𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, quinn fabray.

006; quinn's suspicions and tiny blue pills.

Tina had been tutoring Dylan for two weeks now.

That may sound like enough time for to Dylan to have learned some Spanish vocabulary. Wrong. Within those two weeks, Dylan had to work two jobs, babysit the Robinson's kids across from where she lived, and go to glee and football practice. And that was all added onto her seven hour school days.

"None of this is going into my brain. Can we study something else?" Dylan moaned, throwing herself back on Tina's bed in frustration.

Tina shook her head. "You have a Spanish quiz this week. You want to get a good grade in it, right?"

Dylan frowned, mumbling, "yeah."

"Then we've gotta study."

"I know," Dylan sighed, before sitting up straight on the bed, though she made no move to reach for her Spanish textbook. "I'm just so tired."

"Maybe. . ." Tina dragged on, a smile growing on her face as Dylan looked at her with puppy dog eyes that didn't work well on her, "we could leave it here for today. But we'll have to do extra tomorrow."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Dylan said, throwing herself back down onto the bed again, relaxing into the softness of the blanket. "Your bed is so much more comfortable than what I have to sleep on."

Tina chuckled, standing from the bed and walking somewhere that Dylan couldn't see from her laying position on Tina's bed. "Do you wanna watch a movie? I have "the breakfast club"."

Dylan lifted her head to look at tina, who was stood near her shelf that held various CD's, books, and DVD's. "sure."

***

Mr. Schue had announced this weeks assignment as the first girls vs boys mash-up.

With that news, the girls had reserved the dance studio as their rehearsal space, though the only person who really seemed to care was Rachel. Dylan wouldn't admit it openly, but she did, too, want to win, only because of the fact that it was against a group of boys. And she hated losing to boys.

Mr. Schue should have known better than to make it a battle of the sexes. That made things ugly and it never turned out well.

Dylan had found herself sat across from Tina and Mercedes, who had both grabbed one of her hands and persuaded her into letting them paint her nails. "Only if it's a dark colour. And none of those weird stripy patterns."

"Relax, girl. They'll look great," Mercedes waved her off, starting to paint her nails with the pink nail polish, much to Dylan's dismay.

"We should give you a makeover," Santana was suddenly at Dylan's side, as she began yanking at Dylan's tangled hair. "Maybe give you a better hairstyle. This black colour makes you look like you just rose from the dead."

Dylan swatted her hand away, flinching as a hair that got caught on Santana's fingers got pulled too far, hurting her head. "You're not giving me any kind of makeover."

"You only wear the same mascara three days in a row until it starts crusting. That's a serious issue. You heard what Dakota Stanley said a couple of weeks ago. You need a new haircut and a new wardrobe," Santana stated matter-of-factly.

"I said no! That makeup doesn't look right on me and I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing those tight dresses and girly tops you guys wear," Dylan sighed, looking back at Mercedes, her eyes telling her to continue painting her nails and to leave the conversation at that.