fic: Like That Movie, Open Water
Title: Like That Movie, Open Water
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, slight Rachel/Santana/Brittany, Puck, Quinn, Sue, Will, Finn, Tina, Artie, Mike, Emma, Kurt, Mercedes, Figgins, Michelle Jamieson
Rating: R
Summary: Rachel is a stud and a genius. Too bad she can't sleep.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~15,100
Spoilers: minor spoilers through 2x01
A/N: The 8th installment.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Sunday night finds Rachel tossing and turning in bed. She's not sure why, but she feels restless and unable to fall asleep. It's been her usual Sunday, so she doesn't understand why her sleep routine seems to be disturbed. She wonders if there's a full moon.
She finally dozes off, or least she assumes she does because she's woken up by her alarm at its usual time. Rachel's not quite sure how much sleep she finally got, but knows it has to be under three hours.
Hopefully it's enough to make it through the day.
…
Monday morning, Rachel is at her locker getting her books, when Michelle Jamieson stops by for a chat.
A mere week ago, this would have been enough to put Rachel on edge, more so for Santana's reaction later than anything else. But apparently the permanence of ink on her skin bearing Santana's name is enough to put jealousy to rest, so Rachel just smiles in greeting when Michelle leans oh so causally against the bay of lockers.
"So I've been meaning to stop by," Michelle smirks.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"I've been hearing some crazy things about you," Michelle continues. "And since I know you to be an honest sort, I'd thought I'd just ask you."
"I'm listening."
"You're going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"Michelle, a lot of things are said about me in this school," Rachel replies. "I've learned not to assume anything."
"I suppose that makes sense. I'm talking about the foursome rumor."
"Yes, of course, that."
Michelle waits for more. There isn't any. "You have nothing else to say?"
"Don't you think if it was true, that Noah would be announcing it from every rooftop in Lima?"
"Well, I certainly would be," Michelle agrees. "But your girlfriend can be a bit intimidating. I wouldn't put it past Puckerman to keep his mouth shut out of fear."
"Don't let either of them hear you say that."
"I was starting to think it was true because you weren't disputing it," Michelle says.
"People say plenty of things about me," Rachel replies. "At least this one isn't completely mean spirited."
"You let people get away with too much shit," Michelle says.
"Perhaps," Rachel agrees. "But sometimes they're not even worth dealing with."
…
During lunch, Finn finds Tina and Artie sitting together and goes to join them.
"Can I ask you guys something?" he asks.
"Sure," Artie replies.
"How do you ask someone something without actually asking because what you're asking might make her mad?"
Tina and Artie can only stare at Finn.
"Uh guys?"
"I have no idea what you just said," Artie says.
Finn sighs. "I want to ask Rachel something, but I don't want her to get mad at me."
Tina nods. "What do you want to ask her?"
Finn seems embarrassed. He looks around guiltily before leaning in closer. "You, uh, heard that rumor last week? The one about Rachel and Santana and Brittany and Puck?"
They both nod warily.
"Well, I just--I need to know, I guess I just have to ask Rachel. But what if she gets mad at me, like really mad at me?"
"She might," Tina replies. "But I don't think she will."
"Yeah, Rachel is pretty brutally honest," Artie adds.
"So I should just ask her?"
"Yeah, definitely," Tina says. "I'd make sure she's alone, though."
"Yeah, okay," Finn agrees. "Will you guys help me?"
"You want us to help you ask Rachel…that?" Artie questions. "Why?"
"I don't want to do it alone."
"I'm kind of curious myself," Tina says.
"Really?" Artie asks.
"Yeah," Tina replies. "Why not? And don't pretend you're not."
Artie shrugs. "Fine. But if she get's pissed, it's every man for himself--or herself."
…
There's still fifteen minutes left for lunch, so the three of them begin the search for Rachel. After five unsuccessful minutes, they spot Brittany. Asking her seems to be a good starting point.
"Hey Britt," Finn says. "Have you seen Rachel?"
"Sort of. Why?"
"I kinda want to ask her something."
"We all do," Tina adds.
"Oh. Well, she's preoccupied. Maybe you can ask me instead."
"It certainly is the path of least resistance," Artie says.
"Maybe," Finn allows. "But if it's true…I wanna hear it from Rach too."
"Hear what?" Brittany asks.
"Did you, Puck, Rachel and Santana sleep together?" Artie asks.
Brittany nods. "At Rachel's house. Her bed is big."
"What about her dads?" Tina asks.
"Workaholics," Brittany answers. "That's what Rachel told Santana."
"So now we don't have to ask Rachel," Artie says.
"I still want to hear it from Rachel," Finn replies.
"So what, you just want to have a really awkward conversation with her?" Artie questions.
"I dunno. I just, I need to hear it from her," Finn says.
"I'll tell her you're looking for her if I see her," Brittany offers.
"Thanks, Brittany," Tina says.
Brittany waves at them as they walk away.
…
In the auditorium, Brittany skips up to the stage and flops down next to Rachel and Santana who are lounging in a pile of pillows Rachel's collected.
"Finn and Tina and Artie are looking for you, Rach," Brittany announces.
"Thanks, Britt. Did they say why?"
"They want to know if you and Santana and me and Puck slept together."
"Of course they do," Santana says. "What'd you tell them, B?"
"I told them we did."
Santana groans.
"Because we did."
Rachel chuckles. "You know that's not what they meant. Why must you be so deliberately obtuse?"
"Cause it's fun," Brittany chirps.
Santana gapes at her. "You know what that means?"
"Yeah. Rachel gave me a book."
Santana looks at her girlfriend.
"I found it at a yard sale. It's called, The Big Book of Words for People with Really Verbose Friends."
"And you actually read it?"
Brittany nods. "It was super helpful."
Santana shakes her head. "You two are ridiculous."
"Finn still wants to talk to you," Brittany continues.
"Why?" Rachel asks. "Technically he already has his answer."
"He wants to hear it from you," Brittany answers. "Maybe try to understand you. I think he gets the old Rachel Berry better."
"You mean the one that constantly put up with all his bullshit and let him walk all over her?" Santana asks.
"Yep."
Santana growls.
"Don't worry, S," Brittany says. "Even if Finn tries to win Rachel back, Puck wouldn’t let him."
"Nor do I want to reattempt our romantic courtship," Rachel adds.
"Yeah. That too."
"I still don't like the idea of Hudson trying to worm his way back in."
"Maybe he's just concerned as a friend," Rachel tries.
"Just show him your tattoo, Rachel," Brittany says. "Then there won't be any confusion."
"Perhaps. But then he'll want to discuss that. And I'd rather not," Rachel tells her. "He wouldn't believe for one minute that it was my idea."
"I don't know why you want to talk to him either way," Santana says.
"Santana, be nice," Rachel says. "Finn tries. He just needs to do some growing up."
…
The final bell has rung for the day and Rachel is making her way to her locker, when she's grabbed and dragged into an empty classroom.
"I have pepper spray and I know how to use it," Rachel tells her captors. Looking around, she sees only friendly faces and relaxes. "I apologize. But your methods of attracting my attention are a bit jarring."
"Sorry," Finn says, looking sheepish. "It's just that we've been looking for you all day. I was starting to think you were avoiding us."
"How could I when I didn't know?"
"Brittany didn't tell you?" Artie asks.
"She did," Rachel says. "But then she also said she answered the question. So naturally, I presumed the matter was settled. Is it not?"
"Rachel," Tina says. "Finn wants to ask you something, but he's worried you'll be mad."
"Why would I get angry? Is it offensive?"
"Did you really have a foursome?" Finn blurts out.
"Ah, that old chestnut." Rachel shakes her head. "My first response is, how is that any of your business? As we are no longer romantically involved, it really isn't your concern."
"I'm asking as a friend, Rach, I swear."
"You might believe that," Rachel replies. "But as someone who knows you, I’m going to have to disagree. While, yes, you do have some friendly concerns, more than anything you're feeling jealous. Partly of Noah for obvious reason, though you have had sex with both myself and Santana, so I'm not sure why. Partly of me because you miss your best friend and you resent the fact that I have filled those shoes in his life. Maybe even Santana a little in regards to her and my relationship, though you're not exactly sure why because you're positive that you make a much better boyfriend than Santana does a girlfriend."
"Damnit, Rachel," Finn says. "You know I hate it when you do that."
"Am I wrong?"
Finn sighs. "No. You're not wrong."
"Well, then, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home since school is over for the day."
Rachel exits the empty classroom leaving Finn looking disheartened while Tina and Artie just look astonished.
…
That night Rachel can't fall asleep again. After about an hour of tossing and turning, she gives up this time and pulls out her school work. She's currently only two weeks ahead of her classes, so this is the perfect time to remedy the situation.
She finally dozes off in the middle of European History, sometimes after four. She knows this because when she starts the subject it's 3:49 a.m. and she feels confident that she was reading for at least fifteen minutes beforehand.
She doesn’t wake up feeling her normal refreshed self, but nonetheless begins her usual morning routine. She managed to get through Monday on very little sleep and it seems that is how Tuesday is going to be as well.
…
Tuesday morning, Kurt is cornered by Finn, Tina and Artie.
"It's not true," Finn tells Kurt.
"You're sure?"
"We are," Tina says.
"She said so?" Kurt asks.
"Well, technically no," Finn says. "She just told us that it isn't any of our business."
"Yeah," Artie says. "And then she lectured Finn before stalking off."
"So what makes you say it isn't true?" Kurt presses.
"I don't think she'd be so defensive if it was true," Tina replies.
"Really?"
"Really."
Kurt sighs. "Yeah. Fine then."
"What's the big deal?" Finn asks.
"I just want another interesting scandal," Kurt explains. "Babygate really gave me an appetite for it."
"Something good will come up," Tina says. "It always does."
"Maybe I should watch more reality TV," Kurt mutters.
…
"…it's just that I'm concerned," Will tells Emma over lunch. "And I know I shouldn't put such stock in rumors, but I can't help but worry."
"No, I've heard them as well," Emma says.
"And it's not good. Right?"
"Well, certainly the tone of the gossip has changed drastically this year," Emma agrees.
"I'm not sure what to think anymore," Will laments.
"I'm disappointed in you William," Sue says sitting across from them. "I really expected more open mindedness from the organizer of such a rag tag group of misfits. Apparently I misjudged you."
"And why is that, Sue?"
"The amount of bullcrap that floats through these halls is obscene. I'm surprised that you pay attention to any of it."
"It's hard to ignore things when they're said constantly," Will argues.
"Still, I'd think you of all people would have a little faith in Streisand."
"Rachel's done plenty to be concerned about."
"You're no saint, William," Sue reminds him. "Some of the dancing alone is outlawed in five states. And I'm pretty sure a white man like you rapping in Detroit would be shot."
"Sue," Emma says. "Will is just concerned that Rachel's heading in a bad direction."
"Why? Because she's finally hanging out with winners? Instead of that band of muppets you call a glee club? Perhaps his concern stems more from Liza pulling away from his misguided tutelage. Does it hurt you to know another one of your sheep is leaving the flock?"
"I would hardly call what's happening with Rachel leaving the flock," Will replies.
"Of course not," Sue says. "Those blinders you're wearing are quite large. But as much as I'd like to stay and tell you how wrong you are William, Isis, I have things I'd rather be doing."
…
Rachel is literally dragged into Sue's office by two freshmen Cheerios. She's pushed into a chair and left alone with Coach Sylvester.
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Rachel asks, fighting a smirk.
Sue nods. "I did, Berry. As I'm sure you're aware as the coach of a nationally ranked cheerleading squad, I am an exceptional leader. Unfortunately, the same can not be said about your squiggly haired one. And because of that, I feel that I should take you under my wing and acclimate you with what it's like to be a winner in every aspect of your life; specifically your educational side. You've taken an important first step by surrounding yourself with winners. The next step is acknowledging what I Sue Sylvester can do for you."
"Uh, Coach, no offense meant," Rachel says. "But you sound a bit like a recruitment brochure for a cult."
"I suppose you could look at it that way," Sue replies. "The Cult of Sue Sylvester. I like the sound of that. See, I knew you were worth the time. Lopez made an excellent choice. It's nice to see that as an almost four year member of the Cult of Sue that Lopez has grown."
"I'm sure she'll appreciate knowing that," Rachel says. "But I'll admit I'm a bit bewildered by what you hope to accomplish in this meeting."
"You see that's another thing I like about you, Berry," Sue says. "Straight forward."
"Thank you."
"I simply wanted to let you know that I'm in your corner," Sue continues. "Unlike other less illustrious faculty in this swamp of failure, I don't see all these changes in you as a bad thing. I believe you should embrace it."
"Thank you, Coach," Rachel replies. "However, I believe I already am."
"I know. I just wanted it reiterate it in case you're faced with some strong arguments otherwise. Not that I think you'll buckle, but more as a friendly warning to the newest pledge of the Cult of Sue."
"Yes, well, thank you, again," Rachel says. "Not to be rude, but is that all? It's just I'm missing Trigonometry and--"
"Yes, of course," Sue replies. "That is all. Feel free to stop by anytime. Now there's a 25% that I won't set the hose on you."
Rachel just gives a half smile as she stands and heads back to class.
…
When Will arrives at glee that afternoon, he tries to be extra observant. He hates that he'd even think it, but he has considered that Sue might be right. Though he'd never say it out loud.
But he also finds relaxed Rachel disconcerting. She's still just as bossy and intense, but she doesn't pull it out all the time, every day. There are still epic disagreements between Rachel and Mercedes as well as Rachel and Kurt, but now they don’t happen at the drop of a hat.
However, he notices today that the room is strangely divided and oddly quiet. Santana is practically in Brittany's lap who is playing with Quinn's hair. While Puck and Rachel, sitting next to them, have their heads bent together, whispering. The rest of the kids are on the opposite side of the room in a huddle, whispering and pointing. Will wonders if he missed something or if this is left over from last week's drama.
He also wonders if he should be so invested in the drama of teenagers.
Everything goes normally until near the end.
While dancing, Finn bumps into Kurt who falls against Puck.
"Watch it, dude," Puck mumbles, pushing him back slightly.
"It wasn't my fault," Kurt replies.
"Well, maybe if you'd stop staring and pay attention to your own shit, you wouldn't have run into Hudson."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't," Puck sneers.
"Guys, this isn't helpful," Will interjects. "Let's just try again."
"Actually, Mr. Schue," Rachel interrupts. "I think it'd be better if we just quit for the day."
Everyone just stares at her.
"I just don't think we're going to make any more progress today," Rachel continues, seemingly oblivious. "And so we should stop now before the machismo gets out of hand."
"Um, all right," Will agrees. "How about everyone else? Should we stop for the day?"
His answer is for everyone to begin scrambling for their things.
"Okay, then, guys," Will says over the shuffle. "See you guys tomorrow."
He watches them trickle out. He watches Quinn walk out with Brittany following, while dragging Santana with her. For some reason Puck is giving Rachel a piggy back ride and they trail out after the Cheerios. He notices Kurt and Mercedes hanging back, heads bent together, whispering. They're the last ones to leave the room.
Will gathers his own things and turns off the light as he leaves. Tomorrow, he decides, he'll talk to Rachel. If he can just touch base with her, it will most likely set his mind at ease.
…
Rachel lets out a frustrated scream into her pillow. She can't fall asleep. Again. She's beginning to become concerned. It doesn't bode well in her mind that she's unable to sleep for a third night. Now she finds herself becoming slightly paranoid. Is there something wrong with her? Because insomnia is not something future stars get. Also, she needs her beauty sleep.
She's also beginning to feel the effects of her sleep deprivation. She's thankful that she's been able to doze for a few hours, but a full eight hours is what she needs to truly function.
She's really not in the mood for homework and she did make excellent progress the night before, so she decides to read instead. She looks over the small stack of books next to her bed. She discards both Jude the Obscure and The Heart is a Lonely Hunter because they're just too depressing at the moment. She also passes Don Quixote and The House of the Spirits for being too epic. She finally settles on The Nice and the Good. She cracks the spine and begins reading.
A head of department, working quietly in his room in Whitehall on a summer afternoon…
…
The next morning, Rachel stops by Mr. Schuester's office. She wants to discuss the possibility of doing a mash up of Broadway tunes; she already has some ideas.
"Oh, Rachel, good," Will says when she knocks on his door. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Excellent, Mr. Schue," Rachel replies. "Because I have some ideas I'd like to run by you for glee.
"And you can, I promise," he tells her. "But if you could sit and we could talk first for a moment."
Hesitantly, Rachel sits. It seems Coach Sylvester is more prophetic than Rachel realized.
"It's been a while since we've really chatted," Will begins.
"No offense, Mr. Schue," Rachel says. "But we've never really chatted before."
"Right, well then this is a perfect time to start. Don't you think?"
"Perhaps," Rachel cautiously agrees. "It depends on what you'd like to discuss, though."
"Nothing in particular. I just want to make sure you're doing fine. It's been a crazy year so far, don't you think?"
"I suppose so."
"And I want you to know," Will continues. "That my door is always open. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always willing to listen."
"Thank you, Mr. Schuester," Rachel replies. "But I feel that I have an adequate number of confidants."
"Good. Well, good then. Because I had some concerns."
"Such as?"
"While I'm pleased that you've seemed to have forged real friendships, I wonder if perhaps they're dragging you in the wrong direction."
"What direction is that?" Rachel questions.
Will chuckles nervously. "Away from the Rachel Berry we all know and love."
"Well considering how loved that Rachel Berry was, perhaps it's not such a bad thing."
"Rachel just because things didn't exactly go your way last year, doesn't mean you should abandon yourself."
"I'm not," Rachel insists. "I'm just allowing myself to grow in another direction. Also, Mr. Schuester, I would think of all the people in this place, you'd be glad of my metamorphosis. It certainly makes your life easier."
"Rachel, that's not fair."
"No need to get defensive," Rachel says. "I'm just stating the obvious."
"I just don't appreciate the implications you're making, Rachel."
Rachel sighs. "Mr. Schuester, no offense was intended. And may I remind you, that you're the one that began this conversation. If you didn't want to confront such issues, then maybe you shouldn't have brought it up."
"Rachel, I'm still your teacher," Will says.
"I agree," Rachel replies. "However, please enlighten me about what I just said that was untrue."
"Okay," Will says. "I'm going to interpret this as you telling me you'd rather not talk at the moment."
"That is an excellent deduction," Rachel agrees. "Is it all right if I head to class?"
"Yes, of course. I'll see you in Spanish."
"See you later, Mr. Scue."
…
At the end of the day, Rachel is gathering her homework when the same two freshmen Cheerios that dragged her to Coach Sylvester's office approach her.
"Hi Rachel," the blonde one giggles as the red head joins in.
"Hello."
Rachel continues what she was doing as they just stand there, whispering and giggling. Once Rachel's done, she closes her locker.
"Well, I have to be going."
"We just wanted to let you know that we think you're super hot."
"Thank you."
"And if you ever want to, you know, we'd totally be up for it."
Rachel blinks once. "Both of you?"
They nod enthusiastically.
Rachel fights the urge to pinch herself because she feels like she's fallen into one of Noah's pornos. She tries to peripherally look around for a camera.
"You are aware that I have a fairly possessive girlfriend, aren't you?"
They nod again. "But if she's there too, then it should be okay. Right?" The red head replies.
Rachel has definitely fallen into one of Noah's fantasies.
"I'll keep you in mind," is all she says.
"It's just," the blonde says. "We know you're up for it. I mean, I know we're just freshmen, not juniors like Puck or Brittany, but as Cheerios, we are very bendy."
Rachel groans because she's only human and she's fully aware of how flexible Cheerios can be. The image that comes to her is ridiculously hot and probably fairly accurate.
"Yes, well, thanks. But I need to be going."
"Bye Rachel," both girls sing song.
…
That night Rachel stares at her ceiling in a resigned funk; no sleep again tonight. What can she do tonight instead?
She pulls out a pink and white polka dotted notebook. She has two in her night stand; a pink glittery one that's her diary and the other that is her sketchbook of sorts. It's how she figures out the pranks she's going to pull. It's filling faster than her diary as of late. She has so many ideas. She wishes Figgins hadn't threatened Noah, then she could do something whenever she had an idea, instead of waiting for the perfect opportunity. It makes her want to take away some of his power.
Which gives her the perfect idea.
She spends the rest of the night planning. She doesn't get any sleep. Nevertheless, she's feeling energetic in the morning because of it.
…
"I think we should have sex," Brittany tells Santana as they primp at their lockers Thursday morning.
"Uh, Britt, we don't do that anymore, remember?"
"Not just us, but Rachel too," Brittany smiles.
"Oh. I'm still not sure that she'd go for it," Santana says, cautiously.
"Yeah, she would," Brittany assures her. "She likes me. And I'm hot. And she has a thing for Cheerios. She told me. It's how come you guys do it so much at school. She thinks you're smokin' hot in your uniform."
"Well that's because I'm smokin' hot, period."
"And it'd be fun," Brittany adds.
"You're serious?"
Brittany nods so enthusiastically that Santana is afraid she's going to hurt herself.
"I'll mention it to her."
Brittany hugs Santana. "It's okay if you don't want to, S. I know you don't like to share."
"You're different, B," Santana replies. "You know that."
"I know."
…
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Pillsbury?" Rachel asks as she sticks her head in Emma's office.
"I do," Emma says. "Please have a seat."
Rachel does and waits.
"I'm sorry to take you away from lunch," Emma says. "But I assumed you'd rather not skip class."
"Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury. You are correct."
"I just wanted…to check in with you. See how you're doing."
"I'm fine," Rachel assures her.
"Because I've…heard some things and--"
"You wanted to stop my complete and utter corruption before it's too late."
"I wouldn't put it quite that way," Emma says. "But yes."
"Well let me assure you," Rachel replies. "I'm fine. I'm not spiraling downward or being tainted. I'm simply evolving as one is supposed to during their tenure in high school."
"Yes, I agree with the sentiment. But the direction you appear to be heading is doesn’t seem the best."
"Because I'm no longer the school's chum bucket? I certainly prefer it that way," Rachel says.
"As you should," Emma replies.
"I just don't understand why everyone is up in arms over a few rumors. They're rumors. More horrible things have been said about me. If sounding a little adventurous in bed earns me a little respect, then so be it. I'm not going to apologize for wanting to not be bullied. And I'm definitely not going to apologize for enjoying sex."
"Of course, Rachel. I just--"
"Except now I still have people bothering me. I don't need any other faculty members pulling me aside."
"Who else has--"
"So I don't mean to be rude, Ms. Pillsbury, but may I go to lunch now?"
"Yes. Of course. If you're sure you're doing fine," Emma says.
"I am."
Emma watches Rachel stand and stalk out looking perturbed. She mentally chastises herself. She didn't really think the meeting was necessary, but Will had repeatedly requested it after his hadn't gone so well the day before. Emma decides to try and stay out of Rachel's life unless she sees real evidence of a downward spiral. Because being reprimanded by Rachel Berry isn't an experience Emma wants to have ever again.
…
Puck is having lunch with Finn, Santana, Brittany and Quinn when he receives a text from Rachel.
I'm beginning to think we should all just have sex because I'm sick of being confronted because of a stupid rumor. Being constantly bothered makes me want to simply do it so I can derive some pleasure from this whole ridiculous thing. Tell Santana I'll see her later. I'm far too agitated at the moment.
Putting his phone away, Puck laughs. "Hey Lopez. Your girl says we should have sex."
"Shut up Puckerman. She did not."
"Yeah," Puck replies. "She did. She's sick of people bugging her about it."
Finn keeps his eyes on his sandwich.
"It'd be good for my rep to bag Santana Lopez's gf," Puck continues. "And I've already banged everyone at this table."
"Really?" Quinn asks. "Everyone?"
"Yeah."
"So I wasn't the one to pop Finnocence's cherry?" Santana asks.
"What?" Finn gasps.
"Except Hudson, bitch," Puck growls.
"You did say everyone," Quinn points out.
"You know what I meant."
"I don't see what they big deal is," Brittany says.
"Yeah," Santana adds. "It's not like we think Finnocence would be pitching in the scenario."
"What?" Finn asks.
"That's true," Quinn agrees.
"I hate you guys," Finn mutters.
…
Rachel eats her lunch on the stage of the auditorium. She sits on the edge of the stage and lets her legs swing occasionally as she chews.
She's not sure why this whole thing is bothering her so much; perhaps because of the lack of sleep. Certainly she's used to people talking about her and saying much more horrendous things. Perhaps it's the confrontations. She wonders why people are so concerned about her now verses before when she was being taunted and bullied. And more specifically, why is she so bothered by it?
It feels like resentment. Where were these concerns when she really needed them? She knows Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury mean well, but it's almost too much too late. At least Coach Sylvester seems to be in her corner. Rachel never thought it would happen, but it seems that the Cheerio coach supports her. And not just because of who she associates with. That she finds both comforting and frightening.
…
For the first time in a long time, Rachel wants to skip glee. She knows that doing so won't lessen the worries everyone has about her. However, part of her doesn't care. If she was a different sort of person, her girlfriend for example, she'd just tell them all to fuck off. Instead, she plans on going home and maybe trying to get some sleep. She feels desperate for it.
She texts Santana to let her know, gathers her things and quietly leaves, desperately hoping she doesn't run into anyone.
Luckily this time, she makes a clean getaway.
…
Santana and Brittany arrive a bit early to glee. Santana's hoping to catch a moment with Rachel. She'd been hoping to see her at lunch and had been mildly annoyed when Puck informed her that Rachel wanted to eat by herself.
She's disappointed to find they're the first to arrive. They pick a spot in the back and sit. Brittany is texting, so Santana just closes her eyes and pretends she's somewhere else when her phone beeps.
I'm not feeling so well, so I'm going to skip glee. Stop by later and say hello if you'd like.
Santana sighs. Without Rachel, glee is pointless to her. Looking around, she sees only Mike and Finn. Finn's at the drums and Mike is dancing to some beat Finn is pounding out. She grabs Brittany, who is still texting, and walks out.
It isn't until they're sitting in Santana's car and heading towards Rachel's that Brittany asks, "What about glee?"
"We're skipping it."
"Oh. Kay." And then Brittany returns to her texting.
…
Santana unlocks the Berry front door and Brittany follows her in. They drop their things by the door and tromp up the stairs to Rachel's room. There they find a very frustrated Rachel Berry, though neither is sure why.
Brittany bounces over to the bed. "Hi Rachel."
"Hello, Britt," Rachel replies. "Is glee over already?"
"We're skipping."
Rachel turns to Santana. "Santana," she admonishes. "Being short three members will greatly affect today's practice."
"Depends on which three members," Santana replies. "Even if it's just you, practice is already affected."
"Santana missed you," Brittany adds.
"Ah, I missed you too," Rachel says, patting the bed as Santana flops down next to her.
Brittany flops down on the other side of Rachel.
"What are you doing anyway?" Santana asks. She doesn't see any homework out or a book open and the TV is off.
"Oh. I was trying to sleep," Rachel replies. "I haven't been able to get my usual eight hours a night this week."
"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" Santana asks. "Because I definitely wouldn't have guessed that from your behavior this week."
"It's nobody's business," Rachel replies. "And I didn't want you to worry."
"Or I could have come over and helped out," Santana says.
"While I admit sleeping with you is a thousand times better than sleeping alone," Rachel says. "I'm not sure it would have helped."
"She means sex, silly," Brittany says. "Which we can try now."
"I think I missed something," Rachel says.
"You and me and Santana should have sex," Brittany tells her. "It'll be fun. And then maybe after you'll be able to sleep."
Rachel tries to catch Santana's eye to gauge her opinion of the suggestion, but her girlfriend currently has her head buried against Rachel's shoulder.
"Uh…"
"You both want to," Brittany continues. "I know you do. But you'll never say it cause you don't want to hurt each other's feelings. So it's up to me."
Rachel has a feeling Brittany's correct. She seems to have this uncanny understanding of the relationship. And she's Santana's best friend, so she would probably know. Moreover, the blonde is right, Rachel does want to. Ever since Puck, Santana and Brittany spent the night in her bed. She certainly can't deny that she finds the idea of Santana and Brittany hot. Realizing the exact nature of their relationship the year before, is what enabled Rachel to deduce that she's not entirely straight.
"Okay."
Santana's head shoots up. "What?"
"Okay. Let's do it."
"Yay!" Brittany says, clapping. She jumps off the bed and locks Rachel's bedroom door even though it's highly unlikely that either of Rachel's dads will be home any time soon. Brittany then begins getting undressed.
"Whoa, hold it there, Britt," Rachel says, sitting up. "Let me."
Santana watches as Rachel climbs off the bed and grabs Brittany. She sits her on the bed and kisses her. With Britt sitting, Rachel now has a slight height advantage. Santana crawls over and sits behind Brittany. Grabbing Rachel's ass, she pulls her girlfriend closer until the three of them are flush together.
As Santana begins pulling off what of Rachel's clothes she can reach, Rachel pulls off Brittany's Cheerio top so forcefully, Santana thinks she might rip it. Brittany's bra quickly follows and Rachel has engulfed a nipple in her mouth.
Brittany groans. "See, I told you, S. It's the uniform."
Rachel switches to the other breast. "More stripping. Less talking."
…
Rachel did doze off a bit afterwards, but since the sex lasted longer than the nap, she's not sure how helpful it really was. Unfortunately, it seems to have helped enough to stop her from sleeping now. She internally shrugs because she'd assumed this would happen anyway. She's given herself an hour to fall asleep to no avail and so Rachel decides to follow through on her plans.
Getting dressed, she pulls on black jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt and her converse sneakers. She grabs the plans she drew up the night before and heads downstairs. In the garage, she finds the necessary tools and throws them into a duffel that her dads keep in the hall closet. Luckily, it's black as well.
She's thankful that she has her own car, even if she rarely uses it. It's not her fault that all the people in her life would rather drive. She drives to school as quickly and as safely as she can.
She parks her car in the darkest part of the parking lot. She knows it's dangerous out here at night, alone, but she has mace and she knows self defense. However, she figures the faster everything is done, the faster she can get back to the safety of her house.
She makes quick work of the lock and sneaks inside. Once inside, she pulls off the backpack and digs out her plans. First things first, she puts on a headlight. This frees up her hands. She's made a list of steps and so she starts with number one. Thankfully, her extensive planning skills mean all she has to do is follow everything she wrote down and she'll be done in no time. She gets to work.
Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, slight Rachel/Santana/Brittany, Puck, Quinn, Sue, Will, Finn, Tina, Artie, Mike, Emma, Kurt, Mercedes, Figgins, Michelle Jamieson
Rating: R
Summary: Rachel is a stud and a genius. Too bad she can't sleep.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~15,100
Spoilers: minor spoilers through 2x01
A/N: The 8th installment.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Sunday night finds Rachel tossing and turning in bed. She's not sure why, but she feels restless and unable to fall asleep. It's been her usual Sunday, so she doesn't understand why her sleep routine seems to be disturbed. She wonders if there's a full moon.
She finally dozes off, or least she assumes she does because she's woken up by her alarm at its usual time. Rachel's not quite sure how much sleep she finally got, but knows it has to be under three hours.
Hopefully it's enough to make it through the day.
…
Monday morning, Rachel is at her locker getting her books, when Michelle Jamieson stops by for a chat.
A mere week ago, this would have been enough to put Rachel on edge, more so for Santana's reaction later than anything else. But apparently the permanence of ink on her skin bearing Santana's name is enough to put jealousy to rest, so Rachel just smiles in greeting when Michelle leans oh so causally against the bay of lockers.
"So I've been meaning to stop by," Michelle smirks.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"I've been hearing some crazy things about you," Michelle continues. "And since I know you to be an honest sort, I'd thought I'd just ask you."
"I'm listening."
"You're going to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"Michelle, a lot of things are said about me in this school," Rachel replies. "I've learned not to assume anything."
"I suppose that makes sense. I'm talking about the foursome rumor."
"Yes, of course, that."
Michelle waits for more. There isn't any. "You have nothing else to say?"
"Don't you think if it was true, that Noah would be announcing it from every rooftop in Lima?"
"Well, I certainly would be," Michelle agrees. "But your girlfriend can be a bit intimidating. I wouldn't put it past Puckerman to keep his mouth shut out of fear."
"Don't let either of them hear you say that."
"I was starting to think it was true because you weren't disputing it," Michelle says.
"People say plenty of things about me," Rachel replies. "At least this one isn't completely mean spirited."
"You let people get away with too much shit," Michelle says.
"Perhaps," Rachel agrees. "But sometimes they're not even worth dealing with."
…
During lunch, Finn finds Tina and Artie sitting together and goes to join them.
"Can I ask you guys something?" he asks.
"Sure," Artie replies.
"How do you ask someone something without actually asking because what you're asking might make her mad?"
Tina and Artie can only stare at Finn.
"Uh guys?"
"I have no idea what you just said," Artie says.
Finn sighs. "I want to ask Rachel something, but I don't want her to get mad at me."
Tina nods. "What do you want to ask her?"
Finn seems embarrassed. He looks around guiltily before leaning in closer. "You, uh, heard that rumor last week? The one about Rachel and Santana and Brittany and Puck?"
They both nod warily.
"Well, I just--I need to know, I guess I just have to ask Rachel. But what if she gets mad at me, like really mad at me?"
"She might," Tina replies. "But I don't think she will."
"Yeah, Rachel is pretty brutally honest," Artie adds.
"So I should just ask her?"
"Yeah, definitely," Tina says. "I'd make sure she's alone, though."
"Yeah, okay," Finn agrees. "Will you guys help me?"
"You want us to help you ask Rachel…that?" Artie questions. "Why?"
"I don't want to do it alone."
"I'm kind of curious myself," Tina says.
"Really?" Artie asks.
"Yeah," Tina replies. "Why not? And don't pretend you're not."
Artie shrugs. "Fine. But if she get's pissed, it's every man for himself--or herself."
…
There's still fifteen minutes left for lunch, so the three of them begin the search for Rachel. After five unsuccessful minutes, they spot Brittany. Asking her seems to be a good starting point.
"Hey Britt," Finn says. "Have you seen Rachel?"
"Sort of. Why?"
"I kinda want to ask her something."
"We all do," Tina adds.
"Oh. Well, she's preoccupied. Maybe you can ask me instead."
"It certainly is the path of least resistance," Artie says.
"Maybe," Finn allows. "But if it's true…I wanna hear it from Rach too."
"Hear what?" Brittany asks.
"Did you, Puck, Rachel and Santana sleep together?" Artie asks.
Brittany nods. "At Rachel's house. Her bed is big."
"What about her dads?" Tina asks.
"Workaholics," Brittany answers. "That's what Rachel told Santana."
"So now we don't have to ask Rachel," Artie says.
"I still want to hear it from Rachel," Finn replies.
"So what, you just want to have a really awkward conversation with her?" Artie questions.
"I dunno. I just, I need to hear it from her," Finn says.
"I'll tell her you're looking for her if I see her," Brittany offers.
"Thanks, Brittany," Tina says.
Brittany waves at them as they walk away.
…
In the auditorium, Brittany skips up to the stage and flops down next to Rachel and Santana who are lounging in a pile of pillows Rachel's collected.
"Finn and Tina and Artie are looking for you, Rach," Brittany announces.
"Thanks, Britt. Did they say why?"
"They want to know if you and Santana and me and Puck slept together."
"Of course they do," Santana says. "What'd you tell them, B?"
"I told them we did."
Santana groans.
"Because we did."
Rachel chuckles. "You know that's not what they meant. Why must you be so deliberately obtuse?"
"Cause it's fun," Brittany chirps.
Santana gapes at her. "You know what that means?"
"Yeah. Rachel gave me a book."
Santana looks at her girlfriend.
"I found it at a yard sale. It's called, The Big Book of Words for People with Really Verbose Friends."
"And you actually read it?"
Brittany nods. "It was super helpful."
Santana shakes her head. "You two are ridiculous."
"Finn still wants to talk to you," Brittany continues.
"Why?" Rachel asks. "Technically he already has his answer."
"He wants to hear it from you," Brittany answers. "Maybe try to understand you. I think he gets the old Rachel Berry better."
"You mean the one that constantly put up with all his bullshit and let him walk all over her?" Santana asks.
"Yep."
Santana growls.
"Don't worry, S," Brittany says. "Even if Finn tries to win Rachel back, Puck wouldn’t let him."
"Nor do I want to reattempt our romantic courtship," Rachel adds.
"Yeah. That too."
"I still don't like the idea of Hudson trying to worm his way back in."
"Maybe he's just concerned as a friend," Rachel tries.
"Just show him your tattoo, Rachel," Brittany says. "Then there won't be any confusion."
"Perhaps. But then he'll want to discuss that. And I'd rather not," Rachel tells her. "He wouldn't believe for one minute that it was my idea."
"I don't know why you want to talk to him either way," Santana says.
"Santana, be nice," Rachel says. "Finn tries. He just needs to do some growing up."
…
The final bell has rung for the day and Rachel is making her way to her locker, when she's grabbed and dragged into an empty classroom.
"I have pepper spray and I know how to use it," Rachel tells her captors. Looking around, she sees only friendly faces and relaxes. "I apologize. But your methods of attracting my attention are a bit jarring."
"Sorry," Finn says, looking sheepish. "It's just that we've been looking for you all day. I was starting to think you were avoiding us."
"How could I when I didn't know?"
"Brittany didn't tell you?" Artie asks.
"She did," Rachel says. "But then she also said she answered the question. So naturally, I presumed the matter was settled. Is it not?"
"Rachel," Tina says. "Finn wants to ask you something, but he's worried you'll be mad."
"Why would I get angry? Is it offensive?"
"Did you really have a foursome?" Finn blurts out.
"Ah, that old chestnut." Rachel shakes her head. "My first response is, how is that any of your business? As we are no longer romantically involved, it really isn't your concern."
"I'm asking as a friend, Rach, I swear."
"You might believe that," Rachel replies. "But as someone who knows you, I’m going to have to disagree. While, yes, you do have some friendly concerns, more than anything you're feeling jealous. Partly of Noah for obvious reason, though you have had sex with both myself and Santana, so I'm not sure why. Partly of me because you miss your best friend and you resent the fact that I have filled those shoes in his life. Maybe even Santana a little in regards to her and my relationship, though you're not exactly sure why because you're positive that you make a much better boyfriend than Santana does a girlfriend."
"Damnit, Rachel," Finn says. "You know I hate it when you do that."
"Am I wrong?"
Finn sighs. "No. You're not wrong."
"Well, then, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home since school is over for the day."
Rachel exits the empty classroom leaving Finn looking disheartened while Tina and Artie just look astonished.
…
That night Rachel can't fall asleep again. After about an hour of tossing and turning, she gives up this time and pulls out her school work. She's currently only two weeks ahead of her classes, so this is the perfect time to remedy the situation.
She finally dozes off in the middle of European History, sometimes after four. She knows this because when she starts the subject it's 3:49 a.m. and she feels confident that she was reading for at least fifteen minutes beforehand.
She doesn’t wake up feeling her normal refreshed self, but nonetheless begins her usual morning routine. She managed to get through Monday on very little sleep and it seems that is how Tuesday is going to be as well.
…
Tuesday morning, Kurt is cornered by Finn, Tina and Artie.
"It's not true," Finn tells Kurt.
"You're sure?"
"We are," Tina says.
"She said so?" Kurt asks.
"Well, technically no," Finn says. "She just told us that it isn't any of our business."
"Yeah," Artie says. "And then she lectured Finn before stalking off."
"So what makes you say it isn't true?" Kurt presses.
"I don't think she'd be so defensive if it was true," Tina replies.
"Really?"
"Really."
Kurt sighs. "Yeah. Fine then."
"What's the big deal?" Finn asks.
"I just want another interesting scandal," Kurt explains. "Babygate really gave me an appetite for it."
"Something good will come up," Tina says. "It always does."
"Maybe I should watch more reality TV," Kurt mutters.
…
"…it's just that I'm concerned," Will tells Emma over lunch. "And I know I shouldn't put such stock in rumors, but I can't help but worry."
"No, I've heard them as well," Emma says.
"And it's not good. Right?"
"Well, certainly the tone of the gossip has changed drastically this year," Emma agrees.
"I'm not sure what to think anymore," Will laments.
"I'm disappointed in you William," Sue says sitting across from them. "I really expected more open mindedness from the organizer of such a rag tag group of misfits. Apparently I misjudged you."
"And why is that, Sue?"
"The amount of bullcrap that floats through these halls is obscene. I'm surprised that you pay attention to any of it."
"It's hard to ignore things when they're said constantly," Will argues.
"Still, I'd think you of all people would have a little faith in Streisand."
"Rachel's done plenty to be concerned about."
"You're no saint, William," Sue reminds him. "Some of the dancing alone is outlawed in five states. And I'm pretty sure a white man like you rapping in Detroit would be shot."
"Sue," Emma says. "Will is just concerned that Rachel's heading in a bad direction."
"Why? Because she's finally hanging out with winners? Instead of that band of muppets you call a glee club? Perhaps his concern stems more from Liza pulling away from his misguided tutelage. Does it hurt you to know another one of your sheep is leaving the flock?"
"I would hardly call what's happening with Rachel leaving the flock," Will replies.
"Of course not," Sue says. "Those blinders you're wearing are quite large. But as much as I'd like to stay and tell you how wrong you are William, Isis, I have things I'd rather be doing."
…
Rachel is literally dragged into Sue's office by two freshmen Cheerios. She's pushed into a chair and left alone with Coach Sylvester.
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Rachel asks, fighting a smirk.
Sue nods. "I did, Berry. As I'm sure you're aware as the coach of a nationally ranked cheerleading squad, I am an exceptional leader. Unfortunately, the same can not be said about your squiggly haired one. And because of that, I feel that I should take you under my wing and acclimate you with what it's like to be a winner in every aspect of your life; specifically your educational side. You've taken an important first step by surrounding yourself with winners. The next step is acknowledging what I Sue Sylvester can do for you."
"Uh, Coach, no offense meant," Rachel says. "But you sound a bit like a recruitment brochure for a cult."
"I suppose you could look at it that way," Sue replies. "The Cult of Sue Sylvester. I like the sound of that. See, I knew you were worth the time. Lopez made an excellent choice. It's nice to see that as an almost four year member of the Cult of Sue that Lopez has grown."
"I'm sure she'll appreciate knowing that," Rachel says. "But I'll admit I'm a bit bewildered by what you hope to accomplish in this meeting."
"You see that's another thing I like about you, Berry," Sue says. "Straight forward."
"Thank you."
"I simply wanted to let you know that I'm in your corner," Sue continues. "Unlike other less illustrious faculty in this swamp of failure, I don't see all these changes in you as a bad thing. I believe you should embrace it."
"Thank you, Coach," Rachel replies. "However, I believe I already am."
"I know. I just wanted it reiterate it in case you're faced with some strong arguments otherwise. Not that I think you'll buckle, but more as a friendly warning to the newest pledge of the Cult of Sue."
"Yes, well, thank you, again," Rachel says. "Not to be rude, but is that all? It's just I'm missing Trigonometry and--"
"Yes, of course," Sue replies. "That is all. Feel free to stop by anytime. Now there's a 25% that I won't set the hose on you."
Rachel just gives a half smile as she stands and heads back to class.
…
When Will arrives at glee that afternoon, he tries to be extra observant. He hates that he'd even think it, but he has considered that Sue might be right. Though he'd never say it out loud.
But he also finds relaxed Rachel disconcerting. She's still just as bossy and intense, but she doesn't pull it out all the time, every day. There are still epic disagreements between Rachel and Mercedes as well as Rachel and Kurt, but now they don’t happen at the drop of a hat.
However, he notices today that the room is strangely divided and oddly quiet. Santana is practically in Brittany's lap who is playing with Quinn's hair. While Puck and Rachel, sitting next to them, have their heads bent together, whispering. The rest of the kids are on the opposite side of the room in a huddle, whispering and pointing. Will wonders if he missed something or if this is left over from last week's drama.
He also wonders if he should be so invested in the drama of teenagers.
Everything goes normally until near the end.
While dancing, Finn bumps into Kurt who falls against Puck.
"Watch it, dude," Puck mumbles, pushing him back slightly.
"It wasn't my fault," Kurt replies.
"Well, maybe if you'd stop staring and pay attention to your own shit, you wouldn't have run into Hudson."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't," Puck sneers.
"Guys, this isn't helpful," Will interjects. "Let's just try again."
"Actually, Mr. Schue," Rachel interrupts. "I think it'd be better if we just quit for the day."
Everyone just stares at her.
"I just don't think we're going to make any more progress today," Rachel continues, seemingly oblivious. "And so we should stop now before the machismo gets out of hand."
"Um, all right," Will agrees. "How about everyone else? Should we stop for the day?"
His answer is for everyone to begin scrambling for their things.
"Okay, then, guys," Will says over the shuffle. "See you guys tomorrow."
He watches them trickle out. He watches Quinn walk out with Brittany following, while dragging Santana with her. For some reason Puck is giving Rachel a piggy back ride and they trail out after the Cheerios. He notices Kurt and Mercedes hanging back, heads bent together, whispering. They're the last ones to leave the room.
Will gathers his own things and turns off the light as he leaves. Tomorrow, he decides, he'll talk to Rachel. If he can just touch base with her, it will most likely set his mind at ease.
…
Rachel lets out a frustrated scream into her pillow. She can't fall asleep. Again. She's beginning to become concerned. It doesn't bode well in her mind that she's unable to sleep for a third night. Now she finds herself becoming slightly paranoid. Is there something wrong with her? Because insomnia is not something future stars get. Also, she needs her beauty sleep.
She's also beginning to feel the effects of her sleep deprivation. She's thankful that she's been able to doze for a few hours, but a full eight hours is what she needs to truly function.
She's really not in the mood for homework and she did make excellent progress the night before, so she decides to read instead. She looks over the small stack of books next to her bed. She discards both Jude the Obscure and The Heart is a Lonely Hunter because they're just too depressing at the moment. She also passes Don Quixote and The House of the Spirits for being too epic. She finally settles on The Nice and the Good. She cracks the spine and begins reading.
A head of department, working quietly in his room in Whitehall on a summer afternoon…
…
The next morning, Rachel stops by Mr. Schuester's office. She wants to discuss the possibility of doing a mash up of Broadway tunes; she already has some ideas.
"Oh, Rachel, good," Will says when she knocks on his door. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Excellent, Mr. Schue," Rachel replies. "Because I have some ideas I'd like to run by you for glee.
"And you can, I promise," he tells her. "But if you could sit and we could talk first for a moment."
Hesitantly, Rachel sits. It seems Coach Sylvester is more prophetic than Rachel realized.
"It's been a while since we've really chatted," Will begins.
"No offense, Mr. Schue," Rachel says. "But we've never really chatted before."
"Right, well then this is a perfect time to start. Don't you think?"
"Perhaps," Rachel cautiously agrees. "It depends on what you'd like to discuss, though."
"Nothing in particular. I just want to make sure you're doing fine. It's been a crazy year so far, don't you think?"
"I suppose so."
"And I want you to know," Will continues. "That my door is always open. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always willing to listen."
"Thank you, Mr. Schuester," Rachel replies. "But I feel that I have an adequate number of confidants."
"Good. Well, good then. Because I had some concerns."
"Such as?"
"While I'm pleased that you've seemed to have forged real friendships, I wonder if perhaps they're dragging you in the wrong direction."
"What direction is that?" Rachel questions.
Will chuckles nervously. "Away from the Rachel Berry we all know and love."
"Well considering how loved that Rachel Berry was, perhaps it's not such a bad thing."
"Rachel just because things didn't exactly go your way last year, doesn't mean you should abandon yourself."
"I'm not," Rachel insists. "I'm just allowing myself to grow in another direction. Also, Mr. Schuester, I would think of all the people in this place, you'd be glad of my metamorphosis. It certainly makes your life easier."
"Rachel, that's not fair."
"No need to get defensive," Rachel says. "I'm just stating the obvious."
"I just don't appreciate the implications you're making, Rachel."
Rachel sighs. "Mr. Schuester, no offense was intended. And may I remind you, that you're the one that began this conversation. If you didn't want to confront such issues, then maybe you shouldn't have brought it up."
"Rachel, I'm still your teacher," Will says.
"I agree," Rachel replies. "However, please enlighten me about what I just said that was untrue."
"Okay," Will says. "I'm going to interpret this as you telling me you'd rather not talk at the moment."
"That is an excellent deduction," Rachel agrees. "Is it all right if I head to class?"
"Yes, of course. I'll see you in Spanish."
"See you later, Mr. Scue."
…
At the end of the day, Rachel is gathering her homework when the same two freshmen Cheerios that dragged her to Coach Sylvester's office approach her.
"Hi Rachel," the blonde one giggles as the red head joins in.
"Hello."
Rachel continues what she was doing as they just stand there, whispering and giggling. Once Rachel's done, she closes her locker.
"Well, I have to be going."
"We just wanted to let you know that we think you're super hot."
"Thank you."
"And if you ever want to, you know, we'd totally be up for it."
Rachel blinks once. "Both of you?"
They nod enthusiastically.
Rachel fights the urge to pinch herself because she feels like she's fallen into one of Noah's pornos. She tries to peripherally look around for a camera.
"You are aware that I have a fairly possessive girlfriend, aren't you?"
They nod again. "But if she's there too, then it should be okay. Right?" The red head replies.
Rachel has definitely fallen into one of Noah's fantasies.
"I'll keep you in mind," is all she says.
"It's just," the blonde says. "We know you're up for it. I mean, I know we're just freshmen, not juniors like Puck or Brittany, but as Cheerios, we are very bendy."
Rachel groans because she's only human and she's fully aware of how flexible Cheerios can be. The image that comes to her is ridiculously hot and probably fairly accurate.
"Yes, well, thanks. But I need to be going."
"Bye Rachel," both girls sing song.
…
That night Rachel stares at her ceiling in a resigned funk; no sleep again tonight. What can she do tonight instead?
She pulls out a pink and white polka dotted notebook. She has two in her night stand; a pink glittery one that's her diary and the other that is her sketchbook of sorts. It's how she figures out the pranks she's going to pull. It's filling faster than her diary as of late. She has so many ideas. She wishes Figgins hadn't threatened Noah, then she could do something whenever she had an idea, instead of waiting for the perfect opportunity. It makes her want to take away some of his power.
Which gives her the perfect idea.
She spends the rest of the night planning. She doesn't get any sleep. Nevertheless, she's feeling energetic in the morning because of it.
…
"I think we should have sex," Brittany tells Santana as they primp at their lockers Thursday morning.
"Uh, Britt, we don't do that anymore, remember?"
"Not just us, but Rachel too," Brittany smiles.
"Oh. I'm still not sure that she'd go for it," Santana says, cautiously.
"Yeah, she would," Brittany assures her. "She likes me. And I'm hot. And she has a thing for Cheerios. She told me. It's how come you guys do it so much at school. She thinks you're smokin' hot in your uniform."
"Well that's because I'm smokin' hot, period."
"And it'd be fun," Brittany adds.
"You're serious?"
Brittany nods so enthusiastically that Santana is afraid she's going to hurt herself.
"I'll mention it to her."
Brittany hugs Santana. "It's okay if you don't want to, S. I know you don't like to share."
"You're different, B," Santana replies. "You know that."
"I know."
…
"You wanted to see me, Ms. Pillsbury?" Rachel asks as she sticks her head in Emma's office.
"I do," Emma says. "Please have a seat."
Rachel does and waits.
"I'm sorry to take you away from lunch," Emma says. "But I assumed you'd rather not skip class."
"Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury. You are correct."
"I just wanted…to check in with you. See how you're doing."
"I'm fine," Rachel assures her.
"Because I've…heard some things and--"
"You wanted to stop my complete and utter corruption before it's too late."
"I wouldn't put it quite that way," Emma says. "But yes."
"Well let me assure you," Rachel replies. "I'm fine. I'm not spiraling downward or being tainted. I'm simply evolving as one is supposed to during their tenure in high school."
"Yes, I agree with the sentiment. But the direction you appear to be heading is doesn’t seem the best."
"Because I'm no longer the school's chum bucket? I certainly prefer it that way," Rachel says.
"As you should," Emma replies.
"I just don't understand why everyone is up in arms over a few rumors. They're rumors. More horrible things have been said about me. If sounding a little adventurous in bed earns me a little respect, then so be it. I'm not going to apologize for wanting to not be bullied. And I'm definitely not going to apologize for enjoying sex."
"Of course, Rachel. I just--"
"Except now I still have people bothering me. I don't need any other faculty members pulling me aside."
"Who else has--"
"So I don't mean to be rude, Ms. Pillsbury, but may I go to lunch now?"
"Yes. Of course. If you're sure you're doing fine," Emma says.
"I am."
Emma watches Rachel stand and stalk out looking perturbed. She mentally chastises herself. She didn't really think the meeting was necessary, but Will had repeatedly requested it after his hadn't gone so well the day before. Emma decides to try and stay out of Rachel's life unless she sees real evidence of a downward spiral. Because being reprimanded by Rachel Berry isn't an experience Emma wants to have ever again.
…
Puck is having lunch with Finn, Santana, Brittany and Quinn when he receives a text from Rachel.
I'm beginning to think we should all just have sex because I'm sick of being confronted because of a stupid rumor. Being constantly bothered makes me want to simply do it so I can derive some pleasure from this whole ridiculous thing. Tell Santana I'll see her later. I'm far too agitated at the moment.
Putting his phone away, Puck laughs. "Hey Lopez. Your girl says we should have sex."
"Shut up Puckerman. She did not."
"Yeah," Puck replies. "She did. She's sick of people bugging her about it."
Finn keeps his eyes on his sandwich.
"It'd be good for my rep to bag Santana Lopez's gf," Puck continues. "And I've already banged everyone at this table."
"Really?" Quinn asks. "Everyone?"
"Yeah."
"So I wasn't the one to pop Finnocence's cherry?" Santana asks.
"What?" Finn gasps.
"Except Hudson, bitch," Puck growls.
"You did say everyone," Quinn points out.
"You know what I meant."
"I don't see what they big deal is," Brittany says.
"Yeah," Santana adds. "It's not like we think Finnocence would be pitching in the scenario."
"What?" Finn asks.
"That's true," Quinn agrees.
"I hate you guys," Finn mutters.
…
Rachel eats her lunch on the stage of the auditorium. She sits on the edge of the stage and lets her legs swing occasionally as she chews.
She's not sure why this whole thing is bothering her so much; perhaps because of the lack of sleep. Certainly she's used to people talking about her and saying much more horrendous things. Perhaps it's the confrontations. She wonders why people are so concerned about her now verses before when she was being taunted and bullied. And more specifically, why is she so bothered by it?
It feels like resentment. Where were these concerns when she really needed them? She knows Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury mean well, but it's almost too much too late. At least Coach Sylvester seems to be in her corner. Rachel never thought it would happen, but it seems that the Cheerio coach supports her. And not just because of who she associates with. That she finds both comforting and frightening.
…
For the first time in a long time, Rachel wants to skip glee. She knows that doing so won't lessen the worries everyone has about her. However, part of her doesn't care. If she was a different sort of person, her girlfriend for example, she'd just tell them all to fuck off. Instead, she plans on going home and maybe trying to get some sleep. She feels desperate for it.
She texts Santana to let her know, gathers her things and quietly leaves, desperately hoping she doesn't run into anyone.
Luckily this time, she makes a clean getaway.
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Santana and Brittany arrive a bit early to glee. Santana's hoping to catch a moment with Rachel. She'd been hoping to see her at lunch and had been mildly annoyed when Puck informed her that Rachel wanted to eat by herself.
She's disappointed to find they're the first to arrive. They pick a spot in the back and sit. Brittany is texting, so Santana just closes her eyes and pretends she's somewhere else when her phone beeps.
I'm not feeling so well, so I'm going to skip glee. Stop by later and say hello if you'd like.
Santana sighs. Without Rachel, glee is pointless to her. Looking around, she sees only Mike and Finn. Finn's at the drums and Mike is dancing to some beat Finn is pounding out. She grabs Brittany, who is still texting, and walks out.
It isn't until they're sitting in Santana's car and heading towards Rachel's that Brittany asks, "What about glee?"
"We're skipping it."
"Oh. Kay." And then Brittany returns to her texting.
…
Santana unlocks the Berry front door and Brittany follows her in. They drop their things by the door and tromp up the stairs to Rachel's room. There they find a very frustrated Rachel Berry, though neither is sure why.
Brittany bounces over to the bed. "Hi Rachel."
"Hello, Britt," Rachel replies. "Is glee over already?"
"We're skipping."
Rachel turns to Santana. "Santana," she admonishes. "Being short three members will greatly affect today's practice."
"Depends on which three members," Santana replies. "Even if it's just you, practice is already affected."
"Santana missed you," Brittany adds.
"Ah, I missed you too," Rachel says, patting the bed as Santana flops down next to her.
Brittany flops down on the other side of Rachel.
"What are you doing anyway?" Santana asks. She doesn't see any homework out or a book open and the TV is off.
"Oh. I was trying to sleep," Rachel replies. "I haven't been able to get my usual eight hours a night this week."
"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" Santana asks. "Because I definitely wouldn't have guessed that from your behavior this week."
"It's nobody's business," Rachel replies. "And I didn't want you to worry."
"Or I could have come over and helped out," Santana says.
"While I admit sleeping with you is a thousand times better than sleeping alone," Rachel says. "I'm not sure it would have helped."
"She means sex, silly," Brittany says. "Which we can try now."
"I think I missed something," Rachel says.
"You and me and Santana should have sex," Brittany tells her. "It'll be fun. And then maybe after you'll be able to sleep."
Rachel tries to catch Santana's eye to gauge her opinion of the suggestion, but her girlfriend currently has her head buried against Rachel's shoulder.
"Uh…"
"You both want to," Brittany continues. "I know you do. But you'll never say it cause you don't want to hurt each other's feelings. So it's up to me."
Rachel has a feeling Brittany's correct. She seems to have this uncanny understanding of the relationship. And she's Santana's best friend, so she would probably know. Moreover, the blonde is right, Rachel does want to. Ever since Puck, Santana and Brittany spent the night in her bed. She certainly can't deny that she finds the idea of Santana and Brittany hot. Realizing the exact nature of their relationship the year before, is what enabled Rachel to deduce that she's not entirely straight.
"Okay."
Santana's head shoots up. "What?"
"Okay. Let's do it."
"Yay!" Brittany says, clapping. She jumps off the bed and locks Rachel's bedroom door even though it's highly unlikely that either of Rachel's dads will be home any time soon. Brittany then begins getting undressed.
"Whoa, hold it there, Britt," Rachel says, sitting up. "Let me."
Santana watches as Rachel climbs off the bed and grabs Brittany. She sits her on the bed and kisses her. With Britt sitting, Rachel now has a slight height advantage. Santana crawls over and sits behind Brittany. Grabbing Rachel's ass, she pulls her girlfriend closer until the three of them are flush together.
As Santana begins pulling off what of Rachel's clothes she can reach, Rachel pulls off Brittany's Cheerio top so forcefully, Santana thinks she might rip it. Brittany's bra quickly follows and Rachel has engulfed a nipple in her mouth.
Brittany groans. "See, I told you, S. It's the uniform."
Rachel switches to the other breast. "More stripping. Less talking."
…
Rachel did doze off a bit afterwards, but since the sex lasted longer than the nap, she's not sure how helpful it really was. Unfortunately, it seems to have helped enough to stop her from sleeping now. She internally shrugs because she'd assumed this would happen anyway. She's given herself an hour to fall asleep to no avail and so Rachel decides to follow through on her plans.
Getting dressed, she pulls on black jeans, a black hooded sweatshirt and her converse sneakers. She grabs the plans she drew up the night before and heads downstairs. In the garage, she finds the necessary tools and throws them into a duffel that her dads keep in the hall closet. Luckily, it's black as well.
She's thankful that she has her own car, even if she rarely uses it. It's not her fault that all the people in her life would rather drive. She drives to school as quickly and as safely as she can.
She parks her car in the darkest part of the parking lot. She knows it's dangerous out here at night, alone, but she has mace and she knows self defense. However, she figures the faster everything is done, the faster she can get back to the safety of her house.
She makes quick work of the lock and sneaks inside. Once inside, she pulls off the backpack and digs out her plans. First things first, she puts on a headlight. This frees up her hands. She's made a list of steps and so she starts with number one. Thankfully, her extensive planning skills mean all she has to do is follow everything she wrote down and she'll be done in no time. She gets to work.
Part Two