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Friday morning seemed normal. Rachel was at her locker getting ready for the day. She hasn't spoken to Quinn since yesterday. But the day was just beginning. There was still plenty of time to talk to the head cheerleader, right? Rachel closed her locker turning to leave when splash. It was déjà vu of last Friday. She just closed her locker before being hit in the face by the cold beverage. Rachel removed the ice from her eyes but the attacker had continued moving. The diva turned to her locker to get the back-up clothes she had brought the day before.
What Rachel didn't see was Quinn had been watching the diva from a distance. She wasn't ready to talk to the small brunette just yet but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and help her. Unfortunately the distance gave the jock opportunity. Quinn managed to trip the football player making him do a face pant in the hallway. She reached down, grabbing him by the ear pulling him to his feet. The cheerleader turned the cocky jock into a whimpering boy. She pulled him towards Rachel's locker. The diva didn't see Quinn approach her with her attacker. Quinn tapped the diva on the shoulder, getting her attention. Rachel's jaw dropped seeing the jock in Quinn's grasp.
"Rachel will you please follow me?" Quinn asked.
"Where?" the diva replied.
"You'll see," Quinn said extending her other hand for Rachel to take.
Rachel quickly grabbed her bag, and shut her locker. She took Quinn's hand and the three made their way down the hall. The students parted, letting the three students through. Many grabbed their phones to get a picture of the whimpering football player being pulled down the hallway by the cheerleader.
"Rachel can you please open the door for us?" Quinn asked reaching the boys locker room.
The diva obliged letting go of Quinn's hand. Quinn didn't let go of the jock, and continued her strut towards coach Beiste's office. Quinn knocked on the door, before entering.
"Quinn?" the coach asked from her desk. "Is there a reason you have Jones by the ear?"
Quinn guided the jock to the one chair. Quinn stuck her head out of the door, extending her hand for Rachel to take. She brought her into the office showing the coach the diva covered in the cold, blue, icy drink. Coach Beiste slowly nodded and looked down seeing Jones still had the slushy cup in his hand. There were some remnants of a blue liquid in the cup.
"Jones did you throw a slushy in Miss Berry's face?" the coach asked Jones.
The boy remained silence. The coach stood up and got in the boy's face like a drill sergeant.
"I asked you a question!" she yelled.
"Yes," the boy said jumping at the closeness of his coach.
Coach Beiste turned her attention to the two girls at the door. "That'll be all," she said waving them off.
Quinn nodded pushing Rachel out of the door. Quinn got outside of the coach's sight before stopping.
"Quinn what-" Rachel started to ask, but Quinn's hand was put over her mouth.
"I hope you're happy Jones." Coach Beiste's voice was heard from the office. "Because you're suspended from tomorrow's game, you don't even get to sit on the bench. Oh and don't think you're getting out of practice today. You will be there, and you will be the one to explain to your teammates how you've let them down. Now get out of my sight."
Quinn pushed Rachel out of the locker room as fast as she could. Once outside, Quinn pulled the diva towards the girl's locker room to help the diva get cleaned up.
"What just happened?" Rachel asked Quinn once in the locker room.
Quinn grabbed some towels, and placed a chair in front of one of the sinks. "Sit," she ordered.
The diva crossed her arms over her blue chest. "Not until you explain what happened."
"Do you want to look like an Avatar?" Quinn asked the diva. Rachel didn't budge. "Fine, please sit and I'll explain what happened. Let's get you cleaned up before you're stained."
Rachel finally did as the cheerleader asked. Quinn started deslushying the diva. "Before you came back I went and talked to Coach Beiste. I was concerned there would be a massive slushy attack. You know retaliation, because of what happened to you the team lost two of their most powerful players. Coach Beiste told me if I saw any player with a slushy to bring them to her. Sorry it was after you already got the slushy in your face. But plus side it might've caused a worse punishment."
"What do you mean? He's just not being able to play one game."
"Yes one important game against our rival school. Did you also hear Coach Beiste say he has to tell his team why he wouldn't be at the game?"
"So what's your point?"
"There will be retaliation against him. You'll see."
Quinn finished getting rid of the slushy off the diva. She handed Rachel a towel as the diva stood.
"Thanks," Rachel said taking the towel. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, before stripping off her sweater.
Quinn had watched the diva and was taken aback by the quick motion Rachel had her top off. "What are you doing?"
Rachel, now only in her bra and skirt turned her attention to the cheerleader. "I'm changing. We are in the girl's locker room," Rachel said sarcastically. She walked over to her bag, across from the sinks. She bent over picking up the bag, teasing Quinn with a view of her rear end.
Quinn gave the diva a once over before looking up. Quinn had the same problem when Rachel dressed like Britney Spears from her 'Baby One More Time' video. Quinn was getting aroused by the lack of clothing the diva had. Looking away wasn't enough, so Quinn decided to try praying. Nothing is more of a turn off than the lord. Our Father…
Rachel pulled out a blouse, and put it on. She turned around, as she was buttoning it. Rachel smiled seeing Quinn's eyes looking up at the ceiling. She was moving her head, like she was talking but nothing was coming out. She finished buttoning up her shirt as she made her way towards the cheerleader. Quinn was so focused on her praying she didn't notice Rachel was standing right in front of her.
"Quinn?"
There was no response from the cheerleader. Rachel waved her hand in front of Quinn's face, getting her attention.
"Huh?" was all that escaped Quinn's mouth. She looked down at the diva standing right in front of her. Quinn's eyes couldn't help but notice Rachel forgot to button the top of her shirt; giving her a view of the diva's cleavage.
"You ok?"
"Yea, sorry I was just ya know. Praying," Quinn replied, quickly bringing her gaze to Rachel's eyes.
"Praying? Interesting, well I want to say thank you for what you did this morning," Rachel wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist.
Quinn reciprocated, wrapping her arms around the small girl. "When are you going to stop thanking me? This is what friends do."
"I wasn't sure if we were still friends after what happened yesterday," Rachel replied.
"What happened yesterday wouldn't stop me from being your friend," Quinn countered.
Rachel lifted her head up to meet Quinn's eyes. "That's not what I meant."
Quinn stared into the chocolate brown eyes. She was lost in them. Quinn was fighting every urge telling her to lean down and kiss the diva. She even tried praying, but only ever got as far as 'our father.' Quinn's body began betraying her again. She was slowly leaning forward to kiss the diva, when the morning bell went off.
"Better get to class," Quinn said letting go of the diva. She left as fast as she could without actually running, leaving a confused Rachel behind.
"What the hell Quinn!" Finn yelled as he slammed the cheerleader's locker.
"Hello Finn," Quinn said calmly as she turned.
"You got Jones suspended."
"Yea, and…"
"Why the fuck would you do that. I'm gonna get sacked tomorrow. We're gonna loose and we actually had a chance of going all the way this year," Finn again yelled at Quinn.
"And how did you find out about this little bit of information?"
"From pretty much the whole team their pissed. And so am I. Oh and from this," Finn said pulling out his phone. He pulled up a picture of Quinn dragging the football player down the hall by his ear.
Quinn laughed at the picture, "Did Jones tell you what he did to get himself suspended?"
Finn opened his mouth but nothing came out. Quinn laughed at the goofy look on her ex-boyfriend's face. It looked very similar to his I'm about to cum face.
"Hey guys," Sam interrupted.
"Sam! Please explain to your girlfriend why getting Jones suspended totally fucked us for tomorrow's game."
"His girlfriend! Excuse me? Are we in the 1950's? Last time I checked it was the twenty first century. I'm not his property. And for your information Finn, its Jones own fault he got suspended. Not mine."
"Well…" Finn started but he was too angry and was confused by the cheerleader's comment. He turned his attention to his teammate. "Dude, back me up."
Quinn crossed her arms looking at Sam, daring him to speak.
Sam raised his hands surrendering, "Dude, not cool."
"That's all you have to say? Your teammate is yelling at me for no reason and all you have to say is dude not cool," Quinn yelled at her boyfriend. She pushed through the boys with her blood boiling.
"Quinn wait," Sam said reaching for Quinn's arm.
Quinn managed to prevent the boy from grasping her. "No, you two better not be late for practice. I'm not explaining why you jocks are fucking stupid."
Quinn stormed off. She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, nearly knocking over Rachel.
"Oh my god Quinn, you ok?" Rachel asked getting her bearings.
"Sorry Rach. God boys are so stupid," Quinn replied.
Rachel laughed at the comment Quinn made. "You want to tell me why boys are stupid?"
"Do I really have to explain?"
Rachel shook her head.
"Exactly. Come on," Quinn grabbed Rachel's hand making her way to the exit.
"Where are we going?"
"We're having a girl's night."