Kitty strutted down the corridor, a smug smirk plastered on her face. She was top bitch at this school now, and it felt so good. As she approached her locker, she froze. Her eyes widened as THE Quinn Fabray sautnered down the corridor in her direction, hands on hips and head held high. Kitty choked back a girlish squeal. Quinn was a legend at McKinley and Kitty's idol; she was everything Kitty aspired to be. She watched in awe as the blonde turned a corner and headed towards the choir room. Quickly, Kitty grabbed her books and slammed her locker before rushing after the girl. What did she have left to lose? There are moments in life where you only get one shot, and she couldn't screw this one up.