Stop The World [3/?]
Title: Stop The World
Author: gabbie217
Pairings: Rachel/Quinn; Brittany/Santana; Rachel, Quinn, Brittany, Santana and Puck friendship.
Rating: R [Language, alcohol and some drug use, all involving teens]
Spoilers: None for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the mistakes.
Summary: The five have a secret double life. At school, they hate each other, outside? They’re best friends.
A/N: I got the title from a Demi Lovato song… Stop The World ;]
A/N2: I can’t help but post as soon as I get them edited… haha.
-Summer before Freshman Year-
The Fab 5 walked around the halls of McKinley High with awed looks. Their orientation leader was a red head who had a mouth full of braces. She was chattering on about random facts they didn’t care about.
“When are Cheerio tryouts?” Santana interrupted the girl, whose name none of them besides Rachel had bothered to remember.
Her face fell. “You want to try out for the squad?”
Santana and Quinn snorted. “That couldn’t be the reason,” Quinn said sarcastically.
Before she could speak, the red head was tapped on the shoulder. Turning, she was met with a slushy.
A girl in a crisp Cheerios uniform smirked. “Whoops.” She turned and strode off, without a second glance at the spluttering girl.
“Are you okay, Mara?” Rachel giggled. She couldn’t help herself.
Spitting some slushy out of her mouth, Mara turned back to the group of laughing 8th graders. “Nothing I’m not used to,” she said glumly. “In answer to your earlier question, try-outs are later today at 2 pm.”
“’K bye,” Santana led the others away. “Even if she is our tour guide, we shouldn’t be seen with her.”
Mara stared after them, looking dejected. They’re five more people who will make her life hell come school time.
**
Quinn watched as Rachel signed up for the school play. She auditioned right then and there, a sweet smile on her face as she sang. No surprise, she got the role.
High school sure does work fast.
Santana, Brittany, and Quinn had tried out for the cheerleading squad. Pretending they didn’t know the coach was kind of funny, but a must. Sue didn’t want anyone to know she had a daughter, or that she had a heart. So, they acted like they didn’t know her.
“S, Q, B!” barked a cheerleader.
Quinn tore her eyes away from Rachel and hurried to the girl.
“We have a special program for promising girls,” she began with a smirk. “You can make the squad right away, but you have to do one task.”
“Name it,” Santana said instantly, with a smirk of her own.
“I want you each to take a slushy, and deliver it to the person we choose for you.”
“Consider it done,” Quinn told her.
Handing them a cup of the cold drink, the girl pointed towards the drama club table. “See that girl? The one with the brown hair?”
Quinn’s insides froze up.
“Three slushies to the face might show her that she chose the wrong table, don’t ya think?” the girl suggested slyly. She knew very well what she was asking these three freshmen to do. She knew that they were best friends with the brunette, but they had to learn sooner or later.
Neither of the girls moved a muscle. Slushy Rachel? They couldn’t, and wouldn’t…
“Do it, or you’ll never make the squad,” the cheerleader hissed before walking off.
They walked up to Rachel, shaking inside.
“Hey, Rach…” Quinn tried to get her attention.
She turned around, a huge grin on her face, “Quinn! Guess what!”
Rachel never did get to share her news, for three slushies were hurled at her face.
Choking as some of it made it into her mouth, Rachel looked up at them, hurt and confused. “Why?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“Because short stuff, we’re better then you,” the words slipped out of Quinn’s mouth before she could stop herself.
Rachel’s lower lips trembled. The crowds of high school kids were laughing, while the 8th graders looked confused. Rachel was part of the Fab 5, why was she slushied? Bursting into tears, Rachel turned and ran away.
**
“Hi honey, how was orientation?” Rachel’s dad asked when he heard her coming in.
“Daddy!” she wailed.
Both of her dad’s came running into the hallway. Skidding to a halt when they saw her dripping wet with blue and purple sticky goo, her fathers exchanged concerned looks.
“Baby, what happened?” Eric, her daddy, asked.
“She- they- slushied me!” Rachel choked out.
Another look was exchanged. “Who?” John, her dad, prodded gently.
“QUINN!” Rachel cried. She ran up to her room to go clean herself up.
Eric and John knew of Rachel’s huge crush on her best friend. And they thought that Quinn had liked her back. Apparently they were wrong.
**
Puck held Quinn as she cried and whispered soothing words in her ear. Over by his bed, Santana and Brittany were holding each other.
All three girls had made the squad, but they didn’t care.
“She- she hates me. She’ll never want to go out with me now,” Quinn sobbed.
He didn’t know what to say. He had seen the whole thing happen, and he understood why they had to do it, but he also couldn’t believe that they had chosen cheerleading over Rachel.
“Have you tried calling her?” he asked quietly.
“Ye-yes. But Eric told me never to call again.”
This made both Quinn and Brittany cry harder. Santana and Puck exchanged panicked looks. ‘What were we going to do?’ they seemed to ask each other.
Losing Rachel was the hardest thing any of them had ever endured.
**
Hair still wet from her shower, Rachel stared at the cork board on her wall. It was full of pictures of her and her best friends. She had even put up a piece of paper that read: ‘The Fab 5” as a joke. But Quinn wouldn’t let her take it down.
“We are the Fab 5. Better and higher then the rest! And everyone will bow down to us in high school.”
Rachel couldn’t believe that she actually thought she was included in that ‘prophecy’.
**
Santana and Quinn walked by Rachel’s house. This was the 5th time they would be passing by, but they still hadn’t come up with anything to say.
“Oh God.” Santana looked stricken as she stared at something on the curb, by the trash can.
“Don’t say his name in vain,” Quinn said automatically. Then she saw what Santana had seen. The cork board her and Rachel had spent forever on was now lying broken in the street, waiting to be picked up by the garbage men.