Quinn Fabray: My Story

Chapter 17 - Something Lost, Something Gained

The next week the school PA system had been flooded with Madonna's music blasting through the halls. I had come to find out that Coach Sylvester had made it mandatory that Madonna's music fill the school since the Cheerios were working on a routine to Madonna's music.

Early that morning I headed for the choir room with the other girls of the New Directions. Before school sometimes we would hang out and talk to each other. I began doodling a photo of Rachel that said 'Loser' above it. I had been so sick of dealing with Berry as of lately. Especially since last time we rehearsed on Friday. I was very irritable this morning and Rachel was the target of my aggression as I continued to doodle in my notebook.

Rachel the got up to ask us a question. "Can I ask you guys something private?" Rachel asked us as I looked up. "Yes, you should move to Israel," Santana snarled as I couldn't help but laugh. "It's about dating," Rachel began before stopping herself "Not that I'm dating anyone. We all know that Finn and I are no longer an item, and for the sake of the team, I broke up with Jesse. But let's just say I was dating someone. Let's just say, hypothetically, we went to a Wiggles concert last Friday night, and then because my dads weren't home, we went up to my room and started making out. It was erotic and romantic. And then he said... 'We should do it.' "It"? I asked. 'Totally,' he said 'Haven't you done it before?' 'No.' I said 'Have you?' 'What do you think?' he asked 'It's no big deal.' he shrugged. 'For a girl, it is.' I said. What if then he got really crabby and left, and didn't even take home the Care Bear I won him playing Skee Ball?" Rachel frowned.

"Would you please stop talking? You're grossing out my baby," I snapped not wanting to hear anymore of what Rachel was doing or who Rachel was doing. "I just want to be ready; I know I'm getting older, and these things are going to happen someday, but how do I stop a guy from getting mad at me for saying "no"?" Rachel asked. "Just do what I do. Never say "no."," Santana said. "Oh, totally. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?" Brittany agreed as I gave her a look "Sorry, Quinn."

"Look, girl, don't ask me. The last guy I liked was the mayor of gaytown. And I can't wait to get a guy mad at me for saying "no."," Mercedes said. "We just have to accept that guys don't care about our feelings. Like, the other day, I was walking with Artie when he said 'I've thought a lot about it, and I forgive you for lying about your stutter. However, if you're planning on getting all up on this, I'm going to need you to make some changes. The goth thing was two years ago, so maybe lose the vampire makeup and consider some tighter-fitting clothing. You've got the pow, and I believe you should work it more if we're going to be an item.'," Tina said. "That's got to sting," Rachel frowned as Mr. Schue interrupted our conversation. "Hey, guys. I'm sorry to interrupt your little sorority, but I couldn't help but overhearing. Are you really having that much boy trouble?" he asked. "You wouldn't understand, Mr. Schue," I said "You're a guy."

"Well, then maybe you should talk to someone else about it. Like Ms. Pillsbury," Mr. Schue suggested. Rachel proceeded to tell us that she tried but Miss Pillsbury wasn't much of a help. The bell rang as I stopped before saying "The fact is is that women still earn 70 cents to every dollar that a man does for doing the same job. That attitude starts in high school," I said as I left the choir room. Mr. Schue seemed upset that we were going through that and seemed to want to help us girls out. I didn't know how he could.

Unlike the other girls things between Puck and I had settled down since last week. Of course with my mood swings sometimes things between us weren't as great as they could be but I think both of us were trying hard to make things work. Although, it would be nice if he could be a little bit more understanding sometimes.

The New Directions were all seated when Mr. Schue began to write 'Madonna' on the board. "What comes to mind when you see that name?" Mr. Schue asked us. "Genius," Rachel exclaimed. "Icon," Kurt grinned. "Hall of Fame MILF," Puck smirked as I looked disapprovingly at him. Of course that would be what he would use to describe Madonna. It was times like these that I wondered why I was still with him.