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"Good morning!" Will says to me as I stumble around to find my clothes.
"Morning…" I'm looking for my underwear…Where have they gone?
"Looking for your underwear?"
"Yeah, that would be It."
"It's in the wash, thought you might want clean underwear for the day." He winked.
"Thank you. Hey, guess what…its show day! Are you excited for Britney?"
"Hell yes! Are you excited?"
"Nervous, but yeah…I'd say I'm excited."
"Why are you nervous?"
"Coach Sue doesn't like Britney."
"She can't do anything. What's the worst she can do?"
"Do you actually want the answer to that?" I giggle.
"No, probably not; we'll be fine though." Will walked over to me and hugged me, whilst kissing my neck, I was immediately turned on. Being kissed on the neck is the biggest turn on for me.
"Oh, no…You need to stop." I giggled. I was trying to be serious, but it wasn't working real well for me. Will had his hand on the inside of my shirt, just touching and feeling around again, it felt really, really, really good. He knew all the right spots to touch.
"Will, we have to…" I moaned.
"Go to…." Another loud moan.
"School." I finally finish my sentence.
He pulls away but keeps me by his side.
"I made you breakfast," he said to me.
When we arrived at school, Will dropped me around the corner and I walked to the entrance, after deciding it was probably too risky to arrive at school together.
"Quinn; Coach Sue wants to see you in her office." Brittany said to me as soon as I walked through the doors.
"Okay, are you coming with me?"
"Nooo. She wants to see you, just you."
"Thanks Brittany." I say as I walk towards my locker. We have the Homecoming assembly up first, and then we have practice starting at recess and continuing through period 4. I'm so glad that McKinley puts Cheerios and Glee Club into my timetable; it's so beneficial for me.
"Sue, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes Quinn, come in." She ushers me into her office.
"I need reassurance that your Glee Club is not performing Britney Spears at the Home Coming Pep Assembly."
"We're not doing Britney." I say, "I've really got to go and get ready for the assembly though."
"That's all then." She says, dismissing me with her hand.
"Okay guys, this performance can make or break us. Thank you to Britney Spears to being our inspiration and the magical person that gave us this song to perform." Rachel started.
"YOU'RE DOING BRITNEY SPEARS?!" Becky exclaimed; she must've been standing there the whole time. She ran off immediately, probably to tell Coach Sue. If Becky hadn't interrupted, I'm pretty sure Rachel would've performed a whole monologue for us; about the importance of this moment and how it's going to bring us greatness and blah blah blah. I wonder if she ever gets sick of hearing her own voice.
"Don't worry about Sue, she can't do anything." Will said, watching Becky run off.
"Let's do it guys!" Finn said, putting his hand in the centre of our circle, prompting for everyone else to follow. We all put our hands in and yelled "Team Glee!"
Our performance didn't get much response for the first little bit, but at the chorus everyone went crazy. I was already going crazy, Will was so sexy. I wanted to be that hat more than Lauren Zizes did. The funny thing is…I'd already been there and I actually wanted to go back, which was a weird feeling. Once I'd had sex with Puck, I was kind of turned off by the whole idea of having sex.
Our performance went fine, and everybody was really pumped up about it. That was before Sue pulled the Fire Bell and everyone went racing out, scared for their lives. I can't believe she did that.
Before she pulled the alarm there was a little bit of rowdiness in the crowd, but that was positive reaction; what we aimed for. Although, I'm pretty sure I saw Jacob get punched. Don't know what happened there.
When the alarm was pulled, we just sort of all stood there on stage; watching everybody run and scream.
"Well guys, that was a good performance and we did get a very positive response from the other kids…" Will tried awkwardly to fill the lingering silence after the gym completely emptied; without taking his anger out on us. I could tell he was angry, so could everybody else. We were all angry I suppose, Sue had just ruined what would've been a good moment for us.
"Well, at least we didn't get slushied." Rachel said as we packed up our things and headed out of the gym.
"True." Artie agreed. Everyone was disappointed, and I was too. I felt sorry for them; for most of them it was their only chance, at least I have Cheerios, this is a big part of some of their lives. It was in mine too, but it wasn't the only thing.
"We'll still have our lesson in period six today guys, see you there." Will said, as we all went our separate ways.
I head straight to Sue's office, I was all fired up and ready to really give her a piece of my mind, but she wasn't there.
I overheard later in the corridors that she was seriously injured in the Britney Spears debacle and had to be rushed to hospital; so I tried to call her at lunch time.
"Coach Sylvester; where are you?" I ask when she answers the phone.
"In hospital Quinn, I am in hospital because of Glee Club. Your club of misfit gutter rats caused a Britney Spears Sex Riot. You're little club is going down; I'll be calling my lawyer. Tell Schue he can expect a call."
"Sue, you pulled the fire alarm."
"And I got seriously injured, that's the most important thing to remember; which you obviously didn't, because you haven't even asked me how I am."
"Fine Sue, how are you? Are you feeling okay? What injury did you sustain in a riot that you caused?"
"Drop the sarcasm, lady. I can destroy you."
"You see that's the thing; Sue, you need me more than you think you do. Remember when I tried out again for the Cheerios after I'd had Beth and you told me no way, and I told you about the all the Church Groups that would gladly donate to a Squad that helped to rehabilitate a 16 year old who got pregnant? I've been talking to some of those Churches and they've all told me they'd be happy to help. So; you see, you do need me more than you think. Everybody knows you got your budget cut because of Beiste."
"Q, did I ever tell you how much you remind me of a young Sue Sylvester?"
"Several times, Coach."
"Good. Because you are more than just a pretty face, Fabray."
"No shit." I say before hanging up the phone. She could rot and die in hospital for all I care.
"Has anybody heard from Sue since this morning?" Will asks as soon as we're all assembled in the choir room.
"I did." I say.
"And?" He asks.
"She said to expect a call from her lawyers, because she was injured in a Britney Spears Sex Riot." Everyone death stared me, like I was happy about that. "Her words; not mine, I'm just as mad as you all are."
"So you had no idea she was going to ruin it, at all?"
"Well, I knew she wasn't going to like it, but what could I do?"
"She's right guys, back off a little bit." Finn came to my defence, when no one else did.
"Thanks Finn."
"What about Santana and Britney? They're closer to Sue now than ever; did you two know anything?" Rachel glared at the two girls.
"We didn't know anything; get off our case, okay?" Santana said, standing up to 'be all ups in her face' like she does.
"Well, who's going to join the club that 'caused a sex riot'?" Rachel questioned, not really expecting a response. I'd love to be able to say that someone walked into the room and said "I will," but that didn't happen and we were still a person down for Regionals. Instead, Rachel raised her hand after just have been talking...It didn't make much sense to me, but that's Rachel for you.
"Alright – Rachel." Will said.
"I have a song that I've prepared for the class."
"I'm sorry Rachel. No Britney, I'm really happy that her music has inspired so many of you. Even if that inspiration was brought about by a dangerous narcotic; and I-I-I, I think we've all come to appreciate her music and celebrity so much more this week, but honestly she's just not us." Will replied, before Berry had opened her big mouth to fend for herself.
"I am devastated. I can't believe we only did one Britney number." Kurt said. He meant it to. Britney was a big part of all our lives, I suppose.
"I was actually gonna do something from our original assignment last week; adult contemporary. But this is a little more young adult." She said.
"Oh great Rachel, let's hear It."
"I'd like to dedicate this song to my boyfriend, Finn. I was wrong; I shouldn't try to control you. I just – It's just I've never been this happy before. And I realize that I was trying to hold on to how you were making me feel so much that I was strangling you in my hands like a little bird. I get now that in order for this relationship to work, I have to open up my hands and let you fly free." Rachel was being really sentimental, it was...different. Usually she's just loud and obnoxious.
"Finn can fly?" Brittany questioned.
"Really?" Kurt asked Britt.
"Wait, I thought I was the only one getting solos from now on? Next week I want to be performing a musical number by Kesha." Brittany was being serious...I think.
Mercedes shushed Brittany and Rachel began to sing Paramore's the Only Exception.
Will got really emotional during the song, he was trying hard not to show it, but I saw right through it...Was he thinking about me? This song made me really sad, Will was my only exception. He was definitely the only teacher at this school that I'd get involved with.
I kind of hope he was thinking about me when Rachel was singing this, he might've been thinking about Emma, which is okay I suppose; I'm not jealous of her. He did love her, so I expected him to be hung up on her a little bit. Near the end of the song, he looked up to me and half smiled.
This song was too much for me to handle, I can't stop thinking about Will, and Puck and Beth. I've got so much going on and I don't know where to start with dealing with any of the emotions that are attached.
When Rachel finishes I run out of the choir room. I run until my whole body aches from crying and pushing through the physical pain, I make my way to the football field and just keep running, I make it to the other side; where I collapse onto my knees and just cry. Santana runs out to the middle of the field after me.
"Quinn, are you okay?" She asks, puffing from running at the same speed I was.
"No. I'm not okay, I'm sleeping with a teacher, my baby girl is in New York and Puck must think I'm the biggest bitch in the whole world, even behind all this head cheerleader crap. I can't do this San." I say, weeping and trying to get my breath back at the same time.
Santana doesn't say anything; she just pulls me into her chest and lets me cry all over her freshly dry cleaned Cheerios uniform.
"I'm so sorry," I say when I finally bring my head up off her chest again. "I don't cry like that often...Well I never used to anyway, it's becoming a more frequent thing these days."
"Quinn, its okay...You're going through a tough time. What you need to know is that I'm here for you, and Brittany's here for you and so are the other girls on the Cheerios, and everyone in Glee Club...Mr Schuester included." She hesitated on the last part.
"I didn't mean to sleep with him...But I'm glad I did." Santana pulls back and lets out a sigh.
"Quinn, I told you he'd want sex eventually...But I'm not here to say 'I told you so' even though I'd really like to."
"You can say it...Go on." I laughed.
"I TOLD YOU SO!" She giggled. "It's been a while since I've said that to you, Miss Fabray. You're life choices must be getting better." She laughed, causing me to laugh. We both laughed for a few minutes, we were in absolute hysterics actually.
I was thinking about when San and were little and we used to have these little 'I told you so' wars. I'd go and ask my mom if I could stay at Santana's for the night and she'd say no because Daddy had said no and Santana would always exclaim 'I TOLD YOU SO'. As we got a little older, we decided that when we didn't have the need to say 'I told you so' that our life choices had gotten better. Now, I realize that life choices don't just 'get better'. Life is one of those complicated mysteries that no one ever really figures out.
"What was the sex like?" Santana asked, after we'd both come down from our laughing fit. "I wonder if it would be anything like the sex dream I had about him." She pondered aloud.
"Gross, San!" I said.
"What?! It's not like I'm actually sleeping with him." She said.
"Shut up!" I giggle.
"So...What was it like?"
"I'm not talking about this with you!"
"Q, we tell each other everything!"
"Well...It was, good." I say.
"That's it? Just good? C'mon Q!"
"It was amazing! So much better than with Puck; it was really good!" I cave.
"Aww Quinn! You're all grown up now! Congratulations!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Nothing, but you've now had an enjoyable sexual experience."
"I love you San."
"Love you too, Q."
Santana and I walked back to the main building, with our Head Bitch faces on, just because we could. The hallways parted as we walked down them and most people stop talking in the middle of a conversation when we walk by. We have McKinley High in the palm of our hands. Santana and I together are unstoppable. We reached Santana's locker and said goodbye to each other.
"Bye Q, I'll call you later...If you're not busy." She winked at me.
"Shut up you!" I giggled, playfully pushing her arm.