"Belle? That's a very pretty name, but i'm sure you get that a lot- and not just in reference to your name." Rachel blushed as the last words fell from her lips,

unable to hide her embarrassment she allowed her gaze to land upon the floor.

"Mmm, yeah I guess...I mean I suppose," Quinn trailed off trying hard to keep her composure but her rose tinted cheeks gave her away. She wasn't really

certain as to why she was trying to keep her composure to begin with. She was a Fabray damnit. Well technically now she was a Blake, do Blake's blush and

ramble? "God I've been a Blake for less than a day. Pull yourself together!" she chastised. Quinn became so engrossed in her own thoughts that the final bell

startled her, the first thing she saw was Rachel marching out the exit. She was already in a brisk walk following Rachel before she had time to process it. Using

her shoulders for leverage she pushed through the doors, only to be blinded by the suns unforgiving rays. Quinn staggered into the car park sightless, opening

and closing her eyes in an effort to fight off the temporary darkness. Regaining the use of her eyes she frantically searched for any sign of Rachel, only to

discover an empty car park. Deflated and disappointed in not getting to speak more with the girl she decided she had had enough of being "Belle Blake" for the

day, and headed home to the comfort of her family.

"How was everyone's day?" questioned her father. It was untypical of him. He'd usually never be this home early, or this interested in any of their days. But

with a new start came a new Russell. With a new start came Fred. And Fred was an all American dad, kissed his wife when he came home, hugged the kids,

said grace at dinner. Yeah, Fred would be normal and wholesome. Well that was the plan. "Fine" came a unison answer, too short for an honest answer.

However, Fred was new to all this so he didn't know "Fine" meant anything but.

The Fabray's sat down at the dining table, all being suspiciously quite, each lost in their own thoughts. Quinn more so than the rest of her family, sure her

mother had blown up a grocery store, and her brother had also been called to the principal's office for blackmailing his history teacher, but Quinn didn't know

any of this. And the family didn't know about Quinn's encounter, either of them.

Why couldn't she get the Rachel Berry out of her head? Was it because for the first time since she could remember someone had gotten in her way and hadn't

been put in their place? Or maybe it was because the girl left her standing like a fool in the hallway. Whatever it was Quinn couldn't put her finger on it and it

was driving her insane. So insane that she had began to spell Rachel with her peas, realising what exactly she was doing she lifted the plate from table and

emptied the contents straight into the bin. She wasn't really that hungry anymore.

Lying down on her bed, music blurring, Quinn tried to clear her mind; at this moment in time she was preoccupied with a black dot on her ceiling. Unsure as to

whether it was a dot or a bug, because she found the longer she stared the more it seemed to move, and yet it never did. Distraction became so scarce she

even tried doing her homework-which she now knew was a pointless endeavour to begin with. Quinn would fall asleep that night thinking of only one thing,

one person and one solution.

She walked down the halls of Mckinley, head held high and a look that can only be described as determined. She would get Rachel out of her head, even if that

meant keeping her out of sight. Out of sight out of mind, that's what they say right? The only way Quinn knew how to ensure Rachel would stay out of sight

was to break her, and she would every insult in her artillery if it accomplished it. She strolled past the jocks, who in return responded with multiple wolf

whistles, they would pay for that later. Right now her sights where locked on Rachel, who at that very moment was rummaging through her locker. Without a

second thought Quinn bumped into Rachel, making it the second time she did so but this time she ready. Regaining her balance Rachel turned to see who

exactly had forced her an extra few feet down the hall. Upon her gaze meeting Quinn's a smile developed across her face, "you seem to have a tendency to

collide with me don't you?" she spoke playfully. Quinn forced a sly grin, this time she will do what she should have the first time. "You have a tendency to be

invisible don't you? Watch where you are standing, I won't be so polite if it ever happens again." Satisfied with her remark she began to continue strolling

down the hall, only to be grabbed by the wrist. To say electricity coursed through Quinn's body would imply an attraction, which could just not possibly be true;

therefore no electricity coursed through her body. She shook her arm free, causing Rachel to yet again lose her balance, before she had time to regain her

stability Quinn pushed her back, back connecting to the hard cold metal lockers. "Don't ever touch me again manhands! The only way you have permission is

when my fist connects with that schnauzer of yours. Got it?" Rachel's face fell. Her shoulders slouched. When she threatened people usually it never elicits this

reaction. No, she was used to fear or panic or a look of complete terror, but never, what was this- disappointment. Rejection. Hopelessness.

Quinn faltered for only a moment, only a moment that was all it took. Quinn began to regret everything that had just occurred. Her face began to soften, but it

was too late, the damage had been done. "Fine" a single word was uttered from the petite girl as she meekly manoeuvred her way around Quinn, where her

hurried walk soon escalated into a run. Looking around she noticed a crowd had been witnessing the encounter. Whispering soon followed. One large football

player could be heard more so than the others, clearly the word whisper was missing from his dictionary as he could be clearly heard saying "the new girl just

put the loser in her place." This was what she wanted. A reputation for being a bad girl. For Rachel to be out of sight. If this was what she wanted then why

did she feel so unhappy? For once in Quinn Fabrays life she wished to be invincible. She wanted to chase after Rachel and apologise, but she couldn't-her plan

had worked. All that was left to do now was continue to class and she did, the crowd parted as she walked. This would once have made her famous smirk

appear, but all Quinn could muster was a stoic face.

She could make this better, there had to be some way to make the guilt subside. She wanted to stop thinking about Rachel and her plan for out of sight was

obviously backfiring as all she had done since this morning was think of her. The look on her face when Quinn threatened her was repeating over and over in

her head, eating away at her. Why did she care about what she had done to the girl? What made her so special? She was small in stature, large nose, she

didn't understand fashion if those stupid reindeer jumpers where anything to go by, and yet she liked that she was small. She found it cute. And her nose,

while prominent only drew attention to her face which was beautiful. She even found her clothing endearing. "Wait a second, did I just call her cute and

beautiful. No, no, no! This can't be happening, I'm not...I definitely don't like her." Quinn has been referred to as many things over her lifetime, and stubborn

was one of them. When her parents told her she was going to have a baby brother she was adamant that it was not going to happen. When she found out

they were being moved to Lima Ohio she refused to leave her room barricading herself inside. And when she was fourteen and Susie Baxter kissed her on the

fourth of July she refused to allow herself to enjoy it. So when she thought she might have feelings for one Rachel Barbra Berry she outright lied to herself. Yes

Quinn was many things, and now she was in denial.