Author Note: I originally only intended this as a short ficlet for my tumblr but well I just kept writing,lol. I'm currently working on a possible Part 2 but only if you guys like this. So,thoughts? Reviews would be much appreciated! xo
A Gardenia, really?
Quinn knew her corsage most definitely hadn't come from Finn, so who had he suckered into helping him?
It was the day following the events of Mckinley's prom and the blonde was twirling the delicate flower in her hand.
She quickly googled the flower's meaning via her phone, she bit her lip in concentration as she enlarged the small text on her screen.
Gardenia: "The Gardenia symbolizes both sweetness and purity. They tell the receiver 'you are lovely' They convey joy and they indicate secret love"
She sat up and hovered the phone over her lips deep in thought.
Secret love? That flower had definitely not come from the brain of Hudson or his mom or Kurt.
Well, now she had some investigating to do.
But who could she ask? And then it came to her, she smirked and waited for Monday to come around.
She got there early knowing he'd be around editing or waiting to perv on some poor unsuspecting girl, more often than not Rachel Berry was the receiver of his attention.
She found him easily, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she smelled some kind of old man's cologne that the boy clearly thought masked his sweaty teenage boy stench.
"Quinn Fabray" he said in surprise as she stepped around the corner, his hands immediately went to his jewfro.
Quinn internally rolled her eyes.
"Jacob" she stated, "I believe you might have some information for me"
She saw his ears perk up and tried not to smile.
"What kind of information?" he inquired leaning forward over the table as Quinn took a seat.
She moved her hands away as she noticed his edging closer; she looked at him and smiled sweetly.
"I was given a corsage for prom, by Finn, but I've realized that he didn't choose it himself. And the symbolism behind it..intrigues me, so I'd like to find out who actually picked it for me"
Jacob smiled. "And you think I know who that person is?"
"Come on, Jacob, I know you hear everything. It's a little creepy sometimes but you are the ears of this school. So, how bout' it?"
"What's in it for me?" he asked.
Quinn sighed and prepared herself for some decrepit form of payment to fall from his lips.
"Name your price" she said simply, "but get perverted and I'll stick Santana on you"
His eyes grew wide, she knew the threat of Santana would work it always did.
"I see what you're saying, but we have a little problem"
The blonde quirked a brow. Problem?
"Problem?" she said.
"The person that chose that Gardenia has already approached me to secure anonymity after noticing my eavesdropping" he explained, "said person is terrified of you finding out who they are, so I have received a grand payment for my silence. So you see how my hands are tied"
Quinn gritted her teeth.
"How is this person paying you? Blood? Food? Cash? Name what it's going to take, Israel" she growled slightly.
He raised his hands before pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"Why do you want to know so badly?"
The blonde sighed; this question had been plaguing her ever since she got home from Prom.
"Because I do" she snapped defensively before slouching her shoulders and leaning her head on her palm. "Because this person took time and thought to help someone else in choosing the corsage though they apparently have some form of..feelings toward me. I need to know the person that is capable of being that selfless. Finn clearly doesn't have a clue, I don't even know why I'm with him any more" she paused, nervously biting her lip.
Jacob thought she'd finished but apparently there was more.
"Even the damn ribbon was perfect! Not only did it compliment my eyes but it was also my exact favourite shade of green. The corsage was beautiful and I..I don't know, okay?"
The boy would be lying if he said he wasn't pleasantly surprised that Quinn Fabray could actually show feeling without there being a growing fetus behind it. But still, he was a business man. Nothing came free, and he had been paid for his silence.
"I'll tell you, but it's going to cost you"
She nodded. "Name it"
"A kiss, with tongue" he said as he pushed himself up on his hands to hover over the table, Quinn blanched quickly and stood to her feet.
"Not going to happen" she laughed.
"A peck?"
"On the cheek?" she said narrowing her eyes as she stood with her hands on her hips.
He snorted.
"I thought you wanted to know, Fabray. Fine, no kissing"
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good"
"Give me the underwear you're wearing and I'll give you their name"
She froze in shock; she blinked before looking to him.
"Are you serious?"
"You're asking me to break my word"
"And you're willing to break it for a pair of my underwear?" she said through gritted teeth.
He smiled at her creepily.
"Hey, I'm a teenage boy" he defended.
"It's the start of the day Jacob, it's not like I have a spare pair with me"
Jacob shrugged.
"Then there's nothing I can do for you, Quinn. Sorry"
Quinn exasperatedly ran a hand through her hair, did she really want to know this bad?
Yes she did.
"Ugh!" she groaned before reaching under her dress yanking down and throwing her white lace panties at him which he happily caught.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Fabray" he said dreamily as he stared completely enthralled by the tiny underwear in his hands.
"Give me the name" she growled as she slammed her hand down on the table making him jump.
"Rachel"
He didn't even get to the Berry before the blonde was marching away from him determined to speak to Rachel and ignore the draft between her legs for the next eight hours or so.
Rachel Berry, really? For some reason she didn't need confirmation of the last name as soon as the first left his mouth that was it, she knew.
She was peeking around the corner when she saw the girl at her locker; she was going to move forward when she froze.
The tiny brunette was puckering her lips in her locker mirror, her tongue darting out to wet them.
Quinn felt like the school had neglected to put on the air conditioning and the draft she'd been feeling had suddenly disappeared.
Her eyes darted down to take in the surprising length of Rachel's tanned toned legs; she swallowed trying to alleviate the dryness of her throat.
"Hi" Finn suddenly said from behind her making her jump almost ten feet in the air, she held a hand over her chest and reached out to the wall for support.
"Are you trying to kill me?" she shrieked, the boy merely chuckled before placing a quick kiss to her cheek.
"Why are you standing around?" he asked, a locker shut behind them and Quinn turned around just in time to see a blur of long thick brunette locks disappear around the corner.
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head trying to rid her mind of Rachel's lips and legs.
"Waiting for you" she said with a smile, she took Finn's hand and started walking down the hallway.
They reached their first class and Quinn very nearly feigned needing the bathroom, she'd completely forgotten that Rachel shared their History class.
She passed the diva's desk and very nearly stumbled, she mentally facepalmed as she slid into her seat immediately crossing her legs.
The girl was a mess; she couldn't concentrate on the lesson if her life depended on it.
She hit her knee on the table, dropped her pencil and completely annihilated her pen lid.
The bell rang to signal the change to second period and the blonde was bought out of her tan skinned brown eyed daze.
She looked to the board and realized they had a homework assignment; she hadn't been paying any attention at all. Crap! She quickly got her things together and raced out of the room.
"Can I borrow your history notes, S?" she said as she walked along side Santana and Brittany.
The Latina looked to the blonde curiously; she never needed help with homework not even when pregnant.
"Not like you to zone out in class"
Quinn managed a nervous laugh.
"My head's all over the place today, so can I please?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders letting it go instantly.
"Sure, Q. Just come over to study with Britt and me"
"I know it was you" she said leaning against Rachel's locker.
The brunette paused but didn't falter.
"What are you talking about?"
Quinn chuckled before tucking a stray hair away from the smaller girl's face, those brown orbs staring straight at her.
"My Gardenia"
She looked so worried; the blonde felt terrible and couldn't help but feel as though Rachel was about to run away from her.
Before anything else could be said she was pressing her lips to Rachel's.
Her arm was stinging, like she'd been slapped.
"Wake the fuck up bitch" a voice hissed next to her, she turned to see Santana looking at her with a worried yet amused look as she motioned to the frowning teacher apparently waiting for an answer to a question she hadn't heard.
Quinn quickly sat up straighter in her seat and ran a hand over her face.
"I'm sorry sir, what was the question?"
"Perhaps you can ponder it in your own time, Miss Fabray" he said airily before continuing with the rest of the class.
The blonde sighed, great.