I do not own Glee.

Walking to school the next day, Quinn looked around for any sign of Rachel. She didn't see her, so she didn't think much of it. Turning on her iPod, she made her way to school, kicking a rock most of the way there. She decided today it was okay, because the leaves haven't even started changing color yet.

Taking her seat in English, she zoned out. What is the point in learning literary terms now, when they get their books tomorrow? And besides, who uses the word hyperbole? Other than Robin.

"Holy hyperbole, Batman!"

Not realizing she said this out loud, when the class laughed, she was confused. Aaron turns to her and pats her on the back and she flushes a deep red. She was in for a long day today.

Today in chemistry she got more notes and a packet, only, because she was a member of the only freshman English class taught by Ms. Laufenberg, she had no book to do the packet with. Everyone else had already paired up, so she scanned the room. Rachel had her book open and out without a partner.

Quinn made her way over there."Hey, Rachel…mind if I share your book with you? I don't get mine until tomorrow because I have Laufenberg, not Shumway." Rachel just nodded, so Quinn pulled up a desk next to her, working at Rachel's pace. They ended up working together, sharing and going over answers and explanations.

"Quinn?" Quinn turned and looked at Rachel. "Mind if we keep partnering up? We work well together, and will work even better if we both have a book." She flushed, embarrassed and nervous to be asking.

"Sure. We make a pretty awesome team," Quinn nudged Rachel's shoulder with her own, before putting her stuff away and writing her homework (or lack thereof) in her district mandated student planner.

Civics with Mr. Smith was just as hyper and fun as every day. Some citizenship, with a side of humor. He adds a splash of sarcasm, and voila! The perfect way to make civics interesting. The guy even made the first joke about the fact that he's balding!

Geometry with Santana and Rachel was...interesting, for lack of a better word. She had to sit between the two of them so Santana wouldn't go all "Lima Heights Adjacent" on her. She doesn't even know what Rachel did today, and neither of them will talk about it either. Luckily for this class, Bolden had printed packets for the bookwork, because thanks to the two Spanish students she was between, she got none of it done.

Walking into orchestra, she was happy to just have some time to express herself with her instrument. She got out her stuff, and tuned up. Playing a D major scale for a warm up, she opens her eyes to see the new second chair cellist next to her. She started to wonder when Rachel even started playing cello, but decided to ignore it. However, it is hard to ignore someone when their bow keeps stabbing you in the ribs.

"Rachel! Can you get your section to scoot over a little, before you puncture my lung?"

"That's what I kept hitting?" Rachel asked bewildered. Quinn couldn't help but crack a smile at her obliviousness. After class they both packed up and sat in their chairs, an awkward silence filling the air.

"So, Rachel…want to walk home with me tomorrow? I'm going to the boys' soccer game tonight."

"I'd be delighted, Quinn."

"Meet you at the park a block from here then?" Rachel just smiled in return. Quinn got up and moved to the back by Brittany and Santana, yelling at Santana about what happened in Geometry.

Whoever invented dodge ball, Quinn was going to kill them. That was the third ball she had taken to the face, not to mention the two others that pelted her left leg, and the other one that hit her right in the stomach. She honestly wanted to research who invented dodge ball tonight, just so she could curse their name in gym tomorrow. Never in her life has she been happier for German class.

Looking around the German room, Quinn starts to truly think about the people in this room with her. She honestly thinks about how much they truly judge her and what friends she truly has. She has Shannon and Rebecca in here. That's about it. They were the only two she could trust with her secret lesbianism.

Being a closet lesbian was hard for Quinn. Even after knowing these people for 11 years, she still felt like she wasn't allowed to be herself around them. Only two of them. Yet, here she finds herself in the bleachers, watching the JV boys soccer team finish up, yelling out to Juan; her "Bass Playin' Brother". She waits for varsity to come out, because she's here to support Aaron, who she has gotten close to since middle school in German class.

This year, when soccer season comes around, she plans on joining. The team is coached by Herr Wiegand, it'll keep her occupied, and she thinks the warm ups are really comfortable. MSL is too small to have a cheerleading team and it turns out Drill Team was just synchronized dance. Last week of November, conditioning starts.

Hopping on the boys' bus back to school, she starts walking home for the second time today. Getting home, she pulls out her planner and sighs, realizing she still has to make note cards for English, do her 15 questions for Geometry and study the vocabulary for her German Rechtschreibprüfung. She decided to get German out of the way first, because she just can't think in English right now anyway.

**Rechtschreibprüfung – Spelling test