Part 6

If looks could kill, the look Quinn shot me as she entered the choir room would have put me at least 6 feet under. Actually, her gaze swept over myself, Sam, Puck and Santana so I guess we would all be dead. Finn shuffled up behind her and they took a seat in the back row.

"So, how was your day, Q?" Santana asked.

"Do not talk to me," Quinn snapped back.

"Just leave her alone, Santana," Finn asked, with a touch of desperation in his voice.

"I don't think that is possible," Santana smirked.

"Santana," I try and reason, "We have a lot of work to do to prepare for competition. Regardless of any personal issues we are still a team and as such, maybe, when we are in this room our issues should be left at the door."

"No," Quinn growled out. "I will NOT have YOU of all people trying to help me, Manhands. I am only here because without cheerleading, I need this extracurricular to have any hope of getting into the colleges I want. I just want to show up, suffer through then leave."

"God Quinn," Sam moaned, not even turning to look at her. "Just get over yourself! I think I can speak for everyone in this room when I say we are over the whole martyr routine. You made this mess now you have to live with it."

"I guess that tells me how you really felt about me," Quinn huffed.

"What part of ditch the martyr act did you miss?" Sam demanded, finally turning around to look at her. "I REALLY liked who I thought you were, who you tried to get people to THINK you are. I thought you were a pretty, nice and sweet girl. However, what you are is the exact opposite. You are spiteful, mean and manipulative. You used me. You used Puck. Hell, you're probably using Finn right now. It's called karma. That whole what comes around goes around thing."

Before anyone else could say anything Mr. Schuester walked into the room with Coach Beiste and Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell. He didn't seem to notice any tension or was just ignoring it with the hope that we could get through at least one practice without some kind of meltdown or storm out.

"Everybody ready to hear the winners?" he asked enthusiastically.

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I can't say it was a shock to find out that Sam and I had won the duet competition. What was a shock, however, was the fact that everyone, well, almost everyone, had wanted to go out and celebrate the win. I have to admit I was much more used to people belittling me at times like this then cheering me on. So for the second day in a row, I found myself out after school with a group of people who actually seemed to want to be out with me. I was sitting between Sam and Mercedes in a booth at Breadsticks laughing and having a really good time.

"So what are the plans for this weekend?" Puck asked as he slung his arm behind Lauren.

"My parents are going to be out of town," Mike volunteered. "We could have a movie marathon at my house."

"What kind of movies?" Lauren asked suspiciously.

"Well," Kurt interjected, "everyone could bring one then we would have a variety."

"But," Puck added after seeing the giddy look on Sam's face, "nothing over 2 hours."

"Unless 2 people combine their film choice," I bargained, smiling at Sam.

"You'd give up forcing us to watch some musical fiasco for Trouty Mouth?" smirked Puck.

"Well," I felt myself blushing, "I think Avatar is an amazing work of art and I assume that Kurt will pick out an appealing enough musical for us to enjoy."

"That I will," Kirk smiled. "Maybe Anchors Away or Meet Me In St Louis."

"You don't have to give up your choice for me," Sam leaned in and whispered in my ear. The feeling sent a shiver down my spine.

"I don't think I am giving up anything," I murmur in reply.

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