I walked into the choir room and looked away as everyone's glares turned on to me.
"What are you looking at?" I challenged the room. Santana immediately stood up and Sam, Mike, Finn and Tina held her back.
"Esa maldita perra! Voy a ir todos Hights Lima en su flaco, cachonda, culo blanco! Que mal!" She tired to swing at me but I stood away passively with no emotion. I went in and sat down on the farthest seat from everyone.
"Guys! What's going on! We're a family!" Mr. Shuester yelled as he walked in and saw what was going on.
"She slushied Brittany!" Santana screamed.
"And Rachel!" Puck said defiantly and Rachel smiled at him. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
"Quinn, is that true?" Mr. Shue asked turning to me.
"No. I didn't do anything."
"She told Azimio to do it! She might as well have!" Kurt screamed pointing to me and I shrugged.
"Whatever. They deserved it." I gave a smirk.
---- flashback ----
"Quinn Fabray sends her regards, dyke!" Azimio shouted spreading the slushy all over Brittany. He had cornered her and Santana had gotten there too late.
"Azimio! What the fuck?!" Santana shouted after him but he didn't turn around.
"Krofski, wanna hit up Berry? Quinn told me she deserves a bit... More."
"Quinn told you to do this?" Azimio nodded and krofski laughed. "Maybe she's more cold hearted then I thought." They found Rachel and shoved Kurt and Mercedes away from her so she was completely vulnerable.
"Quinn Fabray says hello faggot." They laughed and dumped the slushy over her head.
---- end ----
"I take back everything I said yesterday!" Rachel screamed and that really broke my heart. I smirked and rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. I don't give a crap what a bunch of the gayest kids in the dumbest club in McKinley think." I laughed cold heartedly.
"Well, if that's the case, then you can leave." Mr. Shuester said coldly and I picked up my bag.
"Fine. I was going to quit soon anyways." I stalked off to the locker room so I could change for cheerleading practice early.
"Q? What are you doing here?" I heard a voice behind me and I turned to see one Sue Sylvester.
"I'm off glee club, so I came here to get some practice in early." I raised an eyebrow before packing a few things into my locker and closing it.
"You're off glee club? What did you do?" She asked rather amused.
"Slushied Brittany and the dwarf. I was proud of it, and called them all gay. Which they are. That'll really throw them off for regionals." I smirked and laughed coldly.
"Oh Q. When I first met you, I thought you reminded me of a young Sue Sylvester. But I was wrong. You're ten times worse then I am even now! Slushying Brittany?! Poor, sweet, innocent Brittany?" I shrugged, not making eye contact. "Then you go for your crush?"
"She not my-"
"That's cold hearted. Even I think that!" I glared.
"Whatever."
"No. Not whatever. You are suspended from the Cheerios until you apologize to Brittany and for that matter apologize to, um, what's her name." I locked eyes with her.
"You'll loose regionals without me!" I yelled and she met me head on.
"Santana will replace you. Get out of this locker room. It's for cheerio use only." I glared then walked out hopping into my car and drove home.
"Quinnie. Daaaaaaling. How ARE you doing." I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room to see my mom lying on the couch drunk. Nothing new.
"Alright mom. Time for bed." I picked her up by the armpits and dragged her to the bed while she hummed loser like me under her breath. Understatement.
I kept getting texts through the entire night from Santana.
S: Coward
S: Conniving bitch
S: you're a sociopath
I didn't respond to any of them because I knew she was right. There was a new text and I looked at my phone.
S: I'm killing you tomorrow
I didn't sleep the entire night and in the morning made up for it with extra make up.
I walked through the hallways and the kids parted like the Red Sea for me. Everyone in glee glared at me but I ignored them. I kept my chin up and swayed my hips smirking when the guys eyed me. At lunch I was the center of attention, everyone wanted to talk to me, to hear what I had to say, and wanted my input for everything. I smiled, this popularity was what made high school okay.
I had to go to the bathroom to fix my make up but I immediately ran into someone. I opened my mouth to say something before I realized who it was.
"Oh, it just you wheezy." I walked past her and redid my makeup.
"What? I don't get a slushy facial?" She asked turning to me with her hands on her hips.
"No. I still owe you."
"For what?" I shrugged.
"You let me stay at your house when I was pregnant. I do appreciate that you know. A lot. There's a reason you haven't got a slushy in a while you know." She looked shocked.
"You put a ban on me?" I shrugged again.
"I figured the least I could do was keep you as slushy free as possible until high school was over." I turned to her. "What?"
"Why did you do it?" I rolled my eyes.
"I had to. I wish I didn't, but I had to. I don't regret it." She raised her eyebrows at me. "I regret it a little. But even if I was to apologize they wouldn't accept it. And if I did apologize the only reason I did it would be mute."
"Quinn you have to do this, because if you don't Santana will kill you. And you'll never get Rachel."
"I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH RACHEL!" Mercedes leaped back and my walls sprang up. I pushed her to the wall. "Keep spreading rumors and we'll see how long that ban lasts." I walked out and back to my lunch table leaving the stunned Mercedes there. Watching me.
