jupiter and mars [ quinn fabray ]

- three -

Erika nervously entered Coach Sylvester's office, brain humming with thousands of worries and concerns. "Coach Sylvester?" she called as she entered, blinking with slight surprise as she saw the red-tracksuited woman jogging on a cross trainer. 

"Ah there she is!" the Coach said with gusto, not moving from the exercise machine. "The Addams' Legacy." Erika grimaced at the nickname. 

"I have paper prints of the photos from yesterday," she said as she cautiously made her way inside the room. "If they're too your standard, I can have them printed properly in two weeks time." 

The Coach made a gesturing motion with her arm, and Erika slowly made her way forward, her stomach twisting and turning. It felt like she was willing entering a dragon's nest, and the dragon was looking for any opportunity to swallow her whole.

She held pile up for Coach Sylvester to see. The top one was one of her favourites, three of the cheerleaders stood on the bottom, two of the girls with their arms carefully placed over the other in preparation to grab the flier and the third with her arms raised to be support. The flier, none other than Quinn Fabray herself, was high in the air, legs out in an effortless middle split and arms jetting out in front of her for balance. The sun was peaking out of the fence behind them, casting all the girls in a flash of light. 

Erika glanced down at the photo, eyes pointedly avoiding all traces of Quinn's legs, lest she fall into a trance for the second time. 

The Coach hummed and nodded. Erika took this as a sign to show her the others and quickly did so, swiping through photo after photo with only a hum, a nod, a glare, or a head shake from the Coach. The office was silent bar the shuffling of paper and the creaking of the cross trainer.  

Sweat trickled down the back of Erika's neck as she came to the end of her photos and Coach Sylvester had still yet to say anything. They stood in silence, the narrowed eyes of the coach burning holes into Erika's chest as she waited for instruction. 

This was the moment. The make or break of her high school career. 

"Hey, Sue, you wanted to see me?" the Spanish teacher, Mr Schuester said as he entered the room. 

"Hey buddy, come on in," Miss Sylvester said the first words she'd spoken since Erika had entered the room. 

Erika bit her lip, unknowing of what to do. 

"I just blasted my hammies," the coach said, making conversation with the other teacher. 

"Oh," said teacher chuckled.

"Iron tablet?"

"Uh..."

"Keeps your strength up while you're menstruating." The coach threw the small box of pills towards Mr Schuester.