Something - Quinn Fabray

Chapter 41

The next day, the bell rang, signifying the end of third period, and Ryan and Quinn's English class. They stood up to leave and were at the door when Shelby called out, "Quinn, can I talk to you for a second, please?"

Ryan looked between his mom and his girlfriend inquisitively. Quinn gave him a small smile. "You go ahead, I'm sure this'll be quick." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before gently pushing him out of the classroom.

"You haven't told him?" Shelby asked, getting up to erase the blackboard.

"Not yet." Quinn didn't want him to know about this yet. "After. I'll tell him after."

Shelby nodded. "Are you okay? How are you today?"

Quinn just shrugged. "I've been worse."

"But you've also been better?" Shelby asked her knowingly. The teenager shrugged again. "I spoke to Miss Pillsbury, and she gave me the name of a good psychiatrist at Lima Memorial. I've called her, and she has an opening on Wednesday after class, if that's okay with you."

"Okay. I guess Wednesday is okay," Quinn said, fidgeting with the books she was holding.

"Good. Come to my office after class, I'll drive us there."

"Thanks." Quinn turned around and left the classroom, immediately going to her locker. She still wasn't sure what to feel about this trip to the doctor. Part of her kept telling her she was fine, that she didn't need any help. She could handle this by herself. But there was another part of her that was crying out for help, needed someone who could make her feel better, feel good about herself, again.

"Hey." Quinn almost jumped as she turned around. She calmed down when she saw it was Ryan. "What did my mom want to talk to you about?" he asked curiously.

Quinn just shook her head. "Oh, nothing important. I'll tell you later, we need to get to class."

..

That afternoon, Mr. Schue came into glee, late once again. "Okay, everyone, settle down. First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman," He gestured at the mohawked boy, and everyone cheered. "Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong?"

"Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day."

"Oh wow, what a catch I can't believe I ever let you go," Quinn said sarcastically, making Ryan roll his eyes.

"And now," Mr. Schue cut in. "Drum roll, Finn... I have in my hand our competition for Sectionals next month. First, the acapella choir from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers."

Santana held up a hand with a smirk. "Okay hold up. Like a million awesome gay jokes just popped into my head."

"And the other team to beat," Mr. Schue continued, "The Hipsters, a first year club from the Warren Township continuing education program. Now they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their GEDs."

Ryan raised a hand in confusion. "Is that legal?"

"How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?" Mercedes asked.

Puck smirked. "Are you kidding? Brittle bones; give one of those old ladies a good luck pat on the rear, shatter her pelvis."

"Moving on," Mr. Schue continued. "Since it seemed to get you guys jazzed about Sectionals last year I want to make this week our second annual boys-vs-girls tournament. So, split up into two groups and figure out what songs you're gonna sing."