AN-sorry for the over use of dialogue in this chapter, didn't really know how to get around it tbh.
Anyway here is another chapter, thanks everyone for reviewing and following. Love you guys.
Quinn has been on many dates in her life.
Her first date was with a boy called Tony, he lived around the corner from her home back in New Jersey, he didn't leave that much of an impression as she never bothered to remember his last name. He was fourteen and she was twelve. It was a simple date, they walked hand in hand to the cinema. His large finger engulfed hers, sweating the whole way there. Half way through the movie he tried to cop a feel. Quinn smacked him across the face then stormed out and making the journey home by herself.
Matthew Conway, her first boyfriend was everything her parents wanted for Quinn. Smart and handsome, the boy next door in every sense. On valentine's day he took her out for dinner, after a fairly enjoyable evening he drove them up to point park. After what would be considered a heavy make out session, she pushed him off and asked to be driven home. He called her a prude and bitch. They broke up. No tears were shed.
What all these dates had in common however is that Quinn was never nervous. She always had control. Yet, here she was up at seven am, having not really slept at all to begin with. Riddled with anxiety about picking up Rachel, as this wasn't even a date. Clothes were scattered all around her room. Adolescent teenage boys had cleaner rooms than she had that morning. Everything had to be perfect. This was her new start with Rachel.
"Why don't i have any clothes!" she yelled.
Her mother awoken by the commotion coming from her daughter, dragged herself out of bed and made her way across the hall. What she found was a distressed Quinn racing around the room, pulling random articles of clothing from within her wardrobe.
"Why are you making so much noise? What is with all the racket?"
"Isn't obvious? I have nothing to wear!"
"Watch your tone." Glancing around the room she saw several dresses sprawled out upon the bed with cardigans atop to match.
"I've no idea why you're making such a big deal of this, and at seven in the morning. Really Quinn?"
She proceeded to make her way downstairs, she was up and trying to get back to sleep would be effortless if her daughter was intent on continuing in her quest. In an attempt to end the process she shouted up from the bottom step "The yellow one." Yellow always looked good on her daughter.
8:30 am: She's been parked at the end of Rachel's block for ten minutes already
"Just drive up to the damn house. What is wrong with you?"
8:40 am: She still hasn't moved.
Closing the door, she locks it, checking just to make sure she has done so correctly, she makes her way towards the footpath. She anticipated Belle to have arrived already.
"I really thought she would show. Yesterday ended on such a positive note."
*Tap Tap*
Spooked she jumps, hand on heart.
"What in God's name are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry, you never showed. Considering that I thought you weren't going to and I obviously had to get to school somehow. Walking seemed like the most apparent way to do so. Although of course I am carrying pepper spray this time..." she stops "What is so funny?"
"Get in the car will you"
Beaming she walks to the passenger side, allowing herself to slide in, one foot after the other.
"May i ask, what exactly are you doing anyway? I mean just sitting here."
"Uhh i thought this one was your house. It was quite dark last night. Turned around i guess?"
"You usually answer questions with a question. Where you aware of that?" she giggles. The car starts without another word from either girl. She drives.
It takes twenty minutes driving to Mckinley high from Rachel's house, if traffic is good, and they get all green lights. Luckily for Quinn today was one of those days. Even still, twenty minutes was a long time for someone who was on edge.
"So uh, what did your parent say when you told them about yesterday?"
"I failed to mention it, My dad's have a predisposition to overreact. Quite like myself actually. And from what you said yesterday you seem to have dealt with the matter."
"Dads?"
"Oh right, yes. I forgot you're new. Yes i have two dads. They hired a surrogate to carry me and mixed their sperm together so they would never know who the biological father is. I love them both equally though. I'm daddies little princess and dads little star. I'd love for you to meet them sometime."
Quinn just nods. Her family isn't exactly considered conventional, who is she to judge. She does believe that the over sharing however could have been spared, she didn't really have to know about the sperm mixing did she.
A comfortable silence fills the car for the rest of the journey, the radio causing white noise.
Coming to a halt in a very packed parking lot they both unbuckle their seat belts. Quinn slightly stretches. Rachel reaches into the back of the car to retrieve her backpack.
"I can give you a ride home after school. I mean if you want."
"That won't be necessary, i have Glee practice after school, and seeing as i am co-captain it would be detrimental if I weren't in attendance. We have a competition coming up."
"Oh..."
"I've a marvellous idea, why don't you join? We are always looking more members...do you sing? Its fine if you can't, we have dancers too. Do you dance? Again not compulsory, every person helps. Everyone in Glee club would love to meet you, we rarely get people who move from New Jersey. Please?"
She radiates joy and enthusiasm; it's hard not to adopt her energy.
"I'll think about it."
They exit the car and head towards the school, entering and then heading their separate ways. Quinn casts a glance towards Rachel before she disappears,
"Maybe Glee club could be fun."
Quinn has final period free. She used that time to figure out where the Glee club was held, according to the brown haired receptionist it was within the choir room. Now she would walk around aimlessly until she came about it.
"You!"
She can't tell if it's directed at her, but she feels the need to turn round in response. When she does she comes face to face with one Sue Sylvester.
"What are you doing wondering the halls?"
"I'm heading to the choir room, for glee club"
"Glee club. You look like you have some semblance of intelligence, Glee club is nothing but a joke filled with loud mouth divas and curley haired vested man whores. Come talk to me, with bone structure like that you could be on the cheerios, if you lose a couple of pounds."
She disappeared as quickly as she came. Quinn was dazed by what had just occurred.
"what kind of people are they letting teach at this school?"
A bespectacled man sits behind a piano, several feet away from him there are chairs lined up in rows. She decides sitting at the back, the far corner will draw the least attention. Hopefully Rachel spots her before anyone else. She hasn't been a bitch to anyone in hours, and she's pretty sure the first person to eye her suspiciously will be on the receiving end of scary Quinn.
People begin to make their way into the once empty room. She keeps an eye out for Rachel, but others make it into the room before the tiny brunette. Two girls in cheerio uniforms make their way into the room, pinkies interlocked, they're whispering-intimately. Upon noticing Quinn they stop momentarily before sitting down in the front row, on the opposite side of the room. More people enter, until the room is full. They all look at Quinn from time to time, trying to figure out why exactly she is there to begin with. She hears Rachel before she sees her. She emerges through the door laughing, arms interlinked with a boy whose fashion sense is one that is clearly too radical for a small town like Lima.
"Belle! I'm so glad you decided to join us. Glee club members, this is Belle. She's new and i have recruited her to join us."
"Whatever hobbit, as long as i don't have to fight her for solos,"
"Santana do you really need to take every opportunity to insult me, we're team mates now the least you could do is try and act like one"
"I do what i wants. I'm a bitch, i tell the truth and people love me for it."
There are a few stifled giggles. Quinn watches the interaction with concern; this Santana girl could be a problem. They were going to butt heads at some point and it would not be pretty.
"Alright guys, sectionals are coming up and we need a playlist..."
This must be the vested man that deranged teacher was speaking of, she laughs slightly at her realization.
"Oh i see we have a new member."
Quinn breaks her eye contact with the back of Rachel's head, and looks up to see every person looking in her direction.
"It's Qu-Belle. Belle." Really need to start practicing saying that name out loud.
"Come on up and sing something" Before she has a chance to decline, Rachel turns around and grabs her by the hand, pulling her up to stand beside Mr. Shue, before she immediately takes her seat back in what is now the audience.
"I haven't anything prepared, I don't even know if i can sing."
Noah "Puck" Puckerman was considered charismatic and charming. However, his charm could be regarded as unpolished. In the sense that while most charming men open doors for women and buy them flowers, Puck would charm his way into their bedrooms with his guitar playing and bad boy persona. Yes to be Puck was every seventeen year old boys dream. He had the looks and girls throwing themselves at him. He was a star football player, and he was a member of the glee club.
He did however have flaws too. For one he was flunking every class, not because he wasn't smart but because he never applied himself. Another flaw was his inability to ever be on time. And that is why he was running through the halls; glee club had started five minutes ago. Rachel was going to chew his ear off for being late yet again.
Gripping onto the door frames of the choir room he launched himself inside, out of breath and gasping for air. Leaning over to try and intake as much oxygen as he could, he failed to notice the blonde standing beside Mr. Shue.
"Sorry guys, I was talking to one of the cheerios, The Puckmeister got himself a date for toni...Quinn?"