A/N: Short chapter here, more of a fun little filler. More drama to come but I wanted to show Quinn's everyday nondramatic life. I hope you like it. I hope to do a bigger update soon. Please continue to review. I really do appreciate it so than you to the following people who consistently review: olacindy, Zammie4ever, 1992, musomusi, GleekingOut, KC1991, MissCroft09, croque, and guest. To the others thank you as well. Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to its creators and FOX.

Ch.28th

Quinn shook her head as she watched the Cheerios in front of her. Half were working hard and nearly had the routine down, the other half (juniors and seniors) kept messing up. It was obvious to Quinn what was going on. Marsha had her girls deliberately sabotaging the routine in hopes that coach Sylvester would fire Quinn in order to regain the allegiance and dedication of her team.

Quinn glanced at Sue and nodded her head. Sue blew her whistle, "That's it," Quinn yelled "Juniors and Seniors here now." The eight girls walked slowly over when they were in front of her Quinn placed her hands on her hips. "You owe me twenty suicides."

"Why?" Marsha asked, "It's not our fault you're an incompetent coach. We learned all our routines quickly until you came along." Marsha turned to Sue, "Coach she clearly can't cut it, you need to let her go. We'll be better with just your exceptional coaching."

Sue looked at Quinn and cocked her head to the side. This was Quinn first challenge as assistant coach. She had to handle this on her own. Somehow she needed to get these girls on her side. "You think you're so smart. You think that if you blow the routine on purpose that coach will fire me?" Quinn laughed and the some of the girls looked nervous. "You think you're irreplaceable? The Cheerleading bylaws require a minimum of eight per squad to compete in AAA cheerleading. If you look over there and count you will see that we have ten sophomores and freshman who are working hard, making an effort, and honestly our preforming all of you, we don't need you to win. Coach and I could win Nationals with those girls with our eyes closes. No we don't need you but we want you. So you have a choice to make right now. You can give me twenty suicides and come back tomorrow ready and committed to this team. To win a National championship as a team or you can walk into the locker room undress and leave your uniform on Coaches desk. It's up to you." With that Quinn walked away and restarted practice with the freshman and sophomores already adjusting the routine for ten. Quinn felt a presence next to her and saw it was Sue. The older woman didn't say anything she merely winked before shouting on her microphone at how pathetic the girls looked, Quinn rolled her eyes. A few moments later six of the eight juniors and seniors began running suicides, Marsha was not one of them.

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The music was ridiculously loud to Quinn, she couldn't remember it bothering her back in Belleville so either McKinely High played there music louder at parties or she'd aged twenty years since getting pregnant. She'd come here with Rachel, whom she'd made swear on Barbra Streisand's life that she'd not drink, but had lost the girl to Finn some time ago. Closing the sliding glass door she moved to the quiet dark backyard. The swings called her name. Sitting she relaxed letting the crisp February air settle around her. Normally she'd be freezing by now but the baby was like mutant and Quinn was hot constantly now. A sound, no whimper caught her attention. Training her ears she forced herself to concentrate. She new crying when she heard it and though she should probably ignore it there was chance that it was Rachel crying and Quinn had to be sure it wasn't. The slushies may have lessened since Marsha left the cheer squad but Rachel still was a main target for the jokes and jerks at school, no matter what she or Finn did to try and stop it.

"Rach?" Quinn whispered as she moved to look behind a large rhododendron.

"I'm not that fashion disaster dwarf." Came a scathing reply, well it would have been scathing if it weren't for the tears in it.

"San?" Quinn sighed as she sat next to her friends. The Latina tried to hid it but the red eyes and tear stains on her cheeks were clear as day to Quinn. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine."

"No you're not." Quinn stated, she was not going to play easy with Santana. Santana needed people to be no nonsense and straight forward with her, just as she was with the people she cared about. "Come on San, what happened."

Santana bit her lip and closed her eyes, "It's Valentine's day."

"I know." Quinn had an idea of what was going on and why Santana was so upset. From the moment she met Santana and Brittany she knew that there was a special connection between the two Cheerios. Now that she knew the two girls, that she counted them as her two best friends ever, she knew that that bond was love. The problem was they were blind to one another or rather to scared to do anything about it.

"Britt, she, I saw here with Artie."

"What do you mean you saw her with Artie?"

Santana shook her head. "San please."

"She was sitting on his lap and they were making out. He asked her to be his girlfriends and she said yes." Santana sobbed. Quinn could smell the alcohol on her breath. There was no way a sober Santana would have just admitted that to me. Santana was nearly as guarded as I was.

"Oh San." Quinn pulled her into me and held her tight. "I know you love her."

She pushed Quinn off, "No I don't."

Quinn pulled her right back into her chest. "San you need to admit to yourself how you feel about her."

"Why?" she whined, her head nuzzling closer to Quinn.

"Because you'll only continue to hurt yourself and her if you don't. I know you love her and I know she loves you."

"You can't know that." She sounded so small and wounded. There was disbelief in her tone.

"She does, it's so clear to me. She looks at you like you look at her."

Santana sat back away from Quinn and glared at her, "Then why is she Artie's girlfriend?"

Quinn placed both her hands on each of Santana's shoulders, "Because he asked and she is just as scared as you are. Santana Lopez if you want the girl you have to go after her."

Santana looked away and Quinn knew that her friend would do nothing anytime soon. Whatever her fears were they were too great to overcome. Instead Santana would suffer in the shadows as she watched the girl she loved with another person.

"You want to get out of here?" Quinn asked standing.

"Please."

"Go to my car, I will get Rachel and we'll head to my house." Santana nodded and left while Quinn searched for Rachel. Needless to say Rachel was very dramatic about having to leave early but eventually she relented and followed Quinn but not before kissing Finn goodbye.

For the second time Quinn dragged a drunken girl into her home, luckily Judy was asleep on the coach and didn't notice the wasted Latina. Quinn laid her drunk friend into bed before joining her. Though she was heart sick for Santana Quinn was glad that she could help her friend for once instead of the other way around.

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