All mistakes are mine

Chapter Eleven

Quinn, along with half of the football team, were in the field house weight room for morning practice per instruction of coach Shannon. The halfback was currently on the bench press with Puck at her head, acting as her spotter. Next to her, and doing the same thing, was Brett who was being spotted by Matt.

"Puck, I swear to fucking god! If the tip of your dick 'accidentally' grazes my forehead, we're gonna have to fight." Quinn huffed as she lifted the heavy weight, earning her laughter from the boys around her.

"Why is it always the tips of dicks with you?" Puck asked with a furrowed brow, really wanting to know.

"Hey guys," Darin Brown, Left Tackle, greeted as he came up to them. "Did you hear about Nathan?" He asked them, causing those around him to curse the ex-player's name. When coach Beiste had first introduced herself, it had seemed as if Nathan had made the right decision when he up and quit. But now, after having her as their coach, they knew that they would benefit the most from staying.

"No. What about him?" Quinn asked. She barely remembered the boy. Only that he had been a disrespectful idiot.

"He's playing ball for Carmel now." Darin informed the blonde.

"Freaking traitor," one of the boys mumbled with a slight growl.

Quinn, with Puck's guidance, parked the weights once more before sitting up to notice that almost all of the boys were surrounding her and Mike on the bench press.

"Who's Carmel?" Quinn asked as she wiped at her sweaty brow with a towel. "Are they any good?"

"'Who's Carmel', she asks." Someone said with a snort. "They're only our rivals! They never stop kicking our asses whenever we play them."

"They've won state three years in a row." Matt supplied. "And they only get better with each year. They're so good that they were in a Gatorade commercial once."

"It was badass. They sweated Gatorade." Someone couldn't help but say. "I went out and bought a case full after watching it the first time."

"Ok, so they've won state back-to-back and had a stupid Gatorade commercial." Puck began, attempting to sound motivational, but only achieved in sounding corny as fuck according to Quinn's eye roll. "All of that won't matter 'cause when the time comes, we're going to finally kick Carmel's ass." All the returning players didn't looked too convinced. McKinley hasn't won a game against Carmel in over twenty-seven years.

"Come on guys! I'm serious-we actually have a coach who knows what the fuck she's doing." Puck continued, attempting to make them all see what he could. "I know it's only been a week, but I'm at the top of my game physically. I have a great feeling about this year. I mean, with Spliff as our QB and Rooney as our 'back, damn near breaking ankles with her moves, we're gonna do some major damage!

"Not to mention-our defensive team is turning out to be pretty vicious too; our corners are brutal and our linemen are brick fucking walls."

"Ah, don't sell yourself short." Quinn spoke up before adding on top of the boy's praise. "You receivers are caught some unbelievable passes during the scrimmage." Puck and Matt both shared a look before simultaneously brushing their shoulders off. "Even so, I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves."

Yeah, we may think we're good now, but we won't know for sure until our game against Richardson Friday." Brett said.

"Cake." Puck scoffed. "We've got it in the bag."

"You don't know that." Brett said with a shake of his head as he stood from the bench press. "Yes, we won the scrimmage against Roy G Biv, but we could have lost just as easily. We did not play as well as I know we could have. This Friday is an actual game that will go on our record. Having a big head about one win that doesn't even have any standing could very well determine Friday's outcome."

"I'm gonna have to agree with my brother here." Quinn said as she too got up and slung an arm over Brett's shoulder. "Earlier, we pointed out our strengths, but what about our weak points? Those little or big things that we need to work on before Friday."

There was silence before Puck spoke up. "I need to meet my marks at a faster time. Brett is really good and I'm just not used to that." This earned him a scowl from Finn, who stood in the back. "I need to work on my speed to better meet his passes."

"Same," Matt said. "I also need to work on my handle of the ball. I gave two fumbles during the scrimmage. Two too many." Quinn nodded in agreeance; Matt did seem to be a bit of a butterfinger at times. She was glad he recognized this and was willing to work on it.

"Speed for me as well." Mike said for his turn. "Also, I need to bulk up more. More often than not I'm the one that gets taken to the ground, not my opponent. If I'm going to prevent them scoring, then I'll need the strength to do so."

One by one, the footballers listed their individual faults and what they needed to do in order to fix them. Surprisingly enough, Azimio and Strando participated in the moment, despite the look of betrayal they received from Finn, who was the only one, besides Brett and Quinn, who had yet to go.

"I think think I may need to bulk up more as well." Quinn decided to go next, "Obviously, not She-Hulk buff, but enough to make a difference. I'm being brought down by hits that a lot of you guys could plow through. That's costing us yards and potential goals. I also need to work on my speed. Those Roy G Biv boys were fast, but I heard from coach that the Richardson boys are even faster."

They all nodded in agreement.

It was true.

Richardson High was known for their speed, as their Track team were state champs. About a quarter of the runners on the Track team played for the Football team before track season started, so it wasn't uncommon for them to run their opponents down.

"Which is why I need to work on reading the defense better." Brett began with a scratch to the back of his neck. "You know, to make faster decisions whenever I feel pressured. I don't want to be a Romo." That was his greatest fear.

"See guys. We're bonding." Quinn joked sweetly with a proud clap of her hands. "Since this seems to be an impromptu character building session; is there anyone who hasn't gone?" She's met with silence as they all looked around at one another. "Come on guys. The only way we can grow as a team is to recognize the faults within ourselves first."

"Finn hasn't gone." Anthony Rashad, a promising cornerback, had no problem announcing, causing everyone to turn and look at Finn.

"My game doesn't need improving." Finn said with a shrug, sounding unconcerned despite shifting uncomfortably under his teammates intense gaze. He attempted to ignore the loud snort of amusement Puck let out before the wide-receiver whispered something to Rashad that had the taller boy snickering.

Quinn's eyes narrowed at the boy's words. "Okay, since you feel that way-allow me to point some things out for you: You didn't have my back at all during Friday's scrimmage." She straight up told him. "You were supposed to be my bodyguard out there, yet I felt like I had to fight to run past you, more so our own opponents! You half assed every single play all of first half, so don't tell us you don't need any improving because we all see it.

"I don't care how much you don't like me, because like coach said; out there on that field, you are my teammate and I shouldn't have to fight my own teammate. I should be able to trust that he'll have my back. I should be able to depend on him to have it, and for him to know that I have his as well."

"I came around!" Finn defended with a flushed face, embarrassed from being called out in front of his teammates by the thief of all people. And It didn't help that they all seemed to agree with her.

"You did, I'll give you that," Quinn conceded with a slight nod, "but that was in the fourth quarter and only after coach finally said something about it. Even then, you weren't giving it one hundred. You just ran through the motions." The blonde gave a frustrated shake of her head. "Like seriously? Do you even want to be on this team?"

"I did before you two came along! You," Finn exclaimed as her thrusted his pointer in Brett's direction. ", stole the one position I was good at!" Rooney placed a hand to his chest, mouth slightly agape and looking like the living embodiment of the phrase, 'oh my'.

"Oh my fucking god Finn! Get over it, bro!" Puck exclaimed as he threw his hands up. "Spliff is better than you are as QB! That's why coach put him there. If someone were better than me as receiver, then they'd be in my spot. Yeah, it would suck to be replaced, but I'd move to the side and let him have it because at the end of the day we're here to win. I wouldn't act like a baby back bitch and cry about it the whole damn season. I'd move the fuck on and find the next best position for me.

"That next best thing for you is tackle. And in my opinion, it suits you better 'cause you're big as fuck and could knock some heads in. So get your head out of your ass, get the fuck over it and work on improving yourself buddy. Because this is our last year at McKinley; I'm not about to go out as just another failing team."

A steady silence soon followed as Puck's last statement sunk into their minds.

It would be the last season for many of the footballers there.

Despite their popularity, they were known as losers amongst the other jocks and they were tired of it. Under coach Tanaka, they never knew what winning felt like; but after Friday's scrimmage, they finally got a taste of it and they wanted more.

"Thank you, Noah, for those eye opening words." Quinn commended the boy with an impressed look. Puck gave a pond to his chest and pointed to her as if to say, 'I've got your back homie.'

"So a lot of us have expressed the need to improve our speed." Quinn decided to move on after that; nothing else needed to be said in regards to Finn as Puck had said it all. "I think that during this afternoon's practice we should do some timed sprints- maybe even wear some kind of weights while we do them to further build strength as well." She received a chorus of groans in reply. "I know, I hate them too. But remember; you have to go through pain in order to improve. And we've already established that we definitely need to improve ourselves."

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"Alright, boys. Gather around. Take a knee" Shannon called out to the footballers at the end of morning practice. Once they were all kneeled before her and her assistant coaches, she continued. "I want you all to take a look at the people around you." They all did so, with Quinn and Finn eventually locking eyes. Finn gave a glare while Quinn waggled her brows in response, not trying to be bothered by the boy after everything that took place in the weight room.

"They'll be your teammates throughout this season." Shannon informed them, having already cut the remaining players that morning before the start of practice. The ones who did make it, cheered as they stood in order to hug and clap each other hard on the backs. "Alright, alright. Bring it back down. We still have some other things to discuss, like: who will be your new captains." This had them quickly re-taking a knee and stare up at her in silent anticipation.

"The three captains I've personally chosen has shown great leadership and skill. I believe they will be a great example to you all, as well as to the community, as they represent this team as a whole. We don't just play for us, but for the community as well.

"I'd also like to commend you all on a wonderful job on voting the other three captains, as they too share the same characteristics of my chosen three. I would've picked them myself had I not had a limit. So, without further adieu; your special team's captains are, Sam Evans and, whom you all voted on, Dave Karofsky." Sam and David both shared surprised looks upon hearing their names, however it quickly turned into beaming smiles as they accepted the congratulatory slaps to their backs.

"I would like to say that both of you are very good at what you do. Sam, your punting is impressively accurate. And Dave, well, you're just so good that I had to have you play on both special teams and offense. Hope you don't mind."

"I have no problem with that coach." The center replied, his grin still wide as his father looked on with pride.

Shannon continued, informing them of the new defensive captains; Anthony Rashad, who was appointed by the coach, and Mike Chang, who had been voted upon.

"And lastly, your offensive captains are Spliff and, by a near unanimous decision, Rooney." Coach Beiste announced proudly to more sounds of whooping. Quinn's face was pink as Puck ruffled her hair, while Brett was gasping for air to to the bear hug Dave had scooped him up in.

"Alright. Alright. Settle down, or I'll find another team to give these jerseys' to." Shannon announced with a gesture towards the many boxes that were stacked and being opened by her her assistants. Upon hearing the word 'jersey', they all scrambled back down to sit in front of her like children waiting for story time.

"First up: Lucky number thirteen. Free Safety. Chang." Coach Karofsky said as he tossed a large plastic bag to Mike. The asian promptly tore it open to reveal two jerseys and their respective pants; a black with red Home jersey and a red with black Away jersey.

"Holy shit, bro! Turn it-look! It has your name on it." One of the player's pointed out for the boy. Mike followed his instruction and turned the jersey over. Sure enough, on the back of both jerseys was his last name printed proudly in either red or black.

"They all have your names." Coach Martinez informed them all in his heavy Spanish accent, causing them to become even more impatient to get theirs.

"Number two. Cornerback. Rashad." They continued.

As the jerseys were handed out, one by one, Shannon took in all of their excited faces.

She had seen the condition of the previous jerseys and equipment that had been issued to the boys, and she hadn't been impressed. She refused to allow her boys to play in such a condition.

Which was why she had called up a few of her contacts in order to make all of this happen, seeing as Figgins' wasn't willing to spend money on the football team unless they started winning games that weren't against blind students.

"Number 5. Half-Back. Fabray."

Quinn easily caught the plastic bag filled with her gear. Like all the others before her, she wasted no time in tearing it open to take a look, inspecting the jerseys from front to back and taking note on how instead of her last name, it was Rooney that was on the back of her Home jersey. Other than that and the captain's badge that was on the right breast, her jersey wasn't much different than the others.

But it was hers.

Having her jersey, with her name and captain's badge, in her handmade her feel as if she were on the right path in seeing her vow to Shannon come true. Though, she won't see it as real until their first official game.

Once all the jerseys were handed out, with Brett receiving a similar Home jersey to Quinn, only his read Spliff instead of Bukowski, Shannon released them to the showers before the start of first period.

"I want it back!" was all Quinn heard just before she entered the building. With an annoyed roll of her eyes, Quinn turned around to face off with a pissed of Finn.

"What is it now, Big Boy?" She asked him, clearly exasperated if her facial expression was anything to go by. They were barely into the school day and she was already tired of him.

"You stole my number!" he accused with a hard glare that was meant to cause shivers, but only brought on irritation to those few stragglers who came up behind him. Another day, and yet another tantrum from Finn whine-and-dine Hudson. "I've been number five since freshman year! But of course, as soon as you found this out you just had to steal it from me."

"I didn't even know five was your number. "Quinn said with a rub to her twitching left eye. This was starting to get ridiculous. Yes, it was sometimes fun to mess with the oversized boy, but half of the things he claimed she did to him wasn't even her fault. He just saw shit that wasn't there.

"Bullshit! You knew!"

Quinn shrugged. "Well, it doesn't matter now. It's too late now that my name is already on it."

"I want my number back!"

"What the fuck did I just say, Phineas? It's. Too. Late." Quinn broke it down. "So hop off my dick and bring the glory you should have brought to your old number, to your new one." She told him as she turned her back on him and began to walk away.

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After practice, Quinn walked the hallways of McKinley high alongside Brett, Matt, and Mike.

"Holy crap! Look at the freshmen." Matt laughed as he took in the wide eyed and clueless ninth graders that roamed the halls, trying to steer clear of the more confident upperclassmen while spilling their things all over the floor or trying not to cry out in frustration when their tricky lockers wouldn't open right away.

"Don't they drink milk? They're so small!" Quinn said in amazement.

"I swear they get smaller every year." Brett, concurred.

"You know...I kind of feel like adopting a baby Asian." Mike said as he eyed a small Asian boy, who wore overly large glasses that made his eyes seem larger than they actually were due to the magnification.

The Freshman was attempting to open his locker for what looked like the tenth time before Mike finally took pity on him by going over and skillfully beating at the bottom, popping it open. The little freshman looked up at Mike as if he were his hero before the senior left him with a rub to his head before rejoining his cooing friends.

"Aww, how sweet, Mikey." Puck said, having joined them just before Mike went over to help the boy.

"Shut up," Mike said with a light blush. "Those lockers are tricky. I was just helping out."

"Hey, I'm not knocking you man." Puck said with placating hands. "I think adopting a freshman would be kind of cool, actually. Makes me want to adopt a baby Jew, myself." He said to laughter.

"Yeah, and I'd adopt a baby dyke." Quinn said with a smirk.

"Baby stoner for me." Brett said. "I'd reform him."

Matt shrugged. "Why the hell not; I'll take baby good looking." He stated, earning him blank looks. "What? I'm one sexy mofo. I'm sure some freshman would love to learn all of my trade secrets." He said with a pop to his collar. They all just snicker at his words while Puck looked enlightened.

"Scratch that; Matty has the right idea. I want my own little Puckerman. I'd teach him how to get laid with just one word." He recanted his previous statement as he thought about all of the things he could pass onto his little man whore in the making.

"As long as he's not as ugly as you are, Puck, then kudos." Quinn joked, earning her the bird from said boy. "But what if we really did adopt these little foals? We could show them the way! Maybe even ensure that McKinley's football team has a future after us."

"Yeah, yeah. That sounds awesome!" Mike agreed. "Like a big brother, little brother project."

"Exactly like that,"

"We never do things like that here." Matt said, beginning to sound excited by the prospect.

"McKinley is not that type of school." Brett said with a shrug.

"Then we'll just have to change that. We're not captains for show. We actually have to make a difference." Quinn said as her mind flashed with ideas. "I'll think on it more, but I want to do this for sure." The others were quick to agree.

Just then, Bree, followed by a group of girls, came around the corner and strutted down the hall, gaining all of their attention. Though the girl did not stop to talk, she did aim a flirtatious smirk Quinn's way as they passed by with their skirts dancing behind them.

Flashes of the other night run through Quinn's mind, causing a light blush to take her cheeks. However, with that came a sense of guilt as she couldn't shake the feeling as if she had cheated on Rachel, which was ridiculous as they weren't even together.

At first, she had thought that maybe Rachel had feelings for her with the way they interacted, but she had apparently gotten it wrong. Rachel obviously didn't think of her the same way she did. Which was why finding someone else to move on with was the best solution for the both of them, as it was affecting their friendship. Evident to the fact that both Rachel and Quinn had yet to speak to the other since the party.

"Who is she?" She asked the boys as she continued to watch the girl until she turned yet another corner. "I mean, I got her name at the party Friday night, but who exactly is she?"

"That's Bree," Matt answered, "my cousin." The girl lived with him and his family because of how prestigious the cheerios were and how more likely it would be for her to get a scholarship under Sue's impeccable choreography.

"Yeah?" Quinn asked. Matt nodded. "Your cousin is hot." The others, minus a creeped out Matt who saw Bree as a sister, agreed with her proclamation.

"I saw you go upstairs with her the other night. Please, please tell me you hit that." Puck begged with prayer hands.

Quinn shook her head in negation. "No, I didn't. We just," gave each other head, "fooled around a bit. I don't have sex with a girl unless I'm dating her, and even then; I need to have been with her for a little while." She informed them. She may have been drunk, but she had been sober enough to put a stop to things once it was clear that Bree was looking to go all the way.

"Lame." Puck scoffed.

Quinn laughed. "It's just how I am." She could thank Alexis for that one.

"But wait, I thought you were dating Rachel?" Mike asked, confused. "Did you guys break up or something?"

"What? No. Etty and I are just friends." Quinn corrected. "Nothing more." Even though she wanted exactly that.

More.

"Yeah. A friend who you get the occasional boner for." Brett said with a laugh.

"That was only a handful of times!" Quinn protested.

"Only a handful?" Puck muttered lowly to Mike, who laughed.

"I'm half boy! It doesn't take much for little Randy (her penis) to get Randy, if you know what I mean. Seriously, the other day I popped one after watching this YouTube vid. There was this sixty-year-old woman who was, like, super flexible. As soon as she bent all the way backwards, he was a goner." Quinn ranted on to the sounds of laughter, in which she did not appreciate at all.

"And besides," she continued, "she's dating some kid named Blaine now." Quinn said the boy's name with steel in her voice.

"Anderson?" Puck asked with a raised brow.

"I think so."

"Oh yeah, I know him." Puck said. "He's the quarterback for Carmel. Not as good as Spliff here, but still pretty good."

"Apparently he sings too." Quinn said. "Rachel said she met him at a record store."

"He's lead in Vocal Adrenalin too. From what I hear, they always beat new directions in competition."

"When doesn't Carmel beat McKinley in competition?" Matt scoffed with a shake of his head.

"Hey! McKinley has a pretty good Magic team. They went state last year." Brett attempted to say with a straight face before they all, minus Quinn who was still in her thoughts about Blaine, burst out in laughter.

"Well, whoever the guy is he looked like a major dickhead." Quinn shook her head, not noticing the looks they all shared upon detecting the jealousy in her voice.

"Actually," Mike began slowly, "Blaine is pretty nice. I sprained my ankle really bad last year during our game against Carmel. He sent me a batch of cookies a few days later, along with a get well soon card."

"He let me borrow his lighter once." Brett said. "Though he didn't know I used it to light up a blunt, he let me borrow it all the same." Quinn was pretty sure that was not a very sound way of judging someone's character.

"I don't know. I always thought the dude was a bit gay, to be honest." Puck said.

"Thank you!" Quinn exclaimed as she threw her hands up. "I got that very same vibe from him, but Rachel totally doesn't believe me. I swear I caught him checking out some dude's ass. If he's playing her, I'm kicking his ass." Quinn vowed with a grumble as the others once again exchanged knowing looks.

"But anyways, back to what we were talking about earlier." She said, suddenly changing the subject when she finally took notice of the silent communication that was going on between the boys "Your cousin; you think she'd go with me?"

Matt shrugged. "I don't know if Bree likes girls enough to date them, but I can ask her if you really want."

Quinn shook her head. "That's alright, bro. I fight my own battles." She told him with a pat to his back. If the light skin girl had been willing and ready to sleep with her, then she was pretty sure her chances were good.

"If you manage to land her, you'll be my hero." Puck vowed. "She always says no to me because she only dates college guys."

Quinn shrugs. "Sometimes straying away from the usual can be good. And besides, she's smart not to date you." The others laugh.

"Well, if you do date her. I should probably warn you that she can be kind of a, um…" Brett trailed off, not wanting to be a dick

"A bitch." Matt finished for him. "And I love Bree like a sister, but It's the truth."

"Hey, I like a little bark in my girls."

"Then you're gonna love Bree because she has a lot of bark." Puck said.

"And bite," Matt added.

Just then, Quinn's eyes zero in on Rachel...well, Rachel's legs, but those impossibly long things were unmistakable. The brunette is at her locker with her friends; Unique and a chocolate haired girl whose back was towards her. Upon seeing Rachel for the first time since Friday, Quinn's heart jumped.

A look of determination morphed onto the blonde's face as she watched the girl converse with her friends. She really had missed the other girl. She had to make things right, no matter how she felt about the girl's obviously gay boyfriend.

"Hold up for a minute boys." She told them before leaving them to lightly jog over to Rachel without another word.

Unique was the one to see her first. The dark skinned girl looked as if she might say something, but stopped when Quinn put a finger to her lips in the universal sign of, 'shhh'. And though she kept quiet, that didn't stop Rachel's other friend from noticing her upon realizing that Unique's attention was elsewhere. The tall brunette watched Quinn with wide eyes as the blonde crept up behind Rachel.

It was her.

The girl who she had made out with last night.

The girl who had been her first kiss.

Quinn didn't notice her; not yet, at least. She was too focused on Rachel, whose head was buried deep inside her locker as she ranted about something Glee related. When Quinn was close enough, the blonde proceeded to wrap her arms around Rachel's waist and pull the girl back into her.

Etty being Etty, let out a loud yelp along with a slight jump before swinging her body around to face the individual who dared to embrace her. However, upon taking in Quinn's mischievous face. Though her stiff body relaxed, she didn't cease in giving the blonde one of her hardest glares.

"What in Barbra's name, Quinn!" Rachel exclaimed as she gave an annoyed slap to Quinn's chest.

Quinn laughed. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, you did a great job of that because you scared me.!" She said, unknowing to the fact that her hands, in which had just assaulted the blonde, continued to rest on the taller girl's chest.

"Scaring you wasn't my intention." Quinn said, looking unbelievable with a smirk on her face.

"I'm sure it wasn't." Rachel droned, clearly unimpressed.

With a wistful smile, Quinn's arms tightened around Etty. "I've missed you." She told her, her voice soft; almost as soft as Rachel's face upon hearing her words. "I've been a jerk."

"You have." Rachel had no problem saying.

"And I'm sorry for that." Quinn chuckled with a small shake of her head. "I don't know what came over me Friday," Yes she did: jealousy. ", but I don't want to go another day not speaking. I miss you and I hope that you can forgive me."

"While you were a jerk the other night, I must admit I have missed you too." Rachel confessed, bringing an instant smile to the taller girl's face. "And I'll see about forgiving you if you agree to give Blaine a chance."

Quinn's smile was promptly wiped away and replaced with a scowl. "That's gonna be hard seeing as our teams are rivals." She was grabbing at straws with that one.

"Just try for me, Quinn. That's all I'm asking. You're my best friend and your opinion means a lot to me."

As she stared into Rachel's brown eyes, which pleaded her, Quinn couldn't help but cave as she let out a sigh in defeat. And that was all Rachel needed. The small brunette let out a squeal as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck for a tight hug.

"Thank you! You're such a great friend!" Rachel proclaimed.

"Yeah…friend." Quinn muttered while trying to mask the grimace that had appeared on her face.

As soon as their hug ended, they came back to reality when they remembered they weren't alone.

"Sorry guys! That was rude of us." Rachel apologized.

"Don't worry about it girl." Unique waved off. "You can stop being so bitchy now that your Quinny is back." She teased with a smirk at Rachel's agape mouth.

"I was NOT bitchy," the small diva denied with crossed arms.

"I don't know, Rach." Marley began as she caught eyes with Quinn. "You have been more irritable lately."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She grumbled before finally introducing Marley to Quinn.

Quinn's eyes widened in recognition.

Shit, it was the girl from the party. Well, the one she had made out with before meeting Bree. Had she really tongue wrestled one of Rachel's best friends?

Opps.

Marley was her name; and according to Rachel, the girl was more of a virgin than the diva herself; Marley has never had a boyfriend or girlfriend, nor has she had a legitimate kiss that wasn't from her grandmother.

"Hi," Marley greeted her with a shy smile and a deep blush.

"Hey," Quinn returned with an unsure nod. "Um, how are you?" She asked; a veiled question about Friday night.

"Fine," Marley answered with a nod of her own, picking up on what Quinn was really asking. Rachel, with her sixth sense, too picked up on something, however she didn't know exactly what at that current moment.

"That's, uh. That's good." Quinn said with a slight cough. "Listen, I've got to go. But I'll see you guys around." Feeling things getting awkward, the blonde quickly took her leave after saying goodbye to them all, but not before giving Rachel a reassuring smile and squeeze to her shoulder.

"Um, Mars? What the hell was that?" Unique asked the mousey haired girl with raised brows.

"I concur," Rachel said. If Unique had picked up on it too, then that meant there was definitely something going on.

Marley tried to lie about it at first by saying it was nothing, but the deeper the girl's blush got, the more Rachel's sixth sense told her otherwise. Her and Unique shared a look before they both grab her and drag her into the nearby choir room.

"Spill," Unique demanded as soon as the three of them were alone.

Marley wasn't strong enough to hold it in.

"It's Quinn." Marley confessed with a sigh, looking love sick with her wide eyes as she relived her moment with the blonde. "She was the one from the other night."

The day after the party, when she had met up with her best friends for breakfast, she couldn't help but tell them everything that had happened that Friday night. It had come tumbling out as she told them, in great detail, about her first kiss (and first make out) with a super-hot blonde, whom she hadn't gotten the name of until just minutes before.

"Damn!" Unique exclaimed as she cut concerned eyes over to Rachel, knowing that the girl had some kind of feelings for Quinn even though she was in some deep denial.

"My Quinn?" Rachel asked, her voice monotonous. "The same Quinn I just introduced you too?"

Marley nodded, looking ever so shy as she did so. Rachel stayed silent as she attempted to process what she had just been told.

"Well…that's…unexpected." Rachel drug out, her voice as emotionless as her face.

"I know." Marley laughed lightly. "But Quinn was so wonderful. I never knew a kiss could be like that." Marley sighed once again before saying, "I like her a lot. But I'm pretty sure Quinn wouldn't want anything more with me."

"Don't sell yourself short Marley. You're a wonderful girl." Rachel said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Quinn would be lucky to have you."

Marley beamed. "You think so?" Rachel nodded.

The bell rang.

"Time for first period." Rachel redundantly stated. "I'll see you two later in third period." She said before hastily taking her leave. Unique's eyes followed her in concern.

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Quinn entered her first period class. Giving a quick scan of the partially filled room, she looked for a familiar face. A couple of her teammates, who waved her over to sit with them, were present but upon seeing Rachel, who was already seated at her claimed desk and scribbling away in her notebook, she declined their invitation.

"Looks like we'll be sharing first period together." Quinn said with a smile as she sat in the empty seat next to Rachel.

Rachel briefly looked over and at the blonde before saying, "looks like it," in an uncaring tone, prompting a frown to form on Quinn's face.

Well, that was weird.

Moments later the tardy bell rang, signaling the start of class. The teacher called the class to attention and took roll before finally introducing himself. As he did this, Quinn took the opportunity to find out just what was going on with the brunette.

"What's wrong, Rach?" Quinn whispered to the girl.

"Nothing." Rachel replied with a little bite behind it.

"It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds like you're pissed at me."

"I'm not." Rachel denied, but of course Quinn didn't believe her when she said this.

"What did I do now? Did I steal another one of your purses?" The blonde joked. "I swear I didn't know it was yours this time."

"Very funny," Rachel said with an unimpressed glare. Quinn laughed.

"Then what?" she asked again. "Is it about Blaine?" Rachel doesn't reply. "Well, Is it?" Once again, she stayed quiet. "'Because I told you–"

"Nothing is wrong!" Rachel snapped, immediately gathering attention from everyone in the room, including the teacher who gave Rachel a nasty glare.

With a blush to her cheeks, Rachel apologized. After making sure that all eyes were turned away from them once more, Rachel hissed:

"If you don't cease talking to me during class hours, then it would be best if you just sat somewhere else." The two stubborn teens held eye contact in a battle of wills until Quinn shot up from her chair with a clenched jaw and sat at the back, but not before muttering, "'nothing is wrong', my ass."

Rachel instantly felt guilty, but she just as quickly beat it down once the image of Quinn making out and dry humping Marley somewhere in a dark corner entered her mind.

Ok, so maybe it was something…

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"And then she was all like, 'if you don't cease talking to me during class hours, then it would be best if you sat somewhere else.'" Quinn quoted with a high pitch voice and a scowl as she sat at the lunch table with her usual boys and a few others on the team; to include Karofsky, and the two cornerbacks, Anthony Rashad and Boston O'Shay.

Finn was one table over with the rest of the footballers there, sending the occasional glare Quinn's way and longing glances at Rachel, who sat two tables in front of his. Quinn herself sent looks over to Rachel, but hers was more on the confused side.

"I mean, she seemed totally fine when I apologized earlier before, but fifteen minutes later when I walked into class she was all ice. I don't know what the hell I did." Quinn continued on with her story.

"Chicks are weird like that; you could just be standing there, doing jack shit and they'll be pissed because you, like, coughed or something." He said sagely as he stole a few fries from Quinn's tray. "Besides, it sounds like she's on her period." He stated, earning him murmurs of agreement from all the others.

"I guess," Quinn breathed with a heavy sigh before saying, "but anyways, enough with that; I've been thinking more on the whole big brother thing and I really think this could happen." She informed them, not wanting to talk about Rachel anymore as it only brought on more confusion. "I'll have to bring it up with coach, but everyone on varsity would choose a kid on the JV team to mentor."

"That sounds awesome." Brett grinned. The others agreed.

"I'll make sure it happens then." Quinn promised.

They were soon interrupted by Bree and her posse coming up to their table.

"Hey, Superstar." Bree greeted as she smiled flirtatiously towards Quinn.

"Sup, Bree." Quinn replied with a smile of her own. "What can I do for you."

Bree gave a smirk as if to say, 'I'll tell you what you could do', but instead she said, "So, I don't know if you know this yet, but it's tradition for a member of the cheerios to 'sponsor' a football player and support them throughout the season."

"Yo, they give the best care packages." Rashad informed Quinn. "The girl who sponsored me last year would make me cookies and brownies and stuff."

Quinn loved cookies and brownies and stuff. "Ok. So what does this have to do with me?"

"She wants to sponsor you, dingus." Matt stated the obvious. Quinn threw a chicken nugget at him, hitting him dead in the forehead to the sound of snickers all around.

"Do you?" Quinn asked the girl as if she hadn't just thrown a chicken nugget at her cousin.

"I wouldn't be bringing it up if I didn't." Bree said with a raised brow. "So? Do you want me?" she said with a bite to her lips that turned to a smirk at the blush that crept its way up Quinn's neck.

"Oh, um." Quinn mumbled as she ignored how loudly Puck choked on his fries upon the light skinned girl's words. "Yeah, sure. That would be cool, I guess."

With a smile in victory, Bree's eyes bored into Quinn's as she gave a snap of her finger. This prompted one of her junior cheerios to step forward and hand her a handful of lei's before resuming her position.

"Scoot your chair out." Bree softly ordered the half-back, who followed her directions.

With Quinn's chair facing her, Bree stepped forward and in between the blonde's legs. She bent down and made sure to get as close as possible to Quinn's face as she placed the bundle of lei's around the footballer's neck, all the while staring into the girl's hazel eyes.

Quinn gulped. Bree smirked. "You're mine now." The HBIC stated with a wink before straightening up once more and taking her leave with a deliberate sway of her hips and a bark to her girls, who scrambled after her.

As Quinn slowly came back down from her hormones, it began to register in her mind that the entire cafeteria had gone quiet (besides the stray cough) and that almost everyone was looking at her.

"Dude," Puck croaked, as his throat was still very much sore from choking on his fries. "you just got lei'd by Bree Rutherford." He said, amazed.

"I guess I did." She said with a laugh as the conversation once again started back up in the cafeteria; all about what had just taken place.

As she moved her chair back into its previous position, she couldn't help but look over and at Rachel's table. The brunette diva was already looking straight at her with unreadable eyes; eyes that had the rest of the blonde's laughter catching in her throat. They continued to hold eye contact for a few moments until Rachel finally looked away to give a comforting rub to the back of a sad looking Marley.

Quinn sighed. "What the hell did I do?"

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Next Chapter: First day continued.