A/N I'm not 100% happy with this chapter (mainly the Santana Quinn dialogue) so it may get edited at a later date, it's more of a filler really. I hate to say it but bitch Quinn is probably going to hang around for a bit, it's a defence mechanism I swear! Thanks for everyone following and feel free to leave me your thoughts (and possible outcry's :P) of this chapter- xCatseyesx
As always the characters belong to the creators of glee, I'm just adding a little extra.
It had all been uncharacteristically easy. Then again, maybe coach Sylvester had something nasty up her sleeve. Quinn had turned up at cheer tryouts, ignoring the other would be cheerleaders who recognised her as the captain of the year before and felt the need to discuss her "retirement" loudly amongst themselves. As expected coach Sylvester had taken one look at her and flat out refused but Quinn had prepared a back up. She knew Sue's budget had been cut this year, meaning that some of the coach's more extravagant requests, such as a confetti canon, had been scrapped. A less than subtle bribe had changed Sue's mind and the disgruntled coach let her back on the team. Still not quite believing it, Quinn had changed into her uniform straight away and was relieved that it fit almost perfectly. Not that she had expected it not to, her summer had been spent relentlessly getting back into shape and shedding all of her baby weight, even though there had never been much in the first place. As she stepped out into the corridor, putting as much sway into her walk as possible, the student body parted like the red sea just like it had in the days before she was pregnant. Everything was slowly coming back together again. Her life was finally on the way up and it made her feel unstoppable.
"You fucking bitch!" Quinn turned, coming face to face with Santana, the other girl pushing right into Quinn's personal space.
"You told coach Sylvester about my summer surgery!" she shouted in Quinn's face.
"Surgery is when you get your appendix out, you got a boob job!" Quinn kept her voice level, intending to brush the Latina off. "It's not like half the school haven't noticed you have gone up several cup sizes."
"Well thanks to you, I have been demoted and now Sylvester is treating me like her personal slave!"
Quinn made to move past the girl but Santana was having none of it. She body blocked Quinn.
"Let me past." The blonde growled.
"Careful Q," Santana hissed in her ear. "You can't blame it on the baby hormones anymore!"
"How is your daughter anyway? Santana taunted. Quinn's eyes widened at the Latina's new angle of attack and Santana bared her teeth in triumph.
"Oh, Sorry! I forgot. You discarded your daughter like she was yesterday's trash!"
Hot, fierce emotion surged through Quinn and her already weakened control snapped. Before she knew what she was doing she had used all her strength to shove the unsuspecting girl into the lockers, Santana's shoulder smacking into the cold hard metal with a painful clang. Before either girl could gain control of the situation, the Latina made a surprisingly quick recovery and lunged at Quinn, one hand digging her nails into the blonde's arm, the other tangled into her hair, tugging unmercifully on the blonde tendrils. The girls tussled for dominance, screaming obscenities between actual cries of pain, other students halting to watch the scuffle from a safe distance. The Latina briefly managed to gain the upper hand and Quinn ended up on the hallway floor, Santana bearing down on her. Suddenly Brittany appeared surprising them both by wrapping her arms around Santana in a bear hug, forcefully pinning the girl's arms to her sides. The furious Latina continued to buck and struggle against Brittany as she was slowly but determinedly pulled away from Quinn but the taller girl did not loosen her grip around Santana.
A pair of strong arms hoisted Quinn off the floor and she snapped her head around to snarl at the interfering individual only to find that it was a very angry Mr Schuester.
"I don't know who started it but that is ENOUGH!"
Quinn's heart was beating as wildly as it did when she had been running and she was panting, a mixture of adrenaline and fury still coursing through her veins.
"I don't want to but if I hear of anything like this happening again, I will be forced to have a word with coach Sylvester."
Santana opened her mouth to form a smart-ass retort but the taller blonde hurriedly whispered words in the girl's ear. The latina snorted but made no further comment and finally ceased her struggling. With a nod from Mr Schuester, Brittany released Santana who immediately turned on her heel and stalked off in the opposite deirection. Once she had turneda corner and vanished from view, Mr Schuester finally removed his hands from Quinn's arms where they had been gently supporting her and turned to face her. The blonde's breathing was beginning to return to normal but her heart beat still remained erratic as she tried to rein in her emotions
"Are you ok?" Mr Schuester asked, his worried eyes taking in her loosened ponytail and facial expression.
"Yeah, I think so" She shakily raised her arm to examine several scratch marks inflicted by the Latina. "Just a couple of minor injuries."
Mr Schuester frowned at the marks but Quinn was too tired to deal with the concern followed by questioning she knew was coming. She just wanted to get to glee club and try and have a normal end to the day.
"Quinn-"
"Please Mr Schuh, can we do this later." She kept her voice as emotionless as possible as she began to straighten her uniform, partially covering the scratches. "Glee club is about to start." Mr Schuester glanced at the hallway clock and sighed.
"I will make an appointment with Miss Pillsbury for you tomorrow during Spanish class. Brittany, will you come help me find Santana and calm her down?"
Brittany was hovering a few feet away, baby blue eyes focussed on Quinn, clearly torn between the wellbeing of her two friends.
"It's ok Britt. I don't mind."
The taller blonde smiled apologetically before turning to follow Mr Schuester down the corridor, their steps quickening when it became clear that the Latina had already begun to take her frustration out on innocent bystanders. Quinn quickly re-tied her hair, grabbed her bag which had been thrown into the corner of the lockers and made her way to the choir room where the rest of the glee club were already seated, chatting excitedly with each other.
Rachel raised her head from its position on Finn's shoulder as Quinn entered the room and she tried to unsuccessfully catch the blonde's attention. Quinn ignored her and took the empty seat next to Mercedes who halted her conversation with Kurt as soon as Quinn sat down.
"Girl I know you and Santana have that whole top of the pyramid vendetta thing but that was a whole other level. Don't you think that got a little out of hand?" Quinn raised her shoulders in a non committed shrug and the other two exchanged a look. Mercedes didn't press her for more information on the subject and instead returned her attention to Kurt, resuming their discussion on Rachel's poor choice of sweater for the day.
A little out of hand was an understatement. Mercedes was right; the girls did have a rivalry within the cheerleading squad which had, on occasions, gotten a little out of control but never to this extent. Santana was a button pusher, she always had been. She excelled in finding people's weak spot's then attacking them with brutal accuracy. It was Quinn who had behaved out of character, snapping when Santana's words had gotten to her. She could have just told Santana outright that she wasn't the one who informed coach Sylvester about the Latina's boob job. Maybe she had slipped back too easily into the role of head bitch, revelling in the fact that Santana had believed that the blonde had got one over her but Quinn did feel guilty for injuring her sometimes friend. She sighed and tucked a stray hair behind one of her ears. She was a mess. This day had been harder than it should have been and now all she wanted to do was go home and emotionally prepare herself for tomorrow's possible onslaught but instead she was stuck at Glee club. As long as no-one had any more questions for her or even tried to speak to her, she would be fine.
Mr Schuester entered the choir room, followed by the remaining two cheerleaders. Brittany had her arm looped through one of Santana's whose hair was still a little dishevelled and a nasty red patch was starting to form where her body had come into contact with the lockers. Santana refused to make eye contact with Quinn and allowed Brittany to lead her to the back of the choir room where she sat in silence, eyes downcast, the blonde cheerleader's hand resting gently but firmly on her knee. Mr Schuester clapped his hands together causing a halt in the club's conversations and he addressed them as one.
"First off I'd like to welcome you all back to Glee club and again say how proud I was of your performance at regional's. I know you are all disappointed that we came in third but let's use that as motivation for this year's competition. Sectionals are only a couple of months away and I think we stand a very good chance of qualifying. That being said, we really need to come together as a team. Judging from the scene that just went on in the hallway, I'd say we have a lot of work to do in that department."
Quinn shifted in her seat as Mr Schuester's eyes briefly rested on her and she tried to fight the blush of embarrassment and guilt slowly working its way up her chest. She could hear Mike quietly relaying the hallway incident behind her to a puzzled Puck and Artie. For once it seemed Santana didn't want to comment, possibly due to the fact that Brittany had tightened her grip on the Latina's leg.
"Dude, please tell me someone caught it on their phone." Puck laughed as he high fived Mike.
Mr Schuester glared at the two boys until they settled down before carrying on.
"As some of you may have noticed, we are now down to eleven members due to Matt transferring."
There were a couple of nods, mainly from the guys of the group.
"Therefore I'd like to introduce you all to a new student and glee member." He ushered to a figure that had been standing unnoticed against the outside of the choir room door.
"Sam Evans"