*Hi there! So, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as you liked the first. I'm pretty sure I did good as far as spelling and grammar go, but I'd like to know how you think everything's going on the story itself, so please review when you finish reading!*

Quinn wasn't exactly sure what made her feel like her position as the ruler of the school was finally reinstated the morning after the football game. It could've been the way that the students parted like the Red Sea again when she walked on, or how all eyes were on her as she shoved the unsuspecting freshman into a locker. It could've been the way Santana and Brittany, who held her position during her-er-hiatus, walked up to her and took their rightful places on either side of her. But Quinn was almost sure that it was the letterman jacket she had slung behind her shoulder. The relic belonged to one Finn Hudson, and with Santana wearing Puck's and Brittany...talking to Sam's...they had a full set. Perfect.

As she walked on with the other two cheerleaders to Glee, nothing could bring her down, nothing could brake her stride, nothing could make her feel like a loser again...except for a slushie to the face.

She didn't even see the attack coming, it just came upon her like a sudden, grape-flavored downpour from the sky. Her eyes stinging from the corn syrup, she shut them and was guided by the sounds she heard, which she guessed was silence from the passing student body and laughter coming from none other than Karofsky and Azimio.

"What was that?" She growled, unable to move as her knees buckled due to the cold and her eyes were still useless at this point. Their laughter continued as they explained themselves.

"Just wanted to welcome you to school for the year, 'Glee-rios!'"Karofsky explained obnoxiously. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana performed their simultaneous scoffs and walked right into what Quinn thought to be the chior room, due the conversation afoot.

"Wait, Cheerio Quinn?" Mercedes asked someone.

"Ye-" Finn's voice started to say when Mike's overlapped his.

"...Just got a slushie to the face..." He said. Anyone could tell that he sounded terrified. So he should be.

"Towel!" Quinn spat, knowing she was probably flinging droplets of the frozen drink everywhere. Since the incident where every single person in the club got with a slushie, they had kept a supply of cheap janitor rags in the room. She heard the noises of shifting, then running as someone began to pat gently at her face with the rag. It was Finn. She could feel his figure towering over her,as well as the subtle, but not unfamiliar scent of his cologne.

"What happened?" He whispered to her.

"I went for a swim." She replied sarcastically, then couldn't help but yell. "What does it look like? I. Got. Slushied!" She screamed. It wasn't her intention to take it out on poor Finn, but she was frustrated and...

Crap. She thought as she felt the hot tears slide down her face, cleansing it's path of any slushie. Finn noticed the tear almost immediately and sat her down on a stool.

"Okay, uh, don't cry. Kurt probably has some emergency slushie kit, right?" He asked the boy perched in the front row with a desperation evident.

"Of course I do." He replied. Hearing that made Quinn finally look up since she regained her sight. She watched Kurt walk over to her while placing his now open messenger bag on the piano. Rifling through it for a moment, he finally pulled out a tiny bottle of moisturizer and foundation...

Twenty minutes and three fussy applications of foundation, bronzer, and mascara later, the crisis was fully averted and Quinn's tears were nothing but droplets on the floor. She was now onto answering the eager questions of her classmates.

"So Karofsky and Azimio nailed you?" Puck asked, becoming slighly amused at the steely glare he recieved.

"In a nutshell." She answered him, her voice strained.

"Why?" Artie asked. He was concerned obviously.

"I don't know!" She replied. Getting flustered again, Quinn took a deep breath and sunk into her chair. It was only then she noticed that Finn was looking grumpily at his jacket on the back of her chair.

"I think they got slushie on it." He said quietly. Quinn couldn't help but fake-pout as she ruffled his hair a bit.

"Ooh!" the voice of...Rachel suddenly rang out. All eyes were on her in the back row as she began to search through her pencil case. In record time, she pulled out a marker. Or, at least that's what it looked like at first glance. Quinn was too busy wondering why Rachel wasn't belting out another break-up and/or revenge song at her to actually grasp what it was. "It's a Tide-To-Go." Rachel then explained. Grabbing it from Rachel, Quinn examined it further.

"Is it poisoned?" Finn asked. Quinn elbowed him hard enough that he was sharply inhaling and grabbing his ribcage.

"Of course not, Finn. I've learned that your feelings for Quinn will always linger on, and I've come to accept that as a personal hurdle that I've overcome on the road to fame." The female lead explained with a huge grin gracing her features. Only Quinn noticed Puck (seated next to Rachel) stealthily curl his arm around her lower back. She beamed brightly at him.

Making a mental note to watch those two like a hawk, she turned to Finn, who was still trying to figure out how to use the stick of detergent. She grunted and snatched the tube away from him, quickly rubbing at the purple mark on his jacket before returning it to Berry. Finn still had a confused look on his face.

"Oh yeah, they're back together." Mercedes laughed. The head cheerleader smiled at the realization.

They're back together.


Later that day, the McKinley High football field was jam-packed with football players and cheerleaders, each attempting to practice on the same field. The football players were scattered about the grassy painted lines while the cheerleaders were spread out on either side of it. Quinn liked the view from the sidelines, you had a clear view of everything going on in the actual football field. Occasionally, she'd clap or cheer when someone threw a decent pass or made an excellent tackle, but her trained eye was almost always focused on the bright red number five jersey. She knew all to well that Finn was a ten-year-old in a sixteen-year-old boy's body, and considering how big his team-mates are, things weren't going to go well if he said something, well...stupid.

When she was being raised by some of the stronger male Cheerios, she had a better view of things, of him. Usually he didn't do much but throw a few passes and talk to his team a huddle, like he was at the moment. She kept one hazel eye on his jersey as he apparently directed the other players. A few players' heads popped up all of a sudden and the jersey she was looking for disappeared, ending up on top of another one. She skillfully dropped down from the sets of arms holding her up and thoughtlessly jogged over to the scene.

She saw Puck standing nearby and stood behind him to try and sneak a peek at the action.

"What's going on?" She asked him, helplessly looking at her boyfriend beating another player senselessly.

"Finn and Azimio are going at it 'cause the dude called you easy or something." The rebel spouted out haphazardly. Quinn made another mental note to silently murder Azimio for that later, but focused her attention back to the scene in front of her.

It wasn't looking good for either of the two involved. There was blood dripping down the grates of Azimio's football helmet and his fists were swollen. Finn's helmet was also very bloody, and Quinn tried to ignore the cracking nose she heard when the boy he was fighting with got him in the chest. The wild whistling of Coach Beiste's whistle finally pulled the two burly teens off of each other, as well as dispersed the throng of onlookers.

That didn't mean Quinn was dispersed, though, at least not completely. She stuck close by and spied on the two as they recieved a stern talking to from their football coach. The blonde didn't hear every word of the scolding, but the words 'irresponsible', 'team', and variations of the word 'kill' did come up a lot. Finally the football players were dismissed to get their 'battle wounds' looked at. Quinn ambushed her boyfriend at the exit to the stadium.

"You've got to stop punching people, Finn." She said, a humorless laugh playing on her words. Finn sighed and ripped his helmet off.

"I know." He said. The two started walking as he spoke to her. "But Azimio just gets on my nerves. He's always messing with me. Talking about how I'm not man enough to be quarterback because of Glee, or how I'm an idiot for taking you back because you're a sl-nevermind." He explained. It didn't matter that Finn didn't say what his buddies were calling her; she knew. The word had been whispered behind her back for the past nine months, but each time it never seemed to sting less.

"And you chose to beat someone's brains out because of it this time." She finished for him.

"Well, yeah. I'm really sick of people saying stuff about things I care about. You know, Glee, our friends actually in Glee!" He said, then there was a quiet silence as he added "You." The butterflies in her stomach came alive, flapping their wings furiously against her now empty belly.

"It's good to know you care enough about me to want to kill people for saying stuff about me," She began. "but why not stick to slushies instead?" Quinn asked, pulling the towel off her neck and dabbing it at the cut splitting the skin on Finn's forehead. She felt him tense at even the gentlest dab, and it hurt her heart to see that.

"Because this way the corn syrup doesn't get in your eyes and sting and stuff." The male explained in his child-like manner. A full-hearted, joyous laugh rang out between the two of them, and at that moment, (although neither of them told the other) they were thinking the same thing:

This is perfect.

*Yeah, this chapter was a little fluffy, I think I may have gotten a cavity or two writing it :D I do like the way it turned out, though (which is a rare thing for me), so please review if you liked this and think I should keep going, it's really appreciated!*