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When Quinn arrived at the Metro-L.A. Community Center she was greeted by Tim.

"Hey," he smiled brightly.

"Hey," she smiled back.

"You look amazing," Tim said as he gazed at her. Quinn looked down at her white eyelet dress, dark green blazer and patent leather So Kates.

"Thank you," she said. "Is this all right for A Cappella?"

"Yeah, perfect," he said as they took their seats.

"You think Craig is going to be late today?" Quinn asked with a laugh.

"Nah, he's usually on time on Fridays," Tim said. "It's Mondays and Wednesdays he's got trouble with."

"I see," she said as the chairs started to fill up. Maddy walked right between her and Tim, jostling Quinn's chair.

"Mature much?" Quinn spat.

"Whatever," Maddy said rolling her eyes.

When Craig came in he just plopped down into his chair.

"You ok?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah. Peachy," he muttered.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really, no."

"Ok," Quinn said crossing her legs.

"Ok, guys," Dr. Glover said taking his seat in the middle. "Who wants to go?"

"Craig," Tim said.

"Shut up, Tim," Craig spat.

"Craig, what's going on with you?" Dr. Glover asked as he rolled over to him.

"Just bad news," Craig said. "Nothing I particularly feel like sharing with the class, so I'd like to just sit here and observe. Thanks."

"You know the rules Craig. You show up, you share," Dr. Glover said.

"Fine, apparently my sister dropped out of school, hitched a ride from Canada to L.A. and now my stepdad is on my case because I didn't tell him where she was," Craig explained. "I didn't even know she had left school until this morning when she showed up."

"Why'd she drop out?" Joy asked.

"She said it just wasn't for her," he said.

"Does she have any other plans?" Charlie asked.

"Not that I know of," Craig told him.

"So you're stepdad wasted all that money on college?" Clare questioned.

"Yeah it looks like it, Clare," Craig said rolling his eyes.

"Ok but why are you so upset?" Tim asked.

"Long story. There's not enjoy time in one session to talk about it," Craig said with a chuckle.

"Ok, well do you feel any better?" Dr. Glover asked.

"Yeah," Craig said truthfully. "Thanks." Dr. Glover shook Craig's hand before he rolled back to the center of the circle.

"Anyone else?" he asked. "Adam?"

"Well, my parents are getting a divorce," the thin man with the brown doe eyes and long black hair said. "My dad said he couldn't be married to a woman who thought his son was wrong."

"Wrong?" Quinn asked.

"I'm gay," Adam told her. "My mom isn't too keen on the idea," he said with a sad smile.

"But you're dad's cool?" she asked.

"Yeah, totally," Adam smiled.

"Yeah, dad's tend to be cool about gay," Quinn smiled.

"I lost twenty-six pounds," Anna said happily. The entire group, except for Maddy, clapped. "The diet that my doctor recommended works really well with the tricks to control my OCD so that I don't become obsessed with either."

"That's great, Annie," Tim beamed. "You happy?"

"So happy!" she beamed. Quinn watched the exchange between Tim and Anna. She knew that Tim liked Anna but because of her weight she figured that Anna didn't think it was possible for a guy who looked like the magnificently beautiful Tim would even look her direction.

"Obvious much?" Maddy said to Tim.

"Bitchy much?" Quinn said nastily.

"Alright girls, settle," Dr. Glover said. "Did anyone have a rough couple of days?" Every just looked at each other. It was the first time in a long time that no one had any unfortunate situation they needed to talk about.

"Only if you count having to appear in court because I racked up $400 dollars in parking fines as having a rough couple of days, then yeah, I did," Brad said causing the whole group, except for Maddy, to laugh.

"Alright guys. I'm gonna cut you loose early," Dr. Glover said as he turned in his chair to make eye contact with everyone. "If you need anything, call me, your doctor or your group buddy."

"What's a group buddy?" Quinn asked. "I don't think I have some one."

"It's a sponsor," Tim explained. "Doc Glover didn't want to alienate the non-alkies in the room so he dubbed them as buddies."

"Right, so let's see," Dr. Glover said. "Tim and Anna are buddies, Brad and Adam are buddies," he said pointing to each person. "Joy and Charlie are buddies, Maddy and Clare are buddies." Maddy rolled her eyes at the mention of being buddies with Clare. "So that leaves Craig," he said turning to face him. "Can you handle that Craig?"

"Yeah. I got it," Craig said smiling a lopsided grin.

"Thank you," Dr. Glover said. "Now like I said; if you need help or to talk call me, your doctor or your buddy. You're not alone." Everyone nodded. "Good. Have a good weekend. See ya Monday!" he said adjourning the group session.

"You guys ready?" Tim asked as he stretched his fit frame.

"Not yet," Quinn said as she walked over to Anna. "Hi."

"Hi! Are you excited about tonight?" Anna asked.

"I am but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about," Quinn told her honestly.

"Ok, what is it?"

"Are there showers here?"

"Uh, yeah," Anna answered, confused.

"Come on," Quinn said taking the woman's hand. "Don't leave without us," she said as she pulled her from the room.

"What are you doing?" Anna asked as they entered into the bathrooms.

"I always carry one of these in my purse," Quinn said reaching into her bag and handing Anna a travel size bottle.

"Wen?" Anna read.

"Yeah, it'll do wonders for your hair," Quinn said. "It doesn't lather and you might have to repeat but I'll be waiting right here for you." Anna just stood in awe. "Go, go, go. We're going to be late." Anna sighed and stepped around the corner to the showers.

When she emerged Quinn could already tell that her hair was a million times better than that frizzy mess she was rocking. Quinn had Anna sit down on one of the benches and she took a blow dryer and round brush to her newly Wen'd hair.

The hair product smoothed her hair and took the color from dirt brown to a dark chestnut.

"Wow," Anna murmured when Quinn finished.

"Put these on," Quinn said handing her mascara and some lip gloss.

"Are you sure?" Anna asked. "I'm not what boys are into. I don't know why I need this."

"I'm positive," Quinn said. "and you're not doing this for boys. You're doing this for you. Every woman deserves to feel beautiful," Quinn said telling the partial truth. Yes, she firmly believed that every woman deserved to feel beautiful but this makeover had everything to do with the six foot Comanche in the multipurpose room.

"Well, thank you, Quinn," Anna smiled at her in the mirror. "I do feel very beautiful."

"I'm glad," Quinn said. "Now let's go before those boys leave us," she said grabbing Anna's hand.

When they returned to the room, Quinn waited to gauge Tim's reaction.

"Are you guys ready?" Anna asked.

"Yeah we were..." Tim started but the words died on his lips. "Wow."

"Wow what?" Anna asked, her hands on her hair. Tim reached out and put her hands down.

"You look more beautiful than you did before you left," he said with a sincere smile.

"Oh," she blushed. "Thank you, Tim."

"Of course," Tim smiled sheepishly.

"Alright, Casanova," Craig muttered to Tim causing him to roll his eyes. "Let's go, guys," he said. Brad, Adam, Anna and Tim went out and Craig and Quinn brought up the rear. "That was nice of you," Craig said loud enough for only Quinn to hear.

"I guess," Quinn shrugged.

"It was. Anna's not the most confident, you know," Craig explained. "It's nice to see her open up a bit."

"I was only trying to help," she smiled.

"You did," he said returning her smile. The six of them walked a few more blocks until Quinn's eyes were assaulted by a bright blue neon sign that read A Cappella Coffee Shop.

Tim held the door for everyone and Quinn followed the group to a table in the corner.

"I'll be back," Craig said with a wink."

"Where's he going?" she asked as a waitress approached their table.

"Backstage," Tim answered.

"Oh," Quinn nodded.

"Hey gang," the hipster waitress said. "What'll it be?"

"The usual," Tim answered.

"What's the usual?" Quinn asked.

"Black coffee," he said, "then you can flavor it anyway you want."

"Cool," she said.

"How many cups?" she asked.

"Shit, I think seven," Tim told her.

"Oh joy," the waitress chuckled before she walked away from the table.

"Seven?" Quinn questioned.

"You'll see," Anna said rolling her eyes.

The waitress returned with the cups, a hot plate, the pot of coffee, three handfuls of sugar and a container of milk. Tim thanked her then proceeded to pour everyone a cup.

"Who's that?" Quinn asked, as she spotted a red head girl striding toward their table.

"Who?" Adam asked following her gaze. "Oh. Only the most annoying person that could make anyone want to get...Hi Ellie," he said with a wide, fake smile.

"Hey. Am I late?" Ellie asked. She wore skinny black jeans, Frankenstein knee boots, a studded belt and a ripped up t-shirt that read The Craig Manning LP.

"No," Tim said. "Ellie, this is Quinn Fabray."

"How do you know my last name?" Quinn asked intrigued.

"I do have the internet," he laughed. "Anyway, Quinn this is Ellie Nash. Craig's girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you," Ellie said.

"Yeah, you too," Quinn said. She didn't like Ellie and not just because she was Craig's girlfriend because she wasn't sure how she felt about him. She didn't like her because she gave her the same fake "I'm-so-happy-to-meet-you-but-really-I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you" smile that she gave to people. Quinn wasn't sure what it was about Miss Ellie Nash exactly that she didn't like but she know that she was going to be watching her like a hawk.