Mr. Schuster called the thirteen teens to attention. "I was thinking that we work on a song just for fun. Our songs for Regional's can take a day off, don't you agree? So if anyone has any ideas, feel free to throw them out there."

"Mr. Schue, I'd like to propose a song." Rachel stood up, "I think that we should sing a song by Taylor Swift. Perhaps Love Story? Taylor Swift is an amazing singer, although I don't have the same style as her, I'd be up for the challenge."

Santana sneered, "Berry, sit down. I was thinking we could do some Lady Gaga or something." Several nods of approval were tossed at Santana's idea.

Rachel frowned, "Lady Gaga is a lovely performer, but to achieve her sound, we'd need machines. No one is able to sing like that without some help."

Although reluctant, Mr. Schuster agreed. "Rachel's right, guys. I'm sorry Santana, but no Lady Gaga songs." Disappointed groans followed.

"Can I make a suggestion, Mr. Schuster?" Vallen spoke up.

"Sure thing."

"Well, I heard this song and it's kind of catchy, so it stuck with me. I was thinking that we could sing Good Girls Go Bad by Cobra Starship. Just something fun, you know?"

Everyone nodded their appreciation and Mr. Schuster grinned, "Good Girls Go Bad it is then. I'll have the music by our next meeting. Thank you Vallen for the suggestion. Now, back to Regional's stuff."

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"Quinn Fabray, may I walk you to your car?" Vallen asked when rehearsal was over.

Quinn nodded, "Sure."

"Brilliant, do you have all of your things?"

"Yeah."

"Then by all means, lead the way." The two walked onto the parking lot, slowly making their way to Quinn's car.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but you have an amazing voice. Way better than my own."

"Why thank you. Although, I must disagree. Your voice is outstanding, Miss Fabray. My voice is nothing against yours."

Quinn blushed and bit her lip, "Thanks. So, how do you like McKinley so far?"

"McKinley is fantastic. Very welcoming, nice people," he smiled at her then continued, "It's a hard school not to like. My favorite thing about this school is the Glee club. All my friends in one place, it's nice."

"Yeah...well, this is my car." Quinn stated as they stopped in front of a small, red vehicle.

"Then I guess that's my cue to leave. This was a very pleasant walk, Miss Fabray. I'm hoping we can have one again sometime, preferably outside of school. But if that is too sudden, then I am perfectly fine with just a walk at school."

"N-No, we-we can walk together outside of school. I'm free on Saturday."

"Perfect. We'll talk tomorrow, yes?"

"Yeah," Quinn opened the door and sat down in her car.

"Drive safely, Miss Quinn Fabray. Until tomorrow," he gently bowed his head and left.

Quinn sighed. What have I gotten myself into?

---

"Hey Vallen!" Finn called the British man after he walked away from Quinn's car.

Vallen turned toward the voice and greeted the quarterback, "Hello Finn. Did you need something?"

"Uh...can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Do you like Quinn?"

"Yes, indeed I do."

"Well...there's a lot you don't know about her. Like she's having m-"

"It's alright Finn. I intend to learn as much as I can about her on Saturday."

"S-Saturday? What-what's Saturday?"

"I will be taking Miss Fabray out. Maybe just a stroll around town so we can talk."

Finn's eyebrows furrowed, "You're taking her on a date?"

"Well, we haven't really talked about it yet. I plan on getting more details about it tomorrow," Vallen shifted his eyes to the right of Finn. "I'm terribly sorry, but I must go. My ride is here. I'll see you tomorrow, Finn."

Finn watched as Vallen headed towards a limousine then entered the car. What the hell? Who is this guy?

---

"What are the plans, Mr. Walker?" Quinn smiled as they left Quinn's aunt's house.

"Well, Miss Fabray, I thought that we'd take a walk around town and get to know each other. A game of questions perhaps?" Vallen shrugged. "I'm sort of just winging it. My main goal was to know more about you, everything else I was hoping would just fall into place."

"Okay, do you mind if I go first?"

"Please do."

"Alright, do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Sadly no. I am an only child. I've always wanted a little sister though. People have been watching over me my entire life. I wanted to be able to do that for someone. I wanted to be the big brother that someone turned to and scare away potential boyfriends. And you?"

"I have an older sister. She's married and off with her husband somewhere."

"So Quinn Fabray is the baby of the family?" Vallen grinned.

"I was," Quinn whispered. Until my parents practically disowned me.

Vallen's face scrunched up in confusion, "You were? Aren't you still-?"

"Y-Yeah. I-I meant I'm not anymore since I'm all grown up and everything." I can't believe I almost told him.

"Oh, right. Is it my question?"

"Sure."

"What is your favorite flower?"

"My favorite flower?" Quinn repeated.

Vallen nodded.

"Well, I haven't really thought about it, but daisies are nice."

"Daisies. I have read once, that they symbolize innocence, loyal love, purity, and gentleness. Such beautiful qualities, interesting choice Miss Fabray."

Quinn bit her lip, "Here's a question, why don't you ever just call me Quinn?"

The British man chuckled, "How long has that question been on your mind?"

"Well, I've noticed that you call everyone by their first names, but you call me Miss Fabray, or Miss Quinn Fabray, or Quinn Fabray. It's never just Quinn."

"Does it bother you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Not exactly, it just..." turns me to jello every time. But other than that, "it doesn't bother me, I'm just wondering."

"I'm afraid I can't give you a proper answer. I don't even know why. Though I think it's because, if I call you Quinn, it'll be too common. There are several hundreds of people in the world with that name. But there is only one you, one Quinn Fabray. And someone as special and unique as you should be separated from the rest...well at least I think so. Thus, I call you Quinn Fabray."

"Oh," Quinn blushed. This is about the fiftieth time I've blushed since he's arrived. How embarrassing.

"Oh indeed. Alright, if you could have anything in the world, what would it be?"

A one way ticket out of Lima...or the perfect family for my baby to be raised in. "Happiness," Quinn's eyes widened when she realized what she just said. She looked at Vallen and found him nodding.

"I see. Happiness is never permanent, so people never really realize if they've experienced it or not. Of all the answers I have received, I have never gotten that one. You astound me Miss Fabray." Vallen looked amused.

"What would you want?"

"If I could have anything, I would want the gift of helping someone. Completely changing their life for the better. That in my conscience, I know that I have finally done something right for this world."

Quinn's smile was cut off by Vallen gently leading her off the sidewalk into a restaurant. "Where-?"

"Alright, I lied. There was sort of a plan," he turned away from her to talk to the maître d'. "Reservation for Walker, Vallen."

"Right this way sir," the gentleman led them to a table.

Vallen pulled out the seat for Quinn and apologized, "Sorry for not telling you. In a way, I guess it was a surprise."

Quinn grinned, "It's alright." Okay, I'll admit it. I may have a tiny crush on him.

"Quinn, Vallen! What are you doing here?" Finn yelled as he arrived at their table, Rachel in hand.

"Finn, Rachel, what are you two doing here?" Quinn questioned. What the hell does he think he's doing?

Rachel spoke up, "I actually have no idea. Finn just decided to pull me in here."

"Excuse me Sir, Madame, you should not be here," the host, Roger, said when he saw the two. "I'm sorry Mr. Walker."

Vallen waved his hand, "It's perfectly fine. In fact, would it be alright if we had two more chairs and menus?"

"Not at all. I'll be right back."

"I would be glad to help carry those chairs."

"Mr. Walker, I couldn't-"

"It's fine, Roger. Quinn, I'll be right back. Finn, Rachel, I'll be right back with your chairs and menus. Make yourselves comfortable." Vallen left with Roger to get the extra items.

Quinn glared at the two 'date crashers', "Finn, Rachel, what the hell are you two doing here?" she whispered angrily.

"Like I said before, I have no idea," Rachel answered.

"Finn?" Quinn slightly raised her voice.

"We just saw you two and thought it'd be cool to have a double date," Finn quickly looked away from Quinn's piercing glare.

Vallen returned with the two chairs and menus, then sat at his seat next to Quinn. He whispered, "I hope you don't mind that I invited them without your consent."

Quinn shook her head, "No, it's cool." Finn, what are you up to?

Finn kept his head down at the menu. Crap. Quinn looks pissed. Rachel doesn't look to happy either.

Rachel glared at Finn. This date is so going on my MySpace blog as worst date ever.

Vallen smiled. Lima definitely has the nicest people. I'm sure to make lasting friendships and hopefully, something more.

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