I carefully peer over the side. I can't see anyone. I jump through the open (empty) driver's side window, and lean through the gap in the seats. Over the six weeks I've had this truck I never bothered clean the back bench seat off fully. You never know when you might need cleaning rags or broken tools. Needless to say with the dents, welded up door and dodgy ignition there is a reason Mr Karofsky straight up gave me this truck. I quite like the way I can't lock it with the drivers' side window missing. Makes days like today way easier.
I find a singlet that should be white but is fluctuating between yellow and brown and a navy Lima Streetworks polo that has some major torso rips and no left sleeve. Well that is my top half decent. I keep digging for pants. I don't have pants, or shorts, or even a towel to wrap around my waist. The best I can do is the canvas chainsaw chaps with the rip and bloodstain in the right hand thigh. What can I say? A hot blonde walked under my tree. Do you expect me not to look? I pull them on as they are better than no pants. I think. It's still way too early for this shit, I will get my pants with my phone wallet and keys after breakfast. I have last weeks pay in the glove box and can just hot wire the car. McDonalds it is.

I am having difficulty hotwiring the truck. Pete showed me how to do it after the ignition barrel started slipping. However he showed me on a different car, one that we could open the door and not have to be at such a god awful angle. I hear the front door open, and wonder why would anyone get up this early voluntarily. I see Kurt looking the most ruffled I have ever seen him bringing the dog out for its morning piss. He does not look happy, but his dad runs an auto shop right surely he can hotwire a car right. If it gets me to McDonalds quicker then it's a legitimately good plan. I lean out my window,

"Rough night there Kurt?" his head jerks up.

"Quinn?"

"Yup, want breakfast?"

"Where did you go last night? We were going to look for you but..."

"It's cool. You can make it up to me by hotwiring this car." His whole freaking body jerks at that. Obviously he doesn't approve of this plan.

"You can't just steal cars. Even if I knew how to do it I wouldn't help you." the last past was nearly shrieked out.

"Woah, settle petal, its totally my car. I just want breakfast before I go inside and beg for my pants back." he settles a bit but is still looking at me suspiciously.

"My keys are in my pants. And I'll get this turning over eventually, just thought you might be quicker at it. Want to come for McDonalds?" he looks dubiously at my truck then at the puppy by his feet, "You can bring the stupid dog and avoid the start of cleaning" I add to sweeten the deal. To be honest I'm not that fussed but he is an awesome gossip and will hopefully know and share more than I get from Puck and Brittany.

The idea of avoiding cleaning seems to work. He hands the puppy through my window before walking around the truck. He opens his door and nearly falls over laughing. I'll admit that I am a reasonably comical sight with my trashed tops and the chaps. The chaps probably wouldn't be so bad over jeans. But the combination of a super sized belt buckle over starwars jocks is terrible. I can't even begin to describe how stupid I look right now.

"Shut up or I'll make you walk into the store with me." the look on his face is priceless. He is oscillating between disbelief and horror.

"No you can't. That's inhumane." he is stuttering, I guess horror won out.

"Chill we are going drive through, I'm not that big of a dick yet."

We get to McDonalds by discussing what had happened after I hit the pool yesterday. Apparently the neighbour had come over and tired to break in. When that failed he yelled about calling Rachel's fathers. So we have about two hours to get the whole house clean. No wonder Kurt was easy to get in the car. We get to McDonalds and start to order

"Uh hi can I hav-" I'm cut off by,

"Hey Quinn is that you," Fuck that shows how much I've been here if they recognise my voice through a speaker.

"uh, yea," I don't look at Kurt because this is more stupid than my pants.

"What's up Stacey?" given how early it is on a Saturday morning I assume it's the Friday night manager, Stacey. She has dirty brown hair and seems to have accepted how much I eat. Given how confused she was the first time I did it I'm calling it progress.

"I was wondering if you could do me ... A favour." she finishes the sentence in a fake breathy voice. I know she is fucking with me, but I play along for Kurt's benefit.

"Oh I'd love to give you a hand."

"Drive on through blondie." I move to the next window and wait. Kurt turns to me

"oh my god. Did you really just get hit on through a drive through window?"

"nope"

"That is the trashiest thing I have ever heard of. What happened to the Quinn with class and standards?" I know that was just an offhand comment but it cuts deep. I grip my hands on the steering wheel. I tighten until it hurts and then keep going. I can't snap at such a flippant comment. Taking a deep breath then another I finally manage to let go of the wheel. There is a little dent in the top but nothing too bad. It's pretty hard to fuck up foam and steel.

"She died." he notices how my whole demeanour has changed and doesn't push it. Instead he checks on the puppy which give me a chance to relax. Stacey pokes her head out the window,

"if you give us a hand unjamming the freezer door, I'll give you all the left over night food." Fuck. She knows I'm strong from the day I helped her move stock. She undid her buttons and bent forward when she asked me, naturally I gave her a hand. Asked for a number and she laughed and showed me a photo of her boyfriend. Now she just messes with me and gives me food for help. Today I don't wanna play. Because I will never live this lack of pants down.

"Uh, kinda can't today."

"c'mon it'll take you like a minute babe"

"I really don't want to."

"Do it."

"uh"

"Dooooooo IT"

"fine,"

"good bitch" Kurt chuckles at that. I climb through my window and climb into the mcd's window.

"Shut up"

She drops a few pounds of fries for me while I check the door. It's a 250lb door that fell off the rail. I make sure no one is looking and lift it back onto the rail. I turn around and Stacey is standing slack jawed holding brown bags full of fries.

"Shhh, your just jealous of my awesome." I grab the bags of fries and pass them through the window to Kurt. Please just let me get out of here and don't say a thing. I just want to be gone I'm not sure if I'm mentally begging god or Stacey, I just want to forget my slip ups. Kurt already has 5 or 6 bags of greasy as food by his feet, I add the chips and start the engine before Stacey stops me.

"Here, your friend said you needed a vegan option." both her hand and voice are shaking as she hands me the smoothie. I am just glad as fuck she isn't saying anything about that door.

"Thanks." I speed off.
The trip back is silent. I can see Kurt dying to ask me want that was all about but my earlier reaction is preventing that. I kill the engine and climb out, I Kurt passes out the food to me before getting Berry's damn puppy and exiting my vehicle. Something tells me he will never get in that truck again.
I nod at Kurt

"Can you knock? My hands are kinda full" it's true, I've got my arms wrapped around 8 large bags of food. With a put apon look he complies. Puck opens the door.

"Nice going cowboy, I needed some real food." I walk in and dump my prize on the kitchen table.

"Aw was Rachel trying to feed you that vegan crap? Poor baby." I grab a bag of fries and three quarter pounders, Puck is staring at me

"I knew it, you're banging the McDonalds chick! That's how you get normal food at breakfast time." he looks like he just won an academic award. I roll my eyes before replying,

"Or you know, maybe she is straight and just likes feeding me for favours."

"Favours eh? That's not sounding so straight to me."

"Fuck off Puck," I go back to eating.

People come and sit down for breakfast, I make sure to make eye contact only with my food. I'm sitting at the back off the table so no one can see my legs. So far no one is talking to me and it's great. All I have to do is bribe puck to grab my jeans and I'll be sorted. however Rachel comes in with the fucking mutt, "Hey Lucifer, there is our awesomest friend ever see look she even got me a nummy vegan shake." I can't help but chuckle at the fact no one fixed the name. So concerned right now about the way she is looking at me. It's like I'm the last life boat on the Titanic. Fuck me why did I have to be nice to her. I should have just given the damn dog to the pound. She tries to sit next to me and I fall off my chair in my haste to move. Like seriously fuck today. I just lie on the kitchen floor groaning. Puck leans over and tips half a bag fries on me, then grabs the filthy mutt and drops it on my chest.

"We got us a Berry surprise here on the floor guys."

"Helpful Puck. Just what I needed" Brittany is pissing herself laughing and everyone else is trying to pretend it's not that funny.

"Can someone please find me my pants?" I lift the dog off my chest and start wrestling Puck. I think it was Brit that drops my pants on top of us. I get a light cheap shot to Puck's gut before rolling away to stand and change. Santana wolf whistles. I'm glad to lose a little pride if it makes her happy. Fuck I know before this year is up I'll most likely be locked in a cage in a lab somewhere. Lose pride now for Santana's benefit or lose all of it when I'm busted.

"Oh shoot my dad's are here. We are so busted."

"Is the basement clean?"

"Yes but the rubbish bags filled with alcohol paraphernalia are still by the back door."

"So someone puts them in the back of my truck and we say we are working on Glee shit. Glee club here so its glee shit. Sorted."

"Oh my gosh Quinn you are an amazing genius, so brilliant,"

"Rachel shut up. Tina, Mike can you deal with the bags?"

We got away with it and headed off our separate ways. Brittany told me to take the week off to start working up and down the control levels. Apparently I'm stable enough to start fucking with. Awesome. Not.

AN Yes this chapter is rat shit. Also hoping work picks up so no more daily updates.

DanielaGoncalves Fierce is supposed to be creepy. Very.