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Britney 2.0

Quinn packs up her stuff slowly so that she ended up being the last to leave Mrs Womack's classroom. They had just had a gruelling session in which they each did a famous monologue from a play or piece of literature. Quinn had chosen Juliet's soliloquy from William Shakespeare's play; Romeo and Juliet. They all had to perform individually in front of the entire class including Mrs Womack. The first couple did well; they weren't interrupted and none forgot their words.

"Little Miss Bristol Palin." Mrs Womack's stern voice echo's off the dark walls and Quinn reluctantly gets to her feet.

In Quinn's opinion, along with many of her classmates; the monologue went really well. She wasn't too quick, she injected just the right of emotion and thankfully; she remembered every single word.

"What was that?"

"Pardon?" Quinn's green eyes widen in bemusement.

"Why would you choose Juliet's soliloquy, when you have obviously never been in love? How are you meant to act in love when you have no idea what it's truly like?" Mrs Womack stares across at the stunned blonde expectantly.

"I-I…" Quinn looks around at the other faces in the room, Megan's mouth was agape in shock, the small brunette girl that Mrs Womack had named; Soap, because she apparently would most likely end up being a soap opera actress; was anxiously biting her fingernails; she was up next. Alexander Edwards, or 'no-name' as some of his fellow classmates referred to him as; was simply staring up at her in contemplation, as if he was trying to decipher whether or not Mrs Womack was correct in her judgement.

"That's what I thought." The brunette teacher clicks the top of her pen before beginning to scribble down notes next to Quinn's name on her clipboard.

Quinn clenches her fists and slumps back down next to Megan.

"I thought you were great." The curly blonde whispers sympathetically but Quinn ignores her and continues to give Mrs Womack her best HBIC death glare.

"Uh… Mrs Womack? May I speak with you for a moment?"

"What is it Palin?"

Quinn bites the inside of her cheek in an attempt to not spit some insult straight back. "It's two things technically… The first being the nickname you bestowed on me. And the second being that I don't fully… no, I completely disagree with your comments about my piece earlier." She didn't really care that she had most definitely crossed the line.

"What's wrong with Bristol Palin? I added 'little miss' to make it more comical." Mrs Womack picks up her hand bag before turning to face the young blonde.

"You've obviously read my file; I saw it in your face the day I introduced myself. I'm trying to move on from that part of my life and I just don't find the nickname very appropriate…"

"Of course I've read your file. I was one of the ones that fought for you to be accepted here."

Quinn's jaw drops slightly in shock.

"And I commend you Quinn for being able to rebuild your life, but what are you going to do if you make it in this business?"

"What do you mean?"

"People, journalists, critics; they will all know about your past, whether you want them to or not. And I can guarantee that they will call you much worse things than; 'Little Miss Bristol Palin'. You'll need to develop a much thicker skin."

"So you think that by calling me 'Bristol Palin' it'll… it'll help me grow stronger?" Quinn shakes her head in disbelief.

Mrs Womack tilts her head to the side; "Only you can do that. I'm preparing you."

"I'd rather not have your help." Quinn sneers whilst turning on her heel and storming for the door.

"I criticized your piece earlier on because you've obviously got a good technique, but you hide your real emotions down within; you need to play on them if you want to your future performances to be authentic."

The blonde stops abruptly and turns around.

"You can give me that 'death glare' all you want; you know I'm right." The brunette teacher smirks as she folds the piece of paper in her hands. "Oh and Bristol…"

Quinn reluctantly looks up from the floor to stare at her teacher.

"Don't pretend like you don't have a daughter; it's best to just be honest with your peers before they find out some other way and decide to use it against you."

"Thanks for the advice." Quinn retorts bluntly before leaving the room without a second thought.

"Why are we here? I can't be hung-over for practise tomorrow morning." Sam reminds the skinny, light haired brunette as they make their way up the driveway.

"We are here to get you to relax. You need to stop worrying about try-outs and just enjoy yourself." Elliott swings open the front door and they're hit by a wave of incredibly loud music. He then leads a bewildered Sam through some random frat house; guys and girls were drinking, dancing, smoking and making out in every free space possible. Sam didn't recognise any of them.

"Guys, this is my roomie Sam!" Elliott shouts over the loud music to a small group in a dark corner. Clouds rise from their mouths as they exhale cigarette smoke.

"Alright." They reply in some sort of daze; they weren't smoking cigarettes, they were smoking weed.

"Want one? Or something stronger?" Elliott offers him a spliff casually.

"No, I'm good thanks… I'm gonna go find something to drink." Sam then quickly wonders off in the opposite direction. He soon finds a large table littered with bottles and cups, he picks up an unopened can of god knows what and downs it. The stuff burns his throat but Sam doesn't seem to care, instead; he goes in search of another.

Sam's vision kept changing from blurry to slow-motion; it was like someone had placed ear muffs over his ears because all sound was now muffled. A slightly subdued version of Brittney Spears's; 'Gimme More' was pulsating through his body making him want to dance. He stumbles over to the dance floor; not really in control of what his limbs were doing.

Girls start grinding up against his crotch and wrapping their arms around his neck.

Sam shakes his head trying to make them stop but they ignore him. He desperately wanted to say that he had a sort of girlfriend whom he really loved but his mouth had decided to stop working.

Suddenly he's no longer on the crowded dance floor, instead; he's being dragged up a staircase and then pushed up against a hard wall.

"You-s-unbelievably-hot-com-on"

Sam tries to concentrate on what the girl was saying but his attempts are futile. He opens his mouth to reply but it's soon covered with her lips, she quickly slips in her tongue causing Sam to involuntarily moan.

The girl pulls away and whispers in his ear, Sam only catches a few words; "Let's-bedroom-you're-hard." She grabs his hand and jerks him forwards, she opens one of the many doors and pushes Sam inside before slamming it shut.

Sam stumbles around the dark room, the backs of his legs hit a soft object and he falls backwards onto a large double mattress. His eyes start to close due to exhaustion but they abruptly fly open as a bed side lamp is switched on. Sam moans as the harsh light blinds him but he becomes distracted by the girl straddling him. It's only then that he's able to get a good look at her; she had long bleach blonde hair that fell down to her chest, she was wearing a very tight, skimpy red dress and dark, smoky eye shadow.

"What's your name?" She asks in between kissing his neck.

"S-Sam… you?"

"I'm Jessica." She replies before getting up off him.

Sam would be lying if he said he didn't miss the contact.

Jessica starts unzipping her dress and steps out of her heels, the red piece of fabric slinks off her incredibly skinny body; leaving her just in her faded pink underwear.

The sight of her is enough to sober up Sam, he scrambles off the bed and runs to the door; "I'm sorry." He apologises before wrenching the door open and running back down the stairs.

He ignores all the dancing drunk students and stumbles outside where he slumps onto a porch swing. He holds his head in his hands as it begins to start pounding along to the beat coming from the stereo inside.

Without thinking, he shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone; Sam wasn't usually someone who drunk dialled but he couldn't remember why. He presses speed dial and puts the mobile up to his ear. He waits a few seconds as it rings but after a minute or so, she eventually answers.

"Sam?" Her voice was groggy and quiet; he'd woken her up.

"I'm sorry… I-I did-didn't meeean to wake yoouu." Sam does his best to sound as sober as possible but he still managers to slur and stutter.

"Are you drunk?" Quinn's tone didn't seem to be too angry, it sounded more amused than anything.

"Yeah…"

"Sam? Why are you calling me?"

There's a long pause before he answers; "I… I just really miss you." Sam holds his head in his free hand; "I don't know what I'm doing here… I can-n't stop thinkin bout you and-"

"We've talked about this… we-we said our goodbyes after graduation…"

"I know but…"

Sam hears a soft sniffling coming through the phone.

"I can't do this right now… I-I… I've got an early class in the morning…"

"Quinn wait-" but it's too late; she'd already hung up.

Quinn lies back down on her mattress and curls up into a ball; willing herself not to cry. Thankfully, Megan was out with some guy and wasn't there to witness the phone call. Her breathing becomes shallow as she tries to stop the tears from creeping down her face.

She hadn't spoken or seen Sam since that day at the station, they were all there to wave off Rachel; Finn had asked them all to be there so that the brunette would be able to say goodbye to them all properly before she left for New York.

Sam kept mainly to himself on the platform; only chatting when he had to. Once Rachel and Finn arrived, he put on a brave face and smiled as he waved to the crying girl as she stepped onto the train.

Every so often, Quinn would catch him staring at her but as soon as he notice that she was looking back at him; he instantly look away.

"What's up with you and Ken?" Santana asks after the train leaves.

"I'm going to Yale… and he's going to Notre Dame in Chicago. We need to go our separate ways for a while…"

The Latina reluctantly nods in understanding; she and Brittany were in a similar situation but she had no idea how to bring it up.

"Where'd you disappear off to last night?" Elliott wiggles his eyebrows as he enters their room.

Sam tries to think up an excuse; "I… uh…"

"Don't bother lying, we all saw you go upstairs with Jessica. Nicely done."

Sam rubs the back of his neck; "I don't usually do stuff like that… I wasn't having the best night." He thinks back to his phone call with Quinn and how he hadn't gone back up to Jessica and how he'd just left instead.

"Hey, I ain't judging, just be careful…"

"Why?" Sam asks nervously; "Has she got something?"

Elliott chuckles; "Nahh… well, not that I know of... I meant, be careful of who you go for next time; some of these college girls can be really needy."

"Well, I think it was more of a one-time thing…"

"Totally understandable, some chicks you just wanna hit once. I'll make sure we both get some action next time."

Sam shakes his head; "I don't think there'll be a next time…" He didn't even do 'it' but he still felt guilty about what he had done. It didn't matter that he and Quinn were no longer together; it still felt like he was cheating.

"What!?" Elliott sits bolt right in shock; "You've got to be kidding me!? You have to! It's… it's like expected of us guys to go out every other night and bone chicks! Don't be such a pussy and get some instead."

"It's just not really my scene…" Sam stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"Give it one last chance. I'll make sure it's memorable."

Sighing in defeat, Sam agrees; he'd go out one last time, he'd just slip out early like last time.

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