Fic: I'm Still Waiting For the Rain to Fall - 8/? (R/Q, PG)
Title: I’m Still Waiting For the Rain to Fall (8/?)
Author: an_an0maly
Summary: ...pour real life down on me...
Pairing: Eventual Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG to NC-17
Word Count: 2,363 / 40,000+
Spoilers: I would like to say that spoilers would probably be from the Pilot to Sectionals. After that, there might be a few smattering of references to events in the Back 9, but other than that, mainly just references to the first 13 episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters unfortunately. Title belongs to Evanescence's 'Good Enough'.
Music: One Week by Barenaked Ladies Betas: grdnofevrythng for final touches in grammar, tenses, spelling etc. and gleek23 for spending her working hours online fleshing out fic ideas when she really should be working. Betas really don't get enough credit sometimes. Thanks for the continued encouragement and for lighting fires under my ass. :D
Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry for the lateness of this part. I got sick for about a week which really screwed me over work-wise and weekend-wise. And this past weekend I was being social while motylik came to visit! :D But I'm here now, with a new part.
I'll be getting to all your feedback from the last two parts, I promise. Thank you to everyone who has left feedback. I really really appreciate you coming back each week (or two, sorry). Thank you!
Previous Parts: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII |
Part Eight:
~*~*~
Quinn groaned as ‘One Week’ by Barenaked Ladies began to play through her speakers. She quickly reached for the iPod and hit the forward button on the dial. The song was a little too good a reminder of her argument with Rachel, as it had been almost a week since she’d confronted the brunette in her bedroom. Monday morning had seen Rachel approaching her with a plate of her famous ‘I’m Sorry’ cookies. They looked and tasted delicious and Quinn had accepted her apology, even offering one of her own.
Quinn shuffled slightly as she balanced the plate of cookies in her right hand. “I should apologize as well,” she began looking down at Rachel.
Rachel suddenly smiled and straightened her shoulders, anticipating Quinn’s regret of their argument.
“I shouldn’t have approached you like that in your room. It was very passive aggressive of me,” Quinn said as she looked from the plate of cookies to Rachel’s encouraging gaze. “I still think what I said was true, but I shouldn’t have said it like that. I’m sorry.”
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. “That’s your apology? It needs work,” she said as she grabbed three of the cookies off the plate, turned around and stormed off down the hall.
She understood why Rachel might not have appreciated her attempt at an apology, but she wasn’t going to apologize for her first apology just because the brunette hadn’t liked what she’d said.
Since their failed attempt at mutually apologizing - Rachel stole some of the cookies, Quinn had made every effort to stay out of Rachel’s way. It turned out to be an easier task than she first thought, considering they crossed paths so frequently during each school day. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Rachel, because she did. Sort of. Maybe. It was just that she’d tried to reach out to Rachel and the brunette had refused her assistance and honestly, she had her own parental issues to deal with. If Rachel didn’t think she needed help, then Quinn sure wasn’t going to continue barking up the wrong tree.
~*~*~
Puck strolled into the music room and dropped himself into the seat next to Quinn. The blonde raised an eyebrow at his entrance. “What’s wrong?” She asked with mild concern.
Puck crossed his arms and pouted as he sank lower into the chair. “Mrs. Schuester will only give me Wednesday and Thursday off during Spring Break next week,” he answered as he turned his scowl toward Mr. Schuester who was shuffling some sheet music and talking to Brad at the piano.
Quinn sat up straight and turned all her attention to Puck. “You’re still coming though, right?” She asked seriously.
Puck straightened up. “Of course!” He replied in indignation as he glared at Quinn. “I get off work at five and I’ll drive straight down.”
Quinn bit her bottom lip as she nodded her head slightly. Next week was Ellie’s first birthday and it landed right smack bang in the middle of spring break. Quinn and Puck had been planning to drive down together on the Monday and head back on Thursday afternoon so they could spend some time with Ellie on her birthday, but now Mrs. Schuester had foiled their plans.
Sarah and Alex, Ellie’s parents, encouraged Quinn and Puck to visit and always offered up their secondary suite atop their garage as accommodation to the pair. Quinn knew the open adoption they’d entered was not considered ‘normal’ compared to other open adoptions. The Johnsons had been adamant that Quinn and Puck, if they were to decide, should be a part of Ellie’s life. The only stipulation had been that if they decided to be involved in Ellie’s life, then they needed to actually be involved in Ellie’s life. Sarah and Alex had been quite firm on the fact that they needed to be committed to visits and contribute to the life they were providing for Ellie.
Ellie’s birthday would be their sixth visit since her birth. They made an effort to drive down at least once every two months. Their first visit had been awkward and Ellie had almost been two months old at the time. Puck had spent most of the weekend shuffling from foot to foot in the corner as Quinn curled in upon herself as she watched Sarah take care of her little girl.
Just as they had been leaving on the Sunday afternoon, Alex had pulled Puck aside for a ‘little chat’. Quinn didn’t know what he’d said to him but a week after they returned to Lima, Puck had given up his ‘pool-cleaning’ business, found himself a job at Sheets ‘n Things, started attending Math and had almost stopped terrorising students in the hallways. He was still the same Puck who continually tried to bed as many girls as possible and never passed up an opportunity to direct disgusting and crude remarks to the female student body, but Quinn had seen the small, significant, changes. They both still attended the Friday or Saturday night parties, and Puck even threw a few himself, but Quinn had noticed the way Puck limited his alcohol consumption and always seemed to have an eye on her and other girls from glee.
He wasn’t perfect, but Quinn didn’t need him to be. And neither did Ellie.
“I’m sorry I can’t go with you on the Monday,” Puck suddenly said as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. He lowered his head before running his right hand over his neatly kept mohawk.
Quinn placed a hand on Puck’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It’s ok. The drive’s not so bad. I’m sorry you can’t get Monday and Tuesday off,” she said her hand moving to rub Puck’s back slightly. Quinn sighed and looked over Puck hunched shoulders toward the other side of the music room where she spotted Rachel Berry watching them intently. Quinn glared at her causing the brunette to hurriedly look away.
“Alright guys, as it’s the last glee rehearsal before spring break, I thought we could have a bit of a jam session instead,” Mr. Schuester announced interrupting Puck and Quinn’s conversation.
Rachel’s hand instantly went up. Before Mr. Schuester could even call on her, she began objecting. “I vehemently protest this decision. We are only weeks away from Regionals. Now isn’t the time to begin slacking off. We have a whole week break starting tomorrow afternoon and I already know some of us will be using that week to partake in illegal acts of underage drinking and debauchery,” she said as she eyed the left side of the music room where more than half the glee club sat.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Rachel’s speech. She opened her mouth to deliver a scathing reply but someone else beat her to it.
“Just because you don’t have any friends,” Santana replied leaving the sentence hanging.
Rachel just straightened her back and held her head high. “I have friends,” Rachel replied adamantly.
Santana snorted before she leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. “Your stuffed animals don’t count.”
Rachel began to defend herself when Mr. Schuester suddenly stepped forward. “Alright, that’s enough! Rachel... I realize how dedicated you are to glee, but you need to take a small break too.”
“But Regionals are - ”
“Rachel! That’s enough,” he replied cutting her off in a stern voice.
Quinn watched as Rachel’s shoulders slumped. The brunette crossed her arms and turned her head away to stare at the side wall. Quinn saw Rachel’s right knee begin bouncing furiously, but the brunette still refused to turn to face the club.
Quinn couldn’t believe how insufferable Rachel could be. And suddenly it was almost like a flip had been switched and everything Rachel had implied about Ellie being a mistake came flooding back, followed by an intense need to lash out at the girl. “You could always leave. No one is forcing you to stay,” she said, her glare piercing Rachel.
Rachel swivelled sharply in her seat. With her arms still firmly crossed she leaned forward and met Quinn’s glare with one of her own. “Someone needs to stay here to make sure you don’t get off track.”
“And you assume you’re the person for the job?” Quinn instantly questioned.
Mercedes shot Kurt a sideways glance of confusion while Mike’s eyes shifted aimlessly around the choir room trying to mind his own business. Finn’s brow furrowed as he watched Quinn and Rachel verbally spar like they hadn’t done in years.
“I don’t see you jumping in to take responsibility,” Rachel retorted as she suddenly stood up.
Quinn saw red. Before anyone could even understand what was happening, Quinn was up and out of her seat climbing over Puck’s legs and lunging for Rachel. A squeak was heard from the short brunette as Finn leapt out of his seat and grabbed Rachel around the waist, lifting and turning her away from the furiously approaching Quinn.
“Woah!” Puck exclaimed in surprise as he quickly caught onto the cat fight about to go down right next to him. He tried to grab Quinn’s wrist as she fought her way over. Only she was too quick, forcing him to jump out of his seat and wrap one arm around her chest and the other around her waist, effectively pinning her arms to her sides.
“Let me at her!” Quinn growled as she fought against Puck’s grip.
“Both of you! Stop it!” Mr. Schuester yelled as he quickly stood between the two girls, his arms outstretched. “I’ll ask you both to leave if you can’t behave.”
Quinn sneered at Rachel before managing to fight her way out of Puck’s hold. She furiously picked up her book bag, threw one last look at Rachel over her shoulder, and left.
Santana scowled at Rachel and crossed her arms menacingly as Kurt shook his head in disapproval. Finn gently let go of Rachel and tapped her on the head in a weird sort of comforting way. Puck eyed her suspiciously and Artie and Tina began whispering. Rachel watched as Quinn disappeared through the doorway and knew that a fresh batch of ‘I’m Sorry’ cookies just weren’t going to cut it this time.
~*~*~
When Quinn made it to her car she threw her book bag onto the passenger seat before sliding in behind the wheel. She buckled herself in and took a deep breath. She couldn’t understand why she even let Rachel get to her like this. Quinn shook her head to try and rid her mind of thoughts of the unbearable midget. She started the engine and pulled out of the school parking lot.
She began driving down the relatively busy roads and into town. There was no way she was heading home this early, not when she knew her mother was hosting her bi-weekly Christian Mothers Group. Quinn rolled her eyes as she thought about how fake her parents were. Quinn had the slight urge to one day turn up to the ‘gathering’ with Ellie in tow. But although the humiliation would be all on her mother, Quinn could never put Ellie through that ordeal.
As Quinn began driving slowly down East Market St., she spotted the Police Station coming up ahead and her thoughts went right back to Rachel Berry. Quinn sighed as she drove past the station and continued down to West Market St. She turned onto North West St. and found a parking spot a block down from Meeting Place on Market.
The weather had been unusually warm for March and it was predicted to reach some record highs in the next week. Quinn slipped a pair of sunglasses on as she exited her car and walked down toward the corner of North West and West Market. Meeting Place was a popular establishment that catered to local musicians and served healthy, but delicious meals and beverages. Quinn stood in line as she read the board above the counter trying to decide on an afternoon snack. She bit her lip and tried to determine how hungry she was. When it gave a slight rumble, Quinn decided to order a Chicken Salad Sandwich in an original wrap and a Berry Blast Fruit Smoothie.
“Can I have a cupcake?” A little boy asked in front of Quinn. He gripped tightly onto his mother’s hand as he looked longingly up at the cupcake display. Quinn followed his gaze and saw three cupcake tiers filled with the dessert in varying flavors and frosting. She found herself biting her lip again as she eyed the dessert display. She vaguely wondered if they’d be anywhere near as good as Mr. Berry’s.
“Oh my God,” she muttered as her thumb and index finger moved up to rub at her closed eyelids. Could she catch a break? Or did the whole world feel the need to repeatedly remind her of the vertically challenged brunette?
“Pleeease?” The boy begged, drawing out the word in a whine, his hand gently tugging at his mother’s pant leg. Quinn watched as he turned on the puppy-dog look and grinned as his bottom lip began to quiver.
Quinn couldn’t help but smirk at the little boy’s antics. She wondered if - no, when - Ellie would start doing the same. She knew Ellie already had Puck wrapped around her little finger and she knew he was most likely going to go all out for her first birthday. She fought the urge to stamp her foot in frustration as she realized her thoughts were returning back to Berry and her assumption they would be slacking off during spring break.
The line moved forward and Quinn was only two customers away from ordering. She frustratingly crossed her arms and decided she was going to prove to Berry once and for all that life wasn’t always about show choir and competitions. As she hatched a plan to put into action, she began to recognise the perfect opportunity was already approaching to give one Rachel Berry, a swift kick up the ass, and move her into the reality the rest of the world was living in.
Author: an_an0maly
Summary: ...pour real life down on me...
Pairing: Eventual Rachel/Quinn
Rating: PG to NC-17
Word Count: 2,363 / 40,000+
Spoilers: I would like to say that spoilers would probably be from the Pilot to Sectionals. After that, there might be a few smattering of references to events in the Back 9, but other than that, mainly just references to the first 13 episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters unfortunately. Title belongs to Evanescence's 'Good Enough'.
Music: One Week by Barenaked Ladies Betas: grdnofevrythng for final touches in grammar, tenses, spelling etc. and gleek23 for spending her working hours online fleshing out fic ideas when she really should be working. Betas really don't get enough credit sometimes. Thanks for the continued encouragement and for lighting fires under my ass. :D
Author's Note: I'm extremely sorry for the lateness of this part. I got sick for about a week which really screwed me over work-wise and weekend-wise. And this past weekend I was being social while motylik came to visit! :D But I'm here now, with a new part.
I'll be getting to all your feedback from the last two parts, I promise. Thank you to everyone who has left feedback. I really really appreciate you coming back each week (or two, sorry). Thank you!
Previous Parts: Prologue | I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII |
Part Eight:
~*~*~
Quinn groaned as ‘One Week’ by Barenaked Ladies began to play through her speakers. She quickly reached for the iPod and hit the forward button on the dial. The song was a little too good a reminder of her argument with Rachel, as it had been almost a week since she’d confronted the brunette in her bedroom. Monday morning had seen Rachel approaching her with a plate of her famous ‘I’m Sorry’ cookies. They looked and tasted delicious and Quinn had accepted her apology, even offering one of her own.
Quinn shuffled slightly as she balanced the plate of cookies in her right hand. “I should apologize as well,” she began looking down at Rachel.
Rachel suddenly smiled and straightened her shoulders, anticipating Quinn’s regret of their argument.
“I shouldn’t have approached you like that in your room. It was very passive aggressive of me,” Quinn said as she looked from the plate of cookies to Rachel’s encouraging gaze. “I still think what I said was true, but I shouldn’t have said it like that. I’m sorry.”
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. “That’s your apology? It needs work,” she said as she grabbed three of the cookies off the plate, turned around and stormed off down the hall.
She understood why Rachel might not have appreciated her attempt at an apology, but she wasn’t going to apologize for her first apology just because the brunette hadn’t liked what she’d said.
Since their failed attempt at mutually apologizing - Rachel stole some of the cookies, Quinn had made every effort to stay out of Rachel’s way. It turned out to be an easier task than she first thought, considering they crossed paths so frequently during each school day. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Rachel, because she did. Sort of. Maybe. It was just that she’d tried to reach out to Rachel and the brunette had refused her assistance and honestly, she had her own parental issues to deal with. If Rachel didn’t think she needed help, then Quinn sure wasn’t going to continue barking up the wrong tree.
~*~*~
Puck strolled into the music room and dropped himself into the seat next to Quinn. The blonde raised an eyebrow at his entrance. “What’s wrong?” She asked with mild concern.
Puck crossed his arms and pouted as he sank lower into the chair. “Mrs. Schuester will only give me Wednesday and Thursday off during Spring Break next week,” he answered as he turned his scowl toward Mr. Schuester who was shuffling some sheet music and talking to Brad at the piano.
Quinn sat up straight and turned all her attention to Puck. “You’re still coming though, right?” She asked seriously.
Puck straightened up. “Of course!” He replied in indignation as he glared at Quinn. “I get off work at five and I’ll drive straight down.”
Quinn bit her bottom lip as she nodded her head slightly. Next week was Ellie’s first birthday and it landed right smack bang in the middle of spring break. Quinn and Puck had been planning to drive down together on the Monday and head back on Thursday afternoon so they could spend some time with Ellie on her birthday, but now Mrs. Schuester had foiled their plans.
Sarah and Alex, Ellie’s parents, encouraged Quinn and Puck to visit and always offered up their secondary suite atop their garage as accommodation to the pair. Quinn knew the open adoption they’d entered was not considered ‘normal’ compared to other open adoptions. The Johnsons had been adamant that Quinn and Puck, if they were to decide, should be a part of Ellie’s life. The only stipulation had been that if they decided to be involved in Ellie’s life, then they needed to actually be involved in Ellie’s life. Sarah and Alex had been quite firm on the fact that they needed to be committed to visits and contribute to the life they were providing for Ellie.
Ellie’s birthday would be their sixth visit since her birth. They made an effort to drive down at least once every two months. Their first visit had been awkward and Ellie had almost been two months old at the time. Puck had spent most of the weekend shuffling from foot to foot in the corner as Quinn curled in upon herself as she watched Sarah take care of her little girl.
Just as they had been leaving on the Sunday afternoon, Alex had pulled Puck aside for a ‘little chat’. Quinn didn’t know what he’d said to him but a week after they returned to Lima, Puck had given up his ‘pool-cleaning’ business, found himself a job at Sheets ‘n Things, started attending Math and had almost stopped terrorising students in the hallways. He was still the same Puck who continually tried to bed as many girls as possible and never passed up an opportunity to direct disgusting and crude remarks to the female student body, but Quinn had seen the small, significant, changes. They both still attended the Friday or Saturday night parties, and Puck even threw a few himself, but Quinn had noticed the way Puck limited his alcohol consumption and always seemed to have an eye on her and other girls from glee.
He wasn’t perfect, but Quinn didn’t need him to be. And neither did Ellie.
“I’m sorry I can’t go with you on the Monday,” Puck suddenly said as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. He lowered his head before running his right hand over his neatly kept mohawk.
Quinn placed a hand on Puck’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It’s ok. The drive’s not so bad. I’m sorry you can’t get Monday and Tuesday off,” she said her hand moving to rub Puck’s back slightly. Quinn sighed and looked over Puck hunched shoulders toward the other side of the music room where she spotted Rachel Berry watching them intently. Quinn glared at her causing the brunette to hurriedly look away.
“Alright guys, as it’s the last glee rehearsal before spring break, I thought we could have a bit of a jam session instead,” Mr. Schuester announced interrupting Puck and Quinn’s conversation.
Rachel’s hand instantly went up. Before Mr. Schuester could even call on her, she began objecting. “I vehemently protest this decision. We are only weeks away from Regionals. Now isn’t the time to begin slacking off. We have a whole week break starting tomorrow afternoon and I already know some of us will be using that week to partake in illegal acts of underage drinking and debauchery,” she said as she eyed the left side of the music room where more than half the glee club sat.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Rachel’s speech. She opened her mouth to deliver a scathing reply but someone else beat her to it.
“Just because you don’t have any friends,” Santana replied leaving the sentence hanging.
Rachel just straightened her back and held her head high. “I have friends,” Rachel replied adamantly.
Santana snorted before she leaned forward and narrowed her eyes. “Your stuffed animals don’t count.”
Rachel began to defend herself when Mr. Schuester suddenly stepped forward. “Alright, that’s enough! Rachel... I realize how dedicated you are to glee, but you need to take a small break too.”
“But Regionals are - ”
“Rachel! That’s enough,” he replied cutting her off in a stern voice.
Quinn watched as Rachel’s shoulders slumped. The brunette crossed her arms and turned her head away to stare at the side wall. Quinn saw Rachel’s right knee begin bouncing furiously, but the brunette still refused to turn to face the club.
Quinn couldn’t believe how insufferable Rachel could be. And suddenly it was almost like a flip had been switched and everything Rachel had implied about Ellie being a mistake came flooding back, followed by an intense need to lash out at the girl. “You could always leave. No one is forcing you to stay,” she said, her glare piercing Rachel.
Rachel swivelled sharply in her seat. With her arms still firmly crossed she leaned forward and met Quinn’s glare with one of her own. “Someone needs to stay here to make sure you don’t get off track.”
“And you assume you’re the person for the job?” Quinn instantly questioned.
Mercedes shot Kurt a sideways glance of confusion while Mike’s eyes shifted aimlessly around the choir room trying to mind his own business. Finn’s brow furrowed as he watched Quinn and Rachel verbally spar like they hadn’t done in years.
“I don’t see you jumping in to take responsibility,” Rachel retorted as she suddenly stood up.
Quinn saw red. Before anyone could even understand what was happening, Quinn was up and out of her seat climbing over Puck’s legs and lunging for Rachel. A squeak was heard from the short brunette as Finn leapt out of his seat and grabbed Rachel around the waist, lifting and turning her away from the furiously approaching Quinn.
“Woah!” Puck exclaimed in surprise as he quickly caught onto the cat fight about to go down right next to him. He tried to grab Quinn’s wrist as she fought her way over. Only she was too quick, forcing him to jump out of his seat and wrap one arm around her chest and the other around her waist, effectively pinning her arms to her sides.
“Let me at her!” Quinn growled as she fought against Puck’s grip.
“Both of you! Stop it!” Mr. Schuester yelled as he quickly stood between the two girls, his arms outstretched. “I’ll ask you both to leave if you can’t behave.”
Quinn sneered at Rachel before managing to fight her way out of Puck’s hold. She furiously picked up her book bag, threw one last look at Rachel over her shoulder, and left.
Santana scowled at Rachel and crossed her arms menacingly as Kurt shook his head in disapproval. Finn gently let go of Rachel and tapped her on the head in a weird sort of comforting way. Puck eyed her suspiciously and Artie and Tina began whispering. Rachel watched as Quinn disappeared through the doorway and knew that a fresh batch of ‘I’m Sorry’ cookies just weren’t going to cut it this time.
~*~*~
When Quinn made it to her car she threw her book bag onto the passenger seat before sliding in behind the wheel. She buckled herself in and took a deep breath. She couldn’t understand why she even let Rachel get to her like this. Quinn shook her head to try and rid her mind of thoughts of the unbearable midget. She started the engine and pulled out of the school parking lot.
She began driving down the relatively busy roads and into town. There was no way she was heading home this early, not when she knew her mother was hosting her bi-weekly Christian Mothers Group. Quinn rolled her eyes as she thought about how fake her parents were. Quinn had the slight urge to one day turn up to the ‘gathering’ with Ellie in tow. But although the humiliation would be all on her mother, Quinn could never put Ellie through that ordeal.
As Quinn began driving slowly down East Market St., she spotted the Police Station coming up ahead and her thoughts went right back to Rachel Berry. Quinn sighed as she drove past the station and continued down to West Market St. She turned onto North West St. and found a parking spot a block down from Meeting Place on Market.
The weather had been unusually warm for March and it was predicted to reach some record highs in the next week. Quinn slipped a pair of sunglasses on as she exited her car and walked down toward the corner of North West and West Market. Meeting Place was a popular establishment that catered to local musicians and served healthy, but delicious meals and beverages. Quinn stood in line as she read the board above the counter trying to decide on an afternoon snack. She bit her lip and tried to determine how hungry she was. When it gave a slight rumble, Quinn decided to order a Chicken Salad Sandwich in an original wrap and a Berry Blast Fruit Smoothie.
“Can I have a cupcake?” A little boy asked in front of Quinn. He gripped tightly onto his mother’s hand as he looked longingly up at the cupcake display. Quinn followed his gaze and saw three cupcake tiers filled with the dessert in varying flavors and frosting. She found herself biting her lip again as she eyed the dessert display. She vaguely wondered if they’d be anywhere near as good as Mr. Berry’s.
“Oh my God,” she muttered as her thumb and index finger moved up to rub at her closed eyelids. Could she catch a break? Or did the whole world feel the need to repeatedly remind her of the vertically challenged brunette?
“Pleeease?” The boy begged, drawing out the word in a whine, his hand gently tugging at his mother’s pant leg. Quinn watched as he turned on the puppy-dog look and grinned as his bottom lip began to quiver.
Quinn couldn’t help but smirk at the little boy’s antics. She wondered if - no, when - Ellie would start doing the same. She knew Ellie already had Puck wrapped around her little finger and she knew he was most likely going to go all out for her first birthday. She fought the urge to stamp her foot in frustration as she realized her thoughts were returning back to Berry and her assumption they would be slacking off during spring break.
The line moved forward and Quinn was only two customers away from ordering. She frustratingly crossed her arms and decided she was going to prove to Berry once and for all that life wasn’t always about show choir and competitions. As she hatched a plan to put into action, she began to recognise the perfect opportunity was already approaching to give one Rachel Berry, a swift kick up the ass, and move her into the reality the rest of the world was living in.