Never asked to feel your halo (Faberry)

22: Remember Those Walls I Built?

On Monday morning there was another note in her locker, exactly the same as before, but that was the last communication she had with Quinn – they kept to themselves in American Lit, no words exchanged, no notes passed and kept their sidelong glances whenever they passed between classes to a minimum – until lunch time on Wednesday when she confronted the cheerleader for not showing up in Glee for the past two days.

"You went out of your way to get me to come back and then you just quit?"

"I haven't quit. I just need a break from you."

"Why?"

"Since when do I need a reason to not spend time near you, Berry? Now get away from my locker."

"No, you have to come back. The boys were really good and we need you to help us win. We're doing a mash-up of Walking On Sunshine and Halo and it's going to be really fun, Quinn. Please come back and help us be great."

Quinn looked at her from the corner of her eye and lowered her voice to a rough whisper. "They're talking about us!"

"You're paranoid."

"I'm really not."

"Okay, so say they are? How is you leaving the second I return quelling any rumors?"

Quinn looked down for a beat and then slammed her locker door and walked away.

That afternoon she was back in Glee.

The only upside to the vitamin D debacle was that all of the Glee clubbers were feeling shame-faced and not really making eye contact with each other for a few days – well, with the exception of Puck who didn't care – so the renewed animosity between Rachel and Quinn just seemed normal to everyone else even if it felt awkward to the two of them.

It only became noticeable the following Tuesday after another completely silent American Lit. class.

A rumor began circling – outside of Glee club – that Rachel Berry had offered sexual favors to some hockey players in exchange for a slushie hit on Quinn Fabray.

Despite the fact that no slushie was ever thrown at Quinn and that Rachel had vehemently denied all knowledge of it, the following day she was attacked by two lime-flavored, ice-based projectiles. They were thrown simultaneously by Quinn and Santana and the cheerleaders' laughter followed her down the hall and into the nearest bathroom.

Rachel was just trying to dry her hastily washed hair with paper towels when Kurt, Mercedes, Tina and Artie came in behind her.

She was instantly suspicious, "What do you all want?"

"Team-Berry," Artie said, like it was some kind of sensible explanation.

"I don't understand."

"Obviously you and Quinn have suffered a terrible yet inevitable break up," Kurt began.

Rachel rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirrors. "You can't break up if you were never together to start with."

"Whatever," Mercedes shrugged. "You two fighting has split Glee club down the middle. It's cheerleaders and jocks versus us again."

"That's ridiculous."

"Really?" Artie asked. "When Quinn's pissed she seems to like to spread it around by preying on the weakest. We are the weakest and we're right there in her face every afternoon."

"And Puck and Santana have never even needed that much reason to torment us," Kurt remind her. "Now it's like they're on a mission."

"It's been one day! And I don't see any of you wiping slushie from your faces."