"He's totally into me!" Santana, one of the other Cheerios whose company Quinn actually enjoyed most of the time, gushed as soon as she made it into the school.
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed. So far as she knew, Santana didn't like anybody. She was more of a love 'em and leave 'em kind of girl.
"Who?"
"Puck!" Santana smirked. "Imagine how good of a kisser he is! Or how good he'd be in bed." She lowered her voice a smidgen. "I heard he has a nipple ring. That's hot, right?"
"Totally." Quinn said, half-heartedly. He was an amazing kisser, but he couldn't be into Santana. He was into her.
At least, he said he was.
She shook the thought out of her head. He wouldn't lie to her. He did like her. Not Santana.
Quinn had to wake herself up to continue to listen to Santana's rant about Puck and his mohawk or Puck and his beautiful eyes.
Quinn rolled her eyes, but Santana didn't notice.
They passed Rachel in the halls, and Quinn couldn't bring herself to look at the other girl. Santana could, though and sneered.
"What's up, Manhands?"
Rachel didn't respond, choosing instead to rush into the same room that Quinn had rushed in the first time she had seen people be slusheed in the halls. This time, there were other people in it, and Santana and Quinn stopped to peer into the glass on the door.
Some creepy-looking guy was playing the piano, and a cute loser was apperently trying to sing. Something was wrong though, and the creepy man kept touching the loser.
They left, giggling under their breath.
"How weird was that?" Santana asked Quinn in a superior voice.
Grateful that they weren't talking about Puck anymore, Quinn responded. "Seriosly weird. Do you think we should report it?"
Sanata laughed cruelly. "Report it? That was gold!"
Seeing that Quinn was confused, Santana sighed and elaborated. "The weird-ass choir teacher and his student are getting it on? Everybody needs to know. When it becomes common knowledge, there'll be no more choir teacher. The annoyance of the stupid Glee club? Gone."
"What's wrong with the Glee club?"
"Oh, I forgot. You're new." Santana rolled her eyes dramatically. "Okay, so the Glee club and that granny-toddler Berry are always trying to leech money out of Sue's budget so that they can buy costumes and shit. So far, Sue's kept it contained, but who knows how long until that idiot Figgins gives in and gives them our money? If we destroy the Glee club, we won't even have to worry about the dough they're stealing, and Coach Sylvester will be super happy with us."
Quinn nodded, grinning on the outside, but she was actually uneasy. Would it really be so bad to give the Glee club some of their money? The Cheerios didn't really need tanning bed privledges, or teeth whitening experts, or complementary massages after every game. Sure, it was nice, but not necessary.
The bell rang, and the girls set off towards their classes, in opposite directions. Santana got to go to Spanish and drool over the hot teacher, while Quinn had to go to math and do her best to ignore the droning, monotone voice of her not-hot teacher.
Instead of taking notes or paying attention to the teacher, Quinn was focused on the Glee club. She still felt guilty about accidently slusheeing Berry, and she really thought that somebody should report the teacher for molestation. It wasn't a joke. If she reported him, though, Santana would know, and the pathetically small club would lose their teacher.
She decided to wait, see if anybody else would report him, and go along with Santana's plan for a while.
The bell rang again, and Quinn stepped out of the math room, looking around as she strolled down the hallways. Then stopped.
It's interesting how when your heart breaks, even just a little bit, it's so loud that it seem like everybody should have heard it.
She stared down the hall, and could see Santana and Puck with their tongues in each other's mouths, not caring who saw.
Quinn turned, and walked back down the way that she had come, the opposite direction from her next class.
"Quinn!" A voice stopped her in the halls. She turned, taking a deep breath.
She smiled half-heartedly. "Hi Finn."
He caught up to her, and they started walking again.
"I was just wondering…" Finn started to say, then trailed off. He tried again. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Quinn was slightly startled, but she had had a feeling that he liked her for a while now.
She really didn't know what to say. Finn was sweet, but she wasn't interested in him in the slightest. However, he liked her, and he was nice. He didn't have his face attached to somebody elses.
Quinn smiled brightly. "Of course!"
Finn smiled too, a dopey grin. "Cool. Do you want to go out for frozen yogurt after the game on Friday?"
"I'd love to. Can you drive me?"
"Sure."
They reached her class, after a long journey of back hallways and long-cuts that she was grateful Finn didn't question.
On impulse, Quinn leaned up and kissed Finn's cheek before stepping into her classroom right before the bell.