Ficlet: Prom Queen Rated G
Quinn loved how she always knew exactly when everything would happen.
She’d wake up, untangle herself from her baby pink cashmere blankets, and smile at the flawless reflection blinking back at her from her floor length mirror.
The pretty blonde would then dress in her cheerleading uniform and toss her glossy hair into a high pony. Finally, she would smear a touch of Clinique’s Treasure Trove lip gloss to her pouty lips.
She was positive it would be a good day.
After all, every day was amazing when you were Quinn Fabray.
Upon arriving at school, Quinn would get boatloads of compliments. Even though she was required to wear her Cheerios outfit daily, her admirers always found ways to tell her she looked awesome.
How could they not?
“Quinn! Are those shoes? They’re gorgeous!” cried Sammy, a dorky freshman.
“O-M-G, Quinn. Your hair is a total 10! Did you switch conditioners?” wondered Chessa, the chess club’s president.
Quinn saw her beauty as a good deed. What would these girls do without her? Who would they idolize?
“I should win an award or something,” thought Quinn, picturing herself being handed a shiny plaque by a smartly dressed man while a crowd of fans applauded.
Her fantasy was interrupted by her boyfriend, who was begging to know how the Spanish quiz was.
Quinn sighed happily. See? Right on schedule.
Finn always came to her locker right after Mr. Schuester’s boring class.
“It was alright. I took Santana’s advice and answered all the questions with a drawing of a sombrero. We get points just for attempting the questions!” Quinn spilled.
Her boyfriend played with the dial on her locker, contemplating his response. “Oh. Well, I thought you only got those points if you tried to answer with a word in Spanish.”
The queen bee shot Finn a frustrated glare. “Finn. I don’t speak Mexican!”
Just as she was about to expand on how Coach Sylvester assured her that they didn’t need to study for the class, she was interrupted by a crackly voice that boomed through the halls.
“Attention students. Please refrain from talking for a few moments while we report the nominations for prom king and queen,” the voice shouted.
WHAT? No! That was today? Impossible. Quinn was always aware of what was happening! Always! She couldn’t have forgotten…could she?
“For queen…Quinn Fabray,” they announced.
She squealed and hugged Finn. There. Everything was right again!
“Rachel Berry…”
Quinn let out a little giggle. She really needed to stop eating all of those Oreos before bed. It was making her hallucinate.
“And…Kurt Hummel.”
Yes. Okay…so…it’s decided. No more Oreos.
She turned to Finn, expecting him to be just shocked as she was. “Was that for real?” she demanded to know.
Finn didn’t respond. He had a glossy look in his eyes, like he was dreaming. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, heading in the direction of Rachel’s locker.
Quinn stomped her foot in distaste. That bitch! Ugh!
The prom queen nominee grabbed a few more books and slammed her locker shut, pretending that it was Rachel she was hurting instead of the just the metal door.
As she walked to her next class, Quinn had a revelation.
Rachel could have her fun. It wasn’t like she was going to win. Who wants a prom queen who wears ugly Gap skirt and last year’s shoes?
Apparently everyone did.
A fairly large crowd was gathered around the annoying Glee club member, all collecting something from her unpolished hands.
“Vote for me. Oh, you will? Thank you. Thanks!” Quinn heard her squeal as some of her classmates scurried off carrying pink cupcakes.
Cupcakes? Seriously?
Quinn marched up to her competitor and scowled. “What is this?” she asked, her vocal tone reflecting her anger.
“They’re cupcakes! Want one?” Rachel offered, handing over a big one covered with heart shaped sprinkles.
Quinn grinned and acted like she was accepting the treat. Just as the dessert was entering her grasp, she flipped it so that the frosting side landed on the center of Rachel’s The Limited blouse.
She leaned back, the cupcake dropping to the tile floor with a plop.
Rachel suddenly decided that she preferred cupcake smashing to slushie throwing.
Keeping her head held high, the pretty brunette continued to hand out her snacks, daring Quinn to stop her.
Quinn grabbed a cupcake off a tray that lay on a nearby table and took a tiny nibble. Ew. These weren’t even good.
Rachel could try and attract as many sweet toothed students as she wanted, but in the end she would never be prom queen.
Just as Quinn knew when things would happen, she also knew of the things that wouldn’t happen.
Rachel becoming queen was on the top of her list.
After her boring geometry class was over, Quinn set off into the halls, trying to excite her voters.
“Come one in all to get your compliment coupons!” she exclaimed, waving the flimsy pieces of paper in the air.
Almost instantly, twenty girls formed a circle around her, their eyes hopeful.
Quinn was positive that this was one of the best ideas she ever had. During that dull math class, she had printed off two hundred small slips to hand out. They each said “1 Free Compliment” with a close up of her perfect face below the text. All the losers had to do was hand over the pass and Quinn would tell them their hair looked cute or whatever.
The coupons were going like crazy! Quinn turned toward the table to pick up her second box. She instantly noticed that the top was bare.
She slowly raised her eyes away from the table and soon they locked with Rachel’s. She was cradling Quinn’s coupon stash.
Rachel held her gaze for a few moments before bolting down the hall. Quinn followed, her adorable Dior mary janes sliding.
Quinn arrived in the teacher’s lounge just a couple of seconds after Rachel. The lead singer was approaching the shredder.
She wouldn’t dare!
The cheerleading captain noticed the sign that hung above the shredder. “You must be trained by Ken Tanaka” it read.
Oh. Well. There wasn’t anything to worry about then. Rachel wasn’t trained.
AH! Quinn screamed as she watched her enemy turn her precious coupons into little pieces. She shoved Rachel out of the way, knocking a coffee maker and a basket of sugar to the floor in the process.
Rachel shoved her back, and within moments, a full blown catfight was taking place.
“You’ll-never-be-queen,” Quinn informed her, breathing hard.
Oooop!
A whistle’s loud squeal caused the girls to let go of each other and stop.
Sue was standing in front of them, half annoyed, half impressed.
“Enough! The whole faculty has witnessed your behavior. It’s quite entertaining,” she began.
“But also wrong,” Will finished, standing beside the Cheerios coach.
The Spanish teacher frowned, and run his hands through his curly hair. “We’ve decided that both of your names will be removed from the ballot. Meaning that…Kurt will win by default,” he explained.
The girls’ mouths dropped open. Kurt? For real?
A pile of papers went flying through the hall. Everyone turned to look out the door so they would see what was going on. Kurt was throwing assignments everywhere, a huge grin spread across his face.
“I’m queen! I’m queen!” he was shrieking.
Beating Rachel to her usual storm out, Quinn threw open the door and descended down the long hall.
Quinn Fabray hated how she never knew exactly what was going to happen.
Sammy, the nerdy chick that had complimented her shoes that morning, stopped to talk to her.
“Oh, Quinn. I’m so sorry about prom queen nominations! But you of course knew that Kurt would get it right?” she wondered.
“Of course,” Quinn responded confidently. “Don’t I always know?”