AN: Yay, chapter eight! I personally love Mash-up. It's one of my favorite episodes.

In case anyone's confused, this will NOT be a Fuinn chapter (the alternate universe's version of Puckleberry). Since Quinn is from the canon world, I don't think she would date Finn- she'd feel too guilty about what happened with canon Finn. So! She has a new boyfriend. Here's the part you've been waiting for, ForeverAndAlways! Quinn's boyfriend is revealed!


Quinn heard the shrieks before she saw the attacks. Screams of pure terror like that only meant one thing in the halls of William McKinely High School.

The Slushie War had begun.

The blonde braced herself. In this world, she was a loser. She didn't have the safety of her Cheerios uniform to rely on anymore. She just had to accept it.

"My weave!" It was Mercedes' voice, no doubt about it. Quinn searched for her friend. She was cowering behind the braver Tina and Artie, as Dave Karofsky passed them. The blonde's eyes found the thing she feared the most: A Big Gulp cup in a jock's hand. Sure Karofsky was targeting her, Quinn squeezed her eyes shut and prepared for the worst. But footsteps echoed past her and she wasn't hit. Confused and curious, she turned around to see who was the unfortunate victim. She gasped when she found out.

"What the hell, Karofsky!" Noah cried as he tried to simulatiously wiped the purple-colored ice from his eyes and push the smirking hockey-head.

"Hahaha, I've wanted to do that ever since fifth grade when you made fun of me for getting pubes." the other boy said as means of explaination. "But now? Now that you've joined Lullaby Lee's and impregnated the Chasity Ball princess and dropped below us hocky players on the social ladder, heh, it's open season buddy."

Rachel, who was walking with Noah, scoffed indigantly before shoving the jock herself. "You know what, screw you Karofsky! You and your puck-heads are nothing!"

"You wish, Berry. Welcome to the new world order, sweetheart." And then he walked away, leaving Noah and Rachel dripping in slushie and public humiliation.

"Our reputation as the school's power couple is in serious jepordy, Noah. We need to find out how to be cool again, like, yesterday." Rachel told her boyfriend she wiped the corn syrup from his tan face and chocolate eyes. Quinn watched the pair sadly, remembering exactly how she felt when she was in Rachel's shoes. Being on the bottom of the food chain once you've been seen the top is awful.

"The Slushie War has commenced." Artie remarked bitterly.

"And if Noah and Rachel got hit, nobody's safe." Tina added.

"Hey guys! I have you're new assignment!" Sue arrived, enthusiastically waving papers over her head. "This is my, hehe, my personal favorite song. And your assignment is to find a fun song to turn it into a mash-up with."

"Bust A Move?" Kurt asked, as he stared at the paper.

Sue ignored the paraplegic's question and instucted him to take the bass. Shaking his head, he did so. "Uh...Noah! Take us through it." Sue said.

"I-in a second, Ms. S, I've kinda got corn syrup in my eye." Noah responded.

Sue gave her lead male a weird look, before turning to her backup lead. "Finn?"

"Sorry, I don't really groove on Young MC." the taller boy spoke.

"I'll do it, Ms. Sylvester!" Matt piped up.

"Alright, one man ready to step up to a challenge!" Sue applauded.

And Matt sang and led the dancing for this number. Hanging in the back, Quinn noticed everyone. And she happened to see Mike Chang hanging back as well. She was concerned. In her world, Mike was right up with Matt, dancing along during this song. In fact, there wasn't a time when Mike didn't want to dance. Before she could approach the lanky Asian, Rachel had made her way over and stared dancing in front of him. Smiling sheepishly, Mike attempted to follow along to the Jewish girl's moves, but was having some difficulty. To say Quinn wasn't intrigued by Mike's inability to dance was an understatement. But what interested her more was the conversation she overheard afterwards.

"Thanks Rach. I really wish I was a better dancer."

"Oh, Mike, you do fine. You just need a little practice. How about after school? I have an hour to kill before Noah and I got to the mall."

"T-That'd be amazing, Rachel!"

Hmm. Mike and Rachel. Intersting pairing. Quinn noted metally as she walked out of the room.

"Q!" Kurt called. Quinn paused as she waited for her friend to roll up to her. "Wanna work on some mash-up ideas today?"

Quinn smiled. "I'd love to, Kurt."

While Rachel and Mike were practicing dance steps and Quinn and Kurt were coming up with mash-up ideas, Noah was at football practice. "Ok, so...Reverse Chair on three." he told the team.

"Uh, how 'bout no."

Noah looked up at the speaker, a beefy black guy named Azimio. "Hey, Azimio. I'm the quarterback, I make the play."

"Yeah, well, some of the guys were talking and we're starting to question your leadership skills."

"You're making bad decisions lately, man." James Henderson, a lineman, added. "Like, for example, choosing to join Homo Explosion."

"Hey! Do I need to remind you Glee Club helped us get our only win of the season?" Noah barked.

"So? What have you done for me lately?" Azimio questioned.

"We're taking all the heat cause you liked kissin' dudes now." James commented again.

"Can't believe you were man enough to knock up Rachel Berry. You sure a real man didn't do it instead?" Azimio's words were the last straw. And before he knew it, Coach Figgins was pulling him off of the darker teen, who was nursing his swollen eye.

"You guys need to pull ot together!" Figgins cried to his kneeling players. Glacing around, he asked, "Where's Chang?"

"He's doing some stuff for Glee, Coach." Noah answered.

"Working on his coming out of the closet speach?" James asked. Matt had to hold Noah back from punching the overly-talkative lineman in the face.

Figgins was talking again. "The reason we won that one game wasn't because we were DANCING. It was because we all had a common goal! So, we need to get that metality back. I'm adding an extra practice this week. Thursday at 3:30."

"But Coach, that's when Glee reherses." Matt spoke up.

"Well, then, I guess you, Puckerman, Hudson, and Chang have a decision to make, now don't you?" was the coach's retort.

The auditorium was empty and Quinn carried Kurt onto the stage easily. He was blushing a bright red when she returned from getting his wheelchair. "I should be the one picking you up, not the other way around." he muttered.

Quinn almost giggled. She never pictured Kurt Hummel having macho pride issues. "Kurt, you're perfect just the way you are." she said as she set her friend in his chair. He beamed.

"I feel really bad for Noah. I hate slushie facials." Quinn commented randomly. Well, not to her. It was what she was thinking about.

"Oh, please, can we go two seconds without hearing about the stupid quarterback?"

The hazel-eyed girl was shocked as that question fell from the boy's lips. "What?" was all she could think to say.

"I'm sick of him. Why can't you see the guy that's perfect for you is right under your nose?"

Quinn was still confused, but not for long. Sure, every girl in Glee and Cheerios knew Kurt was attractive. And now, without the overly fruity outfits and snarky remarks, she could focus on his manly attributes. His muscles were well-developed, his features inviting. She couldn't help but be curious. Should she go for it?

She was. He was. They were. Two pairs of lips touching in the most innocent, meaningful way possible. Kurt pulled back first, grinning hugely. "Q. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Her own world, her own friends, her own life forgotten, Quinn beamed back. "Of course."

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." Rachel was muttering under her breath as she flipped through magazine after magazine in the mall's bookstore, researching 'cool' things.

Noah looked over her shoulder for a moment. "Why is everyone wearing sunglasses?" he asked before returning to his gaming magazine.

"Because sunglasses are..." Rachel's eyes grew wide as she realized what she'd just said. "" Grabbing her boyfriend's hand, she dragged him toward the nearest sunglass-selling mall kiosk. "C'mon Noah. We need to try to regain our popularity. And you aren't going to do that by reading Call Of Duty cheat codes."

Walking through the halls, seeing everything through tinted lenses, Noah felt stronger. "I feel cooler." he said.

Rachel giggled. "I'm proud of you Noah. I'm proud of us."

"Yeah. I like being popular. It just means you want to be liked."


At that moment, Noah and Rachel were surroundered by cup-holding athletes. Only Rachel, it seemed, grasped the severity of the situation.

"Thirsty?" Azimio asked.

"Yeah, thanks man." Noah replied, smiling that dorky smile of his.

And then it happened. From every possible angle, the Jewish couple was hit with ice.

"You can't do that!" Noah cried.

"Ha! Just imagine what's gonna happen if you don't show up for practice on Thursday." The herd of jersey-wearing braindead Neanderthals left, leaving the former It couple to soak in their own grape-flavored misery.

"I've been working on something, Ms. S." Kurt told his instructor when Glee Club had began.

"Oh." the blonde woman raised an eyebrow in surprise but recovered quickly. "Well, then, by all means, Kurt. Please show us."

He grabbed his guitar and wheeled himself to the center of the room.

"You make me happy whether you know it or not.

We should be happy.

It's what I've said from the start.

I am so happy knowing you are the one that I want for the rest of my days.

For the rest of my days.

Yeah, all of my days."

Quinn beamed. Sure, he was no Noah/Puck. But Kurt was still incredibly sweet.

"You're looking so cool, you're looking so fly

I can't deny that when I'm staring you down right dead in the eye I wanna try to be the person you want, the person you need.

It's hard to concieve that somebody like you would be with someone like me.

I'm happy knowing that you are mine.

The grass is greener on the other side.

The more I think, the more I wish that we could lie here for hours and just reminisce.

Oooh, oooh.

You're looking so fresh, it's catchin my eye.

Why, oh why, did I not see this before?

The girl I adore was right in front of me.

And now I'll take a step back and look in your eye and ask why it took so long to see we're meant to be.

I'm happy knowing that you are mine.

The grass is greener on the other side.

The more I think, the more I wish that we could lie here for hours and just reminisce.

On the good, the bad, the ugly.

The smiles, the laughs, the funny, or all the things we put each other through.

It's for you, for you, for you.

I'm happy knowing that you are mine.

The grass is greener on the other side.

The more I think, the more I wish that we could lie here for hours and just reminisce.

Oooh, oooh."

It was the big day. Thursday. The whole club, minus the four football players, was watching the clock with baited breath. The minute hand moved to the six and nine pairs of eyes moved to the doorway. Nothing. It was a full 30 seconds until Mike and Matt walked in. A smiling Santana and Brittany went to greet their boyfriends. Then, no one. People were beginning to lose hope.


Finn sauntered in. Gasps were audible through out the room. He stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'll kill you all if you repeat this. But...I like being here." he looked down and mumbled the last bit, but the sentement was still there.

"So, where's Noah?" Artie asked. Rachel and Quinn looked down at the floor sadly. They knew he'd left.

It was a week later, deep into the slushie war. The original Glee Club members had taken to wearing raincoats in the hallways for optimal protection. Quinn, in her bright yellow raincoat, was having a conversation with Artie about how shows with stupid plots often have the hotter actors, when she saw an very pained looking Noah Puckerman approaching them with the dreaded Big Gulp in his hand.

Artie turned, a man facing the gallows. "Do it." he said.

"I really don't wanna. I mean, I know how careful you are with your face and your skin products and stuff."

"But you need to appease the gorrillas on the football team. I'm guessing they didn't take kindly to my choosing Glee over football?"

"Yeah, well, it might've went over better if you didn't announce it in the showers..."

"Oh, you are SO not about to slushie my buddy Artie." Tina growled. The protective Asian was flanked by Kurt and Mercedes, both equally upset.

"I don't wanna, but the team is gonna kick my ass if I don't, so..." Noah trailed off.

"Well, we can't have that." Artie stated, taking the cup from the tan boy's hands.

"What are yo-"

"It's called 'Taking one for the team.'" Artie cut off Noah. Handing his glasses to Tina, Artie took a deep breath before inflicting the purple, icy concoction on himself, earning gasps from all in the area. He calmly wiped the ice from his eyes before looked at Noah with a glare.

"There. Now, go and take some time to think about whether any of your footballfriends would've done that for you." Still shocked, Noah stumbled away. Kurt and the girls looked at their friend. "Someone get me to a day spa, stat!" he exclaimed. Saying a quick good-bye to an understanding Kurt, the girls pulled Artie into the girl's restroom to clean him up.

Rachel was attempting to stay under the radar. So far, the only time she'd been hit with a slushie facial was when she was with Noah. Alone? She was invisible. It wasn't great, but it was better then being coated purple ice.

"Rach! Take off those hideous sunglasses, I wanna look in your eyes when I tell you this." Coach Schuester barked. Rachel did as demanded and looked at her coach in anticipation.

"You're off the Cheerios. I can't have a pregnant girl on my squad. You're a disgrace to this school, the Cheerios, and me." and then he was gonna, as simply as if he had inquired about the time. In two sentences, the ruins of Rachel's already destroyed former life came tumbling down. She froze. She was numb. Nothing could hurt her, for she could feel nothing.

For now.

A few days and some serious thought later, Noah returned to Glee, baring slushies as an apology gift. Everyone was happy and chatting and drinking. Except Rachel. Her boyfriend asked if she was ok.

"Do I look ok?" was her answer. And suddenly, the atmosphere was changed to dark and serious in a matter of seconds. "Now that I'm off the Cheerios, I'm going to start every day with a slushie facial." she lamented.

"Well, Quinn, that's alright. Cause I know eleven people ready to help clean you off." Sue smiled, the comment being puncuated by cheers. Rachel's lips twiched upward for a moment, before she sulked once more.

"Ugh, brain freeze." Sue muttered, inciting more laughter. "I seriously can't imagine being hit in the face with one of these."

The students shared mischevious glances and growing smirks. "You've never been hit with a slushie, Ms. S?" Matt asked.

Sue turned to see her students advancing with smiles so huge they could only be fake. She sighed, realizing their intention. "Alright...we're a team..." The Spanish teacher spread her arms wide and turned her face away.

"One..." Quinn said.

"Two..." Kurt added.

"Three!" Noah cried.

And they stared as their instructor was hit with the contents of twelve Big Gulp cups. They held their breath and waited for a reaction. Sue spat some purple corn syrup out of her mouth. "Ok. From the top."

Everyone laughed, a family once again.

AN: I wrote this in the middle of the night, after writing an update for my Big Time Rush story, and running on only water, one popsicle, and Doritos. So I hope you enjoyed!

Anywho! Cherry and Quirt. What can I say, I love the crack. Crack PAIRINGS, that is. Hahaha.

I keep yawning. But I'm going to shamelessly plug my new story before I hit the sack. If anyone likes Big Time Rush, unique plots with sickeningly sweet/cliched parts, OCs, or me (Ha, silly Christina. Thinking you have fans.), you should check out my BTR story "Covering Up The Lies And The Love", about Logan using an old friend from Minnesota to cover up his relationship with Camille.

Alright, I'm going to sleep now. Waking up to reviews always make me REEEEEAAAAALLLY happy, so you know what to do!