A/N: Sorry for the late update, bit of a writers block. Hopefully it won't take me as long for the next chapter. Fingers crossed!

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She puffed a small breath against her nails blow away the small debris that was created from her nails. She held her hand out examining her work, once she was pleased with one nail, she moved to the next. Her hands graciously ran the nail file perfectly against in a half-moon shape buffering them to near perfection. She was unable to have long fingernails in her field of work, it would only result in ripped and broken fingernails which caused even more damage. Heck, even fingernail polish would get damaged within a timely manner, it was really a waste of time to color them with the several coated layers. She had been silent for a good amount of time, her eyebrows crinkled in focus as she continued to move through each nail. It baffled him to how dull this grooming session was, yet it completely fascinated him. Maybe it was because so many emotions filtered across her face without meaning, it was a rare moment to watch her drop her guard. He was completely intrigued watching her, almost as if he were in a daze or some sort of trance. Minutes passed, maybe even hours. He really had no complaints on how long it has been, he was simply happy to be with her no matter how the time was spent.

"So, do you plan on telling me more, or are you just going to stare at me?" Her voice sliced through his thoughts.

He blinked several times as he eased out of whatever trance he seemed to be under. He couldn't help the sheepish smile cross his lips. His hand reached back behind his head and rubbed against his neck nervously. By now her hardened hazel gaze was back on him, any sort of slip in her armor was completely walled back up now. "I uh, I'm not sure what more there is to say…" He chuckled timidly.

"You spend a day on the weekend with her and you've given me next to nothing Finn. The Troll never stops talking, surely you got more than what everyone else in the whole damn school knows. We all know she is destined to be on Broadway and that Barbra Streisand is her idol. She never shuts up about how anal she is about her morning routine and the smallest inconvenience throws off her entire day. I swear if I have to hear about her gay dads or she is vegan because eating meat is animal slaughter and its cruelty one more time…" She exasperated.

"Wait, she's vegan?"

Quinn couldn't help but groan. He really was a lost cause, but unfortunately, he was the only one that could do this. He was nice, sweet and came across more innocent than any other guy she could pick for this situation. Sure, it was his job to get her to fall in love with him, but Quinn needed something to tide her over while he took his sweet time. She wanted dirty details, anything she could use for future ammunition. There had to be more to the diva than meets the eye. "Have you got any closer to her? You're supposed to making her fall in love with you."

"Uh, I don't know." He chuckled nervously. "She like follows me around and stuff. She won't stop staring at me, it's sort of creepy… I actually look in my closet to make sure she isn't there, ya know?"

This was the promising information she needed. She couldn't help but laugh, she certainly did give off that sort of vibe. Rachel was already rather desperate in the sense of trying to fit in. Quinn could not even remember how many times Rachel had tried to spark up some sort of friendship with her. Of course, Quinn had always turned it down, but it never seemed to deter the diva from consistently trying. "So, you already have her roped in, that's good. I did not expect it to be so soon, it has only been a week. God she really must be desperate."

"Yeah, it's kind of sad." He couldn't help but frown at the situation. He did feel a bit bad for Rachel. "So, should I like, ask her out on a date or something? I got a coupon or a voucher thingy for Breadstix." He beamed happily. By the look in his eyes, he thought it was an award-winning idea. This poor boy.

"Breadstix doesn't serve vegan food Finn." She sighed in irritation.

"Yeah but, they got salads, don't they? Isn't that vegan?" He tilted his head thoughtfully.

She raised her eyes off her fingers to stare at him. He looked as if he was going to pop a blood vessel with all this thinking. She could see a vein popping out of his forehead. It took everything for her to bite back a harsh response that she felt in her throat. He really was rather tiresome, and yet again she had to question why she even liked him once to begin with. Perhaps it had to do with the fact she had to deal with the pressure of her parents to be this popular girl in high school. It was entirely cliché for the head cheerleader to date the star quarterback. Thankfully, for her sanity, those feelings had long perished. "They do, but I'm sure she would prefer to eat something else other than a crappy excuse for a salad."

"Oh. That's all I can afford though…" He grumbled.

Didn't he just say it was a free voucher? Sigh. "Look, Berry is a diva. I'm sure she would be nice about it but in the end it wouldn't be enough. It is not something she would be willing to put up with for exceptionally long time. You won't be able to make her fall for you if your half-ass anything. She's already high maintenance as a person, do you really think she would be anything less as a girlfriend?"

"Uhm…." He was dumbstruck.

He can be so useless…. Quinn rolled her eyes in response. "Why not try cooking her something?" She offered. "I'm sure she would appreciate that more than a simple voucher and a crappy salad." She wiped her hands with a Kleenex to take off the remaining remnants of nail dust. "It would make you irresistible in her eyes, that is something women love to see in a man."

"Really?" She glanced up towards him. She could see the twinkle in his eyes at this bit of information she had offered him. The gears in his head were turning which caused her to cringe slightly. She could already see him picturing him learning how to cook to impress her. Perhaps she should have mentioned that it was something most women loved to see, she was the exception of course. Quinn was rather well versed in the arts of the kitchen. Her mother had made sure she was groomed to be the perfect housewife since she could walk. It was drilled into her head from an incredibly young age that she was only good for two things, cooking and learning how to please in the bedroom. Of course, as years went on, she learned that she could be so much more than a simple housewife, but she was still finding her way in this world.

"I uh, I don't know how to cook." He smiled sheepishly.

"Anything?" A single brow rose.

"Nope," he said.

Her jaw tightened. "Your mom is a good cook, why didn't she ever teach you?"

"I don't know, she knows I'm busy with school and football and stuff." He shrugged.

Her hands moved to her hair and brush it back. She could feel a headache beginning to form in her temples. She gently pulled the tight pony tail out to help ease the growing pain that was settling in her head and slowly moving towards her eyes. It really did seem she had to do everything with this silly prank. First Santana pinned her to play nice at the party and talk up the diva, now here she was having to go and cook something for that girl. At this rate, it might as well be me trying to get her to fall in love with me since I seem to be the one doing all the work. Her hand moved up and pinched the bridge of her nose in hopes of easing the pain.

Without saying a word, she stood up and gracefully moved towards her bedside table retrieving her slick black laptop and its power cord. She slowly brought the device back to the desk she was previously seated at and began to set it back up.

Finn watched silently unsure if it was safe to speak. He wasn't stupid, he could see that the girl was rather frustrated with him, but what more could he possibly do? So far, he has done everything she asked of him. Rachel was stalking him, nearly drooling any time he was near. Quinn's elegant fingers began to click away at the keys typing in her password after she finished booting up her laptop. Finn could briefly see some words scrolling over her shoulder. Whatever she was looking at, she was vastly immersed in the topic.

She reached over to her organizer and found small note pad and pen then began scribbling some small notes on the pad as she continued to look through her current research. Minutes passed, maybe even longer she was so caught up in her work that she nearly jumped in her seat when a knock echoed into her silent room. She cleared her throat, "come in."

Judy Fabray peeked her head into the room and looked at her daughter seated in front of her desk. Her 'ex-boyfriend' seated awkwardly on her daughter's bed. He looked a little out of place and fidgeted under her gaze. "It's time for dinner, and time for your friend to go home." She smirked playfully.

Quinn simply rolled her eyes in response. Her mother never seemed to let go of the fact she was no longer dating Finn. She brought it up anytime she could in hopes her daughter had changed her mind on dating the boy. In her mother's eyes, he was the perfect guy to settle down with. It was as if her mother was trying to get her married at the ripe young age. "I'll be right down mother." She grumbled in response.

Honestly, Quinn nearly forgot he was even in the room with her. She got caught up in her research that she completely forgot he was still sitting there bewildered. She was not entirely sure she even knew how long it was since they last spoke. She swiveled in her chair to face the boy. "Okay, we agreed the best way to impress her and keep ropes on Berry is to cook for her, correct?"

"Uh... Q, I still don't know how to cook."

"I know that!" she retorted. She snapped her mouth shut as his eyes widened. She licked her lips slowly and shut her eyes for a brief second willing herself to calm down. "Which is why I'm going to do it for you. We can make the dinner together," she breathed.

This caused him to brighten up and causing any fear to disappear. Any time he could spend time with the head cheerio was a blessing. He wasn't particularly interested in the cooking aspect of it, but it just means more alone time he could spend with his ex. He nodded eagerly.

"First things first, you need to ask her out. Plan a date then give me details. We need to be able to make the food that day, I think I found some decent ideas. I need to make sure she isn't allergic to anything or has any preferences. So please give me a few days' notice to find some adequate recipes." She turned back around and began to scribble down some more quick notes.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that." He smiled that cute boy smile.

"Good, now please leave. I need to go eat dinner before my mother has a hissy fit." She stood and gestured Finn to head out before him.

x x x

"So, Finn has been over quite a lot recently." There it is. The million-dollar question and topic her mother has been desperately trying to bring up over the last week or so. "To my understanding, you told me you had broken up with him." Her mother glanced up at her expectantly.

"Yes, mother. We are broken up." Quinn responded.

"That boy is here nearly every day after your Cheerio practice this week, Quinnie."

"Mom!" She exasperated. "We are broken up. I don't know what else I can say to prove it to you."

"I'm just saying, sweetie. There is nothing wrong with taking him back. You really do not need to do this playing hard-to-get with him. It's quite clear that he is already infatuated with you." She smiled knowingly.

"Oh my god, just stop. Please. He just needs my help, that's all." She was growing rather frustrated with her mother's constant probing into her love life.

"Quinn, dear, do not take the Lord's name in vain." Her father chastised. "Speaking of the Lord, I do hope you are remembering your vows God, as well as your mother and I." Her dad cut in.

Russel Fabray, generally an incredibly quiet man. Loving husband and doting father if it were within the public eye. He always seemed to beam about the accomplishments of his daughters but has yet to even show any remote interest in her actual accomplishments or life for that matter. Despite his constant bragging, he never showed up to a single cheer competition, any parent-teacher interview where her teachers often praised her endlessly. Quinn could not even think of a time when he would smile proudly at her for anything she did that wasn't fake. She remembered getting straight A's in middle school and being so excited to show it off to her family. Her mother always gave her a bright smile and a kiss on the head. Her father would simply look at the report card for a minute then stack it on the pile by his desk without saying a word leaving the poor girl to stand there awkwardly until she eventually got the hint to leave. The only thing he ever accompanied her to was ones that made him look good to his fellow peers or church members. Quinn grew out of the need of approval, at least she wished that were the case. She would only be lying if she said she didn't crave his approval and gratification.

"Yes daddy, I remember. That is not what I'm helping him with." All her teenage sarcasm or attitude disappeared in the face of her father.

"Then what is it, sweetie?" Her mother chimed in, now that her daughter's attitude subsided.

"Finn has his eye on a new girl, and he wanted to impress her. She is a vegan, so he was asking me where to take her. I suggested he cook her a vegan-friendly meal, since there are such limited options in Lima. He wanted to take her to Breadstix, but all they offer is a salad. He seems to really like her and decided to come to me for advice." She figured it was best not to explain the real reason but give a partial truth. It was close enough, right?

Her mother eyed her. She couldn't help but fidget under her intense gaze. Her father on the other had seemed to check back out of the conversation entirely as he picked through his meal. "Are you sure you are okay with that sweetie? I know it can be a tough situation, especially since you two just recently broke up." She was genuinely concerned.

"Yes, mother. I'm fine with it. In fact, I may have helped him gain the courage to go for that girl." She smiled at the secret she only knew.

"And which girl is it? It is not your friend Santana is it dear? I knew she was never a good friend for you, now she is trying to steal your ex-boyfriend."

"No, mom. It isn't. It's Rachel Berry."

A loud crash echoed in the room as Russel dropped his fork loudly against his porcelain plate causing both women to jump in surprise. His eyes looked up towards Quinn, there was something about his eyes that caused her to shiver. She had never seen such anger and coldness seep through his light brown eyes. It was as if it were pure hatred. His eyes narrowed harshly as he stared at his daughter. "You will keep away from that girl, Quinn." He sneered.

"Why, Daddy?" Now she was really confused.

"Just do what I say. I do not want you going anywhere near her. She and that family of hers is trouble," he growled. "My word is final." Russel stood up shoving his chair back forcefully. "I'm going to bed." He announced as he stalked towards the direction of his bedroom.

Quinn was left in the whirlwind of her father. She turned towards her mother for some sort of recognition, but she continued to eat with her eyes casted downwards. What was so wrong with Berry? Maybe her mother could shed some light on this new development. "Mom? What was that all about?" she probed.

Her mother glanced up at her and smiled gently at her daughter. "What was what about?" She asked innocently.

Quinn narrowed her eyes. "You know exactly what. What did Daddy mean?"

"I'm not sure I understand what you are referring to dear."

Quinn clenched her jaw, of course she was not going to get a straight answer out of her mother. "Why did daddy react like that to Rachel's name?"

Her mother stiffened to the name again like she did before. "Sweetie, I do believe your father said it all. She is trouble, just like rest of her family." She breathed.

"Is it because her fathers are… gay?" Quinn asked carefully.

She watched as her mother shifted uncomfortably at the word. Her gentle, loving face hardened and someone vastly different took the place of her mother, just like what happened with her father. "Quinn, drop it. Please. I will not have you bring that type of vulgar talk to this house. Stay away from that girl." Her mother nearly snarled.

Quinn's eyes widened; she had never seen either of her parents react in such a harsh manner before. The cheerleader herself had some distaste for the girl, but it was for entirely different reasons than the apparent one of her parents. Sure, Rachel was annoying. She was loud, completely full of herself, she was very entitled and a huge diva. She somehow managed to dress herself like a grandmother and a toddler at the same time with no fashion sense whatsoever. Hell, she remembers the one-day Rachel came to school in a baby blue pant suit. A pant suit! Still, was she really that bad? She was just a regular girl trying to find her way through the harsh years of high school like the rest of them. Was she so different from Quinn herself? Gay parents are the only difference between Rachel and the rest of the school, could they be that bad?

All these thoughts plagued her mind. Once more, she found her thoughts completely taken over by the diva. Her hazel eyes stayed glued to her food as she pushed around on her plate, gnawing on her lower lip. When she finally managed to shake herself out of, well whatever she was in, she noticed that she was the last one seated at the table. Her mother had somehow cleaned up her fathers and her own plate, discarded the remaining food on the plates and loaded it into the dishwasher, all without her knowledge. She sighed deeply as she stood up and began to do the same.

Once Quinn was back in her room, she thought about doing more research on popular cuisines for vegan entrees, but she really couldn't focus on that anymore. In fact, she was done thinking about anything remotely related to one Rachel Berry. She has been plaguing Quinn's mind too much as of late and the Cheerio was done with it. She opted to get herself settled for bed instead.

Just as she began to get herself comfortable in her bed, a bright light flashed in her dark room as a loud vibration sliced through the silence. She groaned and she was going to kill whoever was texting her so late.

Monday, 10:48 PM

San: Did you really offer to cook Berry dinner? LOL Q! WTF!?

"Fuck." Quinn slammed her phone roughly back onto her bedside table and groaned into her pillow. She knew she should have told Finn to keep that bit of information to himself. Now she was going to be teased relentlessly from her so-called best friend.

x x x

Yet again, Quinn found herself with next to no sleep. The deep, dark bags under her eyes were a dead giveaway to her lack of sleep. She had caked the foundation on more than usual today to try and cover it up, if Coach got sight of her in her actual state, she would probably get her ears blasted until the bled with that damn bullhorn of hers. Coach Sylvester was not one to take it easy on anyone, especially her head Cheerio.

She was digging into her locker grabbing all the book she needed for first period. She nearly squeaked in surprise as a well-manicured hand slammed her locker shut nearly taking out her own fingers in the process. Immediate anger began to bubble within her as her signature glare grazed her features, her hazel orbs hardened instantly with the cruel smirk began to twitch on her lips. She turned to stare the poor soul who dared to mess with her first thing in the morning. As much as Quinn wished she could say she was an early bird with all her grueling Cheerio practices, it was just something she seemed to lack, and most people knew this. It was not uncommon that the hallways split like the Red Sea in her presence, but in fact the mornings, students tended to desert the hallways for the HBIC. She could only imagine someone brave enough to bother her so early, she nearly welcomed it. Instead of coming face to face with someone whom she hoped would be deathly frightened, she was merely greeted with a shit-eating grin of a knowing Santana Lopez. "Please, you know you don't scare me. I believe it's the other way around."

"I wasn't done with grabbing my books you know." Quinn huffed in response, she started to renter her code for her locker to continue grabbing her things. Her anger began to dissipate, only moderately.

"Fuck your shit Q, we have more important things to discuss." Santana pushed Quinn's locker closed again with another slam.

"San!" Quinn growled angrily. Scratch that, she was fuming once more.

"I know you read my text message. Are you really cooking for Berry?" The Latina smirked as Quinn's face flushed with embarrassment. Checkmate.

"Aw, that's really nice of you Quinn. I always knew you would make a great wife Quinn; I'm sure Rachel would love it." The cheery blonde Cheerio chirped happily as walked up to her two friends.

"Hey B, "Quinn greeted. "And I'm only doing it to help Finn."

Santana snickered in response only to receive an elbow in her side from Brittany. "What?" She grumbled.

"Don't be mean, I think it's cute. She really isn't that bad, you know."

Both girls stared at the taller Cheerio in surprise. What the…? She nearly short-circuited Quinn's brain.

"What? I talk to her sometimes." Brittany said, sounding very nonchalant about the entire situation and words that were pouring out of her mouth.

"What the hell do you mean you only talk to her sometimes? Brittany, you make fun of her just as much as we do. You said you had more talent in your little pinky!" Santana exasperated. She could not believe what she was hearing.

"Sure, I mean that's true. She can be loud, and annoying with no fashion sense, but Lord Tubbington told me she is nice and that I should try to make other friends. I think he is only telling me to be friends with her because he knows she's going to be famous, and he decided he wants to be an actor. He thinks she will help him get his big break so he can move to Hollywood." Brittany shrugged.

Quinn's eyebrow arched as Santana's jaw nearly dropped on the floor. They really did have a strange friend, and that was an understatement. Silence followed Brittany's little tangent. Neither Quinn nor Santana knew how to respond in a manner that wouldn't insult their friend. They both knew she was not exactly viewed as the smartest crayon in the box, but she was very perceptive on many other things that were missed by everyone else, it was a unique skill she seemed to acquire. They both eyed each other as if challenging the other to say something to Brittany. As if on cue, the diva in question was clutching her books tightly to her chest as she scurried by the Unholy Trinity in hopes of getting away unscathed. "Hey Rach," the cheery Cheerio greeted the tiny diva.

Rachel's eyes widened slightly in surprised as she turned to look towards the voice in question. She saw each one of the girls staring at her, most of them had neutral expressions set on their features all for one. Brittany was smiling brightly at her and looked genuinely happy to see her. Her lips twitched into a hesitant smile. "Good morning Brittany, I trust you had a well-rested sleep?"

Brittany just nodded happily in response. "I did, thanks."

Rachel simply nodded towards the other two silent cheerleaders in acknowledgement before she continued her journey towards the class, hopefully one that isn't caused by a sticky liquid forcing her to detour to the bathroom drenched.

"Okay, what the hell was that now?" Santana finally broke the silence as the trio of eyes continued to watch the girl weave through the crowd of students rushing to get to their designated classes. "Dare I say it, but Berry didn't dress like a grandma today…"

"Oh yeah, I've been helping her outfit choices as well." Brittany smiled and looked rather pleased of her creation and definite upgrade in the diva. "I can't get her to stop with the socks though." She frowned slightly as she looked at Rachel's choice of shoes/socks combo.

"It's an improvement at least." Santana quipped.

Rachel had chosen a plain white long sleeve shirt that was tucked into a striped black and white skirt. The skirt itself was nothing too crazy in design, in fact her entire outfit was rather plain but worked, it reached close to her mid-thigh in length. She had a thick red belt to help hold up her skirt and it was the only real color in outfit which caused it to pop against the black and white stripes of her skirt. She had an adorable matching crocheted red beanie on top of her head. The only downfall to the cute outfit was she fact she had chosen to wear knee high socks that came up just shy of her knee cap. Instead of her usual granny looking shoes, she was wearing a black and white strapped heel with the toe filled in.

Quinn had been rather silent during the entire exchange, thankfully no one seemed to notice it. She just quietly turned around and went back to retrieving her books she was unable to gather before the fiery Cheerio rudely slammed her locker shut on her. Once she dug out her books, she turned back to her two friends as they looked at her expectantly. She blinked at them and licked her lips. "What?"

"Nothing. You're just…." Santana paused.

"You okay, Q?" Brittany chimed in.

"Um, yes?"

"Are you asking me or yourself?" Santana snorted.

Quinn shot a glare at her friend. "I'm fine," she grumbled.

"Okay, sure." Santana wasn't convinced but she knew when to leave something well enough alone, for now. Quinn's defenses were up, everything about the way her friend was standing was telling her to let it be for the time being. The head Cheerio was always a rather rigid person, in Santana's eyes, it was mostly because she needed to get laid. Of course, Santana would never, ever voice it unless she wished to die at a young, ripe age of 16. Still, there was something bubbling under the surface, one that Quinn believed she was doing a job well done on hiding it, she was not. As the best friend, it was Santana's duty to figure out exactly what was bothering her captain. She would get it out of her friend one way or another. "Whatever you say. But we are going to be late, right?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Since when do you care if you are tardy?"

"Since I have class with Berry, same as you." Santana smirked.

Quinn had to bite back a groan. She had nearly forgot about that.

The HBIC could not even begin to recall what the topic or even the current subject of the class she was involved in. Her mind had gone into a blank state and took a mind of its own. Every now and then she could hear Santana murmur or drop a catty response to, well whatever the teacher was saying, and somehow, she managed to find the proper response without knowing what her second in command even said. God, she wished for the life of her she could tear her eyes away from the girl who continued to plague her musings. There was something different about the resident Diva. Something about the way she carried herself whilst she was walking by them this morning. Something about the way she even looked at them. That desperation that always twinkled in her chocolate orbs seemed to vanish overnight. She barely breathed a word. Actually, she didn't breathe anything towards the Latina or herself. No, that wasn't right at all. Rachel was nothing but desperate to try and become friends with the Unholy Trinity, especially to Quinn herself, so what changed?

Her eyes casted down to small movement where Rachel was tapping her ankle against the leg of her chair. It seemed to be a nervous tick, in fact her posture was rather stiff and rigid. It may not be all that uncommon for the brunette, but there was something different about its which Quinn couldn't quite place. She glanced up as the girl beside her touched her arm gently and sneaked a folded paper in her direction. Her eyes narrowed gently at the notion leaving her with more questions. Was she friends with that girl? As far as Quinn knew, Rachel had none.

"Are you sure that you're good Q? You won't stop staring at the Troll…" Santana leaned over towards her Captain, whispering next to her ear. It was met with complete and utter silence. In fact, it was as if Quinn did not hear her at all. Her hazel eyes glazed over as she nibbled on the end of her pencil. Santana's face cringed in disgust, that was not appealing in flavor at all. Her other hand was arched up in a fist where her chin rested on it. She looked like she was in deep contemplation. Being the best friend she was, she shoved the blonde roughly nearly causing her to land face-first on the desk. She couldn't help but smirk when she heard a growl rumble in the blonde's throat.

"What!?" She harshly hissed, trying to draw as little attention as possible to the duo.

Santana just shrugged her shoulders. "You're thinking too much, I thought you were going to blow a fuse."

"I wasn't thinking about anything…" Quinn grumbled quietly.

"Yeah, sure. Except for the fact you couldn't stop staring at Berry." She smirked as she saw the hazel eyes widen. "Actually," she pondered. Santana leaned back, her arms crossing over her chest with a smug smile creeping across her features. "Now that I think about it, you've been staring at her quite a bit lately."

Panic rose within Quinn, her eyes widened in guilt as her posture stiffened. Was she that obvious? She understood Rachel had been on her mind quite a bit recently, but not that much, right? Especially not enough to be staring at the girl.

Santana chuckled quietly. "Not even going to deny it. Damn, you got it bad."

"I don't even know what you're talking about," she hissed.

"Puh-lease. It's no secret that you have been spending a lot of time hanging out with Finnocence, maybe you are living vicariously through him. Maybe you like her, that's why you decided to make Finn chase her because you wish it were you."

Quinn's gaze immediately hardened in defense. That was in no way true, at all. In fact, it was the furthest thing from the truth. Her teeth clenched painfully as her fists balled by her side. If they were not in the confinement of a classroom, she was sure she would punch Santana's smirk right off her face. She opened her mouth to retort before someone rudely cleared their throat and tapped on the desk in front of the girls drawing their attention away from each other.

"Am I interrupting you girls? Would you like to share with the rest of the class what is so important, or can I go on with my lesson?" Mr. Crawford grumbled. His glasses were at the edge of his nose, his nostrils were flaring and unfortunately for the duo, they had a full view up his nostrils. "Well?" He spoke.

"Sorry to interrupt sir, I was just making sure Quinn was okay. She had a bad night's sleep," Santana quickly recovered. She placed her around her Captain's shoulders and rubbed her arm gently. "You know… female problems," she whispered.

Mr. Crawford's eyes widened as a slight flush of embarrassment began to climb up his face and settle in his cheeks. He awkwardly shifted in front of the two Cheerios and cleared his throat. "R-Right… Please pay attention to the remaining lesson. And uh, Quinn. If you need to go to the nurse, you're more than welcome to." He quietly murmured out and quickly turned around to move back to the front of the class.

Finally finding her voice, Quinn couldn't help but be annoyed with her friend. She turned back to look at the girl in question and saw a smug looking Latina sitting there looking oh-so-proud of her accomplishment of deterring their teacher away from them. "Female problems, really?" Quinn whispered harshly. "And why me?"

Santana just smiled and shrugged. "Hey, better you than me. Besides, I'm not the one being weird as fuck. Besides, you should be thanking me. I got you out of trouble."

"I wouldn't be in trouble in the first place if it wasn't for you making me faceplant my desk!" Quinn hissed. That was a bit louder than she intended causing a few students around them to look at the girls curiously. She glanced to the front and saw their teacher looking at them. He stared at her hard before he went back to his lesson. The head Cheerio just shot her usual glare at the remaining students causing them to drop their gaze right away and re-focus on the white board.

"Quinn, please! I'm trying to focus on my schoolwork here. Stop bothering me with all your problems." Santana grumbled loudly bringing back all focus on the two.

Quinn flushed and turned her eyes down. Santana was so dead.