anywhere. "Because," he began after clearing his throat, "I want to know what it's like."
Quinn's eyes widened. After a long silence spent hoping that he was going to say 'just kidding, I got lost' she finally spoke up. "Are you insane?"
"Shhhh!" he quietened her tone again and ushered her to the corner of the room. "Keep your voice down."
Quinn's jaw fell open. "Are you serious? Puck, you're in the girls bathroom. I don't know what kind of sick thrill you're getting out of this but quite frankly I don't find it very funny."
"I just need to know what one looks like, okay?" he admitted, an unfamiliar shade of pink burning on his tanned skin. "I've been thinking about it for a long time."
If it wasn't so insane, Quinn would've probably laughed and patted him on the head. "Okay, you have issues and you need to go. Right now."
This time around, Puck wasn't so ashamed. He managed to stand his ground, even if his motives were completely childish. "No. I'm here already, I might as well have a look around."
Quinn shook her head furiously. "Puck, this is girl territory. The point of it being the girls bathroom is so that you don't come in."
Puck shook his head and made his way to a cubicle. "I'm not giving up now. I need to know, okay?" he exclaimed determinedly. Unfortunately for Quinn, she was so taken aback by his presence that she hadn't even realised that the cubicle he was headed for was the on that she had left Sam in.
Her mind began to race ten times faster than it's average speed. She was thinking so fast that she forgot to keep her voice down.
"No! Puck, don't-" she gasped racing towards him.
"Oh my God, Sam!" Puck shrieked as the cubicle door flung open. Too late.
Sam could feel his face flushing bright red as was Quinn's. He gulped and plastered a bright and awkward grin on his face. He could've been the poster child for 'this-was-not-supposed-to-happen' from Quinn's perspective.
He cleared his throat. "H-Hey, man… uh-, how's it going?"
"Dude, what the hell?" Puck exclaimed, his facial expression outright baffled.
Sam hopped off the toilet seat, his palms sweating violently. "I can explain-"
"No need to, man!" Puck broke into a hysterical laughter which confused both Quinn and Sam who shared awkward glances. "I knew I wasn't the only one!"
It took a few moments for Sam to grasp what Puck was implying. Once he got it, he immediately broke into a fake chuckle himself. "I know, right?" he agreed as she excited the cubicle.
Quinn caught on and followed the script as Sam had. "Well, I think you're both disgusting pigs. I don't see what the fascination is, really." she scoffed, pulling out her best repulsed frown and crinkled forehead.
Sam patted his team mate on the back. "Well, I better get back to Spanish class or Mr. Schue won't be happy. See you around, man."
Just as he was on his way out, Puck called to him. "Oh and by the way, you're fly is down!" he nodded and him and winked.
Sam's stomach twisted into a knot. "Oh… r-right. Thanks, dude." he muttered, pulling it up on his way out. He glanced at Quinn once. She nodded serenely and he knew exactly what that meant - they would need to be more careful next time or they wouldn't be so lucky anymore.
A pregnant silence fell between the two remaining members of the bathroom.
"So…" Puck was the first to speak, "Wanna make out?"
Once again, Quinn pulled out her appalled facial expression but this time it was for real. "Ugh." she groaned before stalking out of the bathroom in a strop.
Ah how I adore Puck :') Haha I hoped you liked him too! And that chapter… I certainly enjoyed writing it! Reviews please, and thank you very much for reading. (: