She awakes to a ringing. A constant buzzing. She's aware it's the alarm, a regular occurrence this late in her life. The same alarm that goes off every day, like clockwork, and yet she can't be bothered. Her body refuses to acknowledge this preconceived knowledge. Usually her body is awaiting the familiar melody, anticipating it, but not today. She hits snooze, before rolling over, and curling into as small a shape as she can muster. Squeezing her eyes shut, blocking out the light of day.
She can't let guilt guide her day, refuses to actually. Quinn was stubborn, many a time it had been said by strangers, her family, by herself. Mostly, she was completely stubborn to her own emotions. "It was her own fault," crossed her mind as she brushed her teeth. "Had it coming!" her thoughts grew in contempt and anger, anything to distract herself from the guilt rising from the pits of her stomach. Quinn even dared to think that Rachel would thank her. This was the one thing she knew was beyond a complete truth. "You are in witness protection, and that's more conceivable than a thank you for hitting the bully. Who by the way, is more of a dick than a friend." She needed to believe Rachel would thank her, that she wouldn't hold anything against her. That she'd get to school and be greeted with that Rachel Berry smile. Where she tilts her head slightly to the left, and crosses her hands behind her back after pushing stray hairs behind her ears. Slowly biting her lip with nerves, before glancing down and back up.
Rachel didn't just use her mouth to smile, her body smiled.
Quinn had learnt over the years, that while she could at times convince people to come round to her way of thinking, that in most cases what she wanted them to think and what they actually thought was always completely different. She needed Rachel to thank her, but knew deep down that she was more likely to be struck by lightning. Twice. On a clear day.
She knows that it's coming to the point that if she didn't leave within the next few minutes that she would be late. Rachel Berry had never been late. Prided herself in this fact, she beamed with pleasure as that award was given to her every year. That seemed insignificant now. What was she going to do, add to her resume, "I have never been late a day in my life."
She decides she needs to move before her father's start to worry. She slinks herself off the side of her bed, dragging her body to the bathroom. "No time for the daily regime," she brushes her teeth, washes her face with cold water and pulls her hair back in a pony tail. "Adequate."
Clothes are usually set out the night before, with plenty of options to choose from encase she decides she wants something different. She never did leave any outfits out last night. Jeans and a T-shirt are lifted from the hangers. "Again adequate."
It's sharp and hard, and colliding with her left shoulder before she even realises what "it" was. A bang echoes throughout the partially filled hallways. It's 9:00am, people are still flocking in through the doors, no one ever really seemed to be early at McKinley. Well except Rachel.
Locker locks shake untamed, growing louder as the vibrations carry. All eyes gaze in the direction of the initial bang. It was a sight never seen before, and probably one that never would be seen again. One for the McKinley High history books. A flustered Brittany pushing Belle right against the lockers. Her right hand rose to strike her face, while a panicked Santana fought to restrain her. Brittany was very much a pacifist; everyone wondered what the new girl could have possibly done to set "Buddha Pierce" off.
"How dare you! You just left her there!" her voice quietens, "What if something had happened to her?" She shakes free of Santana's hold before rushing off down the parted hallway.
"Sorry B, We'll talk later," leaves Santana's mouth before she follows off after her very clearly upset girlfriend.
Quinn's not really sure which interaction has thrown her off more; the one with Brittany or the one with Santana. \Then she sees her standing several feet away, hand covering her mouth in shock. Rachel witnessed it all. Not even her own persuasive thoughts could comfort her now. Rachel would never forgive her.
Just a little quick chapter as i had the scene in my head for ages, and finally figured what to write. Writing is hard, why did no one tell me this before i started attempting it?
Thanks for reading again anyone that is. :)