I'm Still Standing

The next morning, Quinn awoke to staring at the ceiling again. The night before she had remembered her heated moment on the couch with Santana, her body humming with want. By the time she got settled in bed, she had tried again, but she failed yet again. Needless to say she didn’t have the greatest of nights, especially when she could hear Santana. She was jealous then. Her alarm went off seconds later, signaling to her that she had another busy Sunday at work.

Sighing, she accepted Santana’s help that morning, but she didn’t discuss work with her again nor did she discuss anything else. She avoided it and simply thanked Santana before she headed to work. Quinn groaned instantly at the sight of the four boys who incessantly bothered her. She hated the fact that they didn’t get the hint. The blonde went about her duties, trying to put up the books when the same asshole from before approached her. “Hey… Fabray right?” He asked which only made Quinn ignore him. “Why haven’t you gone out with anyone? You scared of liking a date or does everything not working down there enough? How about I take you on a date and show you a night where I can get those legs back?”

Quinn blanched at him, shoving the book into the shelf. “Leave me alone. I’ve asked you so many times. You honestly don’t get the hint what so ever,” she stated quickly, trying to roll away only to be stopped by another boy.