Just Call Me Charlie [2/2]
Title: Just Call Me Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Author: gabbie217
Pairings: Rachel/Charlie
Summary: "Guys! I have reason to believe that Charlie Sheen's new goddess is none other then Rachel Berry."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Spoiler Alert: None.
Author's Note: This was going to be an Achele fic, but it would be too obvious. Since everyone knows Charlie is Dianna's nickname.
PS: Charlie does not = Quinn's Twin Charlotte.
"Kurt!" Mercedes exclaimed. "What're you doing here?"
"Get everyone into the choir room. I have something you all need to hear." Kurt ordered.
When everyone was gathered -minus Rachel of course- Kurt brought out the tape he had put the evidence on with a flourish. "Prepare," he said dramatically. "To be amazed. Or disgusted."
Sitting up straighter, everyone looked on curiously.
Pressing play, Kurt sat down and waited.
"Charlie, please," Rachel said. "Right this way miss. He's been expecting you." "I know. I got held up at home." "Thank you." Rachel said softly. She closed the door. Static. Rachel moaned. "Say my name," Charlie growled. "Say my name Rachel." Charlie!" Rachel panted. "Oh god yes! Charlie! Right there!"
The tape ended.
"Is there more?" Puck asked hopefully.
"No," Kurt frowned. "I'm not looking to make a sex tape. I just wanted to prove Rachel is indeed Charlie's newest goddess."
"You look like a ghost," Brittany told Quinn.
Everyone looked at the blonde. She did look a little pale.
"How did you get those tapes?" Quinn asked in a raspy voice.
"I bugged the rooms and podium," Kurt said smugly.
"Did you get video?" Quinn asked faintly.
Kurt shook his head. "You think I should?"
"Yes!" Puck said eagerly.
"No!" Quinn snapped at the same time. "I don't have time to play with Berry's life. I'm out." Quinn stalked out.
Brittany began whispering to Santana, looking severe. The Latina gulped, then crossed her heart in a promise. The two linked pinkies and hurried away.
"Crazy ex-cheerleaders," Mercedes muttered.
**
"Can I help you?" Rachel asked with a frown. This was the 10th time in the past five minutes she had caught one of her glee mates staring at her.
Puck just winked and turned his attention back to Mr. Schuester.
Feeling the back of her neck prickle, Rachel turned and saw Artie and Mercedes examinging her, Mike and Tina staring openly at her, and Finn gawking at her. "WHAT?" Rachel demanded, throwing her hands in the air. "Do I have something on my face??"
"Are you really one of Charlie's goddess'?" Artie blurted out.
The room went dead silent. Mr. Schuester even fell quiet.
"Rachel gasped. Her eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, and her cheeks whiter then a sheet.
"Don't even try and deny it," Mercedes said. "We have proof."
"Rachel," Mr. Schuster began, looking concerned and serious. "I think we should take this to the principal and the authorities."
"But- But-" Rachel stuttered.
"You're underage Rachel." Mr. Schue said firmly. "This is illegal."
I'm not though!" she said weakly.
"We have you on tape crying out Charlie's name." Sam said.
Her cheeks flooding with color, Rachel looked around the room desperately. "I'm not a whore. I'm not with Charlie Sheen. You've got the wrong girl."
"Are you going to make us play the tape?" Tina questioned softly.
"No!" Rachel cried. "Fine! I'll tell you everything."
Only Brittany noticed the way Quinn stiffened.
"I go to the club to meet with somone. Yes. That much is true. But not Charlie Sheen. I meet my... Uh, friend. I don't think I can divulge any more information, but I can assure you. I am not one of Charlie Sheen's sex toys."
"How do we know you're not lying?" Finn demanded.
"I think you should tell everything Rachel," Quinn spoke up.
Rachel licked her lips nervously. "I go there to meet my secret girlfriend. We use the private rooms so no one will find out about us. But in order to clear my name of the silly accusation of being a whore, I will divulge who she is. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my girlfriend of three months, Quinn Fabray."
All heads swiveled towards Quinn.
The blonde's cheeks went a little pink. Then she winked at them. "But you can call me Charlie."
"Told you," Brittany said smugly to Santana, who grudgingly placed a twenty into Brittany's hand.