I'm in the middle of working on 3 stories. So what is the logical best move? Start a new one. Am I right?

Alright, don't kill me guys. I just needed to get this one out of my head.

So just a little note. This doesn't follow the story line of Glee. Some of it does, most if it doesn't' Quinn only had a pregnancy scare and was kicked out. Quinn never dated Sam. Finn and Rachel only dated briefly.

This is based in Junior Year.

Enjoy!

Quinn has always loved music. It's one of the main reasons she joined Glee after all. Sure, she claimed it was to keep Finn away from Rac- Treasure Trail, but it mostly had to do with finally finding a musical outlet.

She actually remembers why she made the decision to join. RuPaul had been in the theatre with the rest of the freaks (Ok, so maybe she didn't think they were THAT much of freaks anymore). They were singing Don't Stop Believing and when Rachel- When Berry started singing it was like she knew that she wanted to be in the club.

It had nothing to do with Rachel. Even if the gnome is annoyingly talented. Quinn chalked it up to Journey having magical musical powers. Why else would she want to join the club? It certainly had nothing to do with Rachel Berry.

Quinn doesn't always listen to the radio. She hates listening to songs repeat. But if she had to choose a favorite station it would have to be 100.1. It's the station she sets her alarm to every morning.

And usually she loves The Killers but at 6:30 in the morning? She knows where she can tell Mr. Brightside to stick it. Quinn has never been known to be a morning person. Which is why she's glad she can smell the brewing of coffee.

Ever since Quinn moved back in, Judy has been trying to compensate. Or over compensate, really. She wakes up and makes coffee every morning. Along with a hearty breakfast. Seriously, if Quinn didn't work out so much, she would have gained so much weight.

Quinn reaches over, slamming her hand down and shutting off the beautiful voice of Brandon Flowers. (Maybe that's why she woke up remembering a strange dream about her and Flowers both sporting mustaches).

She sits up in bed, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. Then trudges into the shower.

The hot water has a rejuvenating effect on her. She breathes in the steam and watches the water swirl down the drain. Quinn takes a hold of her coconut scented shampoo. There's not much left in the bottle, but it's just enough for the shower. She'll have to add it to her mother's grocery list.

When Quinn steps back into her room, a text message is waiting for her. It's from Santana.

Give me a lift to school today?

Wow, the girl is actually being civil. Quinn wasn't aware that Santana knew how to be civil.

Sure. Britt need a ride too?

It takes the time for Quinn to find what underwear she's going to wear for Santana to respond.

How should I know? Do I look like her damn secretary?

Quinn decides that Santana can wait for a response. She doesn't look at her phone until she's fully dressed and headed down stairs into the kitchen. And by that time Santana has sent her another text.

Look Bitch, just don't be late.

You could be a little more grateful.

This is me being grateful.

Quinn needs her coffee before she can deal with one of Santana's moods.

"Good morning sweetie." Judy pours a cup of coffee for Quinn just as her daughter walks into the kitchen. It's neat and clean. She doesn't understand how her mother can mange to keep the kitchen clean when she cooks. Whenever Quinn cooks, which is none too often, the kitchen ends up a mess.

"Hey mom, do you think I can get that to go?" Quinn asks, inhaling the smell of Judy's infamous french toast.

"You're skipping out on breakfast?" Judy asks, her tone slightly disappointed.

"I'd love to stay, but Santana needs a ride to school." Quinn let's her mother know. Taking her mug and pouring it into a paper coffee cup that her mother likes to keep for her own morning coffees on the go.

"At least take some toast." Judy holds up a napkin with two slices of the french toast. She holds it up with such hopefulness that Quinn can't do anything but take it.

"Thanks mom." Quinn thanks her mother, taking her breakfast with a smile. She genuinely is grateful for it. There used to be a time where Judy and Russell were too busy reading the paper over their morning coffees to even notice Quinn. Judy holds out Quinn's keys to her, jingling them slightly.

"Have a nice day." Judy tells her daughter, handing over the keys. Quinn takes a bite of the toast before answering.

"You too mom." Quinn tells her mother around a mouthful. She does it just because she knows her mother hates it and has taught her better than to talk with a mouthful.

"Manners Lucy!" Judy chastises, but she smiles at her daughter regardless. Quinn ducks her head and speeds out of the kitchen before she can receive a lecture about proper eating habits.

Quinn picks up her backpack at the front door, where she left it after doing homework the previous night and heads off to Santana's house. It's on the other side of town, but the girls should make it in time if she hurries.

It doesn't take as long as she thought to reach the Latina's obscenely large house. Manuel Lopez, Santana's father, is a Surgeon at Lima General. Santana is already out, waiting at the front gate. Because yeah, the Lopez's have a front gate.

"Took you long enough." Santana grumbles, not at all looking pleased with how her morning is going. Quinn is used to the Latina being grumpy, so she ignores the attitude.

"Good morning to you too." Quinn laughs slightly. All she manages is some sort of noise of acknowledgement from her best friend.

"Is that french toast?" Santana asks, looking at the cup holder that holds both Quinn's coffee and her breakfast wrapped in a napkin, but before Quinn can tell her best friend to get her own damn breakfast, Santana is already chowing down.

"Judy is amazing." Santana moans, closing her eyes and relishing the food.

"Glad you like it." Quinn huffs when she sees Santana wash the toast down with her coffee.

"Hey! Get your own damn coffee!" Quinn leans over and tries to grab the coffee but Santana maneuvers out of the way. The coffee splashes onto Santana's lap, she yelps in pain. The Latina in turn reaches over and swats Quinn on the back of the head.

"Watch it!" Quinn growls. Santana opens the glove compartment where she knows Quinn keeps extra napkins. She blots at her cheerleading skirt.

"Sylvester is going to kill me." Santana mumbles then sighs and tosses the napkins aside.

"What's wrong with your car anyway?" Quinn asks, glancing over at her friend. Santana definitely doesn't look happy. She and Brittany must have gotten into a fight.

"Woke up with a flat. Don't worry, you'll have your car all to yourself tomorrow. Papi said he would get it fixed." Quinn shrugs, she really doesn't mind giving her best friend a ride to school.

"So... Britt?" Quinn asks after a moment of silence. Santana groans then takes another sip of Quinn's coffee.

"You just couldn't let it go, could you?" Santana turns away. Quinn waits expectantly to hear an explanation, but her friend doesn't offer one.

"So...?" Quinn prods. Santana throws her arms in the air.

"Jesus!" She yells in frustration. Turning to Quinn with an expression that matches her tone.

"Well?" Quinn isn't going to let this go. She might as well get the Latina to vent now. She doesn't want to have to deal with Santana acting like something crawled up her ass for the rest of the day.

"Last night Brittany and I were-" Santana waves her hand around in a wild gesture. Though Quinn isn't sure she would use that particular gesture to represent sex, she get's the gist of it.
"And she may have called me her girlfriend and I may have-"

"freaked out?" Quinn interrupts, Santana glowers over at her.

"Fuck you. But yeah." Santana looks so resigned that Quinn doesn't even have it in her to make fun of the Latina. Quinn reaches over to press a reassuring hand to her friends shoulder, but hesitates and puts it back on the wheel. Quinn and Santana aren't exactly known for comforting one another.

"She basically is though, right?" Quinn tells her. She knows it's going to upset her best friend, but she just wants her to realize that Brittany makes her happy. They should be together.

"Fuck you twice." Santana spits. "You of all people should know what I'm feeling." Her eyes widen for a moment, like maybe she said something in the heat of the moment that she wasn't supposed to say.

And Quinn for the life of her can't figure out what it is.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn asks her, genuinely confused. Seriously, what the hell is Santana talking about? The way her friend looks suddenly uncomfortable makes her even more curious.

"You know what? Forget it." Santana turns away again, but this time it's because she is hiding something. So of course this only piques Quinn interest even more.

" You can't just say something like that and then say it's nothing." Quinn shoves Santana's shoulder lightly.

"I never said it was nothing, I said forget it." Quinn turns into the school and before she can question her friend any further Santana rolls down the window.

"Looking good Rupaul!" Santana shouts. Rachel is bent over her trunk, wearing one of her incredibly short skirts, pulling out what looks like a large box. Rachel immediately straightens, looking around for the source of the compliment. She looks even more confused when she sees it came from Santana.

The Latina rolls the window back up. What on earth is that girl doing?

"Got to keep them on their toes." Santana explains when Quinn looks at her questioningly. Quinn rolls her eyes and parks. She's never quite sure what Santana Lopez is up to.

The girls walk out of the car, making their way towards the school. Rachel seems to be struggling with a box. Finn notices and is quick to help her out. Santana makes a gaging noise before turning her attention back at Quinn.

"Did you do the math homework?" Quinn nods and points to her backpack. Santana walks up behind Quinn and unzips the backpack as they continue to walk. A usual routine for the duo.

Quinn spots Brittany just up ahead talking to Tina. They seem to be discussing the girls choice of wardrobe.

"Hey Britt. Hey Tina." Quinn greets easily. Santana's pops her head up over Quinn's shoulder and spots the girls as well. She stops rifling through the backpack for a second, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hey Quinn, Santana." Tina greets easily. There was once a time when Tina couldn't even look at the unholy trinity without receiving a sneer. They've sure come a long way.

"Hey Quinn!" Brittany greets enthusiastically, then turns to look at Santana with a blank face.

The four girls stand there awkwardly for a moment until Tina clears her throat. Quinn continues walking with Santana at her heel, still rifling through the blondes backpack.

"Did you feel that?" Quinn asks just as Santana zips up the backpack. Quinn's math homework in hand.

"What?" Santana asks, confused, just as they reach their lockers. Thanks to Sylvester the girls have locker right next to one another.

"That sudden breeze. That rush of cold air. Do I detect a cold shoulder?" Quinn shivers dramatically. Santana shoves her lightly, but smiles none the less.

"You're such a bitch." She laughs, turning to her own locker.

Just then a song begins to play. Bubba Sparxx Ms New Booty.

"How appropriate." Comes the voice of Noah Puckerman. Both Santana and Quinn look over their shoulders to look the boy who had been admiring their asses.

"Rockin everywhere! rockin everywhere! rockin everywhere!" Puck's phone continues to blast.

"You gonna answer that?" Quinn asks, but the boy continues to leer. He sighs, like it's the biggest task in the world and answers his own phone.

"Yeah mom. Yeah, I'll pick up some more TV dinners." Puck hangs up the phone looking mildly embarrassed. Santana turns her attention back to her locker as does Quinn, instead of giving the boy crap for taking calls from his mommy.

Quinn knows, just as her friend beside her knows that Noah Puckerman is head of his house and does whatever he can to help his mom and his little sister out.

"See you girls later." Puck tells them, and by the tone he uses Quinn can tell he is grateful that they didn't make fun of him.

The girls part ways, both having to head to their classes.

The day proceeds uneventfully until lunch time, where it seems it all goes to hell. All thanks to the Hockey team.

Quinn is putting her binder away, just minding her own business, when she hears the unmistakable gasp and proceeding splash of a slushie. She turns around to see the latest victim of the icy beverage. It's Sam. And if Quinn isn't mistaken it is his first slushie attack. Though she didn't fall for the boys charms at the beginning of the year, she also didn't want him covered in the sticky frozen beverage. No one deserves that.

Brittany and Mercedes stand just beyond him, both looking shocked. To everyone's complete surprise it is Rachel who jumps into action. She rushes over quickly to Sam's side, but instead of reaching him to offer the boy some help, she slips, hitting her head slightly and sliding all the way to Quinn's feet. Rachel stares up at the blonde in complete shock and in slight pain. Before Quinn can even react, Rick The Stick stands right beside Rachel with a slushie tipped slightly to the side.

"Freak." Rick spits, as if Rachel is an abomination. Then dumps the contents directly to her face. The red slushie splashes onto Rachel's shocked expression then proceeds to splash on to Quinn's shoes.

The whole student body looks on, shocked. They have never seen a display this cruel from Rick. He quite literally kicked Rachel while she was down. It's not until Rick and one of his meat head teammates high five and begin laughing that the rest of the students feel like it's appropriate to burst into laughter as well.

Before Quinn even knows what she is doing, she is kneeling in the frozen icy red beverage slush, and offering Rachel her hand.

"Are you ok?" Quinn asks. Rachel looks a bit confused by the blondes concern. She sits up, looking over at Sam who is slouching awkwardly, probably trying to stop the blue slush to drip down into his underwear.

"I'm fine, thank you Quinn." Rachel responds though she looks a bit emotional. Rachel has been slushied more than anyone in the glee club combined, but today it seems to have really gotten to her.

Quinn removes her yellow cardigan to gently wipe away at Rachel's face. It seems the corn syrup has irritated her eyes. Again, Rachel looks surprised by this action. She also looks very thankful.

"Dude what the fuck!" Quinn can hear Puck stirring a commotion just down the hall with Rick, he must have just found out what went on. Puck has gotten weirdly protective of the glee club.

Brittany and Mercedes are leading Sam over to the bathroom to help him. He still looks quite shocked.

Quinn normally isn't left alone with Rachel anymore, because they either end up in fights or with strangely intimate conversations, but no one else is around to help her out so Quinn takes it upon herself to save the diva from further embarrassment.

"Let's get you cleaned up." Quinn offers her hand to Rachel again, but this time she doesn't look at it like it's an artifact from outer space. This time she takes it. Quinn tries to ignore the tears that are springing to Rachel's eyes. She doesn't do emotions.

It seems Brittany and Mercedes may have taken Sam to the locker room because they aren't in the girls bathroom.

"OUT!" Quinn orders at the girls inside. She smirks triumphantly when they actually listen. She may not be wearing her cheerio uniform today, but Quinn's voice still takes the desired effect of intimidation.

Quinn turns around to face Rachel, finally able to assess the damage. Luckily, because she had been on the ground, the damage is mostly to her torso and her face. Her sweatshirt will not be salvageable. She can't even tell what woodland creature is supposed to be on it because it is stained THAT red. Quinn walks over to the towel dispenser, grabbing more paper towels then probably necessary. She runs one under the sink and uses it to blot at Rachel's face.

Both girls are silent as Quinn wipes away the sticky red substance from Rachel's face. It's not so hard because Rachel's silent tears make it easier to wipe away.

"They're assholes." Is all Quinn can come up with.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Rachel asks in a whisper. Quinn stops wiping at her face for a moment. Why is she being so nice? Instead of answering though, she shrugs.

"Take off your sweatshirt, you'll get sick if you keep it on." Quinn instructs Rachel. She's shivering, Quinn wonders if she has a spare sweatshirt in her locker for the girl.

Quinn is running another paper towel under the faucet when the sopping wet sweatshirt is tossed into the sink next to her. What Quinn turns around to face, is something she could have never prepared for.

Rachel Berry Topless.

Well not completely topless, she is wearing a bra, but it's enough of a surprise that Quinn's jaw goes slack and the wet paper towel slips from her grasp and plops onto the ground.

"What are you doing?" Quinn's voice goes up an octave. She tells herself that she is staring because she is envious of the girls toned body. Yeah, that's the reason she can't tear her eyes away. Why else?

"You told me to take off my sweatshirt." Rachel answers, crossing her arms over her chest self consciously. That is not disappointment Quinn is feeling. It. Is. Not. She shakes her head and finally locks eyes with Rachel.

"I thought you had a shirt on underneath." Quinn defends herself. She doesn't want to look like a perv.

Before either of the girls can get a word out, someone bursts through the door. It's Rachel's new BFF ever since Kurt left to Dalton. Noah Puckerman. Who would have thought those two would become friends?

"Rachel I-" He stops in his tracks upon seeing Rachel's state.

"Noah!" Rachel screeches. Quinn has the good sense to stand in front of Rachel to shield her from the boys prying eyes.

"What's going on here?" Puck asks warily, like maybe Quinn is about to pull some sort of cruel prank on Rachel.

"I'm helping her." Quinn explains. Puck raises an eyebrow suggestively at the girls.

"Oh stop it." Rachel chastises. Puck senses Rachel's poor emotional state so he doesn't continue.

"Oh stop hiding, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Puck tells Rachel. This catches Quinn's attention. She turns to Rachel with wide eyes, almost begging for an explanation.

"It's like she's in her bathing suit." Puck explains. Quinn ignores the slight panic that the statement caused her. She runs another paper towel under the water and hands it to Rachel so she can clean her chest.

"Make yourself useful and go grab her a sweatshirt." Quinn tells the boy, slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah." Puck waves off before heading out of the bathroom.

"Your hair is going to get all clumpy." Quinn notes, Rachel reaches her hand up self consciously. "Why don't we fix that?" Quinn offers with a slight smile. Rachel's brown eyes had been wandering, but now they lock on Quinn. She smiles tentatively.

Just as Quinn is about to help Rachel duck her head in the sink Tina and Mercedes burst in. They're fussing over the diva.

"Sam just went straight into the locker room. You should have too." Mercedes grabs some paper towels and starts blotting at Rachel's hair. Quinn steps back. Rachel is being taken care of now. She should feel relieved, but why is she suddenly disappointed?

Quinn heads over to the exit, but just as her hand reaches for the handle a small voice breaks through the running faucets and the fussing teenage girls.

"Quinn?" It's tentative. Quinn glances over her shoulder.

"Thank you." Rachel smiles. Quinn smiles back slightly before she continues out the bathroom.

Quinn doesn't see Rachel again until she and Santana walk into the choir room.

Santana has been relentlessly teasing her all day for helping Rachel. The only evidence is on Quinn's jeans, that have red stains on the knees. Finn, in a rare moment of clarity, walked up to Quinn and thanked her for helping Rachel. It irked Quinn more than she cares to admit. He shouldn't even be thanking her for anything, it's not like he and Rachel are even together.

Schuester is going on about something or other. Quinn isn't even paying attention anymore. He has written something on the board, but it might as well be written in an ancient language for all the blonde cares.

Quinn and Santana sit in the top corner, both of them uninterested with the weeks lesson. Santana sits there, eyes mooning over Brittany. Quinn scoffs quietly at the sight. Santana must know that Quinn is watching her because the Latina proceeds to reach over and pinch the head cheer leader. Quinn squirms away and continues to watch the res of the class.

Most, like the cheerleaders at the top row, are completely bored with the lesson. They stare ahead blankly, glassy eyed as Mr. Schue gesticulates wildly.

Sam is applying chap stick for what seems like the third time in the last fifteen minutes. The poor guy is wearing an unfortunate sweatshirt that he must have gotten from the lost and found. Quinn would consider the possibility of the sweatshirt being Rachel's.

Rachel is wearing a shirt Quinn knows to be Puck's because the sleeves are cut of.

Speaking of the Diva, she is the only one who seems to be truly paying attention. Her hand has been up in the air for maybe two minutes now, waving it around. Schue occasionally eyes it, but otherwise ignores the girl.

Puck is staring up at Rachel's raised hand, looking completely and utterly bored. His mouth even slightly hangs open.

Artie isn't even trying to hide the fact that he has been playing fruit ninja since he rolled into the choir room.

The only time Quinn pays attention is when Rachel is finally given the floor. The majority of the club may be envious and even down right petty when it comes to Rachel, but even now, the club much rather listen to the diva rant than listen to Schue try and give a go at a classic hip hop song.

It's not that Quinn even really listens to Rachel. She kind of just watches her mouth form words. It's not like she cares what comes out of her mouth, right? So she just watches Rachel's lips for a while.

"Here." Santana interrupts Quinn's people watching by handing over her cheerio water bottle.

"Huh? Quinn asks a bit dazed. She turns to look over at Santana who is sporting a smirk.

"What do I want this for?" Quinn asks, taking the water bottle from the girl.

"You're looking a little thirsty." Santana laughs at her own joke. Rachel stops mid rant to glare at Santana. The Latina glares back. Rachel continues.

"What are you talking about?" Quinn whispers once she knows for sure Rachel isn't listening.

"You've been staring at Frodo for so long. You kept licking your lips. Maybe you're parched?" Santana looks like she is enjoying this conversation too much. While Quinn may be a little naive sometimes, she isn't dense. She knows exactly what Santana is insinuating.

"You actually noticed? What with you staring at the back of Brittany's head for the last-" Quinn's voice raises with each passing word, gaining the attention of the rest of the glee club. Even Brittany turns around to investigate the fuss.

Before Quinn can say anything else Santana grabs the cheerio bottle and shoves it into Quinn's mouth.

"What are you freaks looking at?" Santana shoots at the club members. Even Mr. Schuester looks at them with interest. People slowly turn their heads back to look at Rachel. Only Rachel isn't exactly as invested with her rant. The Diva still talks, (Quinn suspects she does it in her sleep.) but she keeps glancing over at the blonde now.

Then of course it's time for her to sing.

Quinn will never admit this out loud, but it's her favorite part of Glee club.

"This is a song I've been wanting to perform for quite some time now. I feel it is appropriate for this weeks lesson."

Now Quinn feels she needs to read the white board.

Altruism

Quinn almost snorts, but is able to contain herself. She should have been paying attention to the lesson. She would have loved to hear Mr. Schue's version of altruism. Luckily Quinn knows Rachel is smart enough to really understand the meaning of the word.

"I would like to invite you, my fellow Glee club members to listen to the lyrics. And know that I mean them for you. And I am here for you." Rachel looks directly at Quinn as she says this, no one seems to notice this fact, because, for once, they really are listening to the girl.

Rachel is known to be emotional during a performance, but today it means so much more with what she experienced.

She sings:

Breaking your own heart by Kelly Clarkson

And she is as magnificent as ever.

Quinn has never been so captivated by anything. Ever.

She knows this song is for her. She also knows that in the future she will be able to go back to this moment exactly and think 'that's when everything changed'. Now she isn't exactly sure what is changing, but something is different. Something has shifted

She can feel something within her change. And no it isn't gas, though she probably should have stayed away from the cafeteria food.

Even Santana can't make fun of Quinn for staring at Rachel like she is. Actually, she is pretty sure she saw her best friend wipe a tear away.

When Rachel is done, Everyone but Santana and Quinn go up and hug the Diva. And Quinn could be imagining it, but she swears she saw Rachel glance over at her. And was that longing in her eyes? Or left over tears from the performance?

Quinn may never know.

When all is said and done Quinn takes Santana home, her and Brittany still aren't on speaking terms.

Sylvester took mercy on the girls for some weird reason and there was no Cheerio practice. So Quinn just went home and did homework before dinner.

It's not that she doesn't have a social life, it's just that lately she has been trying to repair her relationship with her mother, so she tries to be at home as often as she can.

Dinner is awkward at best, but at least this time they managed small talk.

Why did they manage small talk? Because someone interrupted dinner.

Ding dong!

"I'll get it." Quinn jumps to her feet, maybe she can find a topic of conversation somewhere between the dining table and the front door.

Quinn is so lost in her thoughts trying to come up with a topic that she doesn't even realize who is at the door until she is staring them right in the eye.

"Rachel!" Quinn gasps, she is so caught off guard she doesn't even get a chance to call her Berry.

"Hello Quinn." Rachel smiles nervously. She looks down at her hands. Quinn follows her line of sight and spots her yellow cardigan.

"I got your address from Noah, I hope you don't mind." Rachel mumbles with a blush. Since when does Rachel mumble?

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asks, no sting in her voice. She's genuinely curious.

"Oh right." Rachel laughs, holding up the cardigan. "I came here to thank you for today. And I- I washed your cardigan. So thank you. That is all I suppose."

"Yeah, sure." Quinn takes the cardigan from Rachel, ignoring the way her heart flutters when their fingers brush against each other.

"I must be off then. My parents want me home for dinner." Quinn nods a bit awkwardly unsure of what to say.

"Ok. Um thanks for" Quinn raises her cardigan "you know, washing it and bringing it back."

"My pleasure. It looks lovely on you. Goodbye." Rachel says it so fast Quinn isn't even sure she heard it right.

"Rachel!" Quinn calls out, her mouth moving without permission. Her eyes go wide. What is she supposed to say now?

Rachel turns around, looking hopeful.

"Yea?" Rachel stares at Quinn, waiting for her to say something. Anything.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"I liked the song." Quinn finally says. Rachel smiles slightly, another blush appearing on her face.

"Thank you." She replies, bashfully.

Quinn is left with the image of Rachel hopping into her car and driving off with a blush still in place.

"She's a nice girl." Judy states once Quinn explains who was at the door. Quinn smiles down at her plate, but says nothing.

Quinn heads to bed feeling completely drained. Though the day hadn't even been that eventful. She flips the TV on and falls asleep watching Bill Murray relive living the same day over and over again.

Quinn's first thought of the morning is:

This is why I don't listen to the radio

Seriously? Mr. Brightside two days in a row? At the same exact time?

She reaches over and slams her hand down on her alarm clock.

Once again, Quinn can smell the brewing of coffee. And if that can't bring a smile to her face, nothing can.

As soon as she feels the hot water pouring down her back, Quinn curses herself. She forgot to write shampoo on the shopping list. Even though she knows its useless, she reaches for her favorite shampoo. She is pleasantly surprised to find she has just enough for this one shower. Though she could had sworn she emptied the bottle the previous day.

Whatever, she'll thank her lucky stars for the stroke of luck.

When Quinn walks back into her room, she is surprised to see a text from Santana.

Give me a lift to school today?

Quinn has the strangest sense of déjá vu.

Again?

Quinn only manages to find a bra when she receives a text.

It's a Yes or No question, Bitch.

Quinn sighs but responds regardless of the crappy mood her friend must still be in. Brittany is still mad at her.

Yes. Be ready. I'm not gonna me late because of your ass.

Quinn manages to get dressed before she receives another text from Santana.

You're lucky you even have this ass riding along with you.

Quinn laughs slightly, tucking her phone into her pocket. Where is her backpack? She could have sworn she brought it upstairs the previous night.

When Quinn walks to the kitchen she is surprised to find her mother made french toast again. Judy usually mixes things up.

"Hey mom, I'm gonna have to take this to go again." Quinn tells her mother. Judy looks a bit confused by Quinn's words, but puts away the mug and grabs a paper cup for her daughter.

"At least take some toast?" Judy holds up the french toast hopefully. Of course Quinn takes it.

Santana is just making her way to the front gate when Quinn pulls up to her house

"Oh good Coffee." Santana is quick to make a grab for the coffee as soon as she steps into the vehicle.

"Hey! I'm getting real sick and tired of you stealing my stuff!" Quinn protests, but of course this is Santana. It goes in one ear and out the other. She makes a grab for the toast and manages to pull one slice from Quinn's grasp.

"Judy is amazing!" Santana moans around her mouthful of toast. Quinn rolls her eyes at her friend.

"So your dad still hasn't fixed your car?" Quinn asks, ignoring Santana's obscene moans.

"I didn't know I was such a god damn burden to you." Santana spits trying to pick a fight with the blonde.

"You know that's not what I mean." Quinn replies with a sigh.

"Who told you about my car?" Santana asks, sipping at the hot coffee.

"You did." Quinn replies, looking at her friend like she's crazy.

"Pretty sure I didn't." Santana replies in a bored tone.

"Uh, pretty sure you did." Quinn shoots back. She's not crazy, they had this conversation yesterday.

"Uh, pretty sure I didn't." Santana mimics Quinn's tone.

"Brittany still mad at you?" Quinn asks, hoping to not start a childish fight. Santana sits up straight and glares at Quinn.

"Who said she was mad at me?" Santana continues to glare.

"YOU DID!" Quinn shoots back, she really doesn't want to have to start her day like this.

"Shut up Q. Britt called you didn't she?" Quinn decides talking about Brittany isn't going to help her.

"Hey did you do the math homework?" Santana asks after a while of complete silence.

"Again S?" Quinn asks with just enough attitude to set the Latina off.

"What the fuck are you talking about Q? I haven't copied from you in like a week!" Santana defends herself, reaching the back seat for Quinn's backpack.

"You copied yesterday." Quinn shoots back.

"Yesterday was Sunday Dumb ass." Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn.

"You're officially going nuts." Santana replies, not really paying attention, she is busy copying the homework.

"Yesterday was monday." Quinn shoots back. "Britt ignored you all day. You walked around like a lost puppy. Sam was slushied, Berry slipped in it-" Before Quinn can continue her friend cuts her off.

"You're high aren't you? Trouty has never gotten slushied. I'd pay money to see that." Santana cackles.

"It happened yesterday!" Quinn yells, frustrated. Santana eyes her friend skeptically.

"Yesterday was sunday." Santana reminds her friend slowly. "See for yourself." Santana pushes the home button of her phone and shoves it in Quinn's face.

It takes a moment for Quinn's eyes to adjust, but when they finally do, she slams on the breaks.

Holy Fuck, it's monday. Again.

So I'm not sure how long this will be, but I had it in my head, so...yeah.

I love hearing from you guys.

What did you think? - A