Ok, so I felt too guilty for posting a chapter as short as that one, so I decided to post another one. Then I noticed that the next one was even shorter. Yeah...
So as to keep my conscience clean before I go to sleep (yes, I'm that much of a dork), I'm posting a two-in-one chapter.
Hope you enjoy it. :)
When she entered the school the next morning, followed by a loyal pack of Cheerios, Quinn had one goal set on her mind: find the perfect (fake) boyfriend.
The Cheerios behind her were babbling on about the hottest football players on the school team - the most mentioned one being, of course, Puck. They also talked a lot about Finn, and Quinn thought that maybe he'd be a good candidate for her. He was, after all, the star quarterback of the football team (if one could say there was a such a thing as a "star" in that team), and she was the head cheerleader. It'd be expected for them to be with each other - just another high school cliché.
She was telling herself she'd go looking for him before the school day was over when she saw a bunch of football players grouped around someone's locker.
There was no need to lead the rest of the Cheerios towards the scene, because they were already going there. Rolling her eyes to herself, Quinn did the same, with two Cheerios that were too scared to go there without her unspoken permission at her sides. They could be cute, but God, those cheerleaders were annoying.
Being the head Cheerio with the perfect confidence mask on meant not having to suffer painful pangs of elbows into your ribs as you try to walk along the hallway; people just open way as you come closer, which is why it didn't take much effort for Quinn to be able to see what was happening.
Azimio and some of his buddies were shoving a much smaller boy around, laughing as they did so. While Quinn just raised her eyebrow at the sight of the fashionably-clad boy slamming loudly into the lockers behind him, the Cheerios around her were quick to join the jocks' mocking with giggles and sarcastic comments. They were also quick to silence themselves when they saw the annoyed look Quinn shot them.
The football players quickly got bored of teasing the boy and went on to find another victim. With a wave of her hand, Quinn dismissed the Cheerios that were still around her, and approached the boy fixing his very expensive looking sweater.
"Name?"
He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow that made her think of herself. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," he replied. She smirked when she saw there was absolutely no intimidation showing in his eyes, despite obviously knowing who she was. It was a nice change from the usual attitute she got. "What may I do to serve you, my Queen?" he then asked, bowing ironically. She would've laughed at that, if it weren't for her HBIC disguise being on.
So instead of laughing, she gave him the quickest of smiles before leaving for her Calculus class, leaving an annoyed looking Kurt Elizabeth Hummel behind.
Kurt wasn't expecting Quinn Fabray to come talk to him again. Why would she, honestly? She probably didn't even know who the hell he was before this morning, when she, for some unknown reason, asked him his name. Who knew what went on inside that girl's head...
Fact was, pretty much nobody talked to him at school. He didn't know whether the fact he now actually wore clothes he wanted to wear made his sexuality too obvious or if it was just the fact he was nowhere near the top of the social hierarchy. Probably some combination of both.
As much as he'd always been terrified that someone or something would have him out of the closet before he was ready, he wouldn't give up on his precious fashion - the precise reason the jocks insisted on giving him so much of their attention.
He wasn't as afraid of the students reactions if he came out of the closet as much as he was of his father's. His father loved him, he had no doubt, but he didn't know how he'd react upon finding out that his son was gay. For the other people at school, he was already a loser; for his father, he was the only thing left in the world. He didn't want that to be taken away.
Of course that didn't mean he appreciated being "slushied" on the face just when he was on his way to class from lunch. One of the jocks passing by him when he was trying to get early to class just happened to decide that his Marc Jacobs sweater needed some more blue in it, so Kurt was greeted with a blueberry-flavored slushie thrown right at him.
He couldn't help stopping on his tracks, the sound of the jock's laughter ringing in his ears as his mouth fell open at feel of the freezing drink dripping down his face and neck towards his two hundred dollar sweater.
After a few moments, he wiped his face harshly, then stormed into the guys' bathroom to try and clean himself up before class started. He had barely started to try to salvage his sweater when he heard the bell for class ring, causing him to slam the wet paper towel on the sink counter and curse under his breath.
Apparently it wasn't enough that he would have to get in late for his Geography class, because he heard someone ask him:
"So, are you gay?"
Turning around quickly, Kurt found himself face to face with Quinn Fabray again. "Excuse me?"
"Because I am," she said nonchalantly. "Well, okay, let's say 'bisexual'."
He looked at her.
She looked back.
He blinked once.
He blinked twice.
"W-what?" he finally managed to croak out.
She seemed annoyed for a few moments before she took some paper towels, wet them, and started wiping gently at his face. "Breathe, Hummel, you look like a fish out of the water."
Just then he realized his mouth was still hanging open in surprise, so he closed it. He couldn't even stop her from helping him as he normally would have; all his mind could focus on was that the Queen Bee Quinn Fabray had just told him she was gay out of nowhere. And... "Wait, why are you in the men's bathroom?"
She smirked and shrugged "I needed to talk to you." Stepping back, she threw away the completely blue-stained paper towels she'd used to clean his face. "So?"
He just looked at her. "'So' what?"
"Are you gay?"
Kurt blushed bright pink, before squeaking out a "no".
Quinn sighed again. "Look, I get that you're trying to protect yourself, really, and I might have the solution for you."
"Who are you?" he blurted out. He didn't even realize he had said it out loud until she giggled. She giggled. Quinn Fabray had just giggled amicably at him.
"Just me. Just Quinn."
"Gay."
"Yeah."
"Gay Quinn."
"Okay, this is getting old really fast."
She smiled again, this time at how Kurt's ears were as pink as his cheeks. Kurt couldn't believe that this girl standing right in front of him was the one on the top of the high school pyramid. Well, he actually could believe it, because it was hard not to admit it was her - it was everything there, from the blond hair that looked oh so soft (and she probably didn't even have to spend hours on it to make it look like that), to the Cheerios uniform fitting her curves perfectly.
There was one thing missing, though. Kurt couldn't see any trace of the usual smugness on her expression, not one bit of the usual HBIC stance.
Seeing as Kurt didn't show signs of talking any time soon, Quinn perched herself up onto the sink counter. "Look, Hummel, here's the deal. I can prevent you from being pushed, slushied and thrown into the garbage, at the same time that I can protect myself."
Finally starting to regain his diva-like composure, Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"You need people to stop wondering if you're gay, and I need to prevent people to start wondering if I'm gay."
She was interrupted by some dorky looking boy entering the bathroom. Kurt watched in amazement as the Quinn he was used to seeing around the hallways came back full-force. She shot the poor boy a look that sent him tripping out over his own feet. He was even more amazed to see her drop that posture when she was sure the boy had gone away.
"Like I was saying..." She paused and looked at him weirdly, only now noticing the look on his face. "What?"
"Uh, nothing. What is this magical solution of yours, anyway?"
"Simple. All you have to do is be my boyfriend."
Thank you for reading so far, I hope you'll stick around.
I also really appreciate the feedback on this, thank you so much. :)
