She's Got My Heart [6/?]
Title: She's Got My Heart
Author: gabbie217 & bloodxfuck
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Rachel/Brittany/Santana; Quinn/Finn; Eventual Rachel/Brittany/Santana/Quinn
Summary: Quinn's world and sexuality are turned upside down when three damaged foster-home girls enter her life. Can she save them?
Spoiler Alert: None. AU.
Author's Note: This was written in an RP so it may be rough. And sexytimes will happen so be warned
Day two was a little better than day one. Apart from the fact that Brittany got hit full in the face by a volleyball in P.E, spiked by a girl who might find her gym locker filled with dirty socks later, no one had been giving them a hard time.
It really sucked that showering was a requirement for gym. And to make things worse, Santana and Brittany had gone to the nurse's office without Rachel. If she found out who had hit the volleyball that knocked Brittany out... And that stupid P.E teacher. What the fuck was her deal? Only letting one person out of class to take B to the nurse? Rachel and Santana had done a swift rock, paper, scissors when their arguments fell on deaf ears.
Rachel resorted to the second best energy releaser: singing. The first being sexy time with her girls. But thanks to a certain teacher, that was not a possibility.
Selecting a classic from the Broadway show Wicked, Rachel began singing about defying gravity. The further into the song she got, the louder she became. Hey, bathroom acoustics are amazing.
After a while the back of Rachel's neck prickled. She squinted, trying to see through the haze of the steam. She thought she saw a flash of blonde hair. "B?" she called out hesitantly. When there was no reply, Rachel quickly shut the water off and reached for her towel. This was the last time she was showering alone. Who knew who was hiding there behind the steam...
Quinn had showered and dressed quickly after gym. She was tugging her hair back to put into a ponytail when she realised she'd left her hairband in the showers. She sighed and ignored the chatter of the girls in the changing rooms to walk into the misty showers. Her hairband was around the shower head where she'd hung it.
Freezing as a song met her ears, Quinn listened. It took her a moment to realise someone was singing; at first she'd thought it was playing on a stereo. The voice was beautiful. Strong and confident and happy. Quinn looked around the showers and spotted Rachel in the end stall, the top of her head visible over the shower wall.
Quinn stood there a while longer before her stomach started to twist into knots. She backed out of the showers as quickly as she could.
The uncomfortable feeling in Quinn's stomach went away after a little while. Most of the girls cleared out of the changing rooms, leaving Quinn and just a few stragglers. The blonde sat down on the bench in front of her gym locker and laced up her tennis shoes, thinking.
Rachel had an amazing voice, and as a member of the glee she had to think about what was best for the club. And maybe she was being a little selfish when she made her decision. Quinn walked over to the bulletin board by the door and took the glee sign-up sheet down, going over to Rachel's locker and taping it on the front.
She took a pen from her bag and scrawled on the bottom, You're good. Sign up. Quinn left it anonymous and hurried out of the locker room.
Santana tapped her foot on the floor in the nurse's office while Brittany sat in a chair and waited for the nurse. "Are you sure you're okay?" Santana asked Brittany again. She had a red mark on her cheek where the volleyball had hit her, and Santana had to know for sure that she wasn't holding anything in.
Smiling as brightly as she could, Brittany tried to reassure her girlfriend that she was okay. The nurse gave her a Tylenol pill and an ice pack and sent them on their way.
Brittany allowed Santana to open the door. She jumped slightly when she was met with the tall coach lady from the day before. But she calmly eyed the woman up and down before making to move past her.
"I'm going to stop you right there," the lady spoke loudly. "You're in luck, lesbiladies. I have decided to allow you to join the Cheerios."
Brittany looked at her incredulously before glancing at Santana as if to say um, what the hell?
Her expression turning quizzical, Santana raised an eyebrow at the coach. "Cheerleaders?" she said derisively. "Are you serious right now?"
Rolling her eyes, Brittany pulled Santana away from the coach. She didn't like arrogant people. Arrogance got you hated or killed. Either way, one often led to the other. So there was no way Brittany would let her girlfriends be apart of that lady's cult, or "squad" as others called it.
"You girls would be a good boost to my squad," the coach said in a deadpan voice. "That little one you're always with is a bit too scrawny for the pyramid, but you two will do fine."
Santana looked at Brittany, unsure if this lady was for real.
"Sorry, we don't do cheerleading."
"My squad has been national champs for six years and counting," Sue retorted. "And it would give a little life to your already floundering reputations."
Maybe Brittany should take up sign language. Then she could sign: HELL NO! But until then, the blonde gave a derisive snort. Peace out, dragon lady. May Kara the bitch pay a visit to you one day.
Santana skirted around the coach, trying not to laugh. The woman was ridiculous with her tracksuit in the school colors. Santana held Brittany's hand and took out her phone as they walked away from the coach. She quickly typed a message to Rachel: B's fine, just a little sore. How was the rest of gym?
Santana paused when Sue called out after them. "If you joined, you'd rule this school at the top!"
Rachel stared at the piece of paper on her locker perplexedly. What the hell was glee club? Suspicious now, Rachel scanned the empty locker room before crumpling it up. If the sign was telling the truth and they were headed to regionals, Rachel couldn't join. They were supposed to keep a low profile so no one from their past could find them.
And what was a glee club, anyway?
After towel drying her hair and getting dressed, Rachel rushed towards the nurse's office. She needed to check on Brittany. Bounding up the stairs, Rachel gasped as she collided with a figure.
"Whoa!" a male voice said loudly. A warm, strong hand wrapped around her waist to steady her.
Rachel looked up at the boy and felt her stomach flutter. Not in a he-is-so-cute way but in more of an I-think-I-know-him way. "I'm sorry!" Rachel managed to get out as she tried not to be obvious about her examining. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the halls."
"I'm late to glee. I had to go out to my truck to get my guitar," the boy explained, gesturing to the guitar case he held in his free hand, the one not steadying Rachel.
Something about his face, and even his hairstyle, was reminding Rachel of an old friend. An old dead friend.
"Oh. What's glee club? I'm new here. My name is Rachel Lopez," Rachel said with a charming smile. She held her hand out to the boy.
"Puck," he boy replied.
Rachel frowned. "What's your real name? I can't possibly call someone Puck."
"Puck is a badass name!" Puck protested. "But," he added hastily at Rachel's scowl. "You can call me Noah. Noah Puckerman is my full name."
Rachel stilled for a second. Puckerman. Eli Puckerman. Could they… could they be related? The haircut and last name weren't exactly popular…
Her phone chirped and Rachel quickly read the text from Santana.
Great. I'll be right there. We have to talk.
"It was nice meeting you Noah. But I have a girlfriend to tend to." Rachel said quickly. She darted off before he could say another word. It'd been what, 38 minutes since she had last seen her girls?
Rachel found them talking to the lady with the short blonde hair and weird obsession with tracksuits.
"What's going on?" she asked cautiously.
Santana grinned at Rachel, a little apprehensively. Rachel would save them from this madness. Brittany was sure that her tiny girlfriend wouldn't let the stupid lady get them in her clutches. At least, Brittany hoped so.
"K. D. Lang and Melissa Etheridge have just signed up to join the Cheerios," the coach said. "And on second thought, I could always use a little one on my team. How are you with heights?"
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked slightly offended. She hated when people commented on her short stature and weight.
"How are you with heights?" the lady repeated a bit impatiently. "Because you're joining my squad."
"How are you on proper etiquette?" Rachel shot back. "Because I don't work with people who just demand things."
"Just give us a minute to talk," Santana told the coach. She beckoned her girlfriends to follow her away from Sue. The woman had made a convincing case for them to join; it's not like they'd be at McKinley long, so they wouldn't have to put up with it forever. But while they were there, it might be easier if they didn't have to deal with any more jerks like Karofsky making their lives harder.
"S, what's the deal?" Rachel asked, extremely confused. They had spent half their life making fun of cheerleaders.
"Okay, so I've noticed something about this school," Santana said quietly so Sue wouldn't overhear. "No one gives the popular kids any shit, least of all the cheerleaders. And with a coach like Sylvester, I doubt anyonewould mess with us. I know it's lame, but it might make this place at least partly tolerable."
Santana gave a shrug and added for Brittany's sake, "Besides, I haven't seen B dance in a while and I miss it." She nudged the blonde gently in the arm with her elbow and smiled.
Brittany thought for a moment. Dancing and seeing her girls in ridiculously short skirts -both of them, not just Rachel- or not. When Santana put it that way... Brittany looked up at the ceiling, slightly exasperated. Looks like she would be joining. If Rachel agreed.
"No one would bother us?" Rachel asked in an equally low voice. "S, I refuse to take grief from anyone. I've heard of her methods. They're childish and abusive. And what if she comments on… you know, my weight and… stuff."
Santana bit her lip. She'd heard the way Sue talked to the other students, too. She was mean and spiteful, and maybe she was a deal breaker. Santana sighed and looked back to the coach.
She raised her voice and said, "How badly do you want us on your squad?" Her voice was even and strong; a good bluff was better than anything. If she could act it, she could be it.
Raising her eyebrows, Sue eyed the girls for a long moment. "Why?"
"If we join, you can't be cruel to us like you are to everyone else. We're joining to stop any insults coming our way, and we won't take them from you either."
"I'm offended," Sue said. "You may not understand my teaching style, but I can guarantee that none of my Cheerios have ever committed suicide while on my team."
"See, it's weird that you're proud of that," Santana retorted. She looked back to Rachel and Brittany. "You know what, never mind. Let's just go."
Santana was still bluffing, but it was obvious Sue didn't know that.
"Wait!" Sue practically ran to get in from of them to stop them. "My head cheerleader and her, uh, second and third commands are treated differently. I really need a new head cheerleader and a new flyer and a new, uh, choreographer. I can give you an all access pass to this school. You three will be untouchable. Not even the principal will have power over you. Only I will, and that's only because someone has to. You want it and I'll make sure it's yours. Just say you'll join!"
Was this lady actually bribing them? Was she that desperate? Might as well put her out of her misery.
Brittany caught Santana's eye and gave a discreet nod. During their time in the world of gangs they had perfected the art of silent communication. No one knew they were having a conversation unless it was spoken.
Santana looked doubtful, flicking her gaze between Rachel and Brittany's faces as she thought. Sue had just handed them the whole school on a platter. She couldn't quite believe it.
"I dunno..." she said, sounding unsure. "We could give it a go. What do you think girls?" The corner of Santana's mouth quirked up slightly, barely, as she turned to her girlfriends again.
"We'll try it out. But if you don't meet my expectations," Rachel warned in her most diva-y voice. "Then we'll quit and never come back. Because remember, you sought us out. Which means you recognize the talent and appreciate the skill."
Nodding firmly, Brittany seconded everything Rachel said.
Santana linked arms with her girlfriends. "If you need us, we'll be in class," she told Sue.
"Actually," Rachel said sweetly. "We won't be going to class today. Some things are just more important. Don't you agree Mrs- what was your name again?"
The news of Noah Puckerman was actually more vital then class. If Rachel was right then she had just found Eli's son. Eli, who had instructed them on how to survive. Helped them navigate their new scary life.
Santana liked it when Rachel spoke like that, but she frowned. If Rachel said there was something more important, then she wasn't exaggerating.
Sue looked like she was chewing rocks from the expression on her face. "Right," she said. "Of course. If anyone questions where you're going, tell them to come to me."
Rachel reminded her girlfriends of Eli, though the man was always on their minds anyway, and then explained meeting Noah and finally shared her opinion. "I think Noah is Eli's son. The one Eli left to protect." Rachel said excitedly.
Brittany had thought the boy with the mohawk had looked familiar!
"Noah Puckerman?" Santana said, raising an eyebrow. What were the odds of an ally being in a place like Lima? If it was true then maybe their luck was changing. "Are you sure?"
Offended, Rachel huffed. "Of course I'm sure! I heard him with my impeccable hearing. No-ah. Puck-er-man!" Rachel coughed. "We also have to join glee. He's in that club and I know we can get in with no sweat." Rachel closed her eyes, not wanting to see her girlfriends' expressions.
Laughing as Rachel closed her eyes in preparation for the worst, Santana pecked the brunette on the lips. "Fine, I believe you," she said. "But what the fuck is a glee club?"
"I'm not exactly sure. But I know they're on their way to Regionals. And Noah had his guitar so I'm guessing it's a music club," Rachel said with a shrug. They could be watching paint dry for all she cared.
Santana shrugged. She liked music and she was a decent singer. Rachel was the one with the amazing voice. Any choir of glee club or whatever would be lucky as hell to have the girl on their team.
Letting her gaze wander, Santana noticed a flyer posted on a wall. It was a glee sign-up sheet, pointing anyone who wanted to join to Mr. Schuester. He was their Spanish teacher.
"I'm in," Santana said, smirking. "If only to see what Eli's son is like."
Twirling, Brittany grabbed her girls and pulled them close. As long as she got to dance and learn more about Eli's possible son, Brittany was so in.
Laughing, Rachel twirled around with Brittany. "I love you, B. I love you, S."
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