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Quinn Fabray||Fifteen||Lima, Ohio
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Uh, no. I'm not. You're the only person at school whose ears I've demolished, I'm not sacrificing the whole club.
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Thinking about joining the Glee Club.
I don’t think I could pull it off. I’m not one for singing in front of a group of people.
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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I don't think I could pull it off. I'm not one for singing in front of a group of people.
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Thinking about joining the Glee Club.
Social suicide, maybe, but I can’t bring myself to care. Opinions?
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Thinking about joining the Glee Club.
Social suicide, maybe, but I can't bring myself to care. Opinions?
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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"You're not what? Gay or guilty of dying your hair?" Quinn asked, smirking a bit. She was sure he wasn't gay, or at least she hoped not. His hair was suspiciously blond, though. Maybe he was just in the sun a lot.
"Yeah, girls suck. I feel bad for guys when they have to date the worst ones. But they always power through somehow, like true superheroes. What about you, though? Are you a superhero in that respect?" She hoped that wasn't too straightforward. So what had she concluded about this new boy, so far? He's gorgeous, obviously, and athletic, obvious from the abs and the football; he was actually very sweet, even held the door for her, and he's either gay or likes to dye his hair. Personally, she hoped for the later. "It's a left, and then just keep walking that way for two blocks. Lima's pretty straight forward in that."
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“Yeah, well, no. There were girls there but not in my school.” He shot her a sideways glance when she asked what was so amazing about girls, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Going to school with girls is a whole lot better than going to a school full of boys where everyone thinks you’re gay because you die your hair,” He made a point of turning to her, “Which I don’t, by the way.” He smiled at her briefly as she spoke again. “An all girls school would be worse than an all guys school I guess. I mean, girls like to gossip and stuff where guys just like hitting each other and whatever.”
As they reached the end of the hallway, Sam strode ahead to hold the door open for Quinn. He was a gentleman, after all. He followed her down the steps of the school and squinted in the afternoon sun. “Which direction from here?” Sam asked, bringing a hand up to shield his eyes.
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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"No girls in Tennessee, huh?" Quinn laughed. "What's so awesome about going to school with girls? I personally think they're pretty terrible." True story: girls sucked. They were all either bitchy, or try-hards, or just genuinely a waste of time. Quinn didn't have many friends, and even those she wasn't too fond of. It was mostly Santana and Brit that she was 'close to', and she could stand to spend some time apart from them. Other than those two, she had a couple cheer leaders who she was pretty sure hated her anyway. Friends weren't a big area for her, neither was dating.
"I don't think I could handle an all girls school, though. That would be too hard, too much hormone, not enough balance." Quinn laughed, shaking her head. "It would probably be like a whole school year of Cheer Camp." She fake gagged.
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Sam laughed, “I can handle it.” He promised with a playful smile. He noticed her smooth down her uniform and wondered if she was nervous. What did she have to be nervous about? The hard part of singing was over, now they were getting coffee. Surely that beat out singing in front of a stranger any day. But Sam was new to this whole girls thing and didn’t know if he was missing something, so he didn’t say a word. Maybe she just liked to look her best at all times, although it didn’t matter what her clothes did because there was no way, in Sam’s mind, that this girl could look anything but perfect.
“Tennessee?” Sam shrugged, “I guess so. I mean, it’s pretty much the same as Lima from what I’ve heard, but I miss the few friends I had there. I miss my house.” He glanced down at her and felt the need to keep the conversation going. “There’s a lot that Lima’s got that my old town didn’t, like a school with girls in it.” He laughed at himself, feeling stupid again. “I went to an all boys school, so coming here to McKinley has been…well, awesome.”
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Quinn grabbed her backpack and closed her locker door, looking up at Sam. He  was leaning against the locker next to her, his guitar case balanced on the floor. "We could walk, if you want. I'm guessing an athlete like you is able to walk a couple blocks." She smiled and laughed, nodding. "Yes, we can walk.
Q smoothed her hand over the front of her uniform's skirt, trying to dispel the anxiety welling up in her stomach. She was going out to coffee with Sam. Is that a date? Was singing a date? God, she hadn't been on a date for months, and certainly not with someone so cute. He was cute... But what if he didn't like her? What if his eyes were set on someone else? No, not a date. This couldn't be a date. Dates didn't exist for Quinn anymore. It was solitary Quinn; bachelorette  Quinn; flying-solo Quinn. She was going to be alone forever.
"So, uh, do you miss your old place?" She asked, trying to get her head off of the supposed solitary inevitability that was her life.
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As they wandered down the hall together, Sam couldn’t help but notice and awkward silence settling over them. He searched his brain for something clever to say, but drew a blank. “Lima Bean huh? Original.” He mentally punched himself in the face for that; it was possibly the stupidest thing he’d ever said. Ever. Including that time he did a whole English presentation on the pros of teaching Na’vi in schools. Thankfully, they were at her locker in no time at all and Sam had a small glimpse into Quinn’s life. Her locker door was covered in pictures of her with her friends, other cheerleaders, and the usual girl things. It was nice enough, but he felt like it wasn’t really her.
But what did he know? He’d only just met this girl and he was already making assumptions about her. He leaned back against the lockers beside hers and made a mental note to remember this location. He had an inkling he’d swing by here the next morning, despite being completely out of his way. When she closed her locker door, Sam glanced at her. “How far away is this cafe? Can we walk it or should we take the bus?” 
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Quinn nodded as she watched him turn to put his guitar away. A real music lover, he seemed. He knew guitar, he could sing, and he seemed to be honest about knowing some piano. She liked boys who weren't all into sports, boobs, and nothing else. He seemed well rounded. And he was cute as a button, too. Wait, did she really just think that? What the heck? If Quinn was anything, it was not cheesy!
"Yeah, do you mind if we stop at my locker real quick? I've just gotta grab my book bag." Upon arrival, Q spun the locker and the door popped open with a click. It was a pretty normal locker for a teenage cheerleader. The thing was covered in red, white, and a dash of pink, pictures of her and her friends lining it. It wasn't anything special, just distinctly Quinn-like.
Quinn smiled and shook her head. “You’re better than I expected for a football player,” she mused, smirking a bit. She wondered why he’d even join up for Glee in the first place. A boy who looked like that, with those abs (why was she obsessing over those?!), and his...
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Quinn smiled and shook her head. "You're better than I expected for a football player," she mused, smirking a bit. She wondered why he'd even join up for Glee in the first place. A boy who looked like that, with those abs (why was she obsessing over those?!), and his apparent football skills-which were yet to be determined--he was going to be the peak of popular. The club was just going to shoot him down to the bottom where bacteria and Rachel Berry thrived--which, admittedly, were the same thing for her.
It wasn't unnoticed that he didn't want her to leave. He kept offering more ways for them to spend the time; singing, piano, guitar... coffee? She could drink some coffee. "Coffee sounds awesome, actually..." she said, not looking at him. As point of fact, she was not tired or thirsty, which is why she usually drank coffee. She never allowed herself more than a cup a day, for fear of bouncing off the walls. But she could handle a third cup, if it meant she was sharing it with Sam. "There's this little place in town, the Lima Bean. We could go catch one there..?"
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As their song finished, Sam rested his strumming hand on the top of his guitar, while the other still clutched the strings. “I bet you had no idea you were a singer until just then. You’re good Quinn, really good.” He gave her a reassuring smile. Sam wondered if she’d ever been complimented on anything but her looks. She seemed smart and athletic but there was something gratifying about being complimented on a skill that you didn’t know you had. It was unlike anything else. He glanced at the clock and noticed they only had a few minutes left in the choir room before they had to leave.
“We’ve got time for another song if you want…”  He pulled the guitar strap over his shoulder and rested the wooden instrument against the piano stool. He stretched his arms over his head to try and calm a tightness he felt in his right shoulder from strumming. “I could teach you to play guitar? I know some piano, but only pretty basic songs.” He shook his head to brush the hair across his face. Sam looked down at his guitar, and tried desperately to remember how much money was in his wallet. “Or we could go get a coffee or something?” He bit the inside of his cheek nervously as he awaited her reply. 
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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"Yeah, Finn Hudson. He's okay, I guess. Really, I have a feeling that he only got the spot because the last quarterback graduated. The team hasn't been good since," said Quinn, smiling. She and Finn had a thing the year before and during the summer, but she'd broken it off because they just weren't working. All he'd do was push her too far, and she didn't want that. She wanted her boundaries respected, not broken.
Quinn felt his eyes on her upon singing. She knew she wasn't exactly talented, certainly not so as some of the other girls she'd seen, but once started, you couldn't really stop. And as she continued to sing, as he continued to smile, she became more sure of herself, singing louder. He was talented, better than she thought he would be. And if she was right, their voices matched. This was nice, singing with someone. Sure she didn't know more about him than the fact that his abs were flawless and his voice was amazing, but she liked this, liked him.
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Sam couldn’t help but smile when he saw her eyes linger on his abs. Clearly she was impressed. “Finn Hudson huh? He can’t be very good if the team is still losing. And I already talked with Coach Tenaka. He’s ready to give someone else a go.” Sure, it wasn’t nice to come out of nowhere and steal someone’s place on the field, but Finn didn’t deserve to be called a Quarterback when he was playing as badly as he was. He should stick to basketball or something. 
Looking up when he’d finished his line, he watched Quinn begin to sing. She had such a subtle talent. A quiet voice that spoke to him in a way that Rachel’s loud and dominating one didn’t. He strummed in time and watched as she gained a little more confidence. As the chorus came around, Sam sang with Quinn. “Lucky I’m in love with my bestfriend, lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again.” Sam left the ‘oohs’ to Quinn and continued playing, watching the blonde’s confidence grow with each word she sang. She was good. Really good.
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Sam seemed to call Quinn's oncoming question, and answered it by showing off his completely impeccable abs. Was it weird how much she loved them? Probably, seeing as it was their first meeting. "Well good luck beating out Finn Hudson," she said, trying to get her head off of his torso. She'd dated Finn freshman year, and it hadn't ended perfectly. She broke up with him because he didn't seem ready for relationships. Sure, she'd had a summer fling with another boy, but other than that, no to the boys and the relationships. She hadn't even been attracted to any others until this Sam boy came along.
"Lucky," she nodded, smiling a bit. He did seem to know the song as he was playing it from memory. As if it wasn't unfair enough, he was not only perfectly gorgeous, but also a great singer. She took a deep breath to rid herself of the nerves. Just a boy, she thought, and just a song. "Boy I hear you, in my dreams. I feel your whisper across the sea. I keep you with me in my heart. You make it easier  when life gets hard."
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Sam rolled his eyes at her gloating. “Yeah, I’m gonna be Quarterback for the Titans. Maybe I can be the push the team needs to actually win something. And before you ask if I’m any good,” He pushed his guitar around so it rested against his back and lifted his shirt slightly. “You don’t get abs like these without being good.” He raised his eyebrows at her, challenging her to find something else to pick at. 
Sam laughed at himself, dropping his shirt back down. Why the hell had he done that? He was such a show off sometimes. He pulled his guitar back around. “Lucky huh? Sure.” He nodded slowly, placing his fingers on the right chords. Wait, wasn’t that some kind of love song? It didn’t matter. They were just singing it. He breathed quietly, fingers in place, before strumming lightly. His eyes remained on the fretboard as he sang the first words. “Do you hear me? I’m talking to you. Across the water, across the deep blue ocean. Under the open skies, oh my, oh baby I’m trying.”
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"Yeah, better. You know: best, stronger, and faster. It's pretty simple to grasp." Sam challenged Quinn's football team, the same team for which he was planning on doing tryouts. "Just because the team's having a bad season doesn't mean the cheerleaders are. In fact, the cheerleaders never have bad seasons. And aren't you planning on trying out for this bad team?"
Quinn could practically feel the flirty spark that set off when her eyes met his. He really was hot, his blond hair and his eyes particularly attractive. And even his lips, which were abnormally large, were something she found cute. Very cute. Maybe if she leaned forward--no, Quinn. Get a hold on yourself. "Um, do you know the song Lucky by Jason Mraz? It's my favorite."
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“Oh right.” He smiled as she gloated about her team. “Better huh? Well how come if you’re so good, your football team hasn’t won a game in years?” He challenged playfully. “Seems to me like if you were good, your team would win all their games.” Sam shrugged, knowing he’d probably receive a verbal lashing for it. “Do you still cheer if your team loses?” He added, just as a final jab. There had been no cheerleaders for the team at his old school because, well, who wanted to be cheered on by a bunch of dudes? Not him, that’s for sure.
Sam had issues at his old school. They used to tease him after he kinda dyed his hair to a lighter shade of blonde. His mom told him no one would notice if he put lemon juice in there, but they did, and sure enough they started questioning his sexuality. Not that Sam hated gay kids or whatever, because he didn’t. He just wasn’t one and didn’t want the suspicions about him to be something that defined him. He noticed a shift in her eyes as they met with his once more; a certain fire brewing in their sparkling depths. They seemed to hold a million secrets. “Sure.” He broke the gaze, glancing at a clock behind him before back to her again. “We’ve got another half an hour before we have to leave, so…” He shrugged lightly. “What do you wanna sing? I’ll join in, if it’s something I know.”
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captainquinnfabray-blog · 13 years ago
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Quinn nodded. "Captain Quinn, top of the pyramid. Have you ever been to a high school game and seen the cheerleaders? We do that, except better," she said, smiling. It sounded cocky, but it was true, that they were better than most of the other schools. Part of that had to do with the girls, part of it with the practices that made her late for this singing.
Quinn looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. He did have pretty eyes, which seemed weird to be thinking about a boy. But there was always something with blue eyes that got her, that made her want to flirt. He blushed then, and she figured it was at her question. "Well, I'm about to find out if I am. You could find out about yourself, if you want. I wouldn't be apposed to listening to you sing.
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Sam raised his eyebrows. “Wow. She sounds insane. Remind me to steer clear of her.” He gave a short chuckle. “Oh yeah, Captain Quinn.” He wondered if she liked cheerleading, or just did it because that’s what everyone expected of her. “Do you like being captain? What do you even do? We didn’t have cheerleaders at my old school, so I’m kinda new to the whole thing.”
He watched her expression change when he mentioned Rachel. An eye roll here and a bit of sarcasm there. Sam wasn’t the smartest dude around, but he knew the signs to look for when a girl didn’t like another girl and Quinn was showing all of them. “Yeah. She’s really good though, so I don’t mind. Her voice is just…” He sighed, letting the sentence drop. As her eyes met him, he felt glued to the spot. He’d never met someone with such captivating eyes. It was like the whole world disappeared for that moment, and that they were connected, despite being at least two feet apart. He felt a slight pink tinge hit his cheeks, and he broke the gaze looking down at his guitar shyly. Sam hoped his hair would hang over his face so she couldn’t see. “I don’t know…” He toed the linoleum floor. “I’ve never really been asked that before.”
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Quinn laughed. "Oh yeah, Coach Sue is quite the sympathizer for pain. You know, she picks someone at random every week and throws them off the team? I'm lucky I'm the captain." She was standing in front of him now, her arms folded across her chest.
Upon the mentioning of Rachel Berry, Quinn rolled her eyes a bit. She found that girl more annoying than her cheer coach and that girl on her team who couldn't get her back spring straight. And with justified reason, Berry was always being annoying and talking about Barbra Streisand. "Long notes, huh? I'm sure you'll have a time. Thar is, if you're any Hood." She paused, flicking her hazel eyes up to meet his blue. "Are you?"
Quinn noted that his smile, while his lips were a bit large, fit his face perfectly, taking his cute-factor up a notch. And he could play guitar. Hot damn, she was glad she was single. Maybe he was too. Quinn straightened out her ponytail, a nervous habit. “Cheer practice,...
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Quinn noted that his smile, while his lips were a bit large, fit his face perfectly, taking his cute-factor up a notch. And he could play guitar. Hot damn, she was glad she was single. Maybe he was too. Quinn straightened out her ponytail, a nervous habit. "Cheer practice, the coach likes to make us feel like crap before she lets us go."
She bit her lip, walking forward into the choir room. She'd never been in the Glee room before being that the place was like hell to popular kids, and thus it was avoided like it. The boy, Sam, was absentmindedly plucking at his guitar while he looked at her. She had her mind running back and forth, telling her not to sing in front of this boy. This confused her, she was never nervous around anyone, that's part of what made her a good performer. "So, you're in Glee. What kind of songs do you have to sing?"
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Sam couldn’t help but smile back at Quinn. She had one of those smiles that just lit up her face. He glanced at the clock, “You’re 8 minutes late, so yeah, I was going. But I guess now that you’re here, I’ll probably stick around.” He turned his back to her, grabbing his guitar again and placing it’s strap over his shoulder before leaning back against the grand piano. “Why were you late, if you don’t mind me asking?”
For some reason, he was suspicious of her. Maybe it was her popularity or her power in the school or maybe it was just the fact that she was beautiful. He was confused, to say the least, as to why she even turned up. He rested a hand on his guitar, frowning a little as he thought.
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Quinn had been running a bit late after practice, which was completely unfair. Coach Sue, though she seemed to like Quinn better than the others, was still way too harsh on the blonde. She had trouble keeping up with some of the other girls on the team whether she was in shape or not. By the time she'd gotten away from practice, she was already three minutes late. Her father had always told her that being late was rude, and Quinn was anything but rude when she met someone.
Quinn slid into the doorway after she jogged down the near empty halls. The boy she assumed was Sam had been putting a guitar into a case and mumbling to himself. "That's me," Quinn said, smiling. Dear God, he was cute. Actually, he wasn't only cute, he was hot. She was singing about to sing to a hot boy. A light blush covered her cheekbones. "What are you giving up, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Sam had never even heard of Quinn Fabray before meeting her on the internet. He wasn’t aware she existed, and he wasn’t so sure he was glad she did. She seemed like a cliched cheerleader, something Sam wasn’t so fond of. She seemed obsessed with appearance popularity, but where was the fun in life if you were busy thinking about what others will think of you for doing things you enjoy? Not to say that Sam didn’t want to be popular, because he did. He just wasn’t going to jeopardise the things he liked for it. One of those things he liked being Rachel Berry. He may have lied to Quinn. Yeah, he liked singing but the real reason he joined glee club was to get close with Rachel. She was beautiful and talented and everything that he thought was good in a girl. But, she’d failed to say more than “you’re off key,” to Sam and he wasn’t sure how to progress from there.
Regardless of his feelings for Rachel, or the lies he’d told, he’d convinced Quinn to come sing with him. He was surprised she’d said yes considering he was a new kid nobody, but he was glad to make new friends that were girls. Coming from an all boys school really sucked. There were so many girls at McKinley that he couldn’t stop himself from looking at each and every one. They were all beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to get his first real girlfriend. Sam sat on one of the horrible plastic chairs in the choir room, trapped inside his own thoughts. His guitar lay across his legs, his fingers plucking the strings mindlessly as he mulled over ways to impress Rachel. There were only two other boys in Glee club, and he was pretty sure he was miles ahead of them in the potential boyfriends ladder. No offence.
He glanced up at the clock. Quinn was already five minutes late, and Sam was beginning to wonder if maybe she’d said yes as some kind of cruel joke or initiation into school. If that’s what it was, it sucked. He stopped playing, tapping his hands on the guitar as he sighed heavily. After a few more moments, he stood up, “I give up,” He muttered to himself, walking to the piano stool where his guitar case lay open. He’d just put the polished brown acoustic away in the leather case when he heard a door open behind him. Spinning on his heel, he turned to see a blonde in a cheerleading outfit in the doorway. “Hey,” he said, giving an awkward small wave. “Are you Quinn?”
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