*Authors Note* Hola Chicas/Chicos. Here is chapter 7. It contains Hummelberry, Hummelbray awkward!Finchel, Angry!blaine and angry!quinn, and a Quaine scene in the locker room. We get a little bit more insight into Blaine's thoughts, but you definitely learn about Quinn and her motives as well. Enjoy! Please read and review. Reviews make Andi happy

Chapter 7

"So where were you yesterday?" Kurt asked leaning in front of Rachel to check his hair in the bedazzled mirror she had hanging in her locker. "You weren't sick where you? Because we have championships coming up soon and you know Coach Sylvester won't be slacking on us when we're not that far away. Especially when her top cheerleader is the one causing us to fall behind."

"I will not be the one to make us fall behind, nor will we." Rachel said, shoving him back to reach inside and grab her books. "I just needed a mental health day." She lied. "So I wasn't physically sick, just-"

"Mentally sick?" Kurt sneered.

"Screw you,"

"Rach, are you sure you're feeling okay? You've been acting funny lately."

"What are you talking about?" She demanded.

"You've been distracted at lunch, on edge, and you skipped school the other day. It just doesn't seem like you." Kurt shrugged.

Rachel sighed, and silently agreed with her friend. She had been acting weird, all because of Blaine. Ever since he showed up things have gone wrong. Her attendance, her focus, and her relationship. Yet, the night she had spent at his house was beginning to change her mind. As much as she hated that she had broken down in front of him, maybe it could help her. Blaine Anderson was a mysterious boy and Rachel knew he had secrets, secrets that if he were to spill to her she could hold dearly for the future if he really does decide to fuck her over. She didn't really want it to happen that way, but a girl needed to have some type of leverage. Besides, she wasn't going to be that scared little girl around him anymore. He'd seen her weak, yes, but not anymore. Rachel didn't need to know Blaine for his entire life to understand his attitude, he was going to make a move, and make it soon. Rachel would be ready.

Her eyes shifted back to Kurt when someone else caught her eye behind him. Finn had just turned the corner and spotted her as well. Rachel was expecting to see sadness in his eyes but the anger was still evident. She buried herself in her locker digging out a textbook she didn't even need as he stomped past, making the effort to shoot her a cold look on his way.

"What was that about?" Kurt asked, noticing the obvious tension between the two. "What's going on with you two? When I asked Finn where you were yesterday he made kind of a cave-man-grunting noise and looked away. Did something happen?"

"I'll tell you what happened." Kurt and Rachel looked up at the out-of-place yet too familiar voice. Quinn was standing just across the hall, leaning against the opposite set of lockers before crossing over to them. "Little Miss Priss wouldn't put out for the lead quarterback and now he's dumped her ass to go fuck Santana's."

"Shut up, Fabray," Rachel snapped. "That's not what happened."

"Oh?" Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Please enlighten me."

"She doesn't have to explain yourself to you," Kurt said, stepping it. "Why don't you go back to your dirty hang out spot and get high like you do every day?"

Quinn ignored her brother and kept her eyes on Rachel. "Tell me, where did you get that hickey, Berry? Was Finn actually coordinated enough not to fall on you while sucking there?"

Immediately Rachel's hand flew to her collar, covering up the hickey that Blaine had given her the day before. She cursed herself silently, for giving herself away since she had covered it up with make-up that morning. "Nothing I do is any of your business Fabray, nor will it ever become your business."

Quinn smirked and Rachel had the strong urge to slap it off her face. It seemed as though Quinn knew something she didn't and Rachel hated not being two steps in front of everyone. "Maybe not but I hear someone else has business with you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Rachel insisted.

"Anderson."

"Who?" Kurt asked annoyed.

"Blaine Anderson." Quinn replied, equally annoyed. "You know dark hair, darker eyes, and leather jacket. Wants to fuck the holy virgin?"

"Talking about me, are you?"

Rachel turned instinctively toward the smooth voice and saw Blaine standing beside Quinn giving her a leering look. "Feeling better, Berry?" He asked, turning to look straight at her, ignoring the other Cheerio.

"I'm fine," She said, her mouth going a little dry. Rachel wondered what he was going to do. She'd be mortified if he spilled about the day before right there in front of Kurt and Quinn. She didn't know in whose hands the information would be worse.

"Ew," Kurt scrunched his nose. "You smell, like… god I don't even know what that is-"

"It's called cum," Blaine smirked, enjoying the look of disgust grow on the two Cheerio's faces. "Had me a little jerk just before I decided to come down this way," His eyes glanced over to Rachel and her breath stopped. She began to notice it did this every time he gave her that hooded look and little smile. She couldn't stop her thoughts from running away from her and the image of him doing exactly what he had just said he had been doing not only moments before.

"You alright there?" Quinn's voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and Rachel turned to the skank. Again she was wearing that grin and Quinn knew it pissed Rachel off. She just enjoyed Blaine at work; finally seeing the little cheerleader lose her cool was a admirable sight.

"Why don't you go blacken you're lungs some more and you," Rachel turned to Blaine. "Why don't you go shower?"

Blaine smiled at her. "Only if you join me."

Rachel placed her hand on Kurt and laughed off his suggestion. "Come on Kurt, we've got practice to get to."

"Rachel wait,"

She stopped, surprised to hear Blaine calling after her.

"Q, I'll meet you where I told you I'll be. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"If that's all you need," She said slyly, smiling at the chuckle she earned from her friend before turning and heading down the hall away from them.

"You, Hummel, leave." Blaine ordered.

"Who the hell are you to-" Kurt was about to snap, stepping forward.

"Kurt, its fine." Rachel said stepping in front of her friend. Kurt never got beaten up despite his sexuality but Rachel didn't think Blaine cared what he was, gay or a Cheerio. She just knew that he didn't really care for people going up against him. "I'll be right there. I just need to talk to him about our English project."

"Okay…" Kurt said, after giving Blaine a scrutinizing look. "Don't be late. Coach was already mad you missed practice yesterday."

"I won't!" Rachel reassured him, before Kurt turned and exited the building to go out on the field. When he was gone Rachel turned to Blaine. "What do you want?"

"Feisty." Blaine said. "Tonight. My House. I'll have some beer ready."

Rachel threw her head back laughing. "You really think you can get me that easily Anderson? Who says you're the only one who can enjoy the chase?"

"Oh so you want to play huh?" Blaine grinned, looking her up and down taking all of her in thinking about how much fun this was going to be. "I don't think you'll win. I've been playing this game for a long time."

"By the look of surprise it seemed like it was always single-player." Rachel crossed her arms, proud of her confidence. "Surely that can't be the sole reason to think I'll really show up tonight just because you said so. You've got to have another reason."

"Oh I'm not the one with a reason to. It's a mutual benefit."

"How so?"

Blaine leaned into her so his mouth was aligned with her ear. "Because I can smell you're arousal from minutes ago when I talked about jerking off. You pay me a visit tonight and I'll make sure you don't leave unsatisfied." Rachel gasped at his hot breath and his words, no doubt adding fuel to the flickering fire in her abdomen. "Have fun at practice Rachel," He said, pulling away. "I'll see you tonight."

Without waiting for her to respond, Blaine walked past her, heading in the same direction Quinn had left in. He smiled coyly as he walked away, enjoying the fact that he had left her standing there, wet and panting just from his words and how close he had stood by her. There was no doubt in his mind that she would show up at his house once again. Blaine knew she would try to convince herself otherwise but no less the outcome would be the same. He had to shake the thoughts from his head before he got too excited, he could already feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Walking into the boy's locker room he was glad to find it empty besides Quinn who was sitting in Coach Beiste's chair, which was probably the most sanitary seat in the whole room. He shed his leather jacket and threw it over to her. Quinn caught it easily before tossing it somewhere else. Blaine lifted the black v-neck off of his shoulders, revealing the toned muscles and dug into the equipment garage for some wrap.

"So I saw the hickey you have her," Quinn said, lighting a cigarette. "And the swollen lip. I'm impressed Anderson, and you know me, I'm not easily impressed.

Blaine raised his wrapped fists and threw Quinn a knowing smirk before throwing punches at the bag hanging in front of him from the wall.

"Shut up," Quinn scoffed, noting the look he'd given her.

"I didn't say anything," He grunted.

"So you think the terms of the bet could change?" She asked. "Maybe you'll take her virginity in the next week. Or next 24 hours?"

"Impossible," Blaine said, landing the perfect right hook.

"Given up on yourself have you?"

"Impossible because she isn't a virgin," He paused to look at Quinn's shocked face, enjoying the fact he was able to pull one over her. "Doesn't mean I still won't fuck her." Blaine turned back to the bag, continuing his boxing routine.

"No way Hudson managed that," Quinn said, blowing out the smoke. "Who was it? Puckerman? It's got to be, no one else would be able to."

Blaine punched harder, trying to ignore Quinn's words. Noah Puckerman was starting to get on his nerves and how everyone compared the two of them. The guy was all talk and nothing else, Blaine had more bad in his dick than the guy had in his whole body. Just the fact that the one conquest Blaine had been looking forward to had already been completed pissed him off even more. He wanted to be Rachel's first. Punch. The first name she moaned. Punch. The first person she'd come for. Punch. The first dick she'd ever felt. Punch.

He was furious.

"You okay there Anderson?" Quinn narrowed her eyes, looking at him suspiciously. "Don't tell me that little cheerleaders got you all hot and bothered now. So what if Puckerman broke her?" Quinn stood and walked over to lean against the lockers and being able to talk to him while he boxed. "Saves you the trouble, just fuck the girl and drop her ass. Satisfaction for all."

Blaine just glanced at her, not replying. Yes, it would be satisfying but there was something more to Rachel than just the bet and he didn't really know if he wanted to let Quinn know. She was the most vindictive of all the girls he'd ever met and or slept with. "You really hate her don't you?" Blaine smirked, masking his curiosity.

"She thinks she's entitled to everything," Quinn snapped. "Like everything and everyone should belong to her."

Blaine stopped, dropping his arms to his sides, and giving his friend a look. There was something behind her voice that was a secret, something that she wasn't telling him. Quinn avoided his gaze and he knew. Quinn wasn't just enjoying the idea of this bet for fun; she had some type of motive behind it. "What aren't you telling me Q?"

"Nothing." She growled, dropping her cigarette and crushing it beneath her toe. "I've got to go, I'll see you later Anderson." Quinn made a move to exit but Blaine's sweaty palm gripped her forearm, pulling her back.

"Talk to me!"

"Don't touch me!" Quinn shrieked, pulling away from him. "Don't think you can treat me like some other little whore,"

"Says the one who crawled into bed with me," He sneered, looking at her. There weren't many people, or any at all, he cared about in the world but one person who had come close was Quinn. She was his only friend.

"I said I've got to go," Quinn grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She turned to leave but before she did, she dug into her pocket to pull out a carton of smokes. "Here," She said, tossing them on the bench. "You seem tense and I've got another for me. I better leave before we begin to kill each other." She paused, still not moving. "Don't go soft on me Blaine, I mean it when I say she thinks she can have everything. The school. The grades. The boys. Including my brother." Blaine stared blankly at her, soaking up her confession. "Don't let yourself fall into her grips either."

Finally Quinn walked out, leaving Blaine alone. Angered by the sudden wave of thoughts going through his head, he spun landing a hard, rough kiss in the center of the bag, forcing it to swing far more than a regular punch would. Fucking girls, He thought. Too much damn trouble.