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Chapter 16:

Quinn actually made it to her locker with no incident the next morning. She'd been a little worried about retaliation and even brought an extra set of clothes. She could take slushies she just hoped her new wardrobe could as well. Despite her anxiousness she was also really excited, today was her first day of photography club. She'd been so happy that her digital camera had already been in her car when Russell had kicked her out.

Fishing out her books Quinn missed the two cheerleaders approach her. "Hi, Quinn right?" Turning Quinn was faced with Brittany and Santana.

"Yes."

"I like that name, its unique but not crazy."

Quinn glanced over at Santana who had yet to say anything yet before turning her attention back to Brittany, "Thanks."

"I wanted to say thank you and so did Santana." Quinn looked over at the other girl who just glared at her.

"Ignore the glare; she just doesn't like to admit when she's wrong."

"Why am I being thanked?" Quinn asked as she shut her locker and began walking to class, she didn't care what they had to say she wasn't going to be late for homeroom on her third day of school. The two cheerleaders feel into step with her. Quinn didn't notice the looks she was getting from the other students as she walked down the hall with two Cheerios. "Coach Sylvester changed the routine; she put us up front with Marsha. She said that Santana danced like a lame Moroccan now instead of a crippled Kenyan. Then she said that I was like an old blind gymnast. It was great."

Quinn just stared at the blonde her jaw slacked. Seriously how did Sylvester get away with comments like that. Quinn could only assume by Brittany's excitement that Sylvester was actually complementing them.

"Don't think about it too much. Coach is just coach." Santana finally spoke.

"Well I am happy I could help." Quinn turned to go into the room.

A hand on her shoulder stopped her. It was Santana, "You were the head cheerleader at Mellville." It was a statement not a question. Quinn held her breath, should she confirm Santana's statement or deny. Did she want her past to follow her here, to her new home? Her mind went to the child growing within her, her past would be on display soon enough. She nodded, her eyes staring into Santana's eyes. She tried to plead with the Latina to keep the knowledge to herself. Santana for her part stared back just as intently, searching perhaps for what, Quinn didn't know. Then her hand was off Quinn and she was gone.

"Don't worry she won't tell, neither will I. I don't know why you haven't joined our team, but that is your business. You'll join us when you're ready." Brittany smiled gave Quinn a quick hug before running off after her best friend. Quinn stood there a moment pondering what had just happened. Had she just made her first friends here at McKinley? Brittany seemed nice and genuine enough and Santana, well Quinn wasn't sure about her, but there was something about the Latina that Quinn like, identified with.

"Are you going to join us Miss. Fabray or stand in my doorway the whole period?"

Quinn smiled at her English teacher and slipped into class, she'd worry about Brittany and Santana later.

"Quinn, Quinn," Rachel came up to Quinn as Quinn prepared to head to photography. The entire day had passed and Quinn had yet to confronted by Marsha or be slushied by the jocks, all in all a great day and all she wanted to do was go to photography and disappear into the world of lights, shadows, negatives, and fixture. Apparently Rachel had other plans.

"Yes Rachel?"

Rachel came skidding up to her, she was breathing hard and her face was flushed. "Marsha, she…she"

"She what? Did she slushie you?" Quinn survey the smaller girl but saw no hints of a slushie anywhere on her.

"No, but she quit Glee and took her lackies with her. " Rachel looked as if she was about to break down in tears. Quinn felt bad but what was she supposed to do with this information.

"Alright, but isn't that a good thing?"

"No. Now we are three people short for sectionals. Can you please join?"

"Oh Rachel," She didn't what to say, she felt for her, she did but, "I can't Rachel, I really can't. I don't sing, not unless I have too."

"Please, Quinn." Quinn shook her head, "I'm sorry no."

Like always photography managed to take Quinn's mind off of everything going on in her life. She was excited to find out that amazingly McKinley still had a traditional darkroom, whether that was an artistic choice or because the school was too cheap to buy new computers and photography programs Quinn wasn't sure and she didn't care. She had free reign to use traditional or digital photography as she pleased, the school would lend her their Cannon 25mm SLRs that took film. She'd spent her entire time familiarizing herself with the darkroom and proving to the supervising teacher, Mr. Sinclair, that she did in fact know how to use every piece of equipment in there. Finally, even if for just an hour, Quinn felt happy, normal, and content. She couldn't wait for the next meeting. She already was planning what she'd shoot first. There was this old decaying church just outside of town that she'd passed on her way into Lima. It had intrigued her, because though it was rotting and falling apart, it was one of the most beautiful buildings she'd ever seen. There was a story to the church, there was a life. It had lived its life and now it was dying with grace, or at least in Quinn's opinion.

"You should have seen their faces when we walked out, devastated." She'd only heard it twice but Quinn knew exactly who was speaking. Inching forward she leaned around the corner to see Marsha and Sue Sylvester talking.

"Great work Blondie. The glee club will finally go down and I will get my budget back."

"That Berry monster's face was the best. It was like I killed her cat." Marsha laughed.

Quinn slid behind the wall her back thudding against the wall. "Crap." She sighed. An hour later she walked into the Berry's house and up to Rachel, "When's glee practice?"

Rachel squealed and launched at her hugging her tightly. "Thank you, thank you. Now we just need two more people."

Quinn smirked, "I think I have that covered."

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