FIC: In Bed With Your Enemies [3b/?]
Title: In Bed with Your Enemies [3b/?]
Rating: PG-13
Rachel has a secret. Too bad Coach Sue Sylvester knows all about it. Brittberry, Faberry, Pezberry.
Chp 3a
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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Chatter easily filled the air. It was nothing odd or irregular, a pretty common thing actually; most people preferred to talk while having lunch.
But Rachel was beginning to second guess her decision.
In her haste to get to Cheerio practice this morning, Rachel had forgotten to bring along her lunch. Her vegan lunch. Momentarily, the brunette halted her thoughts to curse that blasted minute that did in fact derail her from her usually well-kept schedule. If only she didn’t need to rush at the last minute to get into the car with Daddy, which resulted with an unfortunately forgotten tofurkey sandwich left behind on the kitchen countertop.
Now, in an attempt, to quell the rumbling in her tummy and to satisfy the three meals a day quota, Rachel had relented to entering the school cafeteria. She tried not to stomp her foot in frustration at this other change in her schedule; by now she would have been in the auditorium or music room eating her specially packed lunch.
Briefly Rachel wondered whether anything else would go wrong today.
Taking a deep breath, the girl emptied her thoughts and walked forward. Luckily, no one seemed to notice her presence; probably believing her to be one of the other Cheerios. Approaching the available food stalls in the school cafeteria, Rachel grabbed one of the red trays off a clean stack and examined her choices.
From her inspection of the variety she was presented with, Rachel highly doubted anything was nutritious - much less vegan friendly. Again the brunette regretted her decision to appear here and turned to return the tray and leave.
Her actions were immediately stopped when Rachel instead faced two relatively unknown (but familiar) Cheerios. A ‘hello’ was all Rachel managed before the two had whisked her off towards a table easily recognizable to all. It was the table reserved for the Cheerios.
Expected to sit down, Rachel decided to stubbornly remain standing to show her displeasure. Although it was a bit awkward to be standing around in front of the other Cheerios with an empty red tray still in her hands.
Quinn simply arched an eyebrow in slight contempt before waving at the empty seat for the difficult girl standing before her.
Rachel only complied after noticing most of the entire student body staring at her, setting the empty tray down on the table as she did. Folding her hands and straightening her posture, the recently snatched girl looked up at the two sitting across from her. “Quinn,” she begins before turning to the other, “Santana.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rachel innocently questions after acknowledging the presence of the two most feared girls in school.
The timed appearance of the two’s smiles only sets off the sixth sense Rachel always claimed to have. And the girl swore she heard every chair squeaked slightly as the chatter in the school cafeteria died to a lull.
No matter, Quinn continued beaming at Rachel, her pearly whites distracting the diva slightly. “We’re just wondering how you’re adjusting to life as a Cheerio now.”
“Yeah Berry. The life of a Cheerio requires sacrifice,” added Santana.
“Major,” an unnamed Cheerio commented a bit too loudly. The girl barely had time to rethink her unintended interruption before the combined glares of Quinn and Santana were unleashed. Thankfully, it wasn’t the full force of the version as Rachel could hear the girl attempt to mumble out a small apology.
During that time, Rachel took the opportunity to ponder her current situation - happening in the school cafeteria of all places. It was quite obvious the two girls were up to something. And Rachel definitely didn’t miss the slight inflection on the name ‘Berry’ when Santana had spoken. It was somewhat amusing that the Latina would have such trouble acknowledging her without the usual derogative nicknames.
Rachel quickly swept the small smile off her face when the two Cheerios refocused their attentions on her.
Once again Quinn started the conversation.
“Since we’re teammates now, not just in Glee but also in the Cheerios, we thought that we’d point out some of your flaws.”
“Like any good teammate would do,” Santana finishes with a smirk.
Rachel automatically deduced where this was going.
And, as per usual, Quinn was the first to attack. “It’s nice that you’re a vegan and all but,” Quinn trails off for a moment, “You could still stand to lose a few pounds. I suggest skipping lunch for the rest of the week. Maybe dinner as well.”
Rachel’s hands tightened as she could noticeably see the barely hidden smirks passed all around.
“And shaving,” Santana interjects before motioning around her chin, “I think I could still see a few stubbles there."
The unnecessary coughs to hide the semi-choked laughter of the other Cheerios only caused the ridiculed girl to clench her jaws.
Breathing in deeply through her nose, Rachel repeated the usual mantra in her head whenever feeling particular stressed. It wouldn’t do to act all riled up. And it certainly wouldn’t benefit her to allow the others insight on how much they were affecting her. Unclenching her jaw and unfolding her hands, Rachel calmly stood up.
“Thank you for your suggestions but they are, after all, your opinions. And everyone is entitled to them,” she remarks before heading off.
She easily sidestepped Brittany who just arrived.
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The double doors let out a small squeak, startling the tall blonde who pushed them. She certainly didn’t expect the noise when she decided to take a peek inside the auditorium. And luckily the brown paper bag in her hands remained just rightfully there - in her hands and not flat on the floor.
Walking through, Brittany took a few steps in before her gaze immediately fell upon the wide stage. She suppressed the twinge of disappointment when she realized it was devoid of a certain Cheerio-dressed diva.
She had already searched the music room and the few restrooms she’d seen on the way here. Brittany became hesitant in her actions now, unsure of where else to go. She supposes she could try checking the other remaining restrooms here in McKinley. Frowning a little at the thought, Brittany turned to leave.
Or, at least, that was the idea until she heard the slight scuffing of someone’s shoes against the floor; the miniscule sound magnified by the vast expanse of the empty auditorium. Turning back, Brittany walked further into the auditorium as her eyes narrowed to find the source of the noise.
“Rachel?” she called out, looking left and right. The auditorium was filled with silence once more until she hears it, the unmistakable squeak of a chair whenever someone shifts in their seat a particular way.
It takes a while - mainly due to Brittany’s stubbornness to leave - but the girl eventually finds Rachel sitting in one of the many audience chairs. Less than a minute passed before Brittany relocated herself to be standing by the seat next to Rachel’s.
Carefully sitting, the blonde watched as the discovered girl continued to stare up at the stage before them. Not once had the brunette turned to look her way, unnerving Brittany on whether her presence was appreciated or not. Never one to ponder too long, she faced forward as well to stare at the stage that the diva liked so much. If Rachel didn’t want her to stay, then surely the girl would have said so.
Silence easily befalls the two girls. Brittany hesitant on what to say and Rachel unsure of why the blonde had bother to find her. A few more minutes passed before one of them breaks, curious for an answer.
“There seems to be this habit of you finding me today,” Rachel briefly comments.
Brittany only seemed to smile at that before replying herself. “Well, I watch you a lot so I guess that helps.”
Unexpectedly stunned, Rachel doesn’t bother to say anymore. And Brittany doesn’t bother to push out a conversation. Things were totally fine the way they were, especially when she could see the faint blush that colored the other girl’s face. Suffice to say, Brittany was quite proud of herself. Until she remembered something of importance and began shifting around in her seat, confusing the little diva with her actions.
Not sure what else to expect, Rachel became startled when Brittany suddenly whipped out something from a brown paper bag she hadn’t noticed before.
“Wanna go halfsies with my PB&J?” the blonde asked enthusiastically before holding up the offered item inside a sandwich shaped case. In addition, a variety of baby ducks and rainbow stickers plastered all over the case easily made its way into Rachel’s sight.
Brittany only furrowed her eyebrows slightly when the girl failed to answer her question. However, the worry easily dissipates when a particular thought struck her. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s totally all vegan friendly,” she adds a moment later.
Rachel felt her mouth open slightly in surprise. However, the eagerness in Brittany’s eyes keeps her from staying stunned for too long and, smiling softly, Rachel nods her acceptance.
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With the school bell ringing, signaling the dismissal of the class, Rachel was quick to pack up her belongings as did the other students around. There wasn’t much stuff out - just the usual notebook and pencils - so she was prompt in her actions to leave. Backpack held tight in her hands, Rachel was unfortunately deterred when a voice called out to signal her attention.
“Rachel!”
Momentarily the addressed girl wondered whether she could feign ignorance and leave.
“Rachel,” the voice repeated before a hand was placed upon her right shoulder.
A chance of escape gone, the brunette could only let out a small sigh before reluctantly turning to face the person requesting her presence.
“Yes, Mr Schue?” she relented.
“If possible, I would like a word with you?” the man politely asked, although it was obvious that he expected her to stay as instructed.
Rachel stiffly nodded her agreement - best to get things over with now than later - before watching the rest of the fellow students drift out the classroom. They both waited until the door finally stayed shut after the last exit.
“Rachel, I’m worried about you,” Mr Schue began.
“Worried?” the girl simply repeats.
“Yes, I am. You’re on the Cheerios now and that’s highly unlike you,” he continued.
“Highly unlike me,” Rachel only reiterated from his last statement.
Not noticing that the girl in question has yet to actually contribute to the conversation, Mr Schue furthered his explanations. He truly believed that he’d be able to reach out to his student. And, in extension, throw a wrench into whatever plans Sue was concocting at the moment.
“I know that you wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for Sue Sylvester.” Crossing his arms, Mr Schue allowed a slight pause to enter before looking the girl in the eyes. “Tell me Rachel, what is it that she has on you? Or did she promise you something in return? You can’t trust her Rachel,” he reasoned.
Staring blankly at her Spanish teacher, Rachel couldn’t help but feel slighted. Mr Schuester may have had the best of intentions in mind but all she could hear now were insults - no matter how unintentional - belittling her abilities. The way he stated the situation described her as one that could never manage to get onto the Cheerio squad without some foul play going on behind the scenes.
Her eyes narrowing slightly, Rachel ready herself for the defending arguments that were ready to burst forth. She had never let anyone dictate the extent of her skills. And, disregarding the fact that Sue Sylvester had coerced her, Rachel Berry certainly did have the abilities and the talent to make it as a cheerleader if she so wanted.
“Whether or not I trust Coach Sylvester,” Rachel stresses the title ‘coach’ to show her (reluctant) acceptance of the woman as an instructor, “It’s my own choice. Also, to my knowledge, I can certainly attest to the fact that I have ‘the goods’ to attract the notice of a six-time consecutive winning National Championships coach!”
Mr Schue’s jaw dropped slight, simply stunned by the sudden rant.
Rachel paid no heed and swiftly turned to leave. But, just as quickly, she turned right back; her ponytail easily tossing from side to side with her turbulent actions. Apparently her rant wasn’t quite over as she had more to add.
“And need I remind you that Glee Club is not the only activity I’m in? I’m also actively involved with a multitude of other clubs. For instance, Speech Club, Mock United Nations Club, Renaissance -”
“Exactly!” Mr Schue interrupts. “You’re putting way too much on your plate and sooner or later you’re going to come apart at the seams. Sue’s probably hoping - no, waiting - for this!”
Rachel gave pause as Mr Schue did admittedly make a good point. Yet, no matter how truthful his statement, the brunette made notice a critical observation of her oh-so-concerned teacher. And it infuriated her.
“You didn’t seem all that worried when I wasn’t on Cheerios,” Rachel comments before exiting the room in a dramatic fashion, effectively ending the discussion.
A perfect storm out.
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Seeing Rachel leave Mr Schue’s classroom in a huff, Jacob strongly believed that now was the best time to confront the girl for another interview as angry people tended to let things slip. And, without their composure, Jacob could easily get the news worthy for his blog to feed the gossip hungry school.
Powerwalking over to his new destination, the bespectacled boy quickly shoved his digital tape recorder forward. With his other hand, Jacob held up the index cards he recently made with the prewritten notes and questions.
“Seems like Quinn and Santana feel threatened by your presence in the Cheerios. How are you going to handle their opposition?” he questioned right away.
Rachel only brushed past him, quite intent to ignore his presence. No matter, her actions only spurred him on. And, keeping up with the girl’s suddenly long strides, Jacob attempted to match Rachel step for step.
“Will you be quitting Glee Club to become a full-time Cheerio?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rachel answers dismissively, giving Jacob his first real comment for the interview.
Fumbling in his steps after turning a corner, the afro boy tried desperately to follow along the hurried pace set by the girl.
“Some people say that you’ve got some sort of dirt on Miss Sylvester. Is this true? Or does she have something on you? Can you attest to either of these rumors?”
Jacob barely had time to react, much less flinch, as he soon found himself pressed up against a wall. In front, Rachel stood aggressively with a hand angrily fisted in his shirt. Eying his sudden change of surroundings, Jacob noticed that they were far from any prying eyes making the moment all the more precious towards the continuing existence of his life. The boy never felt more turned on and frightened all at once.
“Listen here and listen well. I don’t appreciate being poked and prodded at like some sort of newly discovered species in a zoo exhibit,” Rachel began in a lowered, harsh voice.
Jacob only fervently nodded his understanding.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at his interruption, promptly all movements to cease with the bespectacled boy. “I suggest you leave me alone,” she warned through gritted teeth before pressing down slightly on a quivering chest, “Now.”
Jacob only gulped before momentarily eying the backpack Rachel held in her other hand, wondering if she was going to whack him with the probably book-filled item. He dumbly nods once in fright before letting out a stuttered ‘okay’. The moment Rachel lets go of his shirt Jacob scurried off.
After turning a few select corners, Jacob immediately ran behind some rows of lockers and flattened his back against the wall. He waited some precious minutes before sticking his head out to check the hallways for the appearance of a specific brunette. Believing the diva residing outside the immediate vicinity, Jacob let out a huge breath and wiped the accumulated sweat off his forehead.
That previous moment he shared with Rachel was the most intimidating and hottest experience of his life. He had almost fainted at the almost nonexistent distance between them during the entire encounter. It was heaven the way Rachel acknowledged his existence and became so domineering. He liked his women fierce and Rachel had certainly become fiercer in recent times.
“So hot,” Jacob whines pathetically before rushing off to the nearest restroom.
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The silence was unnerving as was the woman sitting across from her. Taking in a steady breath, Rachel resisted the urge to drum her fingers, tap her foot, or anything that would distract from the situation she found herself in once again. The abhorrent ticking from the clock sitting on the desk only alerted her to the extent of how time had actually passed since she entered. However, Rachel managed to keep her composure; she couldn’t very well burst out into hysterics over nothing, as nothing has yet to occur.
After a few more obnoxious ticking from the clock, Rachel mentally expressed relief when the other occupant in the room spoke.
“You have a Glee Club meeting today.”
“I know,” Rachel replies promptly, her answer short and curt.
“Think you can handle it?”
Rachel didn’t answer. Not because she couldn’t, but because she wasn’t given the time. Before the girl could respond with an adequate answer, the Cheerio coach had spoken up once more.
“Here,” the woman began before rummaging in her desk drawer and tossing an item out at the brunette, “Just thought you might like the original back.”
With quick reflexes, Rachel easily caught the flung object and promptly looks the small item over. The recognition is instantaneous as she realizes what exactly she was holding.
Sue only chuckled when she notices the slight confusion apparent on the girl’s face. “Don’t worry. I‘ve made plenty of copies and backup copies. So you can have yours back,” she answers before effectively dismissing her guest with a single gesture.
Rachel only nods faintly before getting up and out of the office. Once outside, she looks down at the tiny, clear case she held. By itself the case was nothing but the memory card held inside meant everything.
Closing her hand, the brunette tightens her hold over the returned item before heading towards her locker. She contemplated whether to have the memory card’s contents deleted or not. But one thing was for sure: she could not let this fall into someone else’s hands again.
People already thought she was a freak. This memory card would only cement it.
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Pausing, Rachel took in a deep breath before calming her nerves. The day was already filled with various encounters - no surprise there - and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Tilting her head slightly, the brunette spied through the small vertical window the number of Glee Clubbers already inside the music room. Usually she was always the first arrival; obviously this wasn’t going to be the case today as the entirety of Glee Club was already residing within.
The diva could already feel the stress levels beginning to build once more.
Squaring her shoulders, Rachel opened the door and confidently strolled in. It was time to face the music - pun definitely intended. And with a smile, she greeted the others as usual and took a seat nearest to the front. Again, her actions were of typical Rachel Berry fashion. The only difference was that she happened to be a part of the Cheerios now and was wearing the familiar red and white outfit. Smoothing out the front of her skirt, Rachel did her best to ignore the outright gawking from some of the members of Glee Club.
The silence lasted but a few seconds.
“You look nice Rachel.”
Although the tall shadow looming over her was a huge hint, Rachel looked up to see Finn standing slightly hunched with his hands in his pockets. The boy’s gangly height was made all the more pronounced with her already short stature being seated. But despite the (no doubt) awkward scene, Finn still presented her with one of those half-smiles of his.
“Thank you Finn,” she begins before glancing over the boy’s own outfit. An unbuttoned plaid shirt with a white tee and blue jeans completed his usual attire. “You look adequate as well,” she finishes before facing towards the front once again.
“Umm… thanks?” the quarterback accepts, mildly confused. It was obvious that the boy was struggling with whether the use of the word ‘adequate’ implied a positive connotation or not. Luckily, Finn didn’t spend too much time pondering before shuffling off back to his original seat by Quinn.
The blonde didn’t hesitate to lash out, directly smacking him at his midsection with the back of her right hand.
Falling back in his chair some, Finn immediately brought up his arms to block any more incoming blows. “Ow! What was that for?” he sputtered out, worried whether or not Quinn was going to hit him again. Or worse, that Santana who happened to sit nearby was going to join in on the unexpected attack.
Continuing to look at his girlfriend in confusion, Finn only furrowed his eyebrows further when Quinn aimed a particularly harsh ‘don’t be an idiot’ remark at him. There was a pause as Finn’s mouth dropped partially in thought; the tiny gears in the quarterback’s head beginning to work at a pace most convenient for him.
Santana merely rolled her eyes, sufficiently glad she didn’t have to deal with this oaf on a daily basis like Quinn did. The girl really got the short end of the stick picking Finn Hudson to stand in as the other half of McKinley’s supposed ‘power couple’. Whatever floats her boat.
“I was just giving her a compliment. Don’t girls like that?” Finn questioned, a bit hesitant on whether that was the right response or not.
Santana’s scoff was a huge indication that it was not.
“Ahem!”
The sound of someone clearing their throat - in a rather obvious fashion - catches everyone’s attention. And, as Kurt stood to smooth out the front of his Marc Jacobs jacket, the culprit of the small interruption was easily pinpointed. It wasn’t long before he spoke out with his own commentaries.
“As much as I’d love to watch your little lovers’ spat,” the boy pauses slightly to walk down the small step in front of his chair, “There are more important matters to discuss.” Without fail, Kurt headed towards the notable Cheerio that had recently caused an uproar in McKinley High.
Rachel’s muscles tensed slightly in wait for the expected confrontation.
“If you were looking for attention Rachel,” the effeminate boy began before eyeing Rachel’s new but familiar outfit, “Then you’ve certainly got it.”
Rachel only huffed, rather unamused with the familiar accusation. Just because she regularly spoke about her Broadway dreams didn’t exactly meant she’d crave attention like some sort of crack addict. Her only requirement was that her audience gave her the full attention she deserved whenever she performed. It was only common courtesy. Besides, Rachel knew her talents would always capture people’s attention. Although, at this point in her life, most of the attention seemed to land more on the negative spectrum of things.
“That is absolutely not the case,” the future Broadway star stated firmly.
“Really? Then please enlighten us,” another voice skeptically adds in.
Turning her head towards the two ascending rows behind her, Rachel observes Mercedes arching an eyebrow with arms firmly crossed. In addition, the larger girl had moved up in her seat, ready to jump up and defend her boy should the need arise.
Rachel tried not to fault the two gossip moguls. She’d easily fit into their shoes should the situation be reversed.
Taking a subtle glance around the room, Rachel noted the undivided attention of her audience - even the ones that tried to subtly hide their interest. She momentarily locked eyes with Mr Schue, who had crossed his arms and leaned back against the piano, effectively staying out of the conversation unless things got out of hand. Rachel would have liked to believe that he was perhaps letting her state her side of the story. Deep down, however, she knew Mr Schue was only trying to figure out the angle of Sue Sylvester’s newest scheme to break apart the Glee Club.
And, quite frankly, Rachel wasn’t the least bit worried. This was simply one of those moments where her constantly honed acting abilities were brought to great use. No one - absolutely no one - would disregard her performance; she had that much faith in her talents. Let’s not forget that Mr Sandy Ryerson was no longer the Glee Club director.
“I’m simply expanding my repertoire,” Rachel begins, legs crossing and hands folding. “I do plan to be a triple threat you know; not only excelling in music but in theater and dance as well. And although it may not seem like it, the Cheerios do go through rigorous exercises that keep them quite fluid and limber. I hope to achieve the same level of flexibility each Cheerio no doubt has achieved under Sue’s tutelage,” Rachel reasoned.
But of course, people still believed what they wanted to believe.
“Spare us the garbage Rachel and tell us the truth,” Artie comments as he wheeled himself forward. “You’re just hoping that the popularity would rub off on you.”
“Like that would ever happen,” Santana muttered. Although it was mainly spoken to herself a majority of the Gleeks still managed to hear the Latina’s snide remark.
Any further comments were halted, however, when Brittany - sitting next to Santana per usual, though reluctantly this day - decided to join the conversation.
“It’s obvious why Rachel joined the Cheerio,” the tall blonde mentions in general.
Everyone’s heads practically swerved as one to look at the girl expectantly, Rachel included; a few chairs even squeaked at the abrupt motion. They all wondered what the dancer’s insight was.
Silence blanketed the room for a few seconds before Brittany spoke again.
“We’re hot. She’s hot. And together we’re just hotness personified,” she explained as if the answer was the most obvious of all.
Everyone’s mind seemed to have short-circuited for the moment as they tried to comprehend what exactly Brittany had just declared so confidently. Rachel was the first to react - though it wasn’t much of one - when she let her mouth fall open oh so slightly.
The multitude of delayed reactions worked to Brittany’s advantage as she continued with her totally valid - in her mind - explanation. “But it’s mainly because the Cheerios are hot. That’s why Rachel joined,” she concluded with a nod of her head.
Nothing could have conveyed the variety of emotions felt by the rest of Brittany’s statement.
Rachel only opens and closes her mouth a few times, not quite sure what to say or how exactly to respond. Luckily, no one notices the little diva’s stupor as everyone else didn’t fare any better.
Oddly enough, however, it was Puck who managed to coherently react before the rest.
“Right on,” Puck agrees before turning to high five Brittany, who was in the seat next to him. “I totally don’t mind seeing Rachel in those Cheerio skirts,” a slight pause follow as his attention focuses on said girl, “But then again, I’m fine with seeing you out of them as well.” The Mohawk boy did a nod before giving the brunette a wink and a grin.
Santana, as well as a few others, tried not to gag at the blatant one-sided flirting being displayed before them.
Rachel, as per usual, moved to voice her outrage at the obviously lewd suggestion. “Noah! I will not -”
Her words are thwarted from completion by way of Brittany’s hand promptly smacking Puck at the back of his head. “Don’t talk about her like that,” the tall blonde remarked before Mr Schue decided it was time to interrupt.
“Moving on!” the man began before motioning towards the white board. “Does anyone have any suggestions for sectionals?”
It was obvious that Mr Schue was attempting to stray away from the previous conversation but no one complained. Eagerly, everyone else was going along with the opening Mr Schue had provided. That last conversation was getting a bit weird. Rachel Berry, hot?
No one notices the look Brittany sent Puck’s way and the boy shrinking back in response.
Some time later during the middle of Glee’s discussion for song selections and the chosen singers, Rachel became contemplative in her own thoughts; most revolving around a particular blonde. Biting her lower lip, she discreetly turned to catch a glimpse at the not-so-far-away dancer. Rachel was only greeted with an immediate wink; the blonde obviously didn’t mind being caught staring. Blushing slightly, Rachel quickly faced forward once more trying to shake the feeling of Brittany’s eyes on her.
The talented dancer’s earlier declaration in the auditorium suddenly marched to the forefront of her mind.
Her thoughts had halted abruptly but, no matter, Rachel was able to continue with her earlier reflection. It was kind of nice to have someone in her corner for once.
And the quick beating of her heart hinted at something that she wasn’t quite ready to understand yet.
-End Chapter Three-
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Chp 4
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A/N: Holy macaroni! Longest chapter ever written by me.
Anyhow, lots of Brittany-Rachel interaction in this one. I hope no one minds this situation too much. Though there was that little bit of Faberry - miniscule really - more so by the amount of Brittberry that practically engulfed this entire chapter.
So much drama in one day. To think, this is only Rachel’s second day as a Cheerio.
And, just to be clear, Rachel doesn’t have anything extra going on down there. Besides, I’d be way too embarrassed to be writing something like that.
Rating: PG-13
Rachel has a secret. Too bad Coach Sue Sylvester knows all about it. Brittberry, Faberry, Pezberry.
Chp 3a
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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Chatter easily filled the air. It was nothing odd or irregular, a pretty common thing actually; most people preferred to talk while having lunch.
But Rachel was beginning to second guess her decision.
In her haste to get to Cheerio practice this morning, Rachel had forgotten to bring along her lunch. Her vegan lunch. Momentarily, the brunette halted her thoughts to curse that blasted minute that did in fact derail her from her usually well-kept schedule. If only she didn’t need to rush at the last minute to get into the car with Daddy, which resulted with an unfortunately forgotten tofurkey sandwich left behind on the kitchen countertop.
Now, in an attempt, to quell the rumbling in her tummy and to satisfy the three meals a day quota, Rachel had relented to entering the school cafeteria. She tried not to stomp her foot in frustration at this other change in her schedule; by now she would have been in the auditorium or music room eating her specially packed lunch.
Briefly Rachel wondered whether anything else would go wrong today.
Taking a deep breath, the girl emptied her thoughts and walked forward. Luckily, no one seemed to notice her presence; probably believing her to be one of the other Cheerios. Approaching the available food stalls in the school cafeteria, Rachel grabbed one of the red trays off a clean stack and examined her choices.
From her inspection of the variety she was presented with, Rachel highly doubted anything was nutritious - much less vegan friendly. Again the brunette regretted her decision to appear here and turned to return the tray and leave.
Her actions were immediately stopped when Rachel instead faced two relatively unknown (but familiar) Cheerios. A ‘hello’ was all Rachel managed before the two had whisked her off towards a table easily recognizable to all. It was the table reserved for the Cheerios.
Expected to sit down, Rachel decided to stubbornly remain standing to show her displeasure. Although it was a bit awkward to be standing around in front of the other Cheerios with an empty red tray still in her hands.
Quinn simply arched an eyebrow in slight contempt before waving at the empty seat for the difficult girl standing before her.
Rachel only complied after noticing most of the entire student body staring at her, setting the empty tray down on the table as she did. Folding her hands and straightening her posture, the recently snatched girl looked up at the two sitting across from her. “Quinn,” she begins before turning to the other, “Santana.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rachel innocently questions after acknowledging the presence of the two most feared girls in school.
The timed appearance of the two’s smiles only sets off the sixth sense Rachel always claimed to have. And the girl swore she heard every chair squeaked slightly as the chatter in the school cafeteria died to a lull.
No matter, Quinn continued beaming at Rachel, her pearly whites distracting the diva slightly. “We’re just wondering how you’re adjusting to life as a Cheerio now.”
“Yeah Berry. The life of a Cheerio requires sacrifice,” added Santana.
“Major,” an unnamed Cheerio commented a bit too loudly. The girl barely had time to rethink her unintended interruption before the combined glares of Quinn and Santana were unleashed. Thankfully, it wasn’t the full force of the version as Rachel could hear the girl attempt to mumble out a small apology.
During that time, Rachel took the opportunity to ponder her current situation - happening in the school cafeteria of all places. It was quite obvious the two girls were up to something. And Rachel definitely didn’t miss the slight inflection on the name ‘Berry’ when Santana had spoken. It was somewhat amusing that the Latina would have such trouble acknowledging her without the usual derogative nicknames.
Rachel quickly swept the small smile off her face when the two Cheerios refocused their attentions on her.
Once again Quinn started the conversation.
“Since we’re teammates now, not just in Glee but also in the Cheerios, we thought that we’d point out some of your flaws.”
“Like any good teammate would do,” Santana finishes with a smirk.
Rachel automatically deduced where this was going.
And, as per usual, Quinn was the first to attack. “It’s nice that you’re a vegan and all but,” Quinn trails off for a moment, “You could still stand to lose a few pounds. I suggest skipping lunch for the rest of the week. Maybe dinner as well.”
Rachel’s hands tightened as she could noticeably see the barely hidden smirks passed all around.
“And shaving,” Santana interjects before motioning around her chin, “I think I could still see a few stubbles there."
The unnecessary coughs to hide the semi-choked laughter of the other Cheerios only caused the ridiculed girl to clench her jaws.
Breathing in deeply through her nose, Rachel repeated the usual mantra in her head whenever feeling particular stressed. It wouldn’t do to act all riled up. And it certainly wouldn’t benefit her to allow the others insight on how much they were affecting her. Unclenching her jaw and unfolding her hands, Rachel calmly stood up.
“Thank you for your suggestions but they are, after all, your opinions. And everyone is entitled to them,” she remarks before heading off.
She easily sidestepped Brittany who just arrived.
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The double doors let out a small squeak, startling the tall blonde who pushed them. She certainly didn’t expect the noise when she decided to take a peek inside the auditorium. And luckily the brown paper bag in her hands remained just rightfully there - in her hands and not flat on the floor.
Walking through, Brittany took a few steps in before her gaze immediately fell upon the wide stage. She suppressed the twinge of disappointment when she realized it was devoid of a certain Cheerio-dressed diva.
She had already searched the music room and the few restrooms she’d seen on the way here. Brittany became hesitant in her actions now, unsure of where else to go. She supposes she could try checking the other remaining restrooms here in McKinley. Frowning a little at the thought, Brittany turned to leave.
Or, at least, that was the idea until she heard the slight scuffing of someone’s shoes against the floor; the miniscule sound magnified by the vast expanse of the empty auditorium. Turning back, Brittany walked further into the auditorium as her eyes narrowed to find the source of the noise.
“Rachel?” she called out, looking left and right. The auditorium was filled with silence once more until she hears it, the unmistakable squeak of a chair whenever someone shifts in their seat a particular way.
It takes a while - mainly due to Brittany’s stubbornness to leave - but the girl eventually finds Rachel sitting in one of the many audience chairs. Less than a minute passed before Brittany relocated herself to be standing by the seat next to Rachel’s.
Carefully sitting, the blonde watched as the discovered girl continued to stare up at the stage before them. Not once had the brunette turned to look her way, unnerving Brittany on whether her presence was appreciated or not. Never one to ponder too long, she faced forward as well to stare at the stage that the diva liked so much. If Rachel didn’t want her to stay, then surely the girl would have said so.
Silence easily befalls the two girls. Brittany hesitant on what to say and Rachel unsure of why the blonde had bother to find her. A few more minutes passed before one of them breaks, curious for an answer.
“There seems to be this habit of you finding me today,” Rachel briefly comments.
Brittany only seemed to smile at that before replying herself. “Well, I watch you a lot so I guess that helps.”
Unexpectedly stunned, Rachel doesn’t bother to say anymore. And Brittany doesn’t bother to push out a conversation. Things were totally fine the way they were, especially when she could see the faint blush that colored the other girl’s face. Suffice to say, Brittany was quite proud of herself. Until she remembered something of importance and began shifting around in her seat, confusing the little diva with her actions.
Not sure what else to expect, Rachel became startled when Brittany suddenly whipped out something from a brown paper bag she hadn’t noticed before.
“Wanna go halfsies with my PB&J?” the blonde asked enthusiastically before holding up the offered item inside a sandwich shaped case. In addition, a variety of baby ducks and rainbow stickers plastered all over the case easily made its way into Rachel’s sight.
Brittany only furrowed her eyebrows slightly when the girl failed to answer her question. However, the worry easily dissipates when a particular thought struck her. “Oh, don’t worry! It’s totally all vegan friendly,” she adds a moment later.
Rachel felt her mouth open slightly in surprise. However, the eagerness in Brittany’s eyes keeps her from staying stunned for too long and, smiling softly, Rachel nods her acceptance.
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With the school bell ringing, signaling the dismissal of the class, Rachel was quick to pack up her belongings as did the other students around. There wasn’t much stuff out - just the usual notebook and pencils - so she was prompt in her actions to leave. Backpack held tight in her hands, Rachel was unfortunately deterred when a voice called out to signal her attention.
“Rachel!”
Momentarily the addressed girl wondered whether she could feign ignorance and leave.
“Rachel,” the voice repeated before a hand was placed upon her right shoulder.
A chance of escape gone, the brunette could only let out a small sigh before reluctantly turning to face the person requesting her presence.
“Yes, Mr Schue?” she relented.
“If possible, I would like a word with you?” the man politely asked, although it was obvious that he expected her to stay as instructed.
Rachel stiffly nodded her agreement - best to get things over with now than later - before watching the rest of the fellow students drift out the classroom. They both waited until the door finally stayed shut after the last exit.
“Rachel, I’m worried about you,” Mr Schue began.
“Worried?” the girl simply repeats.
“Yes, I am. You’re on the Cheerios now and that’s highly unlike you,” he continued.
“Highly unlike me,” Rachel only reiterated from his last statement.
Not noticing that the girl in question has yet to actually contribute to the conversation, Mr Schue furthered his explanations. He truly believed that he’d be able to reach out to his student. And, in extension, throw a wrench into whatever plans Sue was concocting at the moment.
“I know that you wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for Sue Sylvester.” Crossing his arms, Mr Schue allowed a slight pause to enter before looking the girl in the eyes. “Tell me Rachel, what is it that she has on you? Or did she promise you something in return? You can’t trust her Rachel,” he reasoned.
Staring blankly at her Spanish teacher, Rachel couldn’t help but feel slighted. Mr Schuester may have had the best of intentions in mind but all she could hear now were insults - no matter how unintentional - belittling her abilities. The way he stated the situation described her as one that could never manage to get onto the Cheerio squad without some foul play going on behind the scenes.
Her eyes narrowing slightly, Rachel ready herself for the defending arguments that were ready to burst forth. She had never let anyone dictate the extent of her skills. And, disregarding the fact that Sue Sylvester had coerced her, Rachel Berry certainly did have the abilities and the talent to make it as a cheerleader if she so wanted.
“Whether or not I trust Coach Sylvester,” Rachel stresses the title ‘coach’ to show her (reluctant) acceptance of the woman as an instructor, “It’s my own choice. Also, to my knowledge, I can certainly attest to the fact that I have ‘the goods’ to attract the notice of a six-time consecutive winning National Championships coach!”
Mr Schue’s jaw dropped slight, simply stunned by the sudden rant.
Rachel paid no heed and swiftly turned to leave. But, just as quickly, she turned right back; her ponytail easily tossing from side to side with her turbulent actions. Apparently her rant wasn’t quite over as she had more to add.
“And need I remind you that Glee Club is not the only activity I’m in? I’m also actively involved with a multitude of other clubs. For instance, Speech Club, Mock United Nations Club, Renaissance -”
“Exactly!” Mr Schue interrupts. “You’re putting way too much on your plate and sooner or later you’re going to come apart at the seams. Sue’s probably hoping - no, waiting - for this!”
Rachel gave pause as Mr Schue did admittedly make a good point. Yet, no matter how truthful his statement, the brunette made notice a critical observation of her oh-so-concerned teacher. And it infuriated her.
“You didn’t seem all that worried when I wasn’t on Cheerios,” Rachel comments before exiting the room in a dramatic fashion, effectively ending the discussion.
A perfect storm out.
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Seeing Rachel leave Mr Schue’s classroom in a huff, Jacob strongly believed that now was the best time to confront the girl for another interview as angry people tended to let things slip. And, without their composure, Jacob could easily get the news worthy for his blog to feed the gossip hungry school.
Powerwalking over to his new destination, the bespectacled boy quickly shoved his digital tape recorder forward. With his other hand, Jacob held up the index cards he recently made with the prewritten notes and questions.
“Seems like Quinn and Santana feel threatened by your presence in the Cheerios. How are you going to handle their opposition?” he questioned right away.
Rachel only brushed past him, quite intent to ignore his presence. No matter, her actions only spurred him on. And, keeping up with the girl’s suddenly long strides, Jacob attempted to match Rachel step for step.
“Will you be quitting Glee Club to become a full-time Cheerio?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Rachel answers dismissively, giving Jacob his first real comment for the interview.
Fumbling in his steps after turning a corner, the afro boy tried desperately to follow along the hurried pace set by the girl.
“Some people say that you’ve got some sort of dirt on Miss Sylvester. Is this true? Or does she have something on you? Can you attest to either of these rumors?”
Jacob barely had time to react, much less flinch, as he soon found himself pressed up against a wall. In front, Rachel stood aggressively with a hand angrily fisted in his shirt. Eying his sudden change of surroundings, Jacob noticed that they were far from any prying eyes making the moment all the more precious towards the continuing existence of his life. The boy never felt more turned on and frightened all at once.
“Listen here and listen well. I don’t appreciate being poked and prodded at like some sort of newly discovered species in a zoo exhibit,” Rachel began in a lowered, harsh voice.
Jacob only fervently nodded his understanding.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at his interruption, promptly all movements to cease with the bespectacled boy. “I suggest you leave me alone,” she warned through gritted teeth before pressing down slightly on a quivering chest, “Now.”
Jacob only gulped before momentarily eying the backpack Rachel held in her other hand, wondering if she was going to whack him with the probably book-filled item. He dumbly nods once in fright before letting out a stuttered ‘okay’. The moment Rachel lets go of his shirt Jacob scurried off.
After turning a few select corners, Jacob immediately ran behind some rows of lockers and flattened his back against the wall. He waited some precious minutes before sticking his head out to check the hallways for the appearance of a specific brunette. Believing the diva residing outside the immediate vicinity, Jacob let out a huge breath and wiped the accumulated sweat off his forehead.
That previous moment he shared with Rachel was the most intimidating and hottest experience of his life. He had almost fainted at the almost nonexistent distance between them during the entire encounter. It was heaven the way Rachel acknowledged his existence and became so domineering. He liked his women fierce and Rachel had certainly become fiercer in recent times.
“So hot,” Jacob whines pathetically before rushing off to the nearest restroom.
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The silence was unnerving as was the woman sitting across from her. Taking in a steady breath, Rachel resisted the urge to drum her fingers, tap her foot, or anything that would distract from the situation she found herself in once again. The abhorrent ticking from the clock sitting on the desk only alerted her to the extent of how time had actually passed since she entered. However, Rachel managed to keep her composure; she couldn’t very well burst out into hysterics over nothing, as nothing has yet to occur.
After a few more obnoxious ticking from the clock, Rachel mentally expressed relief when the other occupant in the room spoke.
“You have a Glee Club meeting today.”
“I know,” Rachel replies promptly, her answer short and curt.
“Think you can handle it?”
Rachel didn’t answer. Not because she couldn’t, but because she wasn’t given the time. Before the girl could respond with an adequate answer, the Cheerio coach had spoken up once more.
“Here,” the woman began before rummaging in her desk drawer and tossing an item out at the brunette, “Just thought you might like the original back.”
With quick reflexes, Rachel easily caught the flung object and promptly looks the small item over. The recognition is instantaneous as she realizes what exactly she was holding.
Sue only chuckled when she notices the slight confusion apparent on the girl’s face. “Don’t worry. I‘ve made plenty of copies and backup copies. So you can have yours back,” she answers before effectively dismissing her guest with a single gesture.
Rachel only nods faintly before getting up and out of the office. Once outside, she looks down at the tiny, clear case she held. By itself the case was nothing but the memory card held inside meant everything.
Closing her hand, the brunette tightens her hold over the returned item before heading towards her locker. She contemplated whether to have the memory card’s contents deleted or not. But one thing was for sure: she could not let this fall into someone else’s hands again.
People already thought she was a freak. This memory card would only cement it.
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Pausing, Rachel took in a deep breath before calming her nerves. The day was already filled with various encounters - no surprise there - and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Tilting her head slightly, the brunette spied through the small vertical window the number of Glee Clubbers already inside the music room. Usually she was always the first arrival; obviously this wasn’t going to be the case today as the entirety of Glee Club was already residing within.
The diva could already feel the stress levels beginning to build once more.
Squaring her shoulders, Rachel opened the door and confidently strolled in. It was time to face the music - pun definitely intended. And with a smile, she greeted the others as usual and took a seat nearest to the front. Again, her actions were of typical Rachel Berry fashion. The only difference was that she happened to be a part of the Cheerios now and was wearing the familiar red and white outfit. Smoothing out the front of her skirt, Rachel did her best to ignore the outright gawking from some of the members of Glee Club.
The silence lasted but a few seconds.
“You look nice Rachel.”
Although the tall shadow looming over her was a huge hint, Rachel looked up to see Finn standing slightly hunched with his hands in his pockets. The boy’s gangly height was made all the more pronounced with her already short stature being seated. But despite the (no doubt) awkward scene, Finn still presented her with one of those half-smiles of his.
“Thank you Finn,” she begins before glancing over the boy’s own outfit. An unbuttoned plaid shirt with a white tee and blue jeans completed his usual attire. “You look adequate as well,” she finishes before facing towards the front once again.
“Umm… thanks?” the quarterback accepts, mildly confused. It was obvious that the boy was struggling with whether the use of the word ‘adequate’ implied a positive connotation or not. Luckily, Finn didn’t spend too much time pondering before shuffling off back to his original seat by Quinn.
The blonde didn’t hesitate to lash out, directly smacking him at his midsection with the back of her right hand.
Falling back in his chair some, Finn immediately brought up his arms to block any more incoming blows. “Ow! What was that for?” he sputtered out, worried whether or not Quinn was going to hit him again. Or worse, that Santana who happened to sit nearby was going to join in on the unexpected attack.
Continuing to look at his girlfriend in confusion, Finn only furrowed his eyebrows further when Quinn aimed a particularly harsh ‘don’t be an idiot’ remark at him. There was a pause as Finn’s mouth dropped partially in thought; the tiny gears in the quarterback’s head beginning to work at a pace most convenient for him.
Santana merely rolled her eyes, sufficiently glad she didn’t have to deal with this oaf on a daily basis like Quinn did. The girl really got the short end of the stick picking Finn Hudson to stand in as the other half of McKinley’s supposed ‘power couple’. Whatever floats her boat.
“I was just giving her a compliment. Don’t girls like that?” Finn questioned, a bit hesitant on whether that was the right response or not.
Santana’s scoff was a huge indication that it was not.
“Ahem!”
The sound of someone clearing their throat - in a rather obvious fashion - catches everyone’s attention. And, as Kurt stood to smooth out the front of his Marc Jacobs jacket, the culprit of the small interruption was easily pinpointed. It wasn’t long before he spoke out with his own commentaries.
“As much as I’d love to watch your little lovers’ spat,” the boy pauses slightly to walk down the small step in front of his chair, “There are more important matters to discuss.” Without fail, Kurt headed towards the notable Cheerio that had recently caused an uproar in McKinley High.
Rachel’s muscles tensed slightly in wait for the expected confrontation.
“If you were looking for attention Rachel,” the effeminate boy began before eyeing Rachel’s new but familiar outfit, “Then you’ve certainly got it.”
Rachel only huffed, rather unamused with the familiar accusation. Just because she regularly spoke about her Broadway dreams didn’t exactly meant she’d crave attention like some sort of crack addict. Her only requirement was that her audience gave her the full attention she deserved whenever she performed. It was only common courtesy. Besides, Rachel knew her talents would always capture people’s attention. Although, at this point in her life, most of the attention seemed to land more on the negative spectrum of things.
“That is absolutely not the case,” the future Broadway star stated firmly.
“Really? Then please enlighten us,” another voice skeptically adds in.
Turning her head towards the two ascending rows behind her, Rachel observes Mercedes arching an eyebrow with arms firmly crossed. In addition, the larger girl had moved up in her seat, ready to jump up and defend her boy should the need arise.
Rachel tried not to fault the two gossip moguls. She’d easily fit into their shoes should the situation be reversed.
Taking a subtle glance around the room, Rachel noted the undivided attention of her audience - even the ones that tried to subtly hide their interest. She momentarily locked eyes with Mr Schue, who had crossed his arms and leaned back against the piano, effectively staying out of the conversation unless things got out of hand. Rachel would have liked to believe that he was perhaps letting her state her side of the story. Deep down, however, she knew Mr Schue was only trying to figure out the angle of Sue Sylvester’s newest scheme to break apart the Glee Club.
And, quite frankly, Rachel wasn’t the least bit worried. This was simply one of those moments where her constantly honed acting abilities were brought to great use. No one - absolutely no one - would disregard her performance; she had that much faith in her talents. Let’s not forget that Mr Sandy Ryerson was no longer the Glee Club director.
“I’m simply expanding my repertoire,” Rachel begins, legs crossing and hands folding. “I do plan to be a triple threat you know; not only excelling in music but in theater and dance as well. And although it may not seem like it, the Cheerios do go through rigorous exercises that keep them quite fluid and limber. I hope to achieve the same level of flexibility each Cheerio no doubt has achieved under Sue’s tutelage,” Rachel reasoned.
But of course, people still believed what they wanted to believe.
“Spare us the garbage Rachel and tell us the truth,” Artie comments as he wheeled himself forward. “You’re just hoping that the popularity would rub off on you.”
“Like that would ever happen,” Santana muttered. Although it was mainly spoken to herself a majority of the Gleeks still managed to hear the Latina’s snide remark.
Any further comments were halted, however, when Brittany - sitting next to Santana per usual, though reluctantly this day - decided to join the conversation.
“It’s obvious why Rachel joined the Cheerio,” the tall blonde mentions in general.
Everyone’s heads practically swerved as one to look at the girl expectantly, Rachel included; a few chairs even squeaked at the abrupt motion. They all wondered what the dancer’s insight was.
Silence blanketed the room for a few seconds before Brittany spoke again.
“We’re hot. She’s hot. And together we’re just hotness personified,” she explained as if the answer was the most obvious of all.
Everyone’s mind seemed to have short-circuited for the moment as they tried to comprehend what exactly Brittany had just declared so confidently. Rachel was the first to react - though it wasn’t much of one - when she let her mouth fall open oh so slightly.
The multitude of delayed reactions worked to Brittany’s advantage as she continued with her totally valid - in her mind - explanation. “But it’s mainly because the Cheerios are hot. That’s why Rachel joined,” she concluded with a nod of her head.
Nothing could have conveyed the variety of emotions felt by the rest of Brittany’s statement.
Rachel only opens and closes her mouth a few times, not quite sure what to say or how exactly to respond. Luckily, no one notices the little diva’s stupor as everyone else didn’t fare any better.
Oddly enough, however, it was Puck who managed to coherently react before the rest.
“Right on,” Puck agrees before turning to high five Brittany, who was in the seat next to him. “I totally don’t mind seeing Rachel in those Cheerio skirts,” a slight pause follow as his attention focuses on said girl, “But then again, I’m fine with seeing you out of them as well.” The Mohawk boy did a nod before giving the brunette a wink and a grin.
Santana, as well as a few others, tried not to gag at the blatant one-sided flirting being displayed before them.
Rachel, as per usual, moved to voice her outrage at the obviously lewd suggestion. “Noah! I will not -”
Her words are thwarted from completion by way of Brittany’s hand promptly smacking Puck at the back of his head. “Don’t talk about her like that,” the tall blonde remarked before Mr Schue decided it was time to interrupt.
“Moving on!” the man began before motioning towards the white board. “Does anyone have any suggestions for sectionals?”
It was obvious that Mr Schue was attempting to stray away from the previous conversation but no one complained. Eagerly, everyone else was going along with the opening Mr Schue had provided. That last conversation was getting a bit weird. Rachel Berry, hot?
No one notices the look Brittany sent Puck’s way and the boy shrinking back in response.
Some time later during the middle of Glee’s discussion for song selections and the chosen singers, Rachel became contemplative in her own thoughts; most revolving around a particular blonde. Biting her lower lip, she discreetly turned to catch a glimpse at the not-so-far-away dancer. Rachel was only greeted with an immediate wink; the blonde obviously didn’t mind being caught staring. Blushing slightly, Rachel quickly faced forward once more trying to shake the feeling of Brittany’s eyes on her.
The talented dancer’s earlier declaration in the auditorium suddenly marched to the forefront of her mind.
Her thoughts had halted abruptly but, no matter, Rachel was able to continue with her earlier reflection. It was kind of nice to have someone in her corner for once.
And the quick beating of her heart hinted at something that she wasn’t quite ready to understand yet.
-End Chapter Three-
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Chp 4
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A/N: Holy macaroni! Longest chapter ever written by me.
Anyhow, lots of Brittany-Rachel interaction in this one. I hope no one minds this situation too much. Though there was that little bit of Faberry - miniscule really - more so by the amount of Brittberry that practically engulfed this entire chapter.
So much drama in one day. To think, this is only Rachel’s second day as a Cheerio.
And, just to be clear, Rachel doesn’t have anything extra going on down there. Besides, I’d be way too embarrassed to be writing something like that.