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Killer instincts

She watched from her locker, standing idly by as she watched each teenager walk through the crowded halls. Occasionally stopping for a conversation before they went on to their classes, Normally she would love to watch them. Mock them for being so ignorant, and yet she wasn't in the mood to see her fellow students. She wanted to see her, Rachel berry. The girl who could make her heart actually feel as if it was beating, she only joined glee club for the girl, Rachel had gone around and out of her way asking literally everyone to join the mediocre club.

   Quinn had said yes, of course she had said yes. she might not have the courage to actually speak to Rachel but the least she could do was watch from afar. Like she was doing now, standing at her locker her eyes roaming over the small brunette a slight smile on her face. But it seemed even the small amount happiness she could feel, would always go away quickly almost as if it wasn't even there.

Finn Hudson, glee club co captain and the object of her affections boy friend. He had walked up towards Rachel a huge dopey smile on his face, as he wrapped his arms behind her hugging her waist. Quinn could hear her giggle, and it made the blonde shake with anger. She wished to make Rachel feel that happy...but yet she couldn't and she most likely never will.
Quinn wished it was love that she had felt towards the diva, she didn't love her though. The blonde just couldn't stand, anyone else making her happy. Why did she have to be the fucked up one? Why did she feel that intense urge to take a life, she wanted desperately to take Finns... but she had a rule, no high school students, she didn't want nor need anyone suspecting her.

As the final bell rang that annoying ring, Quinn sighed as she was thrown out of her thoughts and the diva left her sight. Quinn slammed her locker shut, shrugging her book bag onto her shoulder. "Fucking school," she mumbled heading towards her first period of the day.
At least it was English, she loved English. She loved the literature, the books and the plays that they would read.

Quinn let out a breath, her eyes roaming around the class room as she walked in further. The only seat she found was next to the brunette, the tiny little brunette diva that caught her eye. She bit down on her lower lip as she moved over towards the girl taking the seat next to her, she didn't speak. Even though she desperately wanted to, she needed to talk to her. That voice, was her sanctuary made her feel human. Rachel looked at her, the brunettes eyes were soft. Quinn could tell almost every emotion the diva was feeling just by looking in her eyes, Rachel smiled softly at her and Quinn nearly felt like swooning.

"Are you still coming to glee today?" The diva asked and Quinn just about choked on her words, before she got enough sense to reply.
"I-uh yes. Three right? After school?" Quinn asked, she never got nervous and yet here she was stumbling over her words.
She heard a soft giggle leave the brunettes lips,
"Yes three."
"I'll be there, you have my word."
"I hope the others show..."
"I bet they will."
And with that their teacher walked in, a bright smile upon his face, and their conversation died.