AN - If we name it, it's a pet. We like pets. Pimpmaster McFly, I would be proud to call you my roommate. Fuck buying a mouse trap.

Urgh, Britt is a total bitch. Fucking 10 hour drive and she hasn't taken a turn. Her excuse was that we are in a cop car and I have the only uniform. To save this from being a 17 hour drive I went lights and sirens to piss her off. On the outskirts of Lima I turn the flashing lights and sirens off and drop to near the speed limit. That is until I see Puck's truck.

I put the aviators on and grin at Brittany. She sighs, "You are so fucking childish sometimes."

"You are just a lame wannabe responsible bitch. This will be hilarious." She isn't impressed but she slumps down so she won't be visible in Puck's rear-view mirror. I tailgate then flick the blue and red lights on. He pulls his truck over and I take a minute to try and school my face and stop laughing. I get out of the car and walk slowly towards his, knock on his driver window and wait.

"Noah Puckerman you are under arrest for having a unjustifiable amount of pride in that mohawk." The look on his face is totally priceless.

"Quinn?"

"Like the car bro? Totally free." I can't keep the grin off my face. He kind of looks like he got hit by a train. "Laters bro."

I roll out of bed (off my floor mattress) and stretch. Work or school, work or school. It's a hard choice until I remember that it's nearly sectionals and Santana will be crazy psychotic for the next week. She cares way more about glee than she wants to admit. So I pick work after sending her a quick good morning txt. Brittany says that the barcode on my arm is made of like nannites or some shit that also make a limiter similar to one Chuck made. I don't pretend to understand how the fuck it works but apparently this will be able to reform when it gets damaged, unlike the old one.

The downside to this is I have to master the crazy levels again. I accidently ripped the front door off and had to spend an hour rehanging it. With that in mind there is probably less to damage or stuff up at work when all I do is dig holes.

I jog over to Dave's house, "Yo Dawg, I hear you like holes. Lets digs holes in yo holes. Yo."

He shuts the doors and I stand on the doorstep in the predawn light and wait. Two minutes later the door opens and he looks at me with still bleary eyes. "Are you going to act like a normal person or should I shut the door again?"

"I'll play nice."

"Good, come in and get breakfast while I get ready for work."

"It's a Tuesday, aren't you going to school?"

"Nah, long story but I only have to show up one or two days a week to repeat a paper from last year."

I'm about to ask for a better explanation but he distracts me with large pile of toast. Dave really is a good friend. We finish breakfast and get going. This week is a larger project and we have to go help the Streetwork's boys to resurface roads.

We unload the compressor at the end of the day. I am still dripping blood and gravel from trying to block a 300 lb labourer in our lunch break football game. "I told you being a defender isn't easy."

"Whatever dickwad, I got him the fourth time he tried to run the left flank." The extra leads get removed from the truck and we start loading up concrete sacks for building a curb tomorrow.

"Oh so being tackled into the gravel pile doesn't bother you?"

"Nope." I swap my somewhat shredded shirt for a fresh(ish) one, before fixing my ponytail in the rear view mirror. I see something moving behind me and spin. "Jesus Christ! Creepy much Berry? Why are you here?"

"Because I or rather we need you for Glee. Sectionals is on Friday and we don't have enough people." I'm confused, and it must show on my face because she blushes and adds, "I was suspended, so now we are back to eleven." She pauses and notices my arm. A few deep breaths and she is ready to yell at me, "Quinn, what an earth have you done to yourself. I know weren't really friends but I'd like to think I would have been there to talk to you before you went and did something so, so .."

"Awesome?"

"Irresponsible, reckless, permanent. Pick one." Wow she looks both incredibly pissed and disappointed.

"Well if you think it looks that bad, there is a belt sander around here somewhere right Dave?"

He shrugs and throws a 100 lb sack of concrete at me, it catches me off guard and I stagger before throwing it into the truck bed. Rachel looks horrified at the suggestion,

"NO, please don't disfigure yourself anymore."

I toss another sack in the truck, this is a way quicker system. "I didn't think it looked that bad, unless you are talking about the scars on my side...?"

"Stop twisting my words." This is accompanied by a foot stomp. "Are you going to help with glee or not?"

It's unseasonably hot, my back hurts from getting sacked in the lunchtime football game and Rachel is trying to teach me Tina's part of the routine for sectionals. Apparently Tina has taken her part so I get to fill in the smaller part. To cap off my misery I am learning this shit on the side of the road while operating a stop/go sign.

The radio clipped to my hi vis crackles, "Oi twinkle toes, you're on go once the red car goes past."

This is great because it means it's my turn to count cars. Hopefully after the next few swaps Rachel will just fuck off and I can get back to snoozing while leaning on the sign. Sadly it's not to be as Berry uses the time to tell me exactly how sharp I am and complain she couldn't get Mike to teach me the dancing.

"Keep going Quinn we have two days to get you perfect." I groan, spin the sign back to stop and start from the top. Santana had better be fucking grateful that I'm coming to sectionals for her. Fuck the rest of New Directions, the only reason I'm putting up with the humiliation of singing and dancing MJ on the side of the road is the pay off.

AN - Dun dun dun. Someone doesn't know about Troubletones.

Flatmates fat friend is sitting on the stairs blocking the whole thing. -"You gonna move or do I have to get my pokeflute?"

Made my day.