Title: The Skanks
Fandom: Glee
Pairing(s): Quinn/undetermined and Klaine
Summary: Thanks to The Skanks, this was a summer Quinn would never forget.
Warnings: Swearing, possible fem!slash (undetermined), OOC-ness, AU-ish, etc.
Rating: T
Word Count: 647
Song: Bitches- Mindless Self Indulgence
a/n1: I'll wait until chapter four to make a decision on who Quinn will be with. For that reason, please list a person (other than Finn) that you would like Quinn paired with. You can vote with either: Rachel, Puck, an OC, or a character not mentioned. Please specify when you review so I can determine a pairing! Obviously it will be short lived with angst since this is the summer and Quinn gets badass during it. :P
Disclaimer: Do not own Glee! :D
"Sparkling apple cider: the fizzy fancy drinks at those chastity balls?" Quinn said for the umpteenth time. The cashier gave Quinn a funny look, a cross between confusion and amusement. Quinn rolled her eyes and stalked away, going to the water and soda aisle to find it herself.
Idly, she ran her hands across some brightly coloured pop bottles. She could always buy those Chubby sodas and claim they were exotic fruit flavours. Grabbing a few bottles of soda she was startled, for only a moment, when hand rested itself firmly on her shoulder.
Quinn shrugged the hand off, her ice queen stare working its way on her face. "Excuse me, what do think your doing?" she said, injecting a little venom into her words. Quinn saw a short, chubby black girl—with a scary resemblance to Mercedes (minus the Technicolor-zebra part). Her expression looked fierce and her hair was fiercer—untamed and cut to imperfect perfection.
"Excuse me? More like excuse yourself! Girl, that's my selection of drinks. Back your freight-train-behind up and move along!"
Quinn arched an eyebrow, un-amused. "No. Stop acting like a two-year and realize there's plenty to go around." Quinn grabbed some more bottles and as the girl tried to touch her again, Quinn swifly moved back. "See? Plenty left. Go get a cart or something and load it up—then see where your hips are at in a week." she said, with mock nonchalance. She knocked shoulders with the girl who screeched with outrage, her hips swaying with attitude as she left.
'Take that.' Quinn thought, the same thrill from this morning coursing through her veins and tingling in her spine. She felt on top, in power with this new found attitude—it wasn't like she hadn't been full of attitude before, it's just after becoming a nobody and not a head cheerleader, there hadn't been a chance to exercise that power.
As Quinn went to the checkout, feeling like a head Cheerio, she completely missed the pissed looked on the other girl's face which had slowly dissipated to intrigue.
Quinn was in the parking lot when she was approached.
Two hands pushed Quinn at her car, Quinn stumbling forward and face smacking against the window. It felt awfully a lot like Santana throwing her up against the McKinley lockers. Quinn made no sound, instead turning on her heel to face her assaulter. 'Great, just what I needed. Someone trying to steal my money.' Quinn thought, unimpressed. Her luck seemed to be running dry these days.
Instead of a burly man covered in black clothing like Quinn had originally assumed, it was that stupid girl again—her nostrils were flared with anger and her eyes appeared to be flashing like a wild animal. "Are you serious?" Quinn droned.
"Shut up. Now listen here princess." The girl said as Quinn rolled her eyes and started getting her keys out. "I know you were the head cheerleader for awhile—hell, you even got knocked up."
"Oh please like that is anything new." Quinn bit out. Hearing about her past mistakes was only making her feel more and more irritated.
"And suddenly you're not on top of a gold pedestal anymore. You're just a nobody. With a lot of sass and attitude who thinks she can get away with anything." The girl pushed Quinn against the car again, Quinn nearly dropping her keys. The girl went to push her again but Quinn grabbed her wrist, digging her manicured nails in hard.
"Keep. You hands. Off me." hissed the blonde. She glared hard at the girl. "Touch me again and I'll have you charged for assault." The girl tried to say something but Quinn interrupted. "I may not be upon a pedestal and I may not be a head cheerleader. But if you think for one second that makes me a little defenceless bird, then you're wrong."
Quinn put as much force as she could into pushing the girl away, quickly getting into the car and locking the doors as the girl was stunned. Turning on the ignition and revving up the engine in anger, Quinn sped off, not once glancing back at the girl.
The girl stayed there for a few minutes before she shook her head, pulling out her phone and typing in a number. As she held it to her ear and the dial tone bleeped, she stared at the car vanishing out of sight.
"What be up, Shelia?"
"I think we found ourselves a new Skank."