Sorry that I don't post very often. The thing is, I only planned for the beginning of this for fun, because I didn't expect anyone to actually like it. So the rest has just been me winging it :). But I'll try to get some mediocre chapters out here for you. Thank you to everyone who has commented! I really appreciate it, you have no idea. Feel free to message me with comments or anything else, I'll always respond!
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I push open the door to McKinley, without Santana or Brittany flocking me. People stare, but not in adoration today. Its because Quinn Fabray, Head Cheerio, is not wearing her uniform. Instead, I have on an old faded dress with a sweater pulled over, my blonde hair falling loose around my shoulders, and my glasses pushed up my nose.
"Oh, my god," Santana says as she and Brittany walk up to me. "What the hell are you wearing?"
I look down. "A dress."
Santana rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Where's your Cheerios uniform?"
"In my closet." I walk away towards my locker to get my books.
"You can't just not wear it."
"Is that a rule?"
"Well, no, but --"
I turn to her. "Then I don't see what the problem is."
I try to walk away again, but Santana grabs my arm. "Q, don't do this. I know you're upset about Rachel, but do you really want to go back to that life?"
"Maybe I do." She and Brittany just stare, shocked, so I make my way to English alone. I don't sit in my normal spot. I sit next to Rachel, in her spot in the front. "Hi," I say casually. She does a double take, and I count it as a win when she does not tell me to leave.
I avoid the confusion at lunch by eating in the empty hallway. And after school I make my way to the choir room for Glee Club. I sit in the back by myself, and Santana and Brittany shoot me annoyed glances. When Rachel comes in, she looks at me, her brown eyes full of curiosity instead of hostility.
I consider speaking to her, but before I can make up my mind, Mr. Shue walks in. "Hey, everybody!" he greets us. "Sectionals are fastly approaching, and we need to come up with a set list. Quinn and Sam, any ideas or preferences for your duet?"
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," I speak up.
"Do you have an idea?" Mr. Shue asks.
I shake my head. "No. I...uh, I can't do the duet."
Mr. Shue's eyebrows furrow. "Why not?"
"Its complicated," I say lamely. "But the point is, I can't do it. And...I want Rachel to have it."
Rachel looks back at me, shocked. "Well, she's who I would have picked," Mr. Shue says slowly. "What do you say, Rachel?"
"I -- yeah," Rachel says, surprise still coloring her voice.
After glee club, I head out quickly. But someone catches up to me. I expected Santana or Brittany, or maybe even Rachel (wishful thinking) but it was -- Sam.
"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Uh, you didn't have to do that."
"Huh?"
"Give up your solo to Rachel. But...it was cool."
"Oh. Thanks."
We stood in silence for a moment, both looking around with nothing to say. "So," Sam said, looking uncomfortable. "Did you quit the Cheerios?"
I look down at my outfit and blurt, "Not yet." Whoa. Was I going to quit?
"Are you going to?" Sam asks, mirroring my thoughts.
"I...don't know."
"Oh." They didn't speak again, until Sam says, "Okay. Well, uh, see you later."
He walks away. "Oh, and Quinn?" he asks, turning back around.
"Yeah?" I reply breathlessly.
"You look good."
