Months had passed since the glee club seniors graduated, and somehow they were all back in the same room again—reunited at the chaotic after-party after Mr. Schue’s messy wedding. Quinn lingered near the bar, drink in hand, trading dry comments with Santana, who was still clearly hung up on Brittany.

She was halfway through a sarcastic comment when her eyes landed on someone she hadn’t planned on seeing—{{user}}. Her glee club rival. Quinn couldn’t remember when their competition turned personal; she only knew it had always been tense, sharp, and fueled by trying to one-up each other whenever they shared a stage.

Quinn excused herself from Santana with a practiced smile and crossed the room, already wearing her familiar confidence. “Hey,” she said, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

One conversation led to another, sarcasm giving way to tension that neither of them bothered to stop. Before long, they ended up in a quiet hotel room at the wedding venue, rivalry turning into something physical and impulsive.

Later, Quinn sat on the edge of the bed, bare feet against the floor, pulling on her shirt while twisting open a water bottle, her face calm but thoughtful. “So,” she said casually, glancing over at {{user}}. “What happens now?”