Welcome to a world where your parents think you're special. They think you're the most special kid in the entire universe. You're so special; they often gift you candy every morning before you eat breakfast. On days when you're exceeding their low e...
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Fallon shifted uncomfortably in her chair and tried to release the pain in her thigh and hip. She'd been putting in too much practice with the wrong leg, and the lack of support brought out the worst in her body's soreness.
"I wanna pit these kids against one another." Sue continued explaining her plan to destroy the club again. "Am I clear?"
Quinn elbowed Fallon when she didn't nod her head. She smirked when the redhead quickly responded, arms brushing each other as Fallon shifted in her seat again.
"Quinn." Sue didn't allow the blonde to look in Fallon's direction. "Update. Go."
"The minority students don't feel like they're being heard." Quinn smirked when she noticed Fallon lower her head slightly. "And Schue has an issue with Otter being Autistic, but refuses to say it out loud. He won't let her be involved musically."
"Ah. Chink in the armor, huh?" Sue leaned back and looked over her Cheerios. "I want to create an environment that is so toxic, no one will want to be a part of that club."
"We're close." Fallon chuckled.
"Like the time I sold my house to a nice, young couple, and I salted the earth in that background so that nothing living could grow there for a hundred years." Sue smirked when Fallon scrunched up her face. "You know why I did that? Because they tried to get me to pay their closing costs."
Fallon leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes. She wasn't paying much attention to the newest addition to the glee club since nothing seemed to take a stab at Mr. Schuester's disgusting reactions to her sister. It was all a bore to her, and all she needed was to smile and nod, and eventually, Sue would set them free.
And eventually, she had, but still, Fallon couldn't make it down the hallway without someone coming after her.
"Griffin!"
Fallon groaned and shifted her weight to turn and face Quinn. She rested a hand on the lockers as she lifted her foot and put all her weight on her left leg, but the pain remained without proper cushioning.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked, eyeing Fallon.
"Home." Fallon shrugged.
"No." Quinn shook her head. "I need you to do something for me, so ride with me."
"Last time I was in your car your sexually assaulted me." Fallon crossed her arms over her chest and smirked when Quinn narrowed her eyes. "I promised Otter I'd get home in time for her shows. I'm already late and she hates riding with Moose."
