jupiter and mars [ quinn fabray ]

- two -

Erika's eyes darted around nervously as she entered the school the following day, paper copies of the Cheerios photos clutched in her hands. The cheap envelope trembled in her hands as she walked, each step forward feeling like another step towards her execution. Students turned to face her, smug smirks lighting up their faces maliciously. They clearly didn't expect this to go well. 

Erika wasn't quite sure what to feel. She'd managed to get a solo shot of each member, along side the many group shots, but it hadn't been easy. Despite the physically gorgeous subjects and their photogenic nature, the 'shoot' of sorts was the tiniest hair short of a disaster. There had been three little nuisances that seemed desperate to make her life harder.

- flashback -

The sun bore down on Erika's neck as she entered the football field, hurriedly holding up a hand to protect her eyes.  She peered around the field, taking in the impressive cheer team and trying to spot the formidable coach. In her head, she rushed through everything she knew about taking photos of active subjects. Which was extremely little, now that she thought about it. Why did she agree to this again?

Her search came to a frantic stop as she watched a long pale leg be lifted into the air in a mount. Jaw tumbling to the floor, Erika slowly trailed her eyes over the unblemished skin and the curled ponytail. The folds of the skirt that fell away to make room for the impressive display of flexibility. Absentmindedly, Erika wiped a hand along her mouth, swiftly wiping away any drool.

There she was. Quinn Fabray.

Erika followed along Quinn's form, slowly zooming out and taking in the rest of the team. The strong tan arms of Santana Lopez provided a surface for Quinn to grab on to. The Latina looked almost bored as she supported her friend's weight, her eyes scanning the field. A malevolent smile bloomed across her face as her sharp gaze landed on Erika.

She must've said something to Quinn, because all too soon the two were making their way towards Erika. Santana paused briefly, tapping another cheerleader that was resting in the splits on the back and gesturing. The other cheerleader popped up, revealing herself to be Brittany Pierce.

The trio of cheerleaders made their way towards Erika, all with a mischievous look in their eyes. Erika froze in a gay panic as they made their way over. Her mind shut down, restricted to only one thought.

GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. GIRL.

"Erika Addams," Quinn sneered with a quirk of her flawlessly plucked eyebrow. "What can we do for you? Last I checked-" she smirked deviously. Erika tried desperately to regain some common sense. The effort was, of course, fruitless. "-you weren't a cheerio."

Santana snorted, a delicate hand coming up to cover her mouth as a nasty grin smeared on her face. "Last I checked, with those flabby thighs, you never will be."

Erika sent Santana a wide, sarcastic smile. "Bite me, Santana," she said, overly cheerfully. She'd successfully gathered her wits, but she was pretty sure she'd left some of her self-respect on the floor.