Santana laughed with Brittany as they walked to Spanish class. She smiled brightly in my direction, but she was just looking at Puck. "Hey, Puckerman!" Then she made a face at me. "Oh, hey, Elephant!" she said nastily to me.

"I have a name," I hissed at her.

"Doesn't matter." She shrugged. "Nobody cares anymore." She called out, "Quinn who?" as she walked away.

"Just wait, Lopez! I'll be back on top as soon as this baby gets out!"

I really wished I wasn't so obsessed with popularity. Popularity drove me to do so many awful things.

"Can you believe her?" I groaned to Puck. "I can't wait until I knock her off that pedestal!"

Oh no, I was probably about to make the Glist.

I smiled mischievously at Puck. "Honey, do you wanna cut the next class? We could go to the computer lab instead."

"Sure!"

"Great! Let's go!"

We walked to the computer lab and I dashed over to a desktop as quickly as I could. "Whoa, calm down! We have all period!" Puck laughed.

"I know, but I'm just really excited," I replied. I opened Word and began typing madly.

Puck looked over my shoulder. "What's that?" he asked curiously.

"It's what I like to call the Glist. I ranked the people in Glee Club in order of how sexual they act."

"One, Quinn, two, Santana, three, Puck? Why did you put me last?" he complained.

"Well, I made this list, so obviously I go first. And you know how much Santana hates being second!" I explained.

"Rachel last? She's a pretty hot Jew!" Puck argued.

"It's not like a paid any attention to what I was writing after the first three! All that matters is that I'm on top, and Santana isn't!" I clicked print and waited by the printer. I snatched the sheet up with a big grin. "Glee Club is next, so we have to hurry to the choir room to put this up!"


"What the hell? How did Quinn get before me?" Santana cried.

"I'm last?" Rachel said in shock. "But I'm wearing a skirt that's two inches shorter than the ones I usually wear!"

Mm, yes, I noticed!

"I honestly think I deserve to be higher, but I'm ahead of Finn so I'm satisfied," Jesse announced proudly.

"Damn, Rachel I wish I had as many points as you!" Brittany sighed.

"But, Britt, you're fourth?" Santana said.

"Exactly, ugh, I almost beat Rachel."

"Whoever posted this is just trying to start drama between all of us!" Finn shouted.

Finn was right.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" I said casually as I entered the room.

"Alright blondie bitch, what's up with you being first on the Glist?" Santana demanded. "I'm clearly way hotter than you!"

"Santana, don't be ridiculous!" I laughed.

"I'm watching you, Fabray!"

"Hey, guys what's going on over here?" Mr. Schuester yelled over all of us.

"Someone put up this extremely inaccurate Glist and made me last!" Santana cried.

Mr. Schuester grabbed the list out of her hands and looked at it. He stared at us very seriously. "Whoever is doing this better stop before I have to bring this to Principal Figgins."

"Oh please, I can easily get to the bottom of this right now!" Santana scoffed. "It's Puck. Why else would his girlfriend be first?"

"Back off!" Puck shot back defensively. "If I made it, I would be first. As far as badasses go, I'm number wah!" Santana rolled her eyes.

"It's Rachel!" I chimed in. "She thinks all the popular girls are bitches!"

"Yeah, sure blame it all on Rachel!" I yelled.

"I protest!" Rachel gasped. "It's Santana! She's the one who cares so much about sex!"

"Hold it, Hobbit! If I made it, why would I put our fat slut first?" Santana asked. "If it's not Puck, then it has to be Quinn."

"Santana, I'm not as shallow as you. I wouldn't do it," I replied calmly.

Bullshit.

"And my main question is, why Quinn first?" Santana said exasperatedly. "Whoever made this has extremely bad taste, which brings me back to Berry."

"Well, Quinn can be a real badass in the bedroom. I mean you should hear her!" Puck shouted enthusiastically. "Ahhh, ooh, yes, say my name again!" Puck moaned in a high, girly voice.

Mr. Schuester rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Alright, that's enough everybody! Whoever is making this, just stop and we won't have to worry about it anymore."


I didn't listen to a word Mr. Schuester said, because I put up that list again. This time I moved Rachel up one and switched Santana with Puck.

"Just stop posting the damn list! Someone is going to get hurt!" I cried.

Rachel and Santana were the first to run up to the list. "I moved up one! Just wait until everyone sees what I'm about to do today!"

Santana shoved Rachel out of the way. "Third? This is such bullcrap!"

"Wow, Santana! Looks like your status is going down!" I called out to her.

When we all walked into the room, we saw a TV on a rolling cart. Rachel jumped up in excitement. "Okay, I know you're all wondering why the TV is here."

"Actually, I don't give a crap," I said.

How disrespectful!

"Quinn, please, just let me finish!" Rachel said calmly. "Anyway, I've been working with some classmates to help me film a music video! Now I'll just press play, and you can all enjoy!"

The video showed Rachel singing Run Joey Run, with three boys playing her Joey: Jesse, Puck, and Finn. At the end of the video, Rachel was the only one clapping. Jesse, Puck, and Finn looked extremely furious.

"How could you do this to us, Rachel?" Finn cried.

"I just wanted to do something that would get me higher on the Glist!"

"Great!" I whispered to Puck. "Not only did I knock Santana down, but I broke Rachel!"

It wasn't great at all. My Glist had hurt so many people.


I was leaving Spanish class when Mr. Schuester pulled me aside. "You're not going to rape me, are you?" I asked.

"Quinn, no! That's totally inappropriate!" he scolded. "I need to talk to you about the Glist."

Busted, bitch!

"You have no proof!" I cried.

"Quinn, I know you did it!" He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "I know you've been through a lot this year, and I know your popularity hasn't been-"

"Stop trying to understand me!" I yelled. "I had every right to make that Glist."

"Quinn, Principal Figgins wants to suspend whoever made the list," he warned me.

"So you're bribing me?" I asked angrily. "If I stop making the Glist, then I won't get suspended? You know what? Fine. You win." I threw my hands up in the air with exasperation and left.

"Thank you, Mr. Schue," I whispered.