Rachel peered around the picnic area, trying to look for an empty or semi-empty table. She didn't want to force her company on other people but she didn't want to sit alone either. She'd be trying to find a crowd to hang out with for the past couple of days. She suddenly saw the Santana girl waving her over to a table in the corner and shade. She saw a tall, skinny blonde sitting next her, giggling. She clutched her paper sack and walked over.
"Hey new meat." Santana chuckled and the blonde laughed. "Uh, hey." Rachel grabbed the PB & J sandwich out of her paper sack and tore the plastic off. She noticed neither of the girls were eating. "Aren't you two hungry?" She took a bite and looked at both of them. Santana laughed and bit her lip while the blonde stifled a giggle. "No, we ate before. This is Brittany Pierce by the way." Brittany smiled and held out her pinky instead of her full hand. Rachel wrapped her own tiny pinky around it and tugged a little. She went back to eating her sandwich and sipping on the small jug of milk she had. She noticed Santana smiling at her. "What?" She asked, covering her mouth since she was still chewing. "Oh, well," Santana tightened her low pony and leaned in closer to Rachel "-I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out with me, Brittany, and Quinn this Friday night. We need a new addition to our crew." Rachel creased her brows. New addition? She noticed Brittany knit her brows and stare worriedly at Santana. "Britt, don't worry. I'm gonna talk to Quinn about it." Santana laced her arm around the blonde and brought her closer. "Um, may I ask who Quinn is?" Rachel wiped her mouth off with the sleeve of her jacket. She noticed Santana roll hey eyes and Brittany laugh back at her. "That's just like the bitch, Jesus Christ." Santana looked around, as if whoever she was calling 'that bitch' was going to be right next to her. "Quinn is the pink haired chain smoker you probably see hanging out under the big chapel window every afternoon break." Rachel had a flash of the odd tattoo appear in her mind. Also the fact she had never introduced herself. "Fabray is her last name and Lucy is her real first name, but she'll kill you if you ever call her that." Santana winked, but there seemed to be some kind of dark humor under the remark. "All three of us girls go see a movie or get pizza or something every Friday. We need a fourth person to hang with us." Santana flipped her ponytail behind her should and smiled. "We plan to meet in the park this Friday." Rachel took another sip of milk and asked "The park? Isn't that a little far away, plus it's cold this time of the year." Santana eyed her up and down and whispered to Brittany. The blonde stared at Rachel while Santana whispered. She nodded and patted Santana on the back. "Just meet us there by nine thirty." Santana gave a small, devilish smile and put her hand on Brittany's leg. Brittany giggled. Were the two dating? Rachel wasn't sure how good her gay-dar was. Brittany grasped her hand back and smiled widely. "Just meet us there by 8 o'clock, 'kay?" Santana and Brittany got up, both waving back to Rachel alone at the table now. She quickly finished her sandwich and went to go to her next class.
Rachel stepped into the literature classroom. Her older teacher looked up and waved. Rachel gave a small smile back and looked around for a seat. The class had no assigned seating and instead of desks, there were five round tables. She noticed Quinn Fabray at one of them. She gulped down her fear and decided that if they were going to hang out on Friday, she needed to talk to her at least a little. She saw Quinn look up and smirk. "Mind if I sit here?" She placed her books on the table anyway. Quinn nodded and turned to face Rachel. "Make yourself at home, new meat." Quinn scooted her books a little ways away and tapped her fingers on the textbook next to her. "What's your name?" Rachel looked up and saw Quinn with her arms crossed. "Rachel Berry. I'm from Ohio." She brushed her skirt nervously and straightened her collar. "Ha ha, wow, must have been shitty." Quinn moved her position, placing her hand against the side of her face and leaning forward. "What brought you here?" Rachel bit her lip. Quinn was so intense. Her eyes looked almost red in the dim light of the classroom and she smelled like cigarettes mixed with sandalwood. "My dads wanted to get out of the little town, Lima. They both work from home, so they can still have a steady job." Rachel wasn't sure why she said that part, but she felt she needed the conversation to keep going. Quinn tapped her long black nails on the table and looked into Rachel's eyes for an extended period of time. She felt the need to move, but couldn't look away. Quinn finally peered down and licked her lips. "So, has Santana talked to you again?" "Uhm, yeah. She wants me to meet you guys at the park this Friday." Quinn's face dropped a bit and Rachel pursed her lips. Was she wrong? Was she not supposed to tell her? Was Santana just fucking with her? "But uh, if you don't want me to. I…" Quinn looked Rachel in the eye and gave a sly smile. "No, no. You're welcome to come. Just know we can get a little out of hand." Rachel leaned back a little, scared of Quinn's smile. It wasn't a happy one. "Well, do you drink? I mean, I never have, but some of the kids at my old school did. I've only been to two parties and they had alcohol, so…" Rachel realized she was talking too much and looked down. Quinn chuckled, staring at the deep red carpet "You could say something like that." She looked back up at Rachel, her longer silver earring twirling. Rachel noticed her lick her teeth. Two of them looked sharp. But that was just a genetic mutation type situation, right? Yeah, it had to be. Or maybe she was just trying to reassure herself. Quinn turned her body to the chalk board and crossed her arms "Get ready for class, new meat."