Unholy Trinity
I follow Santana and Brittany onto the field where I see coach yelling maniacally through a megaphone at a rather large group of young women in red and white cheerio uniforms. I look at Santana then at Brittany and see that this isn't even phasing them. She must be like this every practice.
"Sandbags, Blondie, Younger Sue. You're late. Get over here with the rest of these imbeciles."
The three of us quickly move towards the group of Cheerios and the practice starts.
After a gruelling 60 minutes, practice is over and we finally head back into the building. My legs are in agony, my muscles feel extremely tight and I feel sweaty but I can't risk showering with the other girls. Not after last time.
*Flashback*
I had just finished cheerleading practice at Walnut Hills and I could not be happier. It was a friday, school was over for the weekend, my parents were away for business so I could just sit back and relax. After 7.
My parents told me before they left that I had to visit my Nana. I'm not complaining because I love my Nana but I only had 20 minutes before I was meeting her and it's a 15 minute drive. I didn't have time to go home and shower but there was no way I was meeting my Nana smelling like this.
The showers in the locker rooms were individual cubicles so no one would see my little friend. It wouldn't hurt to shower at school once. Or so I thought.
I didn't realise that the walls to the cubicles were so low. If I had I would definitely have just met my Nana with a slight sweat smell. By the time I had realised the cubicles were low it was too late. Samantha Gunderson, the HBIC, Coach's second in command, had seen it. All of it.
I quickly finished my shower, got dressed and ran out of the locker room before she could ask any questions. She didn't need to know anymore about my condition, she would tell the whole school either way. By the next day, the whole school knew about my not-so-little secret and I was insulted, hit and kicked off the cheerleading squad. That was just the beginning of it.
*End of flashback*
I think Coach Sue could see me panicking because she came over to see if everything was okay.
"Fabray, are you okay?"
"Yes Coach. Just trying to figure out whether to shower or not."
"You should but not in here. Come with me."
She led me down the hallway, around the corner and to a grey door that gave away no information as to what was inside. She unlocked it and revealed a shower, changing room and toilet.
"Here we go, Q. This will be your changing room now."
"Thanks Sue."
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After I was showered and changed into a clean Cheerios uniform, I set off to my next lesson. Spanish. Outside the classroom, I spotted Rachel. Sneaking up behind her, I tapped her shoulder and she jumped. It was adorable. When she turned around, however, she was covering her face and mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like "Please don't hurt me."
"Rach, what's wrong? It's only me."
"Yes, I am aware of that Quinn however you are no longer Quinn Fabray, new student, you are now Quinn Fabray, cheerleader. Given that, that means you would only be within close proximity with me for two reasons. 1, to throw slushie at me or 2, the cheerios have some elaborate prank planned that requires you to befriend me."
"Rachel, I promise I'm not doing any of that. I'm a cheerleader, yes, but I'm still me. I'm your friend and wont let anyone hurt you."
"Really?" She asks so quietly I have to strain to hear it.
"Yes, now come on. Tenemos clase de espanol." (We have spanish class)
She chuckles lightly and pulls me into the classroom. We take a seat and wait for class to start.
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"Hola clase. Me llamó Señor Schuester y soy profesor de espanol." The teacher says, pronouncing half of it incorrectly.
When I was younger, my parents spent a lot of time in spain so I can speak the language fluently.
"Today we will be writing love poems. Be prepared to read them aloud at the end of the period."
For the next 30 minutes, I zone out and stare at Rachel. She looks so adorable when she concentrates on something. I manage to write one word before the teacher tells us that it's time to share our poems. After a few students, his eyes lock on me.
"Hi, you must be the new student. Quinn Fabray, would you please read your poem so I can get an idea as to the level of spanish you know." Typical teacher, try to make a fool of the new kid. I'll show him.
"Many apologies sir but something much more interesting than your lesson plan caught my attention. I only wrote one word." I hear some laughter coming from the other students and a look of confusion on Rachel's and the teacher's faces.
"I could make something up now though."
"Okay. Take it away." He manages to squeak out.
"Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad,
No puedo vivir sin ti,
Tu eres mi primer amor,
Y usted será mi última,
Eres el amor de mi vida,
Y te quiero con toda mi alma.
Tienes los ojos más bonitos del mundo,
Tu eres la persona más bella que he visto,
Te amo desde el momento en que puse mis ojos en ti,
Yo no lo sabía en ese entonces,
Me haces tan feliz,
Te amo, que mi completa."
As I finish the poem I look around the class taking in their facial expressions. Some look shocked, others such as Santana, have smirks on their faces and others including Rachel, the teacher and the boy, Kurt I think, look impressed and slightly confused.
"Was that okay Sir?"
"It was beautiful Quinn. Would you like to translate it in case some students don't know what it means."
"Some students or you sir? You looked confused by the end." More laughter from the class and the teacher goes red in the face. I knew he didn't understand it.
"Just translate it please."
"Yes sir."
"You are my light in the dark,
I can not live without you,
You are my first love
And you will be my last,
You're the love of my life,
And I love you with all my heart.
You have the most beautiful eyes in the world,
You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen,
I loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you,
I just didn't know it then.
You make me so happy,
I love you, you complete me."
"That was beautiful Quinn. You seem very fluent in the language and will make a great addition to the class. Now if you will excuse me I need to have a chat with Ms Sylvester."
"Yo Q! I bet he's going to talk about that. Who knew you were so cocky?" I hear Santana shout across the room.
"Shut up San."
"Honestly though Q. That was amazing."
"Thanks I guess."
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Santana was right. Mr Schuester complained to Coach Sue about the 'stunt her newest cheerleader decided to pull in class.' I don't think she was impressed. I'm in her office right now with Santana and Brittany. I'm going to be kicked off the Cheerios and I wasn't even on the squad for a full day.
"Quinn, care to explain what happened in Spanish today?" Straight to the point. There's no dilly-dallying in her office.
"Erm..."
"I don't care to be honest." She cuts me off before I can explain. "You all should know why you're here. Sand-bags you need to be present because you're head cheerleader and B you're here because you're you. As for you Q, you're here for something else."
She trails off and just stares at me for 5 minutes. I think she was trying to intimidate me but it didn't work. I just stared back.
"I'm promoting you to co-captain."
"WHAT?" All 3 of us shout at once.
"You're brave kid. It's only your first day and you managed to embarrass the curly haired lesbian. That sort of thing makes a good captain."
"Yes Coach."
"Now get out."
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Santana, Britt and myself walked down the corridors and students parted like the red sea. News got out quickly that I was the new captain of the cheerios after only a day. Some of the cheerleaders that have been on the quad for a few years now are slightly jealous but too afraid to say anything.
Rachel sees us coming and quickly runs in the opposite direction. S and B are laughing at her fear.
"Look at the hobbit go. I'm surprised she can move that fast on those stumps she calls legs." Santana snarkily says.
"Hey S. Leave her alone okay? You're like what 2 inches taller? If she's a hobbit so are you. Don't be mean to her okay. She's cool and she's my friend."
"Whatever Q."
A/N Tried making this chapter longer because people wanted longer chapters. Also, Isaiah Flamez, sent me a PM on ff.net asking for some insight into Quinn's past and family life. The first flashback is in this chapter. If anyone has any bits in particular they would like to see from her past, let me know and I will try to incorporate them into the story. The poem is not mine. I read it in a fanfiction on wattpad but can't recall the title of it. If anyone recognises the poem and knows the name of the story, let me know please.