joining Glee, getting bitchy

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WHO: Everyone in Glee!
WHAT: Glee rehearsal! (the fourth or fifth)
WHERE: Glee room.
WHEN: Friday...some time of day.
RATING: PG?

The hallways were quiet as Quinn hurriedly bustled toward the room in the music wing, her binder held tightly to her chest. It was moments before classes let out, and Quinn had been able to escape early from Cheerios

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[abrassband]

Rachel wasn't going to just let Quinn Fabray wander into Glee club without an explanation. She wasn't naive enough to think that Quinn was joining out of the goodness of her heart, or because of some innate need to express herself musically; Rachel figured this had to do with the fact that Finn had joined up, and more likely with the fact that Rachel had been singing with him. It wasn't as if the blonde had anything to worry about, since none of the girls in Glee were particularly drawn to Finn in any way other than as a friend and musical partner, but Rachel also knew that Quinn wasn't going to accept that. (Rachel almost, almost didn't blame her.)

"We can have this discussion civilly, Quinn, in private, or you can wait outside until Glee club has concluded rehearsals for the day. I am not one to have conversations across a room, and though I don't particularly care for your Ice Queen behaviors, I would like to clear the air before we begin rehearsals." Rachel wasn't going to be ridiculed in her own space. Glee was her thing, and Quinn had another thing coming if she thought her cheerleader status would make it any easier for her to waltz in as if she owned the place.

"I do not think anyone would deny the fact that your sudden appearance will put a damper on our rehearsals, and I personally would like for them to remain productive. It is difficult to have a productive rehearsal when mutiny is being plotted in silence."

Rachel gave her a pointed look. If she had to, she would find Coach Sylvester. The Coach was very vocal about her Cheerios being on top socially, and Glee club was certain social suicide.

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If Quinn could say anything remotely redeeming about Rachel, it was that she genuinely didn't seem to care how much power Quinn held over her. It wasn't like the girl wasn't aware that Quinn could make her life miserable - it was a bit of a hobby for her at this point, and could only get worse if she chose to actively pursue it. Quinn pursed her lips at the girl in consideration before finally sighing and heaving herself up. She might as well have gotten this out of the way.

She stood at the girl's side, shooting a wary look to those sitting along the risers before making an impatient face at Rachel, shrugging her shoulders and placing her hands on her hips as if to say, 'well, I'm here'.

[abrassband]

The truth was, Rachel couldn't let herself care about anything that Quinn and her lackies did. It hurt, to be singled out and teased and ridiculed, of course it did, but Rachel had long accepted that part of the road to stardom was that people weren't going to like you. She had told herself that the pain she was experiencing now was only going to help her learn how to deal with the nasty stories that the paparazzi would inevitably write about her when she became a big star on Broadway.

But Rachel wouldn't allow herself to be ridiculed or treated with disrespect here in Glee club. It was one thing to have disagreements with Kurt or Mercedes about who would receive the solos, because they were ostensibly working towards the same goal and therefore had the same hopes at heart. But Quinn Fabray was not one of them. She was a Cheerio, the head Cheerio as a matter of fact, and would never be an outsider. She couldn't be trusted the same way that Kurt or Mercedes could be trusted.

"I think I speak for my colleagues when I say that I'd like to know why you're here, Quinn. If this is simply about jealousy, you're welcome to observe our rehearsal to satisfy whatever lingering fears you may have about Finn's participation in Glee club, but if it's about something else, I and the rest of Glee club have a right to know. We do try to be welcoming, but I'm sure you understand our wariness to welcome you into our midst."

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Quinn's eyebrow shot up as the girl continued to speak, drilling her for her information regarding her arrival in Glee club. Quinn worked to come up with something in response, a legitimate reason other than anything regarding Finn, but she couldn't. She licked her lips before rolling her shoulders back, squaring them to emphasize that she was not going to allow Rachel Berry to push her.

"And I think that it's only fair when I say that I don't have to tell you, or anybody else," Quinn's gaze flickered to the risers and she raised her voice at that moment. "Why it is I'm here. I auditioned, I got accepted. I earned the right to be here, just like any of you. I didn't necessarily expect you all to be happy I was here, I get enough of that. I expected you to at least be happy for more talent."

[abrassband]

"Unfortunately, Quinn, that's where you're wrong. You make it a special effort to be cruel to each and every one of us - don't assume that we have simply forgotten that because you've chosen to join us." Rachel wasn't especially willing to believe that Quinn had auditioned for any reason other than a) to try and destroy them in one more way or b) to make sure her boyfriend wasn't cheating. Neither were good reasons, and neither made Rachel want to accept her into the folds.

"You reap what you sow, Quinn Fabray, and you sow a lot of terrible things. It'd be delusional to expect anything other than displeasure at your arrival."

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Quinn didn't care so much about acceptance from these people - they weren't relevant, and if Glee didn't work out, she would still retain her popularity. But she had intentions of staying for reasons she wouldn't admit (to even herself, sometimes), and she didn't want Rachel Berry, in signature Rachel Berry fashion, to try and mess this up.

"I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if they hate me. I don't care if you think that I spew fire. I really, really don't. But I want you to know that I have no intention of leaving unless Mr. Schuester forces me out - and given how badly you all seem to need some sort of help, I don't see that happening."

[abrassband]

Rachel simply raised a brow, resting a hand on the piano as she leaned against it. "I never said anything about hating you, Quinn." She probably should hate her, but Rachel made it a point not to hate anyone. Hatred involved a lot of effort and energy that she really didn't have to spare on someone in a negative fashion. Instead, Rachel simply disapproved of the way Quinn behaved. Turn the other cheek may have been a Christian tradition, but Rachel never retaliated.

"The rest of Glee club, of course, will have their own opinions, but I don't hate you. I certainly would wish for less antagonizing behaviors from you and your ilk, but that's water under the bridge, really." She gave a little shrug before collecting her sheet music.

"If you would like to enjoy your time here, which I assume you would because you don't particularly strike me as the masochistic type, you might want to start by apologizing. Not to me, of course, but to the others."

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Quinn furrowed her brow in misunderstanding, trying to figure out why Rachel would be so open to accepting Quinn as a person but not into her stupid club. She shook her head briefly, shaking off the confusion and trying to focus on the matter at hand.

Quinn watched as the girl composed herself and gathered her things, letting her hands fall from her hips. She pursed her lips, looking away and licking her bottom lip before focusing back on Rachel and sighing.

"Right," she said plainly, her hands rested against the side of her Cheerio skirt as she shrugged. "I'll see what I can do."