This is just a small story to help me in my current writer's block for my other stories. So for those reading 'Is Love Enough' and 'No Way' I shall work on them as well as 'Never Alone' and Love Lost Then Found.' Bare with me please.

A/N: I own nothing.

Enjoy :)

CHAPTER 3

Quinn walked into school the next day with a smile on her face. The smile fell from her face when she opened her locker to find a flower was not waiting for her. Quinn shut her locker and headed for the field. Or she was till her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and opened the message.

'If you keep ditching classes they can suspend you or expel you if they pile up.' Quinn headed towards the field again.

Her phone beeped again.

'Come to class :( please?'

Quinn was about to put her phone away when it vibrated again and she opened the message.

It was the picture of a dandelion.

Quinn quirked an eyebrow at the photo. Her phone vibrated and she opened the text.

'The dandelion means happiness. I'm overrun with it when I see you.'

Quinn couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face before she replied. 'Why do you want me in class so much?'

'School is very important and you shouldn't throw your life away. And I told you. I am overrun with happiness when I see you.'

Quinn's smile widened and she shook her head as she turned around and headed back to her locker. She opened her locker and pulled out her book before shutting it again and heading to class.

Santana had been watching her old friend from afar and quirked an eyebrow. She crossed her arms and leaned back when she spotted Puck breaking into Quinn's locker. She watched intently as he shoved a flower? Into the locker. She was about to approach him when Brittany stepped in front of her.

"Hi S!"

"Hey B."

Brittany looks over where Santana was staring. "What are we looking at?"

"Nothing. I thought I saw something. Let's go to class." Santana links their pinkies and they head off to class.

Quinn sat in her class. She continued to look around and paid very little attention to her teacher. She had shared the class with Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel and Puck. She could see the two divas huddled close gossiping and she glared when she saw Puck place his hand on the small of Rachel's back. They were whispering back and forth in their own private conversation.

The bell rang and Quinn didn't care how fast she left the class. She was watching Rachel bend over and pick up her bag. Or she was till Puck decided to be a gentleman and do it for her. Quinn rolled her eyes and got up following them out.

Quinn scowled as Puck placed a hand on the small of Rachel's back and the petite girl wrapped an arm around his waist.

It was bad enough that she had to see Rachel with Finn all the freaking time. Now she had to see her with Puck. And he was holding both their bags and her books like a freaking gentleman. That's what Rachel wanted. A gentleman to give her attention. A man.

Quinn shook her head and headed to the closest girls' bathroom and one look at the counter and stalls and she knew which bathroom this was. It was the one Rachel used the most after a slushy attack. It was also the same one she had drawn those pornographic images of one Rachel Berry.

Quinn walked tentatively to the stall and stepped in eyeing the drawings. She wondered if she did any justice to the girl's body. She shook her head of the thought and left going to her locker.

She pulled open her locker and a smile graced her lips. There in her locker were two dandelions. She picked up the note.

'I know I sent the picture but you deserve the real thing and seeing you in class made me twice as happy. Hence why there are two.'

Quinn smiled and switched text books. She closed her locker and headed to class.

Quinn sat in the back as usual and began drawing in her sketch book. It was another drawing of Rachel. This time at Nationals. She remembered how the light hit her at the end of the duet. Quinn found her breathtaking. Then of course there was Finn.

Quinn surveyed her work and grinned when she looked over to where Finn was supposed to be standing. In Finn's place was herself. But in the corner in a comic like fashion was her beating Finn to a pulp before walking out of the comic strip.

Then she frowned.

Why couldn't this be real life? She thought sadly closing her sketch book in time for the bell to ring.

Review please.

I promise to get back to my other stories. This is a short one. Only a few chapters long. Eight to Ten at the most.