I think my schoolwork is the last thing on my mind. Which is horrible seeing as report cards are coming up soon... I get started on writing again and now it's really difficult to stop!

A few days have passed and Quinn found herself looking forward to attend McKinley every morning when she wakes up. She leapt down the last three steps of the staircase and greeted Kyler who was reading the Lima Times with a scowl on his face.

"What's up Ky?" Quinn asked, pouring a glass of orange juice for herself.

"Did Rachel say what her fathers' names are?" He asked before sipping his coffee.

"No, not really. Why?"

"This." Kyler sighed, chucking the front page to Quinn. She grabbed it and began to scan the article for the main points, a skill that Kyler forced her to pick up on. It turned out that she didn't have to look far. All she needed was the main title: Berry Bar Goes All-Ages.

"What does that mean?" Quinn cocked a brow. "All-ages? Does that mean even toddlers get to go to the bar or something?"

"Pretty much," Kyler said. "But do you see what's going on? The Berrys' are expanding by trying to add their influence to teenagers who don't know what they're getting into!"

"I think you're overthinking things." Quinn said. "Wait, where's Kim?"

"Went for a run." Kyler replied. "And overthinking won't hurt anybody. You know what? We'll talk about this later. See if Rachel says anything about it and if she doesn't, bring it up as casually as possible, okay? Okay. Let's go, we have a brunette to pick up."

Quinn and Rachel walked into McKinley and were immediately met by Finn. The tall boy looped his arms around the tiny brunette and placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Rachel giggled and returned the kiss soundly. Quinn saw Mike and pretended to stick her finger inside her throat and made quiet gagging noises. The Asian boy guffawed and approached the trio.

"Hey guys, do you have some mind bleach?" Mike asked, throwing a casual arm around Quinn who jabbed his side with her pen. "Cuz, you know… Don't do that if you don't have any to give to Quinn."

Rachel pulled away and blushed. "Sorry about that."

"No big deal," Quinn shrugged. "But please, never again."

Mike and Quinn walked to their first class, which was Functions. As the class began, Quinn managed to drown out the teacher's voice and simply finished the schoolwork that was assigned to them for that day. Mike peered over to her worksheet and smirked.

"Super Quinn, the super nerd." Mike chuckled, resuming his attention to his worksheet. The assassin rolled her eyes and smacked the boy's shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm building a castle with my Legos." Quinn muttered absently before seizing up in horror. "I-I mean…!"

"No, Quinn that's cool!" Mike said in hushed tones, a manic glint in his eye. "I have the ninja-themed Lego set. Do you think we can make our own village? That would be pretty freakin' awesome!"

"I guess," Quinn shrugged. "But I do my designs with Minecraft first—"

"Cool!" He beamed. "Tell you what, meet me online later and we'll play multi. Artie and I have our own server. You can help with the design because our base is pretty shitty. How about it?"

"Hell to the yes!" Quinn smacked Mike's proffered hand and happily handed in her worksheet.

The blonde assassin was walking down the hallway, ready to eat lunch but a loud commotion erupted from the unpopulated hall. Quinn snapped and gripped her pen, ready to push it against a jugular vein. It could be The Stigma's nemesis group. She shook her head to clear her head but tightened her grip against her sling bag and the only weapon in her grasp.

"—understand, Dave!" That was Rachel. Her voice was so easy to distinguish. "Father wants us there tonight with him for the opening!"

"But Rachel, it's too dangerous!" That was Dave Karofsky, one of the many egotistical jocks of the McKinley Titans. Quinn leaned against the wall and peered from the corner to see that Karofsky was standing close to Rachel.

"I know, but we don't have a lot to risk." Rachel said so quietly that Quinn had to strain her hearing. "Dave, this is important for my fathers… For us. You know what's riding on the line, don't you?" She patted the jock's face tenderly and he shuffled to step towards Rachel. Too close, Quinn snarled to herself as she prepared to save the diva.

But one move from Dave stopped all form of movement from Quinn.

He hugged her.

"Fine. I'll be there but the first sign of guns and trouble; I'm throwing you over my shoulder and boltin' outta there."

"Oh Dave," Rachel sighed and patted the beefy jock on the back. "You have a deal."

By the time Quinn made it to the cafeteria, her thumb was raw from gnawing it too much. What she just saw was a giant contradiction to the high school social hierarchy that seemed so sacred to McKinley High. She landed ungraciously on the seat beside Mike who was talking to Mercedes about some TV show that Quinn can't bear to listen to at the moment.

"Where have you been, yo?" Artie asked, wheeling his chair over to Quinn. "Kurt and I need a third opinion on our number for Glee. We're thinking of doing—"

"Has anyone seen Rachel?" She asked the table. They all paused their conversations to shake their head.

"Worried for your princess already?" Kurt smirked, dunking his cookies in his milk before eating it in one bite. "I saw her during Biology I. She said she had to lag behind because she had to ask for extra-credit."

"Oh…" Quinn mumbled and took out her lunch in silence. She glanced at Mike who cocked a brow towards her. She flicked her lips twice. The sign of 'we'll talk about it later'.

"Hello, fellow Glee clubbers!" Rachel hopped towards their lunch table. Quinn squirmed to the left to make room for the girl who smiled her thanks.

"Hey Rachel, guess what? Quinn was worried about you she almost cried when you weren't-mmph!" Kurt grunted when Quinn reached over the table to smack a hand over the boy's mouth.

"Shut it, glitter glam." The blonde said with a smirk. "Rachel doesn't need to know that!"

"Quinn! Are you busy tonight?" Rachel bounced in front of the assassin with a wide grin on her face. "You see, my fathers own a chain of clubs in various states and it is the first time that they are opening an all-ages club where teenagers such as you and me can go and have fun. I am also aware that it is a school night but maybe, just maybe, you will be allowed to be out until ten? What do you say? Would you like to go to opening night?"

The blonde smiled and closed her locker door. "I'd love to go with you, Rachel. I'll have to ask Kyler and Kim first though.

"Oh of course! I won't be taking you out if your parents don't approve, of course." Rachel said, falling into step with the taller girl. "I'll pick you up at seven then?"

"Alright." Quinn nodded as they parted ways for their separate classes. She found Mike by his locker, rearranging his textbooks from tallest to shortest. "Well, someone has OCD."

"Quinn!" Mike yelped, slamming his locker shut. "I don't—"

"Yeah, okay Detective Monk," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I promise I won't shake your hand. But anyways, do you think we can do our mining party a different night? I got a lead from the subject and I think this is a make-or-break kind of deal."

"Sure," Mike nodded. "But you gotta tell me about what happened during lunch."

"Of course. Can you come over tonight? I don't want to repeat myself three times for Kyler, Kim and you."

"Totally."

"Wait, wait… So you're telling us… You saw Dave Karofsky, biggest dee-bag of the entire universe hugging Rachel Berry, the biggest diva and loser of the school? Are you sure you're okay, Quinn?" Mike gawked at the blonde who was standing in front of her foster parents and the ninja. "That's like… Major social hierarchy no-no."

"I am not breaking your 'nads, my friend." Quinn said solemnly. "Rachel wasn't even shocked! They're like… Friends or something."

"Yeah, but Karofsky's one of those dudes who practically worships the laws of the social ladder." Mike ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "It's just odd. And I'm in the football team with him. He doesn't do hugs."

"Not when it comes to you guys," Quinn scoffed. "Dude's a major homophobe. He seems different with Rachel. He's sincere or something like that. I think he's somehow linked with the crime ring that the Papa Berrys are working on."

"Are you trying to tell us that this Dave character is in cohorts with Rachel?" Kim asked, pursing her lips in thought. "That seems a bit… Loopy. We have to find out the history between them." The Wards (and Fabray!) looked at Mike with an expecting look.

"All I know is that since high school started, Karofsky was one of the dudes that dumped ice and corn syrup on Rachel and the other Gleeks on a daily basis." Mike rubbed the underside of his chin and his brows furrowed. "But I remember one day during sophomore year… Karofsky stopped his direct fire to Rachel. I guess that's when it started?"

"That's not enough." Kyler sighed. "We need something more… definite."

"That reminds me… I got invited to the Berrys' new club."

"What?" Kyler yelped, jumping to his feet. "Why didn't you say so in the first place? Did Rachel say something suspicious? Anything at all? Are you going tonight? Wait, it's a school night!"

"Calm down," the blonde assassin sighed, tugging at her foster father's shirt. "It was just a casual invitation as far as I'm concerned. I don't really think Rachel invited me to go just so I could join whatever crime her parents are cooking up. And I know it's a school night. Does that really matter to you? You know I can go for thirty hours without sleep. Being tired isn't a big deal."

"Ah," Kyler groaned, burrowing his face against Kim's neck. "Look, I trust you to know what you're doing. Kim and I are going to be along the perimeter just in case something happens and by something," he shot a warning glare at Quinn who bit her lip to prevent a smile. "I mean if you decide to get drunk."

"Party animal Quinn? I bet that's a sight to see." Mike commented in amusement.

"Oh trust me. It is."

Rachel appeared at the Ward-Fabray doorstep at precisely 6:58, wearing a simple button-down shirt and jeans. She was absolutely thrumming with energy that Quinn took a step back from the diva.

"Whoa, Berry. You should really wear jeans more often." Quinn said with a smile, eyeing the swells that were hugged incredibly tight by the dark blue fabric. Rachel was about to say something when the sounds of gunfire exploded from inside the Ward-Fabray household.

"NO MIKE! PICK UP THE G11 DAMN IT!"

"PS3 CONTROLS ARE STUPID! Why can't we play PC LAN instead!"

"What's going on?" Rachel asked with a confused look on her face. Quinn simply tugged her into the threshold and pointed towards Kyler and Mike, sitting on the floor each with a PlayStation 3 controller in hand. They were staring at the screen with an intense glare in their eyes.

"Dad and Mike are playing COD." Quinn laughed. "Come on, mom wants to talk."

She dragged her towards the kitchen where Kim was making steamed dumplings for dinner. "Oh, Rachel you're here. I just want to talk to you girls about proper etiquette and safety."

"If I may Kim, the Green Toe is a safe place. There are security guards in every corner and there are no blind spots when it comes to the placement of security cameras—"

"The Green Toe? Really?" Kim laughed and rolled her eyes. "Creative name, I'll give you that. But that's not all. I have no doubts about your security but I highly doubt that your security guards will be looking for trouble every second. And the cameras are only good for use when the deed is done." Kim glanced at Quinn and twitched her eyebrow. A sign that asked her to play along.

"What do you say we should do?" Quinn asked taking an orange from the fruit bowl, peeling it with deft fingers and eating a slice while offering half of it to Rachel who took with a smile.

"Never, ever take a drink from someone who doesn't wear the uniform. Never leave your drink attended. Oh, and stick together at all times. I know it's an all-ages club and just for that, be extra careful. All-ages mean that fifty year old drunkards looking for teenage bodies to grope will be allowed inside too." Kim finished. "Is that clear?"

"Crystal, mother dearest." Quinn grinned, pecking the older woman on the cheek. "Wanna go now?"

"Sure, just let me tell your dad."

Rachel was about to head towards the living room and Kyler and Mike walked in with smirks on their faces. The older man gathered Rachel in her arms and hugged her tightly, lifting her a few feet off the ground with a laugh.

"We just defeated the hardest multiplayer map!" He announced, offering up his hand for a high five that Rachel barely reached. "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I was just about to tell you." Rachel huffed as she was set down. "Please refrain from lifting me so high up in the air again."

"Aww," Kyler pouted and pushed the hair out of his face. "But you love it when I do that!"

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Quinn. "Shall we?"

"Yes, please."

"Eager to get away from your familial unit, eh Quinn?" Mike grinned. "If you don't mind, I'll just hang around and maybe pawn your dad in Tekken VI. I play a mean Zafina you know."

"Please, I bet you play for the view." Quinn said with a smirk. "I'll see you later." She said, kissing Kyler and Kim on their cheeks.

"Have fun!" Kyler said sternly. "Don't get too drunk or you'll be grounded for a month." Quinn laughed and looked up at her father and saw a look in his eyes. Have fun, but don't forget what you came for. She gave a tiny nod before taking Rachel by the hand and dragging her out of the house and into Rachel's car.

"Ready to party 'till ten?" Rachel asked after clipping her seatbelt around her body. Quinn grinned, clipped on her seatbelt and responded by pumping the radio to full blast. Somehow, there was an erring sense of danger and fear welling deep inside Quinn's marrows. She immediately shook of the sensations and pinched herself until her nails turned white.

"Let's do this!" She yelled as Rachel zoomed out of the driveway and onto the setting sun.

So, who else is sort of depressed that there won't be Glee for at least two weeks? Ugh, I cry at this fact, so now I'm drowning myself in fanfics and tumblr. Anywaaaays, please leave a review or suggestions to pump me with inspiration!