FFdotnet seems to think I've done something really horrible once upon a time, considering the struggle I'm having to do pretty much anything around here, including updating this story.

I hope this time is the charm.


"Excuse me?" His voice came out so high pitched that Quinn couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"We don't actually have to date, Hummel, calm down."

Kurt rested a hand against his face, trying to do as she said. If he couldn't see how honest the girl was being with him, he would've sworn she was only trying to pull off a prank.

She bounced off the counter she'd been sitting on, brushing down her skirt. "Look, all we have to do is act like we're dating around the school, and the others will do the rest of the work."

If someone had told him a few days ago that Quinn Fabray would be asking him to "date" her, he would've laughed so much he'd probably cry. Letting out a breath, not even believing he was actually considering this, he asked, "Why me?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?"

He could think of a few answers. "Because while you're the head Cheerio, I'm so at the bottom of the school hierarchy that I don't even appear in it? Because you've never talked to me before this morning? Because we barely know each other? Because it's so obvious that I have much more of a fashion sense than you?"

Quinn smiled. "Do you really want me to answer each one of those?" Considering the way he was looking at her, she took the answer as an yes. "Alright. First of all, if you and I are 'dating'," she did air quotes, "you'll pretty much be at the top around here, too. Plus, the only reason I never talked to you is because..." Stopping for a moment, she thought about it. Why hadn't she ever talked to him? He seemed nice enough, even he did wear some strange things at times. But of course it wasn't that simple. It never was. "Well, just look at us. We're being constantly judged.

"You may think that just because I'm the head of the Cheerios people actually like me, but it is the exact opposite. They either fear me, are jealous of me, or just plain hate me. The difference between you and me when it comes to that is that they usually prefer to stab me on the back rather than throwing a slushie on my face.

"As for the rest of your arguments, this time is as good as any other to get to know each other, and if I dress so horribly, maybe you can help me with that."

She took a deep breath. Only God knows why the hell she just rambled on like that, so it'd probably be better if she just shut up. She was so distracted thinking about how her mother would react if she cursed like that out loud, that she missed what Kurt had said. "What was that?"

"I said," he drummed his fingers against his leg for a few moments before going on, "okay. I'll do it."


Short, I know, don't make me feel more guilty! You know, I'm just... setting the ground for some more and... and...

Oh man, I'm too much of a dork.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy this small update, since the next one is coming really soon.