Quinn's short blonde hair is ruffled and untamed when she throws the covers off of her and sits up in bed. She reaches for her alarm clock and then stops as she realizes what day it is. Today she would be officially meeting Rachel, officially making a first impression. She's more than nervous.
Sam is already digging into the bacon and eggs their mom has made when she finally comes downstairs.
"Jesus, Quinn!" Her brother sets down his glass of orange juice. "I thought you were dead or something. What took you so long?"
Quinn rolls her eyes and waves away the plate her mom is handing her. "Nothing." She opts for an apple and toast instead.
Sam catches on and a smile plays on his face. "Ohhh I know," he nudges her. "Glee today."
"Sam! Shush." Quinn glances quickly from her mother to Sam. She didn't take notice. Quinn utters a sigh of relief. If there was one thing she didn't want right now, it was her mom pestering her about Rachel.
Sam shrugs and finishes his breakfast. He picks up his backpack and swings it over his shoulder, grabbing the door. "Coming?"
Quinn huffs and grabs her own school bag. "Yeah."
She plants a quick kiss on her mom's cheek before following Sam out of the door and to his car in the driveway.
At school Quinn's classes couldn't go faster. She hasn't seen Rachel at all today, but she's been partially avoiding her for some reason that not even she is sure of. Nerves probably.
She taps her pencil wickedly on her desk, and it matches the taps her foot is making against the chair leg. 8 more minutes, 8 more minutes, she breathes, scribbling down the notes as her AP Economics teacher clicks to the next slide in his boring powerpoint.
The bell rings and Quinn is the first one through the door. Sam's locker is so far away. And there are only 5 minutes until Quinn is declared late to her 8th period.
"Dammit, Sam," she curses under her breath as she reaches his locker and he is nowhere to be found. Then she spots him down the hall, arms wrapped around Mercedes, his girlfriend. She smiles and almost decides not to interrupt but she doesn't have time to wait. 2 minutes left.
"Quinn! Hey!" She freezes, because who could be calling her? She spins and there's a small brunette coming toward her with a smile on her face. It's Rachel. Of course it's Rachel.
Quinn offers up a smile and a wave, waiting for the girl to pass by but she doesn't. Quinn sighs nervously. "Um hey … Rachel, right?" As if she didn't know.
"Yeah, it's Rachel, I just wanted to…um, welcome you to McKinley. You being Sam's sister and all." The brunette nods up at Quinn, so excited, so friendly. Quinn relaxes and a smile broadens on her face. She can't control it because she's finally talking to that cute girl she saw yesterday. But it can't last, because the bell rings and Quinn is late now. A glance behind her confirms that Sam has already went to class, clearly not seeing her so determined to talk to him before.
"I'm late, and my class is on the other side of the school. But," she sighs, talking fast and moving around Rachel, "thanks. "
"No problem. Maybe I'll see you around." Rachel calls as the blonde starts to dash down the hallway, her Calculus teacher doesn't tolerate lateness.
Well, that went smoothly, Quinn thinks to herself as she skids to halt in front of room 207. She pats her dress down and pulls the door open. All the eyes in the room flock to her and she's reprimanded by her teacher. Strike one, on the second day of school. Quinn doesn't talk for the rest of the hour.
By the time the final bell rings, Quinn doesn't know if she wants to go to glee club after all. What will Rachel think now that she so rudely left her mid sentence after last period. Breathe, Quinn. Breathe. You can do this.
She lifts her bag over her shoulder and leaves the classroom after it has emptied of students grasping at their 3 pm freedom call. Her fingers drum idly on her binder and she hooks a left in the direction of the choir room. The few minutes feel like hours as the walks down the hallway. Sam is there, waiting outside of the double doors. She stops in front of him and shoves her elbow into his side.
"Quinn! Shit, what the hell was that for?" He rubs the spot below his ribcage. Her green eyes lock with his and they're stern, irritated. Sam throws his hands up in defense because he never knows what he does wrong when it comes to Quinn. "What?!"
Quinn grumbles and then motions for him to follow her into the classroom. "Nothing, I just…well, I was trying to find you today after 7th period but then I-" That's as far as she gets because the chatter in the room they're entering subsides and now she is surrounded by silence.
"-meet our new member Quinn!" The curly haired, 30 something, vest wearing teacher that's standing in front of the students says.
"New member?" She cuts a glare at Sam, who shrugs. He was supposed to tell Mr. Shoestring- or whatever his name was- that she was only sitting in. Clearly he didn't, and now she's stuck.
Her eyes go back to the teenagers sitting across from her. They glide over each of them and she notices that almost all of them are in her classes. Then there's a pair of brown eyes that looked equally as shocked that Quinn is standing up her being introduced as the new member of the glee club.
"Okay, can this chick even sing?" There's a nasty remark from one of the girls in the back row. She's a cheerleader, and her legs are stretched across the lap of another Cheerio, a blonde one. Their hands are folded over one another and Quinn almost smiles. Sam had said something about a couple other LGBT kids in here.
"Of course she can sing, Santana. She's my sister and you already know I can sing." Sam's voice is clear and directed at the latina in the back but it's not cutting. He gets another nudge in his side.
"Whatever, Trouty. So Mary Jane, come on let's hear those so called pipes of gold." He girl smirks and Quinn gulps. She didn't plan on singing. She didn't plan on this at all.