Not Just Summer Love [4/5]
Title: Not Just Summer Love
Author: gabbie217
Rating: PG-13 [R for last chapter]
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Summer love ends when summer does, right?
A/N: I meant to have this up ages ago. Eh, whatever :]
Rachel smiled as yet another boquet of roses were delivered to her. Some had been from other students, while most were from Santana. Her attempts at placating Rachel were amusing. Did the Latina really think Rachel's forgiveness could be bought? And with roses? No. Her sins so to speak required a much different and higher price.
A total of 6 boys had asked Rachel out when she wore the Britney outfit. Today over 26 boys and girls had begged her to go out with them. That number was rising at a steady rate. Minute by minute brought new text messages, new notes tossed her way, and more pointed stares. Rachel wasn't sure how they had even got her number. Until this past hour only 18 people had known her number. Her fathers, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Tina, Kurt, Artie, Finn, Puck, Mr. Schue, her doctor, her dentist, and all 4 teachers who taught her dance classes, vocal training, self-defense and knitting class. But now it seemed the whole school knew her number. All because of a stupid uniform. She was still flattered though.
Quinn said the number was so low because people were now afraid of her. They thought she was truly on the squad. And that meant not only did she have the keys to the three top girls hearts, but also the key to the rest of the school. She could take revenge should she so desire. Rachel thought that was stupid. Why would she change who she was because she put on a cheerleading outfit? Rachel changed clothes, not personalities.
Going to the bathroom 5 minutes before class ended insured that Rachel would get to Brittany's class in time to walk her to her next period. Rachel wasn't going to take any risks with Brittany. If those 4 football players were brave enough to take them on, who knew who else was up to the challenge. And Rachel wouldn't stand for anyone else hurting Brittany.
A freshamn yelped and fled from the restroom when Rachel walked in. "I'm sorry!" the girl squeaked.
Staring after her, Rachel contemplated the risk of going naked the rest of the day. She didn't want to give people heart attacks when it wasn't necessary. When she walked down the halls that were just beginning to flood with students, Rachel had to remind herself to keep her chin up as the crowds parted for her like they did with other cheerleaders. The looks of awe, envy, and fear were now being directed at her as well. Which, Rachel had to admit, were a nice change from the looks of disgust she'd been getting lately.
"Berry!" Sue barked out.
Rachel gulped. "Yes Coach?"
"Come down to my office. If you're going to wear that uniform, it needs to be fitted properly."
"Uh, I'm just wearing it for today. There's really no need..."
"There is. You're on the squad. See, I need a flyer, and for our next competition, we're doing a 3-D pyramid, and I need a girl on top. You're perfect for that."
"I'm sorry. But I must decline."
"It wasn't an offer. Now I'll see you after school." With that, Sue strode off leaving a very speechless Rachel Berry behind.
"Oh my gosh Ray! We heard everything! This is great!" Brittany appeared from behind a locker, jumping up and down.
Quinn stepped out from behind a huge boy, a grin on her face. "You're a cheerleader!"
"With all four of us at top, no one will mess with us!" Brittany squealed.
"What's going on?" Santana asked cautiously as she came up.
Rachel suprised her by flinging herself into Santana's arms. "I'm on the squad!!"
"Seriously?" Santana demanded. She kissed Rachel's forhead. "Congrats Ray. This is awesome!"
"After school, and after sexy-times, we can teach you how to be mean. And how to ignore people. And the slushy nod!" Brittany said seriously.
"No. No slushy nod. I've been on the other end of those, it sucks. I'm not about to deliver any!" Rachel protested.
"Sorry Ray." Quinn said a little sadly. "It's litterally apart of being a Cheerio. It's like, regulation."
Santana added, "No one accepts, listens or respects you unless you order or deliver a slushy. the more you send the more respected you are. Bonus points for ordering Dumpster Tosses."
Rachel sighed, Brittany echoing it.
"We don't really like it either," the blonde whispered.
The bell rang, signaling they were late.
"Shoot." Rachel exclaimed.
"Relax. You're on the squad. They can't give you detention. Just give 'em The Quinn Look." Santana said soothingly.
"Yeah- wait. What is 'The Quinn Look?'" Quinn demanded.
Her three girlfriends raised one eye brow, giving her a look of pure disdain.
Quinn looked startled. "Is that really what I look like?"
"Sometimes. But this is what you look like when you're screaming my name." Brittany adopted a sultry-porn-star look.
Laughing, Quinn told her to get to class.
"Oh, and Santana dear!" Rachel called after the Latina. "You're still in trouble."
Santana paled.
When Brittany and Rachel walked into their science class, the teacher wheezed, "Miss Berry, I will not tolerate lateness in my classroom. I think a week of detention will teach you to be more-"
Rachel interupted him coldly. "Is there a problem?" Her expression almost surpassed Quinn's bitchiest look.
Mr. Plume knocked over a beaker of blue water. "No. No no no. Not at all. Please don't tell Sue about this..."
"Proceed." Brittany ordered. She led Rachel over to a desk, giving her a small smile when no one was looking. They had passed the test. Or rather, Rachel had.
**
Sue circled Rachel, examining her closely. "I think only one tanning a month should work. We definately need to get you to a Spa. I'll make an appointment for this Saturday. Tomorrow though I expect your hair will be in a pony tail. Have Q show you the proper way to do one. You seem to be in good shape, so no diet plan is needed. But no more 'I'm Sorry' cookies."
Rachel looked suprised that the Coach knew of her cookies.
"There are no secrets." Sue said wryly. "Now, this Saturday you and your girlfriends are excused from practice, but I expect you to be there at 5 sharp unless you're dead. Got a cold? Take some medicine and come. Got the flu? Drink some flat Sprite and come. Have a fever? Bring an ice pack and come. Got an injury? Wrap it up and come."
"When you say come..." Rachel couldn't resist the joke Sue had set herself up for.
The corner of Sue's mouth twitched. "Berry, you're a funny one. Now get the hell out of my office! Both of you!"
Rachel and the Tailor hurried out.
**
"Daddy! Dad! I'm home!" Rachel shouted, dumping her pack-pack and her new sports bag on the floor by the coat tree.
"How was school?" John called out automatically.
"You won't believe the day I had!" Rachel laughed darkly as she examined her reflection in the mirror. Her lip looked horrible, her hands felt awful, and her eye looked like she painted a circle around it. If the uniform didn't give her fathers a heart attack, her appearance surely would.
Eric looked up smiling when Rachel came into the kitchen. Then he took in her lip, her face, her hands, and finally her clothes. "Uh, John, look at our daughter."
"Hmm?" John looked up, then smiled. "Oh honey, when did you become a cheerleader?"
"Right now I'm more worried about her lips, eyes, and hands. What happened?" Eric was smiling slightly at his husband. John could be so unobservant. Noticing only the blaringly obvious.
"Oh. Right. How's the other girl look?" John grinned.
Eric rolled his eyes.
"Um. I didn't get in a fight with a girl... more like four boys."
John and Eric leapt up, very serious now.
"A guy beat you up?" Eric asked angrily.
"More like I beat them up and they got a few lucky punches," Rachel said quickly. Trying to make it seem not as bad as it had been.
"Explain." John said tightly.
"These four guys called Britt the R word. And they egged us! Because we wouldn't make-out for them. So I... took action." Rachel shrugged, anger sparking in her eyes at the memory.
Cracking his knuckles, Eric growled. "I think I need to pay these boys a visit."
"No need Dad. San, Noah, Finn, and Mike took care of it."
John and Eric relaxed, but just barely. They knew Santana and Puck's methods quite well, and it pleased them that those two had took care of things, but they were still furious. Eric still wanted to go talk to them, but John talked him out of it.
"Now explain the uniform."
Rachel explained that Kurt couldn't find anything else for her to wear, and how coach had put her on the squad since she needed a tiny person.
"Hmmm. As long as your sure you want to do this, and as long as your Dad is okay with it as well, I am too." John smiled.
Eric nodded. "But isn't this the lady who wants to bring the glee club down so she can have more money?"
"Yeah. She think the money we use should go to her funds."
"I'm sure we can work something out..." John commented. He reached for his checkbook. "Why don't you go work on your homework why your father and I look into our budget to see what we can come up with?"
"Thanks Daddy. Is it okay if the girls come over?"
"Of course. You know tonight is date night right? We'll be heading out to dinner around 5:30. Is that alright? We'll leave money for dinner." John looked up worried it wouldn't be okay.
Inside Rachel was beaming. This was just too perfect. "Yeah, no Daddy it's fine. We can just order dinner then watch a movie... or something."
If only her fathers knew what the 'or something' meant...
Author: gabbie217
Rating: PG-13 [R for last chapter]
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Summer love ends when summer does, right?
A/N: I meant to have this up ages ago. Eh, whatever :]
Rachel smiled as yet another boquet of roses were delivered to her. Some had been from other students, while most were from Santana. Her attempts at placating Rachel were amusing. Did the Latina really think Rachel's forgiveness could be bought? And with roses? No. Her sins so to speak required a much different and higher price.
A total of 6 boys had asked Rachel out when she wore the Britney outfit. Today over 26 boys and girls had begged her to go out with them. That number was rising at a steady rate. Minute by minute brought new text messages, new notes tossed her way, and more pointed stares. Rachel wasn't sure how they had even got her number. Until this past hour only 18 people had known her number. Her fathers, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Tina, Kurt, Artie, Finn, Puck, Mr. Schue, her doctor, her dentist, and all 4 teachers who taught her dance classes, vocal training, self-defense and knitting class. But now it seemed the whole school knew her number. All because of a stupid uniform. She was still flattered though.
Quinn said the number was so low because people were now afraid of her. They thought she was truly on the squad. And that meant not only did she have the keys to the three top girls hearts, but also the key to the rest of the school. She could take revenge should she so desire. Rachel thought that was stupid. Why would she change who she was because she put on a cheerleading outfit? Rachel changed clothes, not personalities.
Going to the bathroom 5 minutes before class ended insured that Rachel would get to Brittany's class in time to walk her to her next period. Rachel wasn't going to take any risks with Brittany. If those 4 football players were brave enough to take them on, who knew who else was up to the challenge. And Rachel wouldn't stand for anyone else hurting Brittany.
A freshamn yelped and fled from the restroom when Rachel walked in. "I'm sorry!" the girl squeaked.
Staring after her, Rachel contemplated the risk of going naked the rest of the day. She didn't want to give people heart attacks when it wasn't necessary. When she walked down the halls that were just beginning to flood with students, Rachel had to remind herself to keep her chin up as the crowds parted for her like they did with other cheerleaders. The looks of awe, envy, and fear were now being directed at her as well. Which, Rachel had to admit, were a nice change from the looks of disgust she'd been getting lately.
"Berry!" Sue barked out.
Rachel gulped. "Yes Coach?"
"Come down to my office. If you're going to wear that uniform, it needs to be fitted properly."
"Uh, I'm just wearing it for today. There's really no need..."
"There is. You're on the squad. See, I need a flyer, and for our next competition, we're doing a 3-D pyramid, and I need a girl on top. You're perfect for that."
"I'm sorry. But I must decline."
"It wasn't an offer. Now I'll see you after school." With that, Sue strode off leaving a very speechless Rachel Berry behind.
"Oh my gosh Ray! We heard everything! This is great!" Brittany appeared from behind a locker, jumping up and down.
Quinn stepped out from behind a huge boy, a grin on her face. "You're a cheerleader!"
"With all four of us at top, no one will mess with us!" Brittany squealed.
"What's going on?" Santana asked cautiously as she came up.
Rachel suprised her by flinging herself into Santana's arms. "I'm on the squad!!"
"Seriously?" Santana demanded. She kissed Rachel's forhead. "Congrats Ray. This is awesome!"
"After school, and after sexy-times, we can teach you how to be mean. And how to ignore people. And the slushy nod!" Brittany said seriously.
"No. No slushy nod. I've been on the other end of those, it sucks. I'm not about to deliver any!" Rachel protested.
"Sorry Ray." Quinn said a little sadly. "It's litterally apart of being a Cheerio. It's like, regulation."
Santana added, "No one accepts, listens or respects you unless you order or deliver a slushy. the more you send the more respected you are. Bonus points for ordering Dumpster Tosses."
Rachel sighed, Brittany echoing it.
"We don't really like it either," the blonde whispered.
The bell rang, signaling they were late.
"Shoot." Rachel exclaimed.
"Relax. You're on the squad. They can't give you detention. Just give 'em The Quinn Look." Santana said soothingly.
"Yeah- wait. What is 'The Quinn Look?'" Quinn demanded.
Her three girlfriends raised one eye brow, giving her a look of pure disdain.
Quinn looked startled. "Is that really what I look like?"
"Sometimes. But this is what you look like when you're screaming my name." Brittany adopted a sultry-porn-star look.
Laughing, Quinn told her to get to class.
"Oh, and Santana dear!" Rachel called after the Latina. "You're still in trouble."
Santana paled.
When Brittany and Rachel walked into their science class, the teacher wheezed, "Miss Berry, I will not tolerate lateness in my classroom. I think a week of detention will teach you to be more-"
Rachel interupted him coldly. "Is there a problem?" Her expression almost surpassed Quinn's bitchiest look.
Mr. Plume knocked over a beaker of blue water. "No. No no no. Not at all. Please don't tell Sue about this..."
"Proceed." Brittany ordered. She led Rachel over to a desk, giving her a small smile when no one was looking. They had passed the test. Or rather, Rachel had.
**
Sue circled Rachel, examining her closely. "I think only one tanning a month should work. We definately need to get you to a Spa. I'll make an appointment for this Saturday. Tomorrow though I expect your hair will be in a pony tail. Have Q show you the proper way to do one. You seem to be in good shape, so no diet plan is needed. But no more 'I'm Sorry' cookies."
Rachel looked suprised that the Coach knew of her cookies.
"There are no secrets." Sue said wryly. "Now, this Saturday you and your girlfriends are excused from practice, but I expect you to be there at 5 sharp unless you're dead. Got a cold? Take some medicine and come. Got the flu? Drink some flat Sprite and come. Have a fever? Bring an ice pack and come. Got an injury? Wrap it up and come."
"When you say come..." Rachel couldn't resist the joke Sue had set herself up for.
The corner of Sue's mouth twitched. "Berry, you're a funny one. Now get the hell out of my office! Both of you!"
Rachel and the Tailor hurried out.
**
"Daddy! Dad! I'm home!" Rachel shouted, dumping her pack-pack and her new sports bag on the floor by the coat tree.
"How was school?" John called out automatically.
"You won't believe the day I had!" Rachel laughed darkly as she examined her reflection in the mirror. Her lip looked horrible, her hands felt awful, and her eye looked like she painted a circle around it. If the uniform didn't give her fathers a heart attack, her appearance surely would.
Eric looked up smiling when Rachel came into the kitchen. Then he took in her lip, her face, her hands, and finally her clothes. "Uh, John, look at our daughter."
"Hmm?" John looked up, then smiled. "Oh honey, when did you become a cheerleader?"
"Right now I'm more worried about her lips, eyes, and hands. What happened?" Eric was smiling slightly at his husband. John could be so unobservant. Noticing only the blaringly obvious.
"Oh. Right. How's the other girl look?" John grinned.
Eric rolled his eyes.
"Um. I didn't get in a fight with a girl... more like four boys."
John and Eric leapt up, very serious now.
"A guy beat you up?" Eric asked angrily.
"More like I beat them up and they got a few lucky punches," Rachel said quickly. Trying to make it seem not as bad as it had been.
"Explain." John said tightly.
"These four guys called Britt the R word. And they egged us! Because we wouldn't make-out for them. So I... took action." Rachel shrugged, anger sparking in her eyes at the memory.
Cracking his knuckles, Eric growled. "I think I need to pay these boys a visit."
"No need Dad. San, Noah, Finn, and Mike took care of it."
John and Eric relaxed, but just barely. They knew Santana and Puck's methods quite well, and it pleased them that those two had took care of things, but they were still furious. Eric still wanted to go talk to them, but John talked him out of it.
"Now explain the uniform."
Rachel explained that Kurt couldn't find anything else for her to wear, and how coach had put her on the squad since she needed a tiny person.
"Hmmm. As long as your sure you want to do this, and as long as your Dad is okay with it as well, I am too." John smiled.
Eric nodded. "But isn't this the lady who wants to bring the glee club down so she can have more money?"
"Yeah. She think the money we use should go to her funds."
"I'm sure we can work something out..." John commented. He reached for his checkbook. "Why don't you go work on your homework why your father and I look into our budget to see what we can come up with?"
"Thanks Daddy. Is it okay if the girls come over?"
"Of course. You know tonight is date night right? We'll be heading out to dinner around 5:30. Is that alright? We'll leave money for dinner." John looked up worried it wouldn't be okay.
Inside Rachel was beaming. This was just too perfect. "Yeah, no Daddy it's fine. We can just order dinner then watch a movie... or something."
If only her fathers knew what the 'or something' meant...