Hey Readers, I'm so glad you are enjoying the story.

This chapter is super ridiculous. So to that specific individual who thought this story was ridiculous, I decided to elaborate more. :P

But in all seriousness, I know this story is ridiculous. That's kind of why I'm writing it.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 12: Quinn

"Almost out of the goods?" San says to me. We've stayed behind after Cheerios practice figuring out if we need to replenish our stash. I get together with San every Monday and Thursday to ensure we're on schedule. The rest of the week we don't discuss business, unless it's a dire situation.

"Yeah, we'll have to talk with Roz."

"Okay. She's been on our ass ever since Karofsky."

"She'll get over it. We always get the job done." I glance up at her, "uh… I need a favor."

"Shoot."

"I need Thursday off. You know the chem project I have to work on," I explain, thinking about the bet, "Rachel can only meet Thursday this week."

She looks at me. Hard. "Don't be fucking stupid Q. But yeah, sure. Whatever you need. "

I shift my weight from one foot to the other. "I won't, San. You know me."

"Exactly," her lip quirks up.

Silence settle over us. As it normally does on Mondays or Thursdays. "Sometimes I hate… you know."

"When you sign up with Roz, it's a lifetime contract." Santana says, looking at me. "Yeah… I know", she smiles sadly. San attempts to lighten the mood, "so Rachel, huh?" a smirk crossing her lips.

I grin, "yeah."

"You're a dumbass, you know that right?"

I'm beginning to think she's right. How the hell did I ever think I could lure the beautiful, Broadway star in the making, and very straight Rachel Berry into my very gay, very aggressive, and very dark life?

There's a knock on locker room door, San and I jump. "Who is it," San growls.

"It's Bree."

I open the door, and glance behind her. I see Kitty. Her eyes are bloodshot from either drugs or alcohol; I can't tell which. And she's been messing around with someone. I know her too well to know what Kitty looks like when she's been messing around. "What the hell happened?" I ask, shutting the door behind them.

My gaze rests on Megan. She too looks like she had some fun tonight. Kitty walks up to me. "Hi babes, I missed you tonight."

I glance over to Megan. "Yeah, I see how much you missed me."

She pulls me towards the corner, away from everyone else. "Megan? Oh, I don't really like her," she coos, leaning closer to me. I can smell the alcohol radiating off her. "I'm waiting for you to come back to me. "

"Not going to happen."

She stiffens, "Is it because of Rachel?" She grabs my face, trying to force me to look at her.

I grab both her wrists and pull them aside, wondering when my tough as nails ex-girlfriend turned into a major whiney bitch. "Rachel has nothing to do with you and me." My gaze turns fierce, "I hear you've been talking shit to her."

"Did Brit tell you that? She asks, her eyes narrowing.

"Back off," I say, ignoring her question. "Or you'll have more to deal with than a bitter ex-girlfriend."

"Bitter," she scoffs. "You don't seem very bitter, you act like you don't give a shit."

It's true. After I found out she was sleeping around, it took me a little to get over it. Get over her. I wondered what other people were giving that I couldn't. "I use to give a shit, I don't now." I tell her.

Kitty slaps me hard across the face, "Fuck you, Quinn."

Normally if someone hits me, I'd have them flat on the ground crying for their mom. But Kitty. She wasn't worth it anymore. "You should go. " I say, keeping my voice steady.

"Lovers' quarrel?" Bree says, interrupting us.

"Shut up," Kitty and I say simultaneously.

"Hate to break this up, but we've got a problem."

I perk up, interested. "What is it?"

" Fresh meat fucked up, messed with July's girls. You know, East Lima High girls."

I roll my eyes. East Lima bitches think they're some badass group. "I'm in," I say. San and I walk to the car, slamming the door behind us. Bree comes running up and climbs in.

"Where are they?"

"East Lima territory." Fucking idiots I think. I hate cleaning up other people's messes. But I do it. Because like I said, I'm good.

We're driving around East Lima, looking for girls fighting. If you think about it, it sounds ridiculous. Hilarious even.

It's dark. Shadows moving, making me look again. "There they are," I say, pointing to the silhouettes standing a few feet from the covered basketball hoops. As the silhouettes push each other, I jump out of the car even though it's still moving. I rush towards the new Cheerios. They're actually putting up a decent fight. I roughly grab one of the East Highers and pull her up, my fists finding her face.

I glare at the young Cheerios, "we can take them Quinn," wiping blood from their faces.

"Yeah, what about them?" I say, my gaze focused on the three guys walking towards us. When did July start hiring boys…

The freshman, Bree, and Santana stand next to me. You know, for a group of girls, we're pretty intimidating. We may be girls, but we don't train our asses off for nothing.

The girl I pull off Santana stands up and points to me. "You're fucking dead."

She's short. "Listen short stop," I say, trying to reason. "Let us go back to our own turf and we'll leave this shithole to you."

Shorty points to one of the freshman. "She stole our mascot."

Oh for the love of God. I look over at her, giving her my best death glare. When I glance back at shorty, she's holding a knife and looking right at me.

After I fight these East Highers, I'm going to kill the newbies.