Author's Note:
Takes place in Season 1. Supernatural shit will start at the end of Season 1 or the beginning of Season 2.
Just a heads up, Quinn won't be pregnant in this fanfic and as much as I love how cute and adorable Baby Beth is, it ain't happening here.
Pairings: OC, Quinn, Rachel, Brittany and Santana (as in all together) You got a problem with that, don't fucking read the story!
DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
Surprising Actions
AKA Showmance
"Get a room." I hear from a familiar voice of a Latina say from behind me, loudly, I might add.
Turning around slowly, blonde hair comes into my view and bumps into me roughly, making me fall along with the unknown individual. Looking down at the person below me, I am met with the intense stare of hazel eyes. Now having a closer view, I see tiny freckles on her nose that's just adorable. Her eyebrows perfectly sculpted, then gazing back at her eyes, I notice the deep irises that complement them. My attention flickering towards her soft pink lips. I'm kind of glad I fell, otherwise my knees would be wobbling like a table with weak legs. The only things holding me up are my arms...-which are on either sides of her face.
Oh crap. Lexi, don't think wrong.
Suddenly, aware of the hand that had somehow slipped under my shirt, casually resting on my hip; my skin starts burning up, the blush noticeable on my ears. I get up immediately, then pulling her from the ground with ease.
Observing the now semi-crowded, silent hallways, I see that every single student has stopped whatever they were doing and are now staring at Quinn and I.
"What the fuck are you looking at?! Get to class bystanders!" I growl at them, making them scurry away, leaving me alone with the blonde.
Turning my head to look at the head cheerleader, I catch a glimpse of her flushed face before it returns to normal. "Sorry about that." I say to her, a mile fast. "I should get going!"
I take off, unbeknownst to the jealous expression of Santana Lopez, watching the scene from afar.
"Not to be rude Mr. Schue, but Le Freak is just not the right song for us. I f you want more students to join, we gotta sing a piece that's appealing to our generation, not the one's from the disco days." I tell him after we had practiced the number that's just asking for bullies to slaughter us on the spot.
"It's really gay." Kurt concludes, making me roll my eyes subtly.
"I agree with Lexi, Mr. Schue. I suggest more modern music." Artie tells the educator, getting nods from the rest of us.
Schue shakes his head. "You guys need to do perform Le Freak at the assembly to attract more people." He grabs his belongings from the piano and walks out of the room.
"Is he trying to make our high school lives suck?" I rhetorically ask.
"Yes." Finn replies, looking down at me. I sigh inwardly.
"It was a rhetorical question." I tell the football player, rubbing my temples in a frustrated way.
"A what?" He says confused, but the expression on his face looks constipated.
This time I sigh tiredly. "Never mind," I walk out of the room.
The following day, I watch Kurt and Mercedes have a friendly debate about which designers are the best, causing an amused smile to appear on my face.
"Hey guys!" Mr. Schue greets as he enters the room with some papers intact to his hands.
"What are those?" I ask pointing at the sheets.
"Sheet music," he tells us, giving one to Brad and passing the rest to us.
"A song of..." Kurt trails off.
Mr. Schue gives us a smirk. "Gold Digger." He rubs his hands together like a villain.
"Get some of that Kanye West up in here!" Mercedes exclaims, nodding her head.
"A-are w-w-we going-ing t-to perf-f-form that at t-t-the as-s-s-ssembly?" Tina asks, smiling at me softly before looking at Mr. Schue with hopeful eyes.
"Nope." He simply replies.
"But Mr. Schue, we don't want to do disco." Artie whines. The curly-haired man just ignores him, making the boy huff.
"You'll be lead," the educator points at Finn.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm still trying to learn how to walk and sing at the same time," the tall boy waves his hand, dismissing the idea.
"Guess I'll be singing then," he suggests, making the rest of us raise an eyebrow at him.
He points at Mercedes. "Can you handle it?"
"Oh, I got this!" The dark-skinned girl nods determinedly.
(Mercedes)
She takes my money, when I'm in need
Yeah she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That dig's on me
She starts, making me smirk as I shake my head, very impressed. Then Schue starts rapping. He's good, but dear god, help us! Let's just ship to the end.
Schue (New Directions)
Now I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
(Yeah, yeah, when I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke
broke
(She give me money) Now I ain't sayin'
she's a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin'
with no broke, broke
(I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head,
get down
(Get, get, get, get down oh) (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down
(I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head,
get down
(I gotta leave) Get down, girl, go 'head
(Get, get, get, get down oh)
(New Directions)
She give me money, when I'm in need
We finish, all of us smiling and semi-breathless.
"Go in there." Cameal orders me harshly.
We are currently in a match, where she tries to push me into the room where the Celibacy Club is meeting.
"Why?! I've had sex with you plenty of times and I've had sex with that baby Cheerio a few days ago! So what's the point of me going in there if I'm just going to be getting some soon." I rant, my eyes showing panic.
I know I promised Rachel I'd go with her since she used those stupid puppy dog eyes on me, but I also know that the Unholy Trinity are in that same room with her. Those four are just making my life interesting and complicated at the same time.
"'Cause you promised Rachel you'd go with her," she stops pushing me as I turn to look at her.
"Now that you've stopped struggling," she starts and without warning she pushes the handle to the door down and shoves me into the room. I grab her arm, pulling her in, with me falling onto my back.
Breathing heavily, I push off the curtains of hair off my face and I'm suddenly aware of the fact that everyone in the room has their gaze on us. Especially the gazes of Faberrittana. Again, those are Cameal's words...but I'm actually liking the sound of it...just don't tell anyone though.
I clear my throat, still noticing that Cameal is still straddling my hips. When she doesn't move, I roll my eyes and clear my throat louder and successfully getting her attention.
"Uh- can you get off of me?" I mumble, loud enough for only my fellow Native American to hear. She blushes furiously and moves quickly off of me.
Quickly picking myself up, I am faced with a few of the Cheerios including the one I slept with on the other side of the room.
Don't worry, she didn't see my secret friend. (My penis if you're that dense.)
And a lone Rachel Berry on the other.
I smile at the diva before turning my gaze to the Unholy Trinity who are shifting their sights between the three outcasts of the room.
"Why don't you draw a picture, I have time," I say cockily, a smirk forming on my face, but really, I'm just a nervous wreck inside.
"Sit your ass down." Cameal says through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed with my behavior.
So...yeah, she's bipolar.
"Damn, calmate," I tell her, putting my hands up in surrender before sitting down on Rachel's left as she flashes me her not usual smile, making my eyebrows furrow.
"See you later! And Rachel," Cameal calls out, catching the girl's attention, "Tell me if she's been a bad girl later 'cause someone hasn't been spanked for a while now.
She kisses my cheek, making me blush madly just as she dashes out the door and closing it behind her.
"So...you're a lesbian," the unknown blonde beside Santana says, ignoring her captain's glare.
Huh...I wonder what's going on there.
"Why you askin'," I raise my eyebrow at her, smirk still in place.
"Miranda tells me you're great in the sack," she tells me as if we were the only people in the room. I glance at the tanned girl on the far right, who's blushing, before looking back at the blonde girl.
"She did," I ask, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.
She nods. "Yup, and the whole school's going to know about it tomorrow," she states confidently.
"And how do you propose you'll be able to succeed," I say, not fazed at all.
"I'm going to have a chat with JBI later. He's a gossip mongrel, of course he'll eat it up," she smiles in a disgustingly sweet way.
"Let me guess, you're going to leave out the fact that Miranda," I nod towards said girl. "Is also into girls?"
Her eyes glint evilly. "Exactly."
"I'd love to see you try."
What the bitch doesn't know is that I have my own dirt on her. You see, the other day I saw this same chick flirting with one of her fellow Cheerios' boyfriend. So, you can guess what my backup plan is.
"Enough!" Quinn's voice interrupts our conversation with the stupid gavel.
What is this, Judge Judy?!
The blonde Cheerio backs down, but I switch my gaze to the captain, looking directly into her eyes, ignoring the shivers Brittanaberry is causing, as well as the one steel cord in my head that's burning with some sort of hazel-like electric bolts.
"Tell your Cheerios to back the fuck off my business if they don't want me spilling secrets about cheating boyfriends," I tell her, with malice.
She holds my gaze for a moment before completely ignoring me, turning her attention to Rachel.
"Anyways, now that the celibacy club meeting is in order and Figgins' policy to let anyone who wants, join, I'd like to not welcome Rachel what's her-name."
"And I'd love to welcome Lexi Diaz," Brittany cuts in, clapping excitedly. I smile fondly at her sincere giddiness.
"Why thank you Ms. Pierce," I tell the bubbly blonde. I chuckle when the blue-eyed girl jumps up and down in her seat in recognition.
"Where are the boys?" Rachel questions, making me seethe. I slowly turn my head towards her, my expression bearing a 'seriously' look.
"They're in the other room," she scoffs. "We'll join together in half an hour to share our faiths." she finishes with her hands still clasped together like the rest of her Cheerios.
"Oh my god." I groan, looking at the ceiling.
Let's face it, half an hour is too damn long.
15 minutes later
I try not to look...
But the perverted side of me just gets the best of me.
My eyeballs nearly pop out of their sockets when Santana spins around, her skirt rising up and showing off crimson spanks.
"God bless the perv who invented these." The Head Cheerio states. The majority of the girls laughing along with her.
"Remember the power motto girls, it's all about the teasing and not about pleasing," Quinn says, with a smirk being sent in my direction. I nearly have a heart attack when the Unholy Trinity starts shaking their hips.
Glancing sideways, I feel sweat drip down my temple when I find Rachel biting her lip unconsciously.
If Rachel go's and joins those three, oh, I'm sure I'll be gone and into heaven from the sight.
I glare at Finn from my spot in front of the dude that Ryerson has been touching inappropriately. If this were a video game, I'm pretty sure Hudson's brain juice would be flooding down the floor from the gaping hole I'm creating.
"The noise makes the angels cry," Quinn states, turning her attention to an overeager looking Finn, a fake smile on her delicate features.
Glancing a Hank, the former member of the last glee club (finally figured out the guy's name) warily, I see him scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"If that stupid balloon pops, I'm gonna be cutting off your fucking balls and gluing them under your chin so you'd look like a fucking rooster. Got me?" I growl menacingly.
I know I got the message through when he gulps down, his Adam's Apple bobbing up. Taking the balloon from his hand, I place the stupid thing between our nether regions.
This is SO not fun.
I think as I place my hands on the jock's shoulders while his hands go to my waist. Looking over my shoulder, I find Jacob trying to gaze into Rachel's eyes, whom looks far from comfortable. Deciding to help the tiny diva, I call out the Jewish boy's name.
"Yeah!" He turns his head towards me.
"Go easy on the girl," I chuckle, then winking at Rachel who relaxes a little.
"Stop it!" My gaze flickers to where Santana and the dude with roadkill, Puck, are at. The balloon between the two makes a squeak as Puck grinds into the balloon like a pig.
"Take it! Ahh- yeah." The boy croaks out. Trying to control the protective monster within me, a pop echoes through the room, making me turn away from Hank and face the 'it' couple.
"Finn!" The hazel-eyed girl chided.
"It must've...hit my zipper." Finn says, his eyes showing panic.
Really? That's his best explanation.
"You know what, this is a joke!" Rachel claims, untangling herself from Jacob's hold. She glances at me before looking at Quinn and Finn.
Okay...too much rhyming!
"Did you know that most studies have demonstrated that celibacy doesn't work in high schools? Our hormones are driving us too crazy to abstain," the dive continues, gaining the attention of all the people in the room. "The second we start telling ourselves that there's no room for compromise, we act out. The only way to deal with teen sexuality is to be prepared. That's what contraception is for," she states, looking at Quinn.
"Don't you dare mention the 'c' word." Quinn demands, glaring at the brunette, but not with the same malice as she did with the Cheerio that wants to snitch about my sexuality.
"You want to know a dirty little secret that none of them want you to know," Rachel pauses. "Girls want sex just as much as guys do."
I look between the three, slight awkwardness taking over the room. Then Rachel storms out of the room...without me!
"I-is that accurate," JB'Rael says, turning towards me. I look around the room to see that everyone is staring at me for an answer.
"Uh- well...um," I scratch my neck nervously, then shoving both my hands into my pockets.
"Hell ya!"
I dash past the Jewish boy and run out the door, embarrassment written on my face.
Yup, celibacy cannot tame me.
Ever!
"Why are we here exactly," I ask the diva from my spot on the bleachers, where the whole glee cub minus Mr. Schue is currently in the school's gym.
"Because my fellow glee clubber, I have a proposal on how we will no longer be killed at the assembly and could possibly stop all acts of slushie ambushes ."
"And what exactly do you propose divalicious," Cameal asks from her place next to Kurt.
"By giving the school what they want," the brunette grins evilly.
"Blood," Kurt deadpans, arms crossed.
"Better...-sex," she smiles, nodding her head.
I'm not going to like this aren't I?
"Me and Cameal aren't performing that song." I claim, making sure to wear my 'take no shit from anyone' face.
"Why not," Artie asks, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Look around and count how many guys and girls there are," I tell him.
"What's wrong with our numbers," Finn says, he tilts his head to the side.
I sigh exasperatedly. "There are three guys and five girls here, so there's going to be two girls that are going to be partnered up," I tell them.
"Uh...so?" Kurt says, raising an eyebrow.
"So?! We're going to get slaughtered out there if they- those stupid jocks and cheerleaders," I turn my head towards Finn. "No offense."
He shrugs. "Eh. It's all good."
"Anyways, those stupid teenagers are going to be all judgy and shit, and are probably going to make my life hell. It's bad enough those Cheerios know I'm lesbian," I shake my head as I rub my forehead.
Don't get me wrong, I love being lesbian and all, but this crap is just starting to remind me of La Push. No matter how tough I seem, insults would still get to me, but ever since that bitchy ass Cheerio threatened to tell the whole school, which hasn't happened yet, I've been pretty confident as to how the school population treats me (which is getting out of my fucking way). Thinking about it, I'm actually enjoying bad-mouthing the jocks when they try to get a rise in me. I just deal with them like how my uncles taught me...which is going Jet Li on their asses, but that's another story.
"W-we could-d al-w-ways do a p-p-plan 'b'," Tina states. I slowly turn towards the black clothed girl.
"Let me guess, it's something sexual isn't it?"
The girl blushes and chuckles awkwardly.
"M-maybe." She smiles at me cheekily.
"Why do I have to sing plan 'b'? What did I do to deserve this?" I groan as I pout.
"The whole group agreed that you're singing and the reason you're singing is because you have the most sex appeal than most of us," Cameal simply whispers to me, wearing her blue jeans and the same color V-neck.
"Why couldn't it have been Rachel?" I mumble under my breath.
"What was that?" Cameal questions, raising a eyebrow. From her expression it's clear that she heard every single word...but I'm not giving her any satisfaction.
"But why me?" I whine, slamming my fists down on my black jean clad knees.
Cameal glares at me, making me shrink on the spot.
"I told you it was because of your appeal. Now be a good girl and pay attention to what Schue's about to say," she pats my head, making my eye twitch with disapproval.
"If it makes you feel any better," the unmistakable voice Brittany whispers into my ear, her breath hitting my neck, causing the hairs to go up. "You are a good girl."
Did I mention Cameal and I are sitting in front of the Cheerios?
No wait, let me ask a better question.
Did I mention we are sitting in front of Sue Sylvester?
"Thanks Brittany," I tell her, turning my head to the side so only half of my face is visible to her.
"You're welcome," she replies, then placing a lingering peck on my temple, causing heat to run up my cheeks as I turn my attention to Schue.
"-glee club used to rule this place," he says into the mic. I ignore the sneers of the cheerleaders behind me.
"And we need new members for this epic club. I could tell you about how great glee is...but- umm...I think I'm gonna let some friends of mine show you instead," the curly haired man walks off the floor to where the jocks are seated.
The red curtains open up to reveal six silhouettes.
(ND girls)
Get up on this!
The three girls walk over to the left side of the stage as the guys go to the other.
Get up on this!
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this!
(ND guys)
Ah, push it (Mercedes: Hey!)
Ah, push it
(Rachel)
Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Salt and
Peppa's here!
(Artie)
Now wait a minute, y'all
Now this dance ain't for everybody
Only sexy people
So all you fly mothers
Get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!
Holla
Oh Jesus!
That's what I'm thinking. Rachel is gonna be the death of me, but at the same time I want to punch Finn for groping the tiny diva.
(ND girls)
Get up on this!
(ND guys)
Ah, push it
(ND girls)
Get up on this!
(ND guys)
Ah, push it
(Mercedes)
Hey!
(New Directions)
Aaaahhhhh!
Push it!
They all stand with thei sides to the sudience, each of them with only one of their arms pointing out. Which is also my cue. A different beat plays and I'm thankful for the length of the intro before it goes onto the lyrics. Taking a deep breath, I hurry up putting on my ear mic, then exhaling as the words pour out my mouth.
Don't be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
Please stay
The spotlight turns away from the majority of the New Directions, landing on me and Cameal.
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me
We stand up simultaneously. We walk down the bleachers towards the stage, then spinning around facing the audience.
Got time, but I don't mind
Just wanna rock you girl
I'll have whatever you have
Come on, just give it a whirl
See I've been watching you
I like the way you move
So go ahead, girl just do
That hip shaking thing you do
I bump my hip against Tina's once, making her stumble slightly but as soon as she's balanced, she shows me an amused smile on her face.
As I dance the exact steps of the song, I am oblivious to the lustful stares of four specific eyes, hazel eyes in particular.
So you grab your girls
And you grab a couple more
And you all come meet me
In the middle of the floor
Said the air is thick, it's smelling right
So you pass to the left and you sail to the right
I spin left around Mercedes, then I run to the right; sliding on my knees shortly after. As the song progresses, my mind starts to change about how I feel about people viewing my sexuality. Maybe it's the adrenaline rush or just the joy of singing, but whatever it is that's boosting my confidence level, I like it.
I don't mean no harm
Just wanna rock you girl
Make a move, but be calm
Let's go, let's give it a whirl
See it appears to me
You like the way I move
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
Pull you close and share my groove
I pull Cameal towards me; her back pressed to my front as we grind to the beat for a few moments.
(ND guys)
Don't be so quick to walk away
Dance with me
I wanna rock your body
Please stay
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me
I do a body roll, smirking when I hear a person cat-call.
(ND girls)
Talk to me girl
No disrespect, I don't mean no harm
(ND girls)
Talk to me girl
I can't wait to have you in my arms
(ND girls)
Talk to me girl
Hurry up cause your taking too long
(ND girls)
Talk to me girl
Better have you naked by the end of this song
I push of my black button down, flinging it behind me, leaving me in a tight maroon tank top.
So what did you come for
I came to dance with you
And you know that you don't want to hit the floor
I came to romance with you
You're searching for love forever more
It's time to take a chance
If love is here on the floor
(ND guys)
Girl
I start my dance solo while making easy beat boxing combos.
Bring the beat back
(ND girls)
Hey
Dance with me
(ND guys)
Yeah
Come on baby
Don't be so quick to walk away
(New Directions)
Just think of me and you
Don't be so quick to walk away
(New Directions)
We could do something
Don't be so quick to walk away
(New Directions)
I like the way you look right now
Don't be so quick to walk away
(New Directions)
Come over here baby
Are you feeling me?
Let's do something
Let's make a bet
Cause I gotta have you naked by the end of this song
My fellow mistfits form a triangle behind me; myself at the front with Cameal and Rachel beside me, and Finn at the back with Mercedes and Tina. All of us with our left arms behind our backs; heads down and our right arm straight forward with our fingers pointing at the audience.
I start to get anxious when I don't hear the usual appreciation after performances, but then again this school isn't usual.
"Yes!" I hear Jacob shout out. Then everyone in the audience stands, clapping enthusiastically except for Sue and her Cheerios.
"You still think plan 'b' is full of crap," Cameal manages to say through the appreciated applause.
"Maybe a little," I yell out, chuckling when Cameal rolls her eyes at me. My eyes start their adventure, sweeping across the faces of students. They land on the Unholy Trinity as I feel the gaze of Rachel on the back of my head.
"What the hell are you wearing," Cameal says as she walks into my room. I look up from the book I'm reading from my place on the bed.
"Can you tell me what I'm wearing," I ask, confused about what she's talking about.
"I'm talking about the black beanie sitting on your head. How the hell did you even manage to make your hair disappear?"
"Oh, that! I put my hair into this- like bun," I wave my hand absentmindedly, my attention drifting back to the book.
"Okay, just to be honest, you looked," she pauses, biting her lip. "Delicious."
I gulp down nervously. "Uh...thanks?"
"Do you have like those nerdy glasses or something?" She whispers huskily.
I blink at her. "Are you sapiosexual?" I raise a curious eyebrow at her, sort of amused by her behavior.
She mumbles a 'maybe.' Deciding that I should humor the girl, I put down the book and reach towards my book shelf where I placed my brand new glasses.
Once I've put them on, I try to hide my smirk when Cameal lets out a whistle.
"Hot damn," she breathes out as she unconsciously leans in. When her face is a foot away from mine, I gently slap my hand over her mouth, grinning smugly.
"Not tonight sweetheart," I say, shaking my finger at her. I jump off the bed and run out the room, cackling evilly.
"Are you kidding me?!" I hear Cameal groan in frustration behind me.
"See you later," Tina says, leaving the girls locker room after all the girls have left to go home after PE.
"Bye!" I call out.
After glancing around, I strip off my shirt, leaving me in a black sports bra and basketball shorts. I was about to peel off my shirt when I hear a sniffle echo from the showers. Carefully walking through the pathway of lockers, I take a step inside the shower room. Looking from left to right, I am met with empty stalls, but once I get to the last one on the left, my breath gets caught in my throat.
Quinn.
Still in her cheerleading uniform, (well, a soaked uniform 'cause the shower is on) with her thighs pressed to her chest and forehead touching her knees. I slowly creep into the stall and slide down the wall, cautiously sitting beside her with my legs stretched out, the water splattering my body. The sudden movement making the cheerleader's head snap up.
I am met with red puffy eyes and a hardened expression that breaks once she see's me. Without warning the hazel-eyed beauty, I put my arm around her slumped shoulders and gently pull her towards me.
"What's the matter?" I whisper into her hair.
"I'm fat." She grumbles.
"No you're not, you're perfect." I tell her softly as I press a kiss to her temple.
She sniffles again. "If I was perfect then Finn wouldn't be in Rachel's business and kissing those plump lips," she leans her head into my chest as my eyes widen at what she said.
Damn, she must have a crush on the diva.
I feel anger in my chest when I realize that Finn is a cheating little bastard. I mean, even though Quinn told me she's lesbian and probably shouldn't really be affected by this, a girl shouldn't be treated like that, like come on, that's a total dick move.
"Are you sure that's precise?"
"I saw them kissing in the auditorium." She tells me, wringing her fingers.
Oh, how I'd love to just march down there and pry those slobby flaps off of Rachel and tear him a new one.
Looking at the girl beside me, my heart breaks a little more.
I could always tear him a new one later.
"Quinn, look at me."
The cheerleader takes her gaze away from the wall across from us and gives me her undivided attention.
"You are not fat, okay. But even if you were I would still know that you are beautiful and insanely amazing in everyway." I pause, not knowing what else to say. "My words might seem awkward and that...I'm just saying this to make you feel better but in reality I'm not. 'Cause everything I just said abut you being beautiful- are just straight up facts," I let out a deep breath. "Looks don't matter b-but what matters...is the true person that is hiding in the shadows within yourself. The person that is comfortable in their skin. Complete even. I don't know what else to tell you," I shake my head, chuckling softly, unaware of the adoring look I'm getting. "All I know is that...you're a well dedicated person- I could go on forever but I feel that I'm starting to prune. You're beautiful- no wait, scratch that, you're drop dead gorgeous. Whatever these high school bitches tell you that is hurtful or something like that, I want you to believe that you are the most breathtaking-"
I am cut off when soft lips are pressed onto mine.
Shivers explode through my nerves, making my self control disappear...completely.
My lips start to tingle involuntarily. I feel hands place themselves on each sides of my neck, her cold fingers grazing my jaw, causing my breathing to falter slightly.
Quinn starts to move. I feel her straddling my legs and her nails digging into my shoulder blades, the movement of her lips never stopping. I softly bite her bottom lip, earning a loud moan as water drips down my face.
I thank god that I decided to wear my compression shorts otherwise- well you already know.
The hazel-eyed girl's hands start to travel down my arms and to my stomach, continuing their oh so lovely assault. Her fingertips once again finding friction against my skin, leaving goosebumps everywhere. I let out a soft groan.
And just like that, in one-fourth of a second after I made a sound, there's no more weight above me. My eyes pop open to find myself alone in the stall.
Carefully standing up and walking out of the running shower, I don't see a sign of Quinn.
I groan out in frustration.
Stupid teenage sex hormones.
"So-...what's the reason for my presence at school...-this early in the morning," I ask Mr. Schue the next day as I walk alongside him to the choir room.
"Well based on your truthfulness and kind exterior, I was thinking that your judgment is the best for this specific job," the curly-haired man replies as we stop just outside our destination.
"And what's the job exactly, if you don't mind me asking," I narrow my eyes at him as I adjust my glasses that I finally decided to wear. The man says silent, completely ignoring the question and opening the choir room door instead. I let the middle aged director walk into the room first, then I walk in- not really paying attention to my surroundings.
I'm sleepy okay?! You can't really blame me for wanting more sleep.
"The job as a co-judge." He says as I finish rubbing my eyes.
"What do you-" I stop short when I realize that we're not the only people in the room.
I am met with the grinning face of Brittany, an amused look of Santana, and of course the superior expression of Quinn with blush tinting her cheeks; probably remembering what occurred yesterday.
"So...-co-judge? As in they're auditioning?" I glance at the three cheerleaders.
Mr. Schue just nods.
"For glee club?" I continue slowly, not really believing what's happening right now.
Am I still dreaming?
He nods again.
"Well, that's..." I try to find some sort of word in my head. I want to say surprising but I feel as if I might offend them.
"...great." I finish, smiling awkwardly.
"It sure is." Mr. Schue agrees. "Anyways, I'm quite surprised that you guys are trying out," Mr. Schue directs it to the Unholy Trinity.
"You should be aware that Finn and I are dating from the school newspaper. So what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support him." Quinn smiles sweetly, which is obviously fake.
"Well take it away." Mr. Schue says, pressing one of the buttons of the stereo.
I go over to Mr. Schue's place near the piano and stand next to him as the music starts.
(Quinn)
The moment I wake up
Just by the few lyrics I'm already smiling brightly. Her voice has an angelic tone to it that I'm practically eating up every word that comes out of her mouth.
Before I put on my make-up
(Brittana)
Make-up
(Quinn)
I say a little
(Brittana)
Prayer for you
(Quinn)
While combing my hair now
And wondering what dress to wear now
(Brittana)
Wear now
(Quinn)
I say a little
(Brittana)
Prayer for you
(Fabrittana)
Forever, forever
You'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever
We never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, together
That's how it must be
To live without you
(Brittana)
Would only mean
(Fabrittana)
Heartbreak for me.
As the song progresses, I start bobbing me head to the tempo of the song.
(Quinn)
I run for the bus dear
While riding, I think of us dear
(Brittana)
Us dear
I almost get a heart attack when they bounce their hips to the side, revealing a little too much skin. I start getting a little distracted to pay attention to the performance when I shamefully begin to think of undesirable things to get my friend to...umm- shrink down, 'cause umm...it's getting really painful for me.
(Fabrittana)
Forever, forever
You'll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever and ever
We never will part
Oh how I love you
Together, together
That's how it must be
To live without you
(Brittana)
Would only mean
(Fabrittana)
Heartbreak for me
The song comes to an end with Quinn at the front, with Santana and Brittany behind the Head Cheerio. My hands get clammy when I catch sight of Brittany biting her lip, my appendage twitching inside my shorts.
"What do you think Lexi?" I hear Mr. Schue ask.
"Umm...-there's p-plenty of room for n-new members," I breathe out, not bothering to look at the director. Only staring at the trio before me who has smirks upon their faces.
Literally, I'm going to have to go to the hospital if this keeps happening.
A/N:
Songs:
Gold Digger by Kanye West
Push It by Salt-N-Pepa
Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake (with changes for Lexi)
I Say a Little Prayer by Aretha Franklin
Special thanks to guest, Jessbarb, gabbieg, Alexis99, BuzzyDeanPoP, Charliechameleon, DeathKeeper56, GleekMonster, Isaiah Flamez, Julie4Days, ShadowHunter2012, WolfJOEY1997, .94, cstotts1, dana9095, jazzydefe, neveryoumind, serenity-neko-chan, Charmonster12
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