CHAPTER TWO: CLOSER

Quinn walked up to the locker room already regretting what had just happened. She wrapped her hair in a small but messy ponytail and threw her cheerio uniform over her elegant body. Before she could go any further she sat on the bench behind her to clear her thoughts. What just happened? Did I really just voluntarily spend more than minutes in the same room as a glee nerd? And why am I even contemplating it?

Breathe.

She needed to think this through more. Quinn Fabray, captain of the cheerios and celibacy club since Sophomore year, dating Puckerman, and at the top of all of her classes, well, second if you count Berry. But nonetheless, the world was at her feet, and if she even gave a second look at Mike, would that all be gone? What was she-

"Quinn?" a sharp voice came from the door. The Latino moved her head from left to right, observing the room for the blonde cheerleader. "You in here?" Quinn immediately stood up, pretending to just be finishing a sip of her water bottle.

"Over here," she called, continued her act.

"Coach Sylvester's been waiting for you. I made up some bullcrap about how you were stuck in physics with Mr Hall. Ugh, where the hell were you!"

"I was in here, San, where else would I be?" she scoffed lightly, taking another sip of her water bottle.

"Before..?" Santana's voice sharpened as she crossed her arms slowly.

"I was just with Mi-"Santana squinted a little. "-chael... on the football team, we were talking about his girlfriend. She's a total bitch." Quinn turned around to close her locker, desperately trying to avoid the conversation.

"Whatever, let's just get to practise before Coach Sylvester catches us. You were supposed to be leading warm up today so she had Britt take your place."

"Aw, Britt, such a sweetie," Quinn eagerly attempted to move the conversation on to somebody else, so she linked her arm with Santana's and walked towards the football field. "So how are you and Brittany then?"

As Mike packed up and left to get home and study, he decided to walk through the football field as he was still buzzing from his conversation with Quinn Fabray. He knew she was out practising so he just wanted one more look at her. And there she was. At the top of the pyramid with that golden smile of hers. Only Quinn Fabray could pull off such elegance and dominance at once, and only Quinn Fabray was all Mike wanted. He stood still for a moment, gazing upon the top of the pyramid. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she slowly climbed down.

"What are you looking at, Chink!" came a screech from the megaphone. "GET OUT OF HERE!" Mike ran as fast as he could and tripped over his shoe laces immediately. The entire cheerio squad instantly laughed at him, besides Quinn. She felt terrible, but to keep up her reputation, a big fake giggle came across her face.

"What a loser, right?" she said under her breath to Santana, but feeling a rage of guilt rushing right through her. As Mike got up, he quickly looked across the field at Quinn.

"Sorry," she mouthed sympathetically. Mike quickly shook his head forgivingly and walked to the exit. How embarrassing. He thought. Why the heck did I just do that? To look at a girl that doesn't even like me? Ugh. As Mike opened the gate to leave, he was stopped by a sudden voice behind him.

"Hey," Quinn called, her voice as delicate as a porcelain doll. "Sorry about that." Mike turned around as a relieved smile entered his face.

"Uh- No problem..." the confused Asian uttered. "Won't you get in trouble for being here? With me?"

"Coach Sylvester doesn't seem to be too concerned with my whereabouts right now", Quinn and Mike turned to see Sue screeching at a few freshmen Cheerios as they didn't perfect their newly given routines. "But I came here to apologise, and, to talk about earlier on, with you..."

"What about it?" Mike moved a step closer, feeling a little closer to Quinn Fabray already.

"I mean, I-"

"Hey Quinn," Santana came walking with her arms crossed and a slightly concerned tone. "What are you doing, here?" her eyes moved quickly to Mike to show Quinn what she meant. Quinn looked down at the ground, desperately trying to get away from the conversation.

"Nothing, San, just talking."

"With him?"

"Yeah," Quinn stopped herself before she said anymore.

"About...?" Santana was now standing right ahead of Quinn's vision, making it impossible to be ignored.

"She was just telling me to never walk this way when practise is on," Mike interrupted the girl's conversation about him that he was never really invited into. Quinn's eyebrows rose immediately as Santana quickly turned to Mike with the scowl still remaining on her face.

"Then why the hell are you still here?" she hissed. Mike quickly walked away before she could say any more. Quinn watched as the innocent kid who she didn't finish apologising to walked off. She bit her lip as she saw him leave.

Ugh. Was all she could think. What the hell Santana? But she never said it, she only kept on walking.

AUTHOR NOTE: I was not very fond with how this chapter turned out, but in order for other characters to notice this, I had allocated certain parts of this chapter.

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