Title: Not One of Them
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Summary: Quinn just wanted to be alone. Rachel just had bad timing.
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Warning: G!P Rachel.
A/N: Hey, guys! Thank you so much for all the reviews. It's so nice to know you're liking it. Hope you enjoy this chapter, too. (:
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"Hey, Britt, can you do me a favor?"
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The curly haired teacher entered the school with his usual bright smile in place. He still had time to go get some coffee and stop by Ms. Pillsbury's office before the first bell rang. With a cup of the hot drink in hands, he made his way toward the other side of the building, greeting a few students on the halls. His smile only grew when he finally spotted the guidance counsellor's office.
"Mr. Schuester?"
Will turned around quickly to find baby blue eyes staring a him.
"Hmmm..." He looked over his shoulder to the office. Emma was sitting behind her table, reading some papers. So close, he thought with a sigh. "How can I help you, Brittany?"
"How do you know my name?" the blonde cheerleader asked with a confused frown.
"Brittany, I've been teaching you Spanish since your freshman year here," Will explained. "You have class with me today. Second period."
But the blonde just looked even more confused. "I do?"
"Yes."
"I don't remember that," Brittany said.
With an exasperated sigh, he looked at Emma's office again. All he wanted to do was give her a quick hello before classes and maybe ask her about her plans for the day, nothing more. It was Friday and he wouldn't see her for the next two days. Five minutes, that's all he needed. Just five minutes...
"Mr. Schuester?"
He groaned internally. "Yes, Brittany?"
"Do you like music?" the blonde asked.
The question made brought his attention back to the bubbly blonde. That was definitely not what he was expecting to come out of her mouth. It was a pleasant surprise, though, so he smiled hesitantly — he learned the hard way that everything related to Brittany should be treated hesitantly — and nodded.
"Yes, Brittany," he answered. "I love music, it's one of my passions." His eyes glazed over as he thought about his old dreams. "You know, when I was your age, I was part of the Glee club. We ruled this place."
Brittany frowned again. "What's a Glee club?"
"It's a choir group," he explained excitedly. "It's a club where you can sing and dance... you are free to express yourself thought music. It used to be the best part of my day. I won Sectionals on my senior year." Will smiled proudly. "Didn't do well on Nationals, though."
"Do you miss it?" she asked. "Singing, I mean."
"God, yes!" The teacher shook his head. "I never have the opportunity to do it anymore."
"That's bad. You should start your own Glee club, Mr. Schuester," she suggested. "I would totally join it."
As the teacher contemplated the idea, Brittany shrugged and walked away. She spotted Quinn leaning against her locker not far from them and winked, letting the other blonde know that the job was done.
"Thanks, B," the captain mouthed with a wink of her own.
A few steps away, William Schuester was grinning like a mad man. With one last look toward the office, he saw that Emma was now cleaning her pens with a toothbrush. He walked on the opposite direction, though, toward Figgins office.
He could aways talk to her later.
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Santana scowled as soon as she saw the small diva beside her locker.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" she spat.
Looking down, Rachel eyed her old sweater and jeans carefully. "Hmmm, clothes?"
"No." The Latina poked her shoulder once and grimaced like the argyle sweater was a dead animal. "That's trash. You're wearing trash."
Rachel rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the other girl as she babbled about how much her hideous clothes made her eyes burn, but she was kinda thankful for them because the image of a naked dwarf with a penis like Rachel would probably make her want to kill herself.
"It must be a good thing you're not the one wearing them, then," Rachel grumbled to herself, annoyed already.
The Latina threw her books on her arms and pushed her back, making the girl wince when her back hit the lockers behind her. Using one hand, she kept the diva in place. "I heard that, freak," she growled. "Keep your opinions to yourself because I don't wanna hear them. Are we clear?" When the smaller girl nodded, she took a step back and let her go. Rachel didn't meet her eyes after that; she kept quiet as she tried to balance her books in only one hand, using her free one to rub her aching shoulder. The Latina looked away from her and shook her head because she did not need to feel guilty about manhandling the smaller girl. "Two steps," she added and walked away.
When they reached the Latina's class, Rachel wordlessly passed her books back and turned around to go to her own. From the open door, Santana watched her walk down the hall with her hand on her shoulder. Did she really push her that hard? Berry was tiny, any force she used would probably be too hard for her.
Sighing, she entered the classroom when the other girl disappeared around the corner.
Damn it, feeling guilty was really the last thing she needed right now.
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The diva only saw the list on the bulletin board during lunch. It was the first time Santana left her alone that day and she was making her way to the auditorium when her eyes caught sight of the bright yellow paper. Curious, she stepped closer.
Glee club.
A small smile appeared on the girl's lips as she read the four names that were written on the list already. Without a second thought, she looked for a pen inside her bag and wrote her name under Mercedes Jones'. The auditions would be on the auditorium after class with the director of the club, Will Schuester.
And Rachel knew exactly what she would sing.
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Quinn exited the school and spotted the group easily. Brittany saw her at the same time, waving excitedly to the captain from the other side of the small parking lot of the school. Beside her, Santana rolled her eyes as Puck smirked.
"Looking hot, Fabray," the boy said with a wink. "As always, of course."
Ignoring him was second nature by now, so the blonde just turned around to face the small group. There were a few jocks and cheerleaders that she specifically picked for the occasion, all of them staring at her, curious to know why the HBIC ordered them to meet her.
"I have no idea if you guys know about this already, but Mr. Schuester is now the director of a new club, Glee," she announced.
Mike frowned. "And... what is that?"
"It's a freaking choir group," Santana answered before Quinn could.
"There is a flyer near the cafeteria with some informations about it." The blonde glared at the Latina, who glared back. "Like Santana said, it's basically a choir group. The auditions are going to be later today."
"I don't get it," one of the Cheerios, Nicole, said from the back of the group. The girl was a Junior and one of the best dancers Quinn had on the squad. "Why are you talking to us about this? Do you want us to go after the losers who audition for this stupid club? 'Cause, seriously, even the name of the club sounds lame."
The other Cheerio beside her, Jennifer, nodded her head.
"Actually, no, that's not what I want," Quinn said calmly. "What you are going to do is... put your names on the list."
There was silence after that as the others stared at her with wide eyes. Puck's mouth fell open slowly as Sam frowned deeply beside him.
Brittany and Santana recovered at the same time.
"Yay!"
"Hell no!"
It was madness after that. The others started to yell at the same time, a few complaining as others tried to understand why she would want them to audition to a fucking Glee club, their voices combining and becoming a unintelligible mess. Quinn just frowned as Brittany bounced around with a satisfied smile, Santana screamed random insults at her and Puck crossed his arms over his chest in indignation.
"Shut up!"
They stopped talking immediately, some taking a step back when they finally saw the blonde's red face. Quinn looked pissed. All of them had suffered at the hands of the angry HBIC at least once and it was something none of them wanted to experience again.
"It doesn't matter why," she continued with a growl. "You are doing it, people."
Santana scoffed. "I'm not joining Glee club, bitch!"
"Yes, she is," Brittany said, smiling wildly when the Latina looked at her with a frown. "It's going to be fun, San!"
"It's show choir, Britts. There's nothing fun about it."
"If Santana isn't going to join, I'm not going, either," Puck said. "I saw that damn flyer when I was coming here and do you wanna know the names on that shit? First, Lady Hummel! Then, a dude with a car's name, that weird Asian chick that dresses like a freaking vampire and the nerd in the wheelchair. But, wait, that's not the worse part. The last name? Freaking RuPaul." He scoffed, missing the way the Head Cheerio's eyes narrowed when he turned around to face the rest of the group. "I don't know about you, guys, but I'm not going to join a club with Berry in it 'cause that freak—."
He didn't get to finish his sentence because a hand grabbed the back of his letterman jacket roughly and the next thing he saw was the side of the nearer car when Quinn pressed him against it. The others gasped when Puck groaned.
"Shut the fuck up, Puck," the blonde growled before letting him go with another shove. He turned around angrily and was going to take a step closer to her, but Santana appeared beside Quinn immediately.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Fabray?!" he spat.
Mike and Sam went to hold him back because the Latina looked like she was about to punch the boy if he tried to get closer. Even though both girls acted like they hated each other most of the time, it was no secret that they would do anything to protect the other. It certainly wouldn't be the first time Santana punched someone that tried to go after Quinn.
"Dude, calm down," Sam said as he and Mike pushed the boy back.
"You don't question me, Puckerman." Quinn waited for him to look at her. She saw that he was still angry, so she lowered her tone. "You may act like one, but I know you're not an idiot." She sighed. "Look, we are friends, right?"
Puck scoffed. "Are we?"
No, they weren't. Since her first day, the boy tried to get closer to her, but Quinn always pushed him away. Maybe it was her hesitance to let people in or something about his bad boy attitude that made her take a step back, she wasn't sure. It didn't matter how many times he tried, she never really gave him a chance to be nothing more than the boy she kept close because he was perfect to do her dirty work. His honest smiles and nice words died after she started dating Finn, when she chose his best friend over him; they became crude comments and mindless flirting because it became clear to him that he would never have a chance with the beautiful, rich, spoiled girl.
"Just..." Quinn could feel the others' eyes on her, watching. "Do it, okay?"
He looked away from the girl with the pretty eyes and shook his head. Like all the other times she came after him with her stupid orders, he just wanted to yell at her to leave him the fuck alone. And, just like all the other times, he just couldn't say it.
"Whatever," he mumbled.
"I'm in, too," Mike said with a small smile. "How bad can Glee club be, anyway?"
Slowly, the rest of the group agreed. Santana tried to argue again, but Brittany's pout was enough to make the Latina shut up. She let them go after that, staying behind as they walked back to the school.
Santana and Brittany stopped and turned around when they noticed she wasn't with them.
"Hey, Q! Are you coming?" the Latina shouted with an impatient frown. Lunch was almost over and she was fucking hungry. They probably didn't have time to buy food, so she planed to go after the dwarf to steal hers again.
The blonde just nodded and started to walk toward the only two girls she ever considered her friends. That week had been crazy and everything felt out of place, Quinn was kinda happy it was Friday. She promised herself things were going to change and she was doing her best; those changes were necessary, she knew it, but making them happen could be exhausting some times. When she got closer, Brittany offered a warm smile and Santana offered her a glare and everything was back to normal.
"Hurry up, bitch!"
"San, don't be mean..."
Chuckling, she shook her head. Yup, normal indeed.
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That was the first time in years that she entered the auditorium and didn't find it empty. From the double door, she could see Mr. Schuester talking animatedly to a small group of students that was siting on the front row. There were a few Cheerios and jocks and she spotted Quinn, Brittany and Santana on the far end of the row, ignoring the teacher while they talked to each other. Separated from the group of popular kids, Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina were eying cautiously from the other end of the row.
"Oh, Rachel is here!" Mr. Schue said, making all heads turn around to look at the small girl. Blushing, she closed the door after her and walked toward the free seat beside Tina, trying to ignore the glares she was receiving. "Excellent! We can start the auditions now."
The teacher sent the jocks first because they wouldn't shut up. There were five of them and he'd been surprised when he read their names on the list, mainly Puckerman.
"Alright, let's start with... Michael Chang!"
An Asian boy jumped from his seat and climbed up the stage. He smiled nervously and scratched the back of his head as everyone stared at him, waiting.
"Hmmm... I don't really sing," Mike admitted. His friends started giggling like hyenas, making Rachel roll her eyes.
Mr. Schue frowned. "Well, that's— unfortunate. Can you do something else?"
"Sure!"
And then he started dancing.
All mouths fell open as the tall boy started moving on the stage. There was no music or sound beside his feet hitting the wooden floor gracefully as he jumped and glided. When it was over, Mike had a satisfied smile on his face and looked at Mr. Schue with expectant eyes.
"That's... wow!" The teacher stood up from his seat and started clapping. Rachel and a few others followed his example and clapped, too. "That was amazing, Michael. Welcome to New Directions!" When Mike was back in his seat, he continued. "Next on stage... Sam Evans!"
From there, all other four football players auditioned. Sam and Puck, surprisingly, were pretty good; Rachel would've been more impressed if the mohawked boy didn't spend his whole audition winking at Quinn's direction, though. The other two boys weren't bad, exactly, but they weren't good, either. Mr. Schue just thanked them and they shrugged, not caring if they got in or not, since they were being forced to audition anyway.
The Cheerios came next. The first three girls just sang some pop song and moved around the stage. Like the other jocks', their voices were okay, but the were all great dancers. Mr. Schue had to be crazy to turn them down.
"Brittany, it's your turn," the teacher called.
Brittany bounced up to the stage with a bright smile, making Quinn and Santana chuckle.
"Hi!" She waved excitedly to everybody. "I just wanted to say that I still don't know what a Glee club is, but I'm really excited to be a part of it."
Rachel smiled, amused. The blonde cheerleader was the only person in school that had never said anything mean to her. A few times, she found her baby blue eyes staring at her curiously from the other side of the room, but that was it. She never talked to her, probably because Santana would always drag her away with a sneer when Rachel came closer, but she smiled at her once. Only once. And since then the diva had a soft spot for the bubbly blonde.
It was no secret that Brittany was an exceptional dancer and no one was surprised when she gave them a show. Rachel clapped with extra enthusiasm when the girl was finished, smiling when Brittany bounced back to her seat, giggling madly all the way.
"That was fantastic, Brittany. Thank you," Mr. Schuester said. "Santana, you're next!"
Rachel's smile died immediately as the Latina walked toward the center of the stage. Her dark eyes found hers for a brief moment before she looked back at the jazz band. Amy Winehouse's Back to Black introduction filled the auditorium and the diva's eyes widened when Santana started to sing. Her strong, raspy voice sent shivers down her spine. The others around her had similar shocked expressions on their faces, and the Latina smirked when she saw it.
When the song was over, she just walked back to her seat and smiled when Brittany pecked her lips excitedly.
"Wow." Mr. Schue grinned. "Nice. Quinn, it's your turn."
The murmurs stopped as everybody turned to see Quinn get up from her seat. The HBIC had her blank face on as she walked toward the stairs that led to the stage, only sidestepping Puck's hand when the boy reached out to touch her ass. Rachel stared in awe as I Say a Little Prayer for You started and Quinn's voice filled the auditorium. Unlike Santana's, her voice was gentle and she sang every word carefully. Her hips swayed slowly and her hazel eyes stayed closed until the end.
When she opened them again, the first thing she saw was Rachel's toothy grin as the girl clapped her small hands with the others. She winked before she could stop herself and watched the diva's face flush in delight.
"Really good, Quinn." The teacher's voice brought her back and she nodded before jumping down the stage, ignoring Santana's narrowed eyes as she sat back down. "Only five more auditions and you can go, guys."
"Finally," Puck mumbled.
"Alright. Artie, you can go," he called.
Rachel knew Artie from Mr. Ryerson's play. The boy helped them with the lights and was part of the band, but she had no idea he could sing. He chose Dancing with Myself as his song and brought smiles to Rachel and Kurt's faces as he rolled around the stage. Tina was next and, although her voice was good, she left everyone wide eyed when she finished singing I Kissed a Girl. Kurt and Mercedes were next and Rachel was pleasantly surprised when they were finished because they were good. Not as good as her, of course, but still. It's always nice to be surrounded by talented people.
"Last one." Mr. Schue called. "Rachel Berry!"
Puck groaned. "Get it over with, dick-girl!"
"Shut it, Puckerman," Santana growled beside him and punched his arm, making him wince. That and Quinn's death glare made him lower his head as he quietly rubbed his arm.
The small diva ignored them and walked toward the center of the stage with her show smile in place. From her seat, Quinn crossed her legs and watched. She still remembered that the first thing Santana said to her when she asked about Rachel was that she was a "freaky singing dwarf with a dick". With a description like that, the singing part was the last thing she focused on. After that, she heard from a few people and Rachel herself that Broadway was the girl's dream, so she assumed that she could sing and dance, but she'd never seen it.
Nothing could've prepared her for what came next, though.
"On my own, pretending he's beside me..."
Quinn stopped breathing the moment Rachel opened her mouth, eyes never leaving the small creature on the stage. The diva's voice was clear and painfully beautiful as she sang, the lights making her shine as she hit every high note flawlessly.
From his seat, Mr. Schue smiled sadly and looked down. Rachel was literally glowing and he knew that look on her face so well, that passion that consumed her when she stepped on the stage. He wondered where his passion had gone.
"I love him... But only on my own," Rachel finished and opened her eyes to find shocked faces staring at her from all directions. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time because it felt so good, so fucking good, to show the people that tried to bring her down what none of them could take away from her — her voice.
Mr. Schue got up from his seat and started to clap, but he was the only one; everyone else was too shocked to move.
"Rachel, that was..." He sighed. "You are something else, kid."
"Thank you," she said with a nod.
Clearing his throat to get the other's attention, he smiled at all the young faces that turned to look at him. "Well, I would like to thank all of you for coming and giving Glee club a chance. I would also like to thank Brittany for giving me the idea to start it," he said and smiled when the blonde cheerleader raised her hand proudly. Quinn chuckled beside her. "We'll meet three times a week, starting Monday. You're free to go now, guys, and welcome to New Directions!"
The jocks were the first to get up, followed by the Cheerios. Rachel didn't bother to get out of the stage, she just sat down on the piano's stool and waited for them to leave. She could feel their eyes on her, but she didn't look back.
It was almost five minutes later that the double door closed and the auditorium was silent again. From her place, she chanced a look toward the front row and she really shouldn't have been surprised when she found Quinn still sitting there. The blonde girl hadn't moved since Rachel stepped on that stage, just staring at her with intense hazel eyes.
"Quinn?" she called hesitantly.
Quinn wordlessly stood up and walked toward the stage. With the piano between them, the blonde laid her hands on the shiny black surface of the instrument and shook her head. The other girl was looking at her curiously as the blonde took her in; her messy brown hair, soft eyes, pink lips and argyle sweater.
"You sing like an angel," she blurted out without thinking.
Grinning when the girl blushed, Rachel leaned closer to the piano. "And you look like one."
Her smile made the blonde blush a deeper shade of red. Such a charming freaky singing dwarf with a dick, she thought with a chuckle.
"Thank you," Rachel said.
"For what, Berry?"
"Glee," she answered calmly. "It's our senior year. You're giving me the opportunity to make it even more memorable." Because losing your virginity to the most beautiful girl of the whole school alone was something unforgettable. "So... thank you."
Quinn shrugged. "You're welcome, but it was Brittany's idea. I don't know why you're thanking me."
"Sure it was." The diva grinned again. "Did Brittany convince the jocks and the Cheerios to audition, too? Because something tells me that they wouldn't do it willingly."
"She did. Britt can be really persuasive when she wants," Quinn said with a mischievous smile and that playful look that said she was up to no good. Still smiling, the blonde walked around the piano toward the diva. "But don't worry. I'll thank her later for you."
Rachel stayed in place when the cheerleader leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met quickly and they stayed like that for a few seconds, just pressed together. It was sweet and Quinn loved the way Rachel giggled against her mouth when she playfully nip her bottom lip.
"Don't you have Cheerio's practice right now?" the brunette asked when they pulled away. Santana spent hours complaining about it as Rachel ignored her through the day.
"In a few minutes, yeah." Quinn kissed her again before she could respond.
A moan escaped the diva when Quinn bit her bottom lip harder this time, pushing her hot tongue inside her mouth when it opened involuntarily. Hands tangle in her hair and scratched her scalp while the blonde did what she wanted, massaging her tongue and exploring the inside of her mouth freely; Rachel didn't fight back.
It scaled out of control quickly. Next thing she know, Quinn is straddling her on the tiny stool, her strong thighs squeezing her hips deliciously as she made love to her mouth. Suddenly, the gorgeous blonde chuckled and pulled away slightly.
"Someone is getting excited," she teased with a pleased smile.
The diva scoffed. "Can you seriously blame me?"
Quinn only smirked and put her hands on her shoulder for leverage to grind down on the diva's growing bulge. The way Rachel growled sent a shiver down her spine, so she did it again and again until the girl was completely hard.
The sound of her phone beeping brought her back to reality.
"Don't stop," Rachel whined and grabbed her hips to keep her moving.
It beeped again. Another message.
"Quinn!" she protested when the cheerleader stopped and thrust her hips up, making her feel exactly what she did to her.
The blonde breathed out shakily. "I just need to see if it's important," she said as she got up. The brunette whined pathetically and Quinn looked down at the small tent the girl's tight underwear was trying to suppress. "I'll be right back." She kissed her quickly and left her on the stage, going after her phone.
Both were from Santana.
Sylvester is after your ass, bitch. And a few minutes later, She is pissed. Hurry.
Sighing, she looked back at the small girl on stage. Rachel was trying to distract herself with the piano, pressing random key after random key. Her hair was pointing everywhere and her lips were swollen and all Quinn wanted to do now was ride her hard cock and kiss her senseless, but her phone beeped again and she groaned.
Where the fuck are you?
"Quinn?" Rachel called.
"I have to go," the blonde said with a frown. "Coach wants to see me."
Rachel put a hand over her hard on and winced. The jeans and underwear were too tight and she was so hard, but she couldn't simply take off her clothes in the middle of the auditorium. The sound of footsteps coming closer made her look up.
"I'm sorry, dork." Quinn kissed her cheek sympathetically.
"That was mean, Quinn," the diva teased with a pout. It kinda was, though. The cheerleader basically attacked her and made her painfully hard just to leave her after.
"I know..." Quinn bit her lip. Her phone started ringing and the Latina's name flashed on the screen. Huffing, she pressed the call button. "What?"
"Where are you, Q?" Santana spat back aggressively. "Coach is driving us crazy!"
"I'm on my way." She ran a hand through Rachel's messy hair and rolled her eyes when she heard Sue yelling on the background.
"Hurry the fuck up!"
The line went dead before she could say anything. Rachel took her hand away from her hair and squeezed it before letting it go. With a gentle push, she nodded toward the double door. "Go," she said with a smile. "It must be important."
Quinn wanted to protest because facing an angry Sue Sylvester while she was horny as hell and could be doing other much more pleasant things was the last thing she wanted to do, but Rachel pushed her again when she tried to step closer. Huffing, the blonde leaned in for one last kiss and ran her hand over the girl's hard on playfully.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise," she whispered and winked.
The diva watched the cheerleader walk away with a smile, sighing when the door closed after her. Looking down again, she poked her tent and groaned because it was obviously not going anywhere anytime soon. School finished almost an hour ago and she'd promised her dad she would help him that night, so she should get going anyway.
Getting up from the stool, she went to the backstage quickly, opening her pants as she went. She had to take care of her not-so-little problem first.
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Santana glared at her from her spot on the grass as the whole squad did push-ups. They weren't even halfway through practice and there were girls crying already. The only one that didn't look tired was Brittany, but that girl was never tired. She happily did all her push-ups like some kind of hyper bunny.
"FABRAY!"
The captain watched the Coach march toward her with a blank face because she learned a long time ago that you should never show your true emotions when Sue Sylvester was near. That crazy woman could smell fear from a thousand miles. Quinn had been dealing with her for three years now, she knew how she should act around her.
"Coach," she greeted calmly.
"You." Sylvester pointed toward her and glared. "You are the captain of this squad, Fabray. And you are late! You should be an example, not just another one of them. Useless, that's what all of you are!" she screamed and a girl sobbed somewhere in the background. Quinn just rolled her eyes internally. "Where were you?"
"The auditorium, Coach," Quinn answered honestly. It was futile to lie, Sue would find out the truth sooner or later, and it would be a lot worse when she did.
The blonde woman narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing, Q." she said. "Tell me you were there just to laugh at Schuester's ridiculous attempt to create a group of singing idiots. You better tell me you're not one of those singing idiots because my captain will not be allowed in that pathetic club!"
For the first time, Quinn felt her blank mask slipping. She could feel her squad's eyes on her, curious to find out what she was going to do. Like she said, lying was not an option. Because of her, six Cheerios were now "singing idiots" and Sue probably knew that already and just wanted to make a scene. What she was really scared of was losing her position as captain because of it. They both knew that Quinn was the best and no other girl could do the job like she did, not even Santana. But Sue Sylvester was unpredictable and Quinn didn't doubt she would take the title of Head Cheerio away from her if she felt like it without a second thought, not even considering the fact that the blonde girl led the squad to win Nationals three years in a row.
"I was auditioning, Coach," she said. "For Glee club."
Sue scoffed and shook her head. "There are no words to describe how disappointed I am right now." She looked at the rest of the squad. "All of you, you're the top dogs. The blue blood, royalty. Because of your uniform, you rule this place. Will Schuester is not a teacher, he's not a leader. If you think that Glee club is going to get you somewhere beside the bottom, you're wrong!
"And you, Quinn. You're my girl, you're the best Cheerio I've ever had." She sighed. "I don't know what you are trying to prove here, but joining that club is going to ruin you. I would keep my eyes open if I were you, Fabray."
The blonde girl glared at her Coach. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll see" was all Sue said to her before she turned back to the other girls, leaving a frowning Quinn silently staring at her. "I don't remember saying you could stop. You're not gonna stop until I see perfection. Move!"
As the girls got up, Quinn joined them wordlessly. She could feel Sue's eyes on her as they practiced the new routine that would lend them Regionals easily and she made an extra effort to make every move flawless, showing her exactly why she was Head Cheerio. And when they got to the end of the routine, her eyes challenged cold blue ones to say a word about it as the girl's panted breathlessly around her.
"Hit the showers," the Coach said, her eyes never leaving her captain. "I want you here first thing in the morning tomorrow."
Quinn didn't go with them because she knew Sue wasn't finished with her. When the last girl disappeared inside the locker room, the older woman approached her.
"Watch out, Q. You are not as powerful as you think."
Without another word, the Coach left toward the locker room, leaving the young girl alone with her thoughts.