fic: Agree to Disagree - part two
Title: Agree to Disagree - part two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Brittany/Marisa, Puck, Coach Sylvester, Mike/Wendy, Artie, Quinn, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Finn, Figgins, Becky, Tomás Lopez, Clara, Lopez, Rachel's dads
Rating: light R
Summary: A group prank is planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~16,100
Spoilers: just previous parts of this series
A/N: Follows A Good Day
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Part Two
Santana’s cell phone vibrates right before lunch.
Things are mostly worked out. I’m going home to talk with daddy. I will call you later.
It’s vague, but calm, so Santana tries not to let her worry grow. Though, honestly, Santana’s more worried about how the talk with Michael’s going to go. Even though he unsuccessfully tried to keep them apart last year, that doesn’t mean that he won’t attempt something similar again.
…
When Kurt sits down to lunch, he eagerly looks around for the others. The rumors are flying about the Prankster and he wants to compare notes.
“Did you hear?” Mercedes asks as she sits across from Kurt.
“Rumors are flying, though, so nothing solid.”
Mercedes nods. “No one knows for sure yet, who the prankster is.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see who’s suspended,” Kurt says.
“Hey guys,” Artie says as he joins them.
“Did you hear?” Kurt asks. “Figgins finally caught the Prankster.
“Yeah,” Artie replies. “I, uh, heard.”
“Who do you think it is?” Mercedes asks.
“Uh…”
“Hey guys,” Mike says, sitting next to Kurt.
“Mike. Wendy.”
The Cheerio just nods as she sits.
“Hear anything about the Prankster?” Kurt asks them.
Wendy smirks, but keeps her head down, which catches Kurt’s attention.
“What do you know?” he asks her.
She looks at him in surprise. “I’ve heard various stuff floating around. Who knows if it’s true or not?”
“Someone has to know,” Kurt says.
The table’s quiet when Quinn sits down next to Mercedes.
“So Berry finally got busted for being the prankster, huh?”
Kurt and Mercedes stare at Quinn in shock as Artie groans and Mike smirks.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt manages. “Could you repeat that?”
Quinn looks towards Mike and Artie. “I mean, she was caught. So, it’s not a secret anymore, right?”
“Huh,” Kurt murmurs.
Artie shakes his head.
“You knew?” Mercedes asks.
Quinn nods. “Kinda just happened.”
“Huh,” Kurt mutters.
“You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Mercedes questions.
“Wasn’t my secret to tell.”
“When has that ever stopped any of us?” Mercedes asks.
Mike laughs.
“And risk Santana’s wrath?” Quinn replies. “No thank you.”
“You really expect me to believe that Rachel Berry is the Prankster?” Kurt questions. “The Prankster that’s been pulling things at McKinley for almost two years?”
“Yep,” Wendy giggles.
“Wait a minute,” Mercedes says, turning to Wendy. “You knew?”
Wendy nods.
"Someone pinch me," Kurt says. "Because I'm obviously not awake."
Mike reaches over, but is stopped by Kurt.
"It was a figure of speech."
"So you all knew?" Mercedes clarifies.
"Yep," Quinn replies.
"Anyone else?"
"A few others," Mike answers.
"Santana, of course," Kurt says, thinking out loud. "I'm assuming probably Puck and Brittany.
Artie nods.
"Anyone else?" Kurt asks.
"Just Tina," Artie says.
"And Coach Sylvester," Quinn offers.
"This must be what going crazy feels like," Kurt mumbles to himself.
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised too," Quinn agrees.
“I mean, I guess it makes sense,” Kurt murmurs to himself. “Santana and Puck are a bad influence.”
“This is all my fault,” Artie says.
“How is this your fault?” Mercedes asks.
“Because pulling a group prank was my idea.”
“You guys pulled a group prank?” Kurt asks.
“Well, we got caught before we could finish,” Mike says.
“I think I need to go lay down.”
“You’re being a bit melodramatic, don’t you think, Kurt?” Quinn asks.
“I just can’t believe that Finn was right,” Kurt retorts.
Everyone, but Wendy groans.
“He’s going to be insufferable now, isn’t he?” Artie questions.
“Probably,” Quinn agrees.
“Why do you guys all know?” Mercedes asks. “And not Kurt or me?”
“I guessed,” Mike says.
“Me too,” Artie adds.
“Artie told me on accident,” Quinn says.”
“Me too,” Wendy throws out.
“I wonder where Puck and Santana are,” Mercedes says. “I have so many questions.”
“God, Lopez is going to be so annoying without Berry around,” Quinn groans.
“As long as Britt’s around,” Mike says. “It should be fine.”
“I hope so.”
…
“So why are we hiding again?” Marisa asks.
“We’re not hiding,” Santana grumbles. “I just don’t feel like being around those morons.”
Brittany nods.
“Yeah,” Puck adds. “Hummel would be all over us, asking about Rach being the prankster.”
“So?”
“I’m just not in the mood.”
“Do you think Rachel is okay?” Marisa asks.
“I’m sure she’s in deep shit with her dads,” Puck replies.
“I was afraid that Figgins was going to make Rachel pay the school back,” Brittany says. “You know, cause all the pranks needed undoing.”
“I think his joy over catching the prankster probably distracted him from that,” Puck replies.
…
Over a simple lunch of sandwiches and fruit, Rachel and her daddy, sit in silence and avoid eye contact. Rachel knows a lecture and most likely yelling will eventually happen and she’s grateful that they’re eating first. Arguing is easier with proper nutrition.
They clean up in silence as well; which only takes a few moments, but the tension in the air is thick.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t ground you until graduation,” Michael says as they sit back down at the table.
“How would you enforce it?” Rachel questions.
“I feel like the flippancy is still present.”
“I’m just not sure why you’d be punishing me,” Rachel replies. “I know you have no problem with the occasional juvenile hijinks.”
“You call pulling over fifty pranks, juvenile hijinks?” Michael asks.
“Yes.”
Michael examines her for a moment. “And I suppose that Santana has nothing to do with this? At all?”
Rachel shakes her head. “Not if you’re trying to pin the blame on her.”
“She’s a bad influence over you,” Michael insists.
“I respectfully disagree.”
“You’ve been suspended for five days!”
“Which is not Santana’s fault,” Rachel replies.
“You really expect me to believe that Santana isn’t the reason you started all this?” Michael questions.
“Yes,” Rachel says. “Besides, this has been going on for two years. Do you really think she’s been pushing me this entire time?”
“Maybe not,” Michael replies. “But I don’t doubt that she planted the idea in your head and then encouraged you for the past two years.”
“Why are you so unwilling to place the blame solely on me?” Rachel asks. “Because no matter whose idea it was initially, it was me who came up with the idea of spraying slushies from the school sprinklers or flour bombing the teachers."
Michael stares at her.
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I enjoyed the challenge?” Rachel questions. “That maybe there’s a reason behind my motivation?”
“You mean besides arrogance?”
“I knew I’d be caught eventually,” Rachel replies.
“And yet, you kept pulling pranks,” Michael says.
“How else are people going to know it’s me?” Rachel counters.
“Oh, so now you wanted to get caught?”
Rachel nods. “Otherwise no one would believe it.”
Michael can only stare at her in disbelief.
…
When Quinn finds Brittany at her locker at the end of the day, Santana is not by her side like Quinn expected.
“Lopez in the bathroom crying over Berry?”
Marisa, who Quinn hadn’t seen right away, looks pained at Quinn’s comment.
“She went to check on Rach,” Brittany replies.
“I’m sure Berry’s fine,” Quinn says.
“Santana just wants to make sure.”
There’s a tone in Brittany’s voice that Quinn doesn’t want to analyze. “So surprisingly I haven’t heard Berry’s name whispered throughout the halls.”
“I don’t think that many people know yet,” Marisa says.
“I told Kurt and Mercedes at lunch,” Quinn replies. “I thought for sure that that would get the rumors flying.”
“They were probably in too much shock,” Marisa says.
“I don’t meant to sound rude, Quinn,” Brittany says. “But why would you tell them?”
“Because they were talking about it at lunch,” Quinn replies. “What’s the big deal?”
Brittany shrugs. “If Figgins wanted to keep things quiet, he could react harshly if he thinks Rachel’s out here bragging.”
“Well then he’s an idiot, since she’s not even here today.”
…
When the doorbell rings, Rachel lets out a sigh of relief. It feels like she’s been arguing with her daddy about this for hours.
Rachel’s surprised to find Santana at the door. It must be later than she thought.
“Please tell me that you didn’t skip,” Rachel says.
Santana shakes her head. “But I am skipping Cheerios.”
“I’m not sure now is the best time,” Rachel says.
“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Santana replies.
“Daddy and I are still talking,” Rachel informs her.
“Seriously? Still?”
“Who’s at the door, Rachel?”
“You should go,” Rachel hisses.
“Of course.”
Both Santana and Rachel turn to find Michael standing behind Rachel.
“I should have known that you’d show up eventually,” he says.
“I just wanted to make sure Rach is okay, sir,” Santana replies.
“She’s fine, considering that this is all your fault.”
“Daddy,” Rachel says. “I told you. Santana-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Rachel.”
“Then we seem to me at an impasse, daddy,” Rachel replies. “We’ve been arguing in circles for two hours.”
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you would just realize that she’s dragging you down, Rach.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to say this, daddy,” Rachel replies. “But Santana is not the problem.”
Michael just stares at them both for a long moment before saying,” Fine. You’re right. Neither of us will ever bend on this. We should just agree to disagree.”
“Works for me.”
“And,” Michael continues. “Maybe I should stop trying to parent you.”
“What?”
“Last year when you refused my advice-”
“You mean, your demand?" Rachel interrupts.
“I said I was done then,” Michael continues. “But I thought suspension was serious enough to warrant my involvement. Apparently not.”
“Daddy…”
“We’re never going to see eye to eye on this,” Michael says. “I think your dad should be the main contact from now on. It’s probably better for all of us.”
Rachel can only nod.
“I’ll be in my office,” he says. “Though I must say I am surprised that Santana is still around.”
“Maybe you could finally start to believe in our relationship,” Rachel says.
“Hardly,” Michael replies. “I simply meant that I was impressed that Santana has been able to keep the lie up.”
Rachel's response is interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Surprisingly, Michael is the one who answers it.
“Can I help you?”
“Uh, is Rachel here?”
“Just a moment.” Michael turns to Rachel. “I’ll be in the study.”
Rachel nods as she approaches the door.
“Hey Rach,” Artie greets. “I was worried that you wouldn’t be allowed visitors.”
“Apparently not,” Rachel replies.
“Look Rachel,” Artie starts. “I wanted to apologize. I feel like this is all my fault.”
Standing behind Rachel, Santana scoffs.
“While I appreciate that Artie,” Rachel replies. “I personally don’t feel like that’s true.”
“If we hadn’t done a big group prank-”
“Artie,” Rachel interrupts. “I knew the risks.”
“And the fact that you took all the blame,” Artie continues.
“And all the glory,” Santana offers.
“Either way,” Rachel says. “Everything worked out.”
“But you’re suspended.”
“Better than expelled,” Rachel points out.
“You really don’t blame me?” Artie asks. “Because I don’t want to get on your bad side.”
Rachel chuckles. “I’m sure. But I appreciate the sentiment.”
“It’s self preservation, babe,” Santana quips.
“So what happened exactly?” Artie asks.
“I’m suspended,” Rachel replies. “The rest of the week.”
“Ouch.”
“She seems okay with it,” Santana says.
“While I don’t relish missing so much school, I’m not worried,” Rachel replies.
“Plus it’s probably better this way,” Santana offers. “When everyone finally learns who the prankster is, it’s going to be ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” Artie agrees. “It’s probably better that you’re not going to be there.”
“I was actually thinking the same thing,” Rachel says.
“Anyway, I should go,” Artie says. “I told my mom that I’d stop by the store for her on my way home. But we’re good, Rach?”
Rachel nods. “We’re good Artie.”
“I suppose I better go too,” Santana says as Artie heads towards his car. “As your daddy’s least favorite person, it would probably be better for everyone if I didn’t hang around. Call you later?”
Rachel nods and gives Santana a brief kiss, mindful of the fact that her daddy could pop out any minute. She watches Santana walk to her car and waves as she drives away. Closing the front door, Rachel heads up to her room so she can plan out her week of suspension.
…
Despite, for once, not being alone in her house, Rachel makes herself an early dinner and eats it quietly at the kitchen table. She considers asking her daddy if he wants anything, but she figures he's an adult and can take care of himself.
Back in her room, she does her homework. She knows Santana and Noah would mock her for doing her homework when she's suspended, but there's a reason why she asked every teacher for their lesson plan at the beginning of the year. She knows most in her situation would see a week of suspension as a vacation, but Rachel doesn't want to stop her routine.
She's just finishing a history essay that's supposed to be due in a week when her cell phone rings. It's her dad and Rachel immediately wonders if he's calling to defend daddy or to try and rebuke her since she still actually listens to him.
"So Michael tells me you've been suspended," her dad says eventually. "For an entire week. And that you've been pulling pranks for the last two years."
"I have."
There's a long pause before her dad responds. "And there's nothing you'd like to add? Perhaps speak in your defense? You're usually rather effusive about such things."
"For once, I have nothing to add," Rachel replies. "Nothing I say is going to change things."
Her dad sighs. "Look, honey, I know trying to convince Michael is a futile activity, but that doesn't mean that I've already made up my mind about the situation."
"I'm pleased to hear that dad," Rachel says. "However, it honestly doesn't matter."
"Just because the two of you don't see eye to eye, doesn't mean that you have to cut us both out, Rachel."
"Why?" Rachel asks. "Are you going to take my side?"
"I honestly don't know honey," he replies.
"Well, at least you're honest." Rachel expects her dad to sigh loudly and give up on her, but he surprises her.
"The thing is," he starts. "I realize that Michael's not being fair to you, especially considering the reasons behind it."
"What exactly is his problem with Santana?"
Her dad sighs again. "She reminds him of himself when he was your age. He was the self hating jock who bullied people to feel better about himself. The difference is, he didn't meet someone who loved him in spite of all that, thus giving him a reason to reform."
"Oh."
"Michael matured a lot in college," he continues. "I've only heard stories, but it's definitely true."
"So he's upset that Santana got her second chance sooner? Or that I'm the one providing it?"
"A little of both, honestly."
"What am I supposed to do then?" Rachel asks. "And that can't be all."
"No, it's not," her dad agrees. "He also really does believe all those things he's saying. He really does worry that she'll stop you from achieving your dreams."
"Why? Santana is incredibly smart and ridiculously ambitious. What could she want that would hold me back?"
"I really don't know, honey. It's just what he believes."
"So it really is a stalemate," Rachel mutters.
"We just need to give him some time," he says.
"You don't think the past year is enough?" Rachel questions.
"I consider him pretending that she doesn't exist progress," her dad replies.
"Denial is not progress."
"I know, but maybe it'll give him enough emotional distance that he'll be willing to have a civil conversation."
"I guess anything's possible," Rachel says.
…
When Santana arrives at McKinley on Tuesday, the rumors of who the Prankster is are flying. Even though Quinn spilled the beans about Rachel yesterday at lunch, Santana's pretty sure that most people either don't believe it or haven't heard it yet. She and Britt have a bet on how long it will be before the whole school knows.
Santana can feel people's eyes on her and she wonders if it's because they think she's the Prankster or because they know it's Rach.
…
"I'm surprised Kurt isn't here interrogating us," Tina says at lunch.
"Maybe his head exploded," Mike suggests. "He did seem pretty shocked yesterday."
"Leave it to Quinn to just blurt it out," Tina retorts.
"She's Quinn Fabray," Artie replies. "She can do whatever the hell she wants."
"That's for damn sure," Wendy mutters.
Brittany giggles. "I don't think Kurt would have believed it otherwise."
"Even if Rach had been the one to tell him?" Marisa asks.
Brittany nods. "He'd probably think she was doing it to distract everyone from San."
…
Will is still in shock as he sits down across from Emma for lunch. It's obvious that she's heard, judging by the slightly too wide smile she's wearing.
"Who did you hear it from?"
"Becky," Emma replies. "I think Sue told her to tell me. You?"
"Finn told me, actually," Will replies. "He's been saying it's Rachel for over a year now. I think he's just glad to finally be right."
"That's, uh... Finn, really?"
Will nods. "I'm not sure the world makes sense anymore. I mean, Rachel's a delinquent and Finn... well, anyway."
"Certainly a more interesting world."
"I suppose you're pleased," Will says.
"Quite, actually," Sue replies. "But not for the reasons your fluffy head is imagining."
"Why?" Emma asks.
"Because I was proven right about Berry," Sue tells them. "And it gained me an ally and you a foe. God, I love every part of that sentence."
"And the ally you gained is... Rachel Berry?" Emma asks.
"Indeed," Sue replies. "I can admit now that I underestimated the midget. She's going places and not just because she's one of the few of your rejects that can actually sing."
"How long have you known?" Will asks.
Sue grins and Will is afraid.
"I'm surprised that you would keep Rachel's secret," Emma observes. "After all, taking down Rachel would in turn hurt glee."
"Perhaps," Sue nods. "But this whole situation has been so entertaining; plus I do enjoy lording information over William here."
"Sue..."
"Don't even, William," Sue replies. "I supported Berry. You just tried to trick her into confessing. Unlike you, my loyalty isn't something so easily tossed aside."
"I can't tell if you really believe that," Will says. "Or if you just enjoy messing with me."
"Why can't it be both?"
…
Deciding to use her unexpected free time wisely, Rachel decides to make two separate life plans; one that includes staying with Santana after graduation and one that doesn't. Even though the thought of breaking up with Santana physically hurts to think about, Rachel knows it has to be considered. They both want too much in life to let their relationship get in the way and Rachel fears that while staying with Santana may lead to immediate and continued happiness, it's doomed in the long run.
Even though the decision has been floating around in her head for months, Rachel's mostly only given it a cursory thought. Her suspension means she no longer has the excuse of no time. And so, Rachel pulls out a notebook and begins to create two entirely different life plans.
…
Santana is really not in the mood for glee this afternoon. Having to deal with Hudson's joy at being right or Mr. Schue's confusion or even Kurt's endless questions sounds like something too painful to endure without Rachel. This makes the fact that she and Britt are the first ones to arrive even more surprising. Santana shakes her head at herself. Rachel will be pleased to know that Brittany still has plenty of pull over Santana.
To her immense relief, Mike shows up next, then Quinn and then the others straggle in one at a time, except for Finn who arrives last.
He stands in front of the room looking smug. "I freaking told you guys it was Rachel, but no one believed me."
"Big deal," Puck says from behind Santana. "You were right once. Law of averages."
This earns a laugh from the entire room.
"Hey," Finn says. "I've been right before."
"Yeah, but spelling both your first and last name correctly on a test doesn't count," Santana snarks.
"Yeah, you're both real funny," Finn replies. "But I'm still right and now everyone knows that Rach is the Prankster."
"And now we have proof that she really is cooler than you Finn," Brittany speaks up.
"You know what? I've had it with you guys-"
"Okay, guys," Mr. Schuester says, entering the room. "Who's ready to get started?"
Kurt's hand shoots up. "Mr. Schue?"
"Yes Kurt?"
"I know it's a bit... off topic, but I think a discussion about the Prankster would really bring us all together."
Santana, Brittany, and Puck all groan. The others don't look all that eager either.
"Kurt," Mr. Schue starts. "I understand that the identity of the Prankster is big news, but I'm sure that you can find another time to talk it out."
"But Mr. Schue," Kurt continues. "The Prankster is one of us. We need to talk about the implications, the camaraderie it brought, the-"
"Kurt."
"Oh just let him flail from five minutes, Mr. Schue," Puck speaks up. "Otherwise we'll never get any peace."
Mr. Schue sighs. "Fine. Kurt, you have the floor."
"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Kurt jumps up with a grin.
Santana lets out a loud groan.
"Since apparently everyone else knew that Rachel was the Prankster," Kurt starts. "I have a few questions that need to be answered."
"No one's stopping you," Puck retorts.
"But considering Rach is the one with all the answers, I'm not sure what the point is," Mike adds.
"The point is that you guys were involved. Some more than others. And that means you guys have to have some answers."
"Just let him ask his damn questions," Santana says.
Kurt looks shocked. "Thank you Santana."
"Because the sooner this is over, the better."
"Well, yes, there's that," Kurt agrees. "My first question is, has Rachel really been the Prankster this whole time?"
"As opposed to what?" Brittany asks.
Kurt does a double take before replying. "Meaning that maybe Puck or Santana pulled the first couple and then when Rachel the Planner stepped in, it became a brand new game, so to speak."
"Believe what you want, Hummel," Puck says. "But it's been my bro since the beginning. With a little help here and there, of course."
"Of course."
"Is that it Kurt?" Mr. Schue asks.
"My next question," Kurt says. "Who came up with the prank ideas?"
Santana sighs. "Rach mostly."
"Rachel came up with all of them?"
"Don't be silly," Brittany says. "Course not. But she did come up with most of them. But if someone else thought of something they wanted to do, Rach tried to figure out if it was possible and if it was, we did it."
"So you're saying some of the pranks were your idea?"
Brittany nods. "A few."
"And then what? Some were Puck's or Santana's?"
They both nod.
"Huh."
Mercedes leads Kurt back to his seat as he sinks into it.
Artie raises his hand. "Which ones were your ideas, Britt?"
"Um... the pond I think," Brittany replies. "Oooh, and painting the orange line."
"That was you?" Finn asks.
"And so asks the only idiot who was fooled by it," Santana says.
"Shut up, Lopez."
"Is that all your questions, Kurt?"
"I just... Just please tell me that it took more than one person to pull off the castle."
"Oh yeah," Puck grins. "That was a four m-uh, person operation."
Okay, so if that's all..." Mr. Schue waits a moment, but Kurt seems quiet for the moment. "Let's do some singing."
…
It takes more convincing that Santana wants to put forth to convince the others that a surprise group visit to Rachel's might not be the best idea. It's not that she thinks Rachel won't appreciate it, though Santana's still not sure what to think about Kurt; it's more that she's not entirely sure what the situation is with Rachel and her dads.
When she's a block away, she sends Rachel a text asking if it's okay to come over.
Of course it is, Santana. Please do. I've been alone all day and I miss you.
Well that answers that. Santana really don't understand Rachel's dads. She supposes she shouldn't complain. In most other scenarios, she wouldn't be allowed to still see Rachel. The fact that Rachel's dads are hypocritical and judgmental definitely works in her favor.
Though there is a part of her that wishes Rachel had different, better dads; the parents that Santana believes Rachel deserves. Even if it meant they couldn't be together.
But that's not really possible, so Santana just hopes that one day they'll come around.
…
"I can't believe that you knew and didn't tell me."
Wendy rolls her eyes as Missy actually whips her shirt into her locker in anger. It makes her wonder if she'll treat her Cheerios' uniform like that after practice. Coach would not be pleased. Then again, Missy probably doesn't care since she's been sulking ever since she picked Wendy up for morning Cheerios' practice.
"I'm sorry Mis," Wendy says. "But I couldn't."
"Just when I was actually thinking of giving up on her," Missy murmurs. "She has to do something like this and make herself even more attractive."
Wendy sighs. "Give it up, already Missy."
"You got who you wanted, Wendy," Missy replies. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because who I wanted, wasn't dating anyone at the time," Wendy says.
"Stupid rules," Missy grumbles.
…
Walking by Coach Sylvester's office, Kurt sees Becky exiting.
"Hey Becky."
"Hi Kurt."
"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt asks as he starts walking with Becky. He knows better than to slow her down when she's on a mission for Coach Sylvester.
"I guess."
"I don't suppose you know how long the Coach as known that Rachel Berry is the Prankster."
"Um..."
"Because I'm just curious," Kurt continues. "Apparently everyone knew and I'm just trying to figure out how it got past me."
"Wait," Becky says. "So you didn't know?"
Kurt shakes his head.
"Interesting."
Wanting to be polite, Kurt asks, "When did you find out?"
"I figured it out over the summer," Becky replies.
Kurt actually stops walking and just stares at Becky. After a few steps, she stops and turns to face him.
"Really?" Becky questions, rolling her eyes.
"I've just never felt more out of the loop before."
"Well cheer up, Kurt," Becky says as she starts walking again, leaving him behind. "At least you know now."
…
By Wednesday, there's no one at McKinley that doesn't know that Rachel is the Prankster. And they all have an opinion about it.
Santana is almost constantly confronted in the halls; either by someone who wants to congratulate Rachel and call her a genius or by someone who felt violated by a prank and still hasn't gotten over it. The latter is definitely in the minority, but it makes Santana a bit concerned. Maybe Rach should have an escort the first couple days.
…
Because everyone knows that Puck is bros with Rachel, he's approached a lot the rest of the week and asked about her being the Prankster. He really does try and give Rach most of the credit because Santana would kick his ass otherwise, but mostly because he really believes that his bro deserves the credit. The fact that all the girls that approach him seem to find it really hot that he's so supportive of Rachel is just a bonus.
…
The rest of the week passes too slowly for Santana. She splits her time between worrying about Rachel's reception when she returns, being annoyed that she's barely seen her girlfriend, being thoroughly irritated by Hudson's haughtiness and wanting to strangle Kurt because he still can't seem to wrap his head around Rachel being the prankster.
…
Rachel manages to accomplish quite a bit in just four days; not that she's surprised, just pleased. The biggest accomplishment is cleaning out her room. Even though she knows that when she leaves for college in several months, she won't be leaving for good, Rachel also doesn't want to have to come back if she doesn't want to. She has a feeling that things will never really return to how they were between her and her dads. And while she's relieved that she doesn't have to pretend that everything is fine and dandy, Rachel also mourns the loss of her dads; or at least the closer relationship she almost believed they had. She knows admitting that also means admitting how long she's been lying to herself about the relationship as a whole. And while the mature adult she's yearning to be mostly accepts that, the little girl that she's not sure she ever got to be is heartbroken.
This also reminds Rachel that too much time alone makes her very introspective.
…
Friday bro night is like any other night, even if their activity choices have decreased.
"It's too bad you got caught, bro," Noah says as he opens another beer.
"I agree, Noah," Rachel replies. "But for what reason, specifically, were you referring?"
The activity for the night is video games. Noah brought over his console and is trying to teach Rachel how to play various shooter games.
Noah sighs and pauses the game, looking almost apologetic. "I'd been kinda hoping for a absurd and possibly large graduation prank."
"You could still pull one," Rachel tells him.
"I can't actually," Noah replies.
"And why is that?"
"Because no one would ever believe that you weren't behind it," he says. "And knowing Figgins, he wouldn't let you graduate."
"Thanks Noah."
"Plus, we both know that you're the brains of this operation," he says as he unpauses the game and returns his attention to the screen. "And that anything I come up with would either be a complete let down or impossible to pull off."
Rachel smirks. "There's a compliment in there somewhere."
Noah grins back and bumps her with his shoulder. "Never change, Rach."
"I love you too, Noah."
…
"I've been hearing some interesting rumors about you, Rachel."
"Such as?"
It's Sunday night making both Rachel and Santana are relieved that Sunday night dinner is still a regular occurrence. Not that there was a chance of it being canceled, but Santana had been a little worried that if her parents heard about Rachel being the Prankster, which is a possibility since Lima is such a small town, that maybe they wouldn't want to associate with Rachel anymore.
"The talk of the town this week is that you apparently are the notorious prankster at McKinley," Tomás replies.
"Yes, well, good news travels quickly, doesn't it?"
"Are you saying it's true?"
"I am, Clara."
This statement is met with silence and Rachel worries about their reactions. The fact that she's more worried about their disapproval than about her daddy's condemnation isn't lost on her.
"How were you not expelled?" Tomás asks.
Rachel smiles. "I wish I could tell you. But if I do, well, then I'll probably be in even more trouble."
"Please tell me you didn't blackmail anyone," Clara says.
"If you did," Tomás interjects. "Lie to Clara and tell me about it later."
"Papa."
"No Tomás," Rachel replies. "I didn't blackmail anyone."
"Does that mean-"
"Tomás," Rachel interrupts. "I really can't talk about it." Rachel turns to Clara. "And it's not as bad as it seems. I promise."
"Thank you dear," Clara replies. "I'm starting to think it's better if I don't know."
"Plausible deniability," Santana mutters.
"In we weren't in Lima, I'd worry that you were part of the mob or something," Tomás comments.
Rachel glares at Santana. "What have you been telling him?"
Santana holds her hands up in defense. "I'm not the one calling in favors and being all mysterious."
Rachel sighs. "I promise it's nothing illegal. I just know the politics of McKinley and took advantage of the situation, I guess."
"I've honestly never been quite sure about Figgins," Clara says.
"I suppose he means well," Rachel replies. "But he's got a lot working against him."
"Like troublemakers who constantly prank his school," Tomás chuckles.
"I'm not sure I would use the word, constantly," Rachel hedges.
"So when is your suspension over, dear?" Clara asks.
"I return to McKinley tomorrow," Rachel answers.
"Should be interesting," Tomás says.
"I hope not," Santana adds.
"What makes you say that?" Clara asks.
"Because everyone in that school sucks," Santana retorts. "And I really don't know if they're going to validate or vilify Rach."
"An excellent point," Tomás agrees. "You don't seem as concerned, Rachel."
"Santana's concerned enough for both of us," Rachel replies. "And one of us has to remain composed."
Clara stares at Rachel for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you're only seventeen?"
…
Rachel can only admit it to Santana; and Brittany, but only because she guesses it, but she's a bit nervous about returning to McKinley. She knows from personal experience that the students of her high school are cruel, creative creatures.
"The same could be said about you, Rachy," Brittany says.
"You consider me cruel?" Rachel asks.
"Well... not exactly," Brittany replies. "More like, you've been treated pretty bad and your retaliation reflects that."
"That's much more poetic than I would have put it," Rachel says.
"Britt's always had a way with words," Santana adds.
"But you have nothing to worry about Rachy," Brittany says. "Me and S will protect you."
"Thanks Britt."
"Plus there's Mike and Quinn and Puck."
Rachel wasn't expecting that. "Quinn really?"
Brittany nods.
"Because of Alyson?"
"Partly," Brittany replies. "But probably mostly because Coach Sylvester loves you."
Rachel nods in relief. "That makes sense."
"Shall we babe?" Santana asks, offering her arm.
Rachel smiles sweetly as she hooks their arms together. "Lead on, San."
…
The first big difference is that everyone greets Rachel in the hallway. Flanked by Santana and Brittany, Rachel can feel how tense both Cheerios are, which in turn, helps Rachel stay calm. That doesn't meant that Rachel isn't a bit unnerved by all the attention. While she usually welcomes it from any sort of audience, Rachel has never been quite sure about her peers; like she said, they are a malicious and judgmental bunch.
However, it seems like most of the students support her; either because she got classes cancelled or for simply messing with the administration. Almost everyone Rachel encounters has something to say about why they approve of the Prankster.
It's enough for Santana to let her guard down a bit and relish Rachel's enjoyment of her notoriety.
…
There are some days that Puck wishes he did better in school. If he did, maybe he'd be in more classes with Rachel and could watch out for her. Santana's decided that someone with social clout should be Rachel at all times, just in case any of their idiotic classmates want revenge. He'd been surprised when Quinn agreed with Santana, saying that some people weren't happy. He would have figured everyone would have enjoyed the extra days off. Then again, maybe locking everyone inside the school wasn't the best idea.
So he, Mike, Quinn, Britt or Santana will walk with Rachel in the halls for the rest of the week. It's a job that he takes seriously, he just wishes he could help out more.
…
To Rachel's complete annoyance, she's almost immediately pulled out of first period by Ms. Pillsbury.
"I just wanted to check in with you," Ms. Pillsbury explains. "You know, after your, um, suspension."
"I'm fine," Rachel replies.
"There's nothing you need to talk about? Maybe about being discovered, or even what drove you to become the prankster?"
"Maybe I could just have a brochure and go back to class," Rachel suggests.
Ms. Pillsbury looks briefly over her shoulder before saying, "Oh, well, I sincerely doubt I have a brochure for... any of this." She begins wringing her hands. "Are you sure there's nothing you need to discuss?"
Rachel shakes her head. "I'm fine, Ms. Pillsbury."
"All right, Rachel," Ms. Pillsbury says. "You may return to class, but please remember my door is always open."
"Of course," Rachel replies, standing. "Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury."
…
Rachel's only taken a few steps down the hall before she finds Greg Sanderson standing in front of her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm returning to class," Rachel replies.
"We need to talk."
"Why on earth would that be true?" Rachel scoffs.
"Quite a few of us have been just waiting to find out who the Prankster is," Greg replies.
"Again, why?"
"You did some pretty shitty shit to us," Greg growls.
"Shitty shit? Really?"
"So it's payback time," Greg says.
Rachel tries not to let her nervousness show. "You're not worrying about Santana finding out?"
Greg scoffs. "Lopez thinks just because she's managed to dyke up a few hot chicks, she's hot shit. I'm not scared of her."
"What about Coach Sylvester?" Rachel tries.
"What? Is she going to beat me with all her trophies?"
"At least she actually wins things," Rachel can't help but retort.
His response is a back handed slap. It's completely unexpected and has enough force to make Rachel stumble slightly; only her superior balance and pride keeps her from falling backwards.
Greg chuckles cruelly.
Tears in her eyes, Rachel glares at him and clenches her fists, so he can't see her hands shaking as she straightens.
"Well that was unexpected," Greg smirks. "Lopez smack you around a lot?"
"Do you really think I'm not going to speak to the administration about this, Greg?"
"Oh, so you know my name now?"
"What exactly was your plan here?" Rachel continues. "Because if you think for one second that I'm not going to report you, then you really are dumber than you look."
Growling, Greg takes a menacing step forward.
Rachel swallows nervously. "Also, I'm not afraid of you."
Greg grins. "Then you're dumber than you look."
…
Even though Rachel is safely ensconced in class, Santana's still worried. First period is the only class Rachel doesn't share with her or Britt or Quinn or Puck or Mike. Yes, Mike's first period class is right next to Rach's, so he'll be there to walk her right after class, but Santana can't help but worry.
…
As the kids take a surprise quiz, Will's eyes fall on Kurt, and he can't help but remember that Rachel is back at McKinley. Ever since he learned that she's the Prankster, Will's been wondering if Rachel is also the one who has been dumping slushies on him. They've never quite gotten along and he blames himself equally with Rachel on that, but he just can't figure out what he's done that's so horrible to make her want to retaliate like that.
Maybe he should try and talk to her today after class. Rachel's in his last period Spanish, so they'd have the proper time to talk with having to worry about the next period or getting to glee. Perhaps they can finally have the heart to heart he's always wanted.
…
Rachel refuses to flinch as Greg takes another step closer. She hopes he's going for terror over actual violence, but she's doubtful. For some reason, she'd rather face him than run. Even if it ends badly, standing up for herself may stop something like this from happening again. Taking a deep breath, Rachel's stance becomes defensive.
Greg begins laughing, which Rachel understands. As captain of the basketball team, Greg stands over six feet tall. Rachel is not an opposing figure in comparison; still she knows how to defend herself and so she ignores his mocking laughter.
Seeing that Rachel still hasn't back down, Greg's expression sobers and he slowly clenches his fist.
"Hey!"
Both Greg looks over his shoulder as Rachel stretches to see who spoke.
"Get the hell away from her."
Rachel's a bit shocked to see Tony the head janitor standing there. He makes an opposing figure, even if he's shorter than Greg, who backs up slightly.
"We were just talking," Greg says, smiling widely.
"Somehow I doubt that."
"It's not of your damn business, anyway, old man," Greg replies.
Tony sighs. "Kid, I don't have time for your pathetic attempt at threats, so just back away."
Greg takes a step back. "Whatever. What are you going to do? Follow her around?"
"Don't be stupid," Tony retorts. "I'm simply going to tell Coach Sylvester about the situation. And then if anything happens to Ms. Berry, you'll have to answer to her."
"Like I'm afraid of a super bitchy cheerleading coach," Greg scoffs.
"Well what about the Cheerio that broke your leg and jaw?" Tony asks. "Are you afraid of her? Because I'm sure she'll be upset. I wonder what she'll do..."
Rachel watches Greg swallow slowly.
"So why don't you do us all a favor," Tony continues. "And leave Ms. Berry alone. From now on."
Greg closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths as he shakes slightly in anger. Opening his eyes, he nods. "Fine." He backs away from Rachel and skulks down the hall.
Once he's out of sight, Rachel lets out a sigh of relief.
"You okay?"
Rachel nods.
"Good. Let's go get you some ice for that cheek."
…
Spying Quinn and Rachel sitting together at lunch is surprising to Kurt, but it doesn't stop him from dragging Mercedes over to the table and sitting down.
"Ladies," he says sitting.
Quinn, for some reason, rolls her eyes.
"Hi Kurt."
"How are things?" Kurt asks.
"Fine," Rachel replies. "And you?"
"Fine as well," Kurt says. "So your day's going fine?"
"Just ask your damn questions, Hummel," Quinn growls.
"What's got you all pissy?" Mercedes asks.
"What's your question Kurt?" Rachel interjects.
Kurt's curiosity is piqued by Rachel's sudden outburst. He'd been under the impression that she wasn't all that eager to talk about being the Prankster. But he can only handle one interrogation at a time and he's been waiting for a week to talk to Rachel about this. Santana had threatened horrendous things if he'd gone to her house for gossip and so Kurt had abided.
"How the hell did you not get expelled?" Kurt asks.
Rachel shakes her head. "Can't say."
"Nothing? Not even if it's because of some old obscure rule that you found somewhere?" Kurt asks.
"Even then," Rachel confirms.
Kurt is actively staring at Rachel. "I just can't quite..."
Rachel sighs. "Yes Kurt?"
"Sorry Rach," Kurt replies. "I seem to be having a hard time accepting the fact that you're the Prankster."
"Why?
"I don't know," he says. "I guess I just never knew that you had it in you."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Welcome back," Artie says, joining them.
"Thanks Artie." Rachel turns to Mercedes. "Are you having... similar issues?"
"Not exactly," she replies. "But it is weird. Or at least super unexpected."
"I guess."
"Hey guys."
Mike and Wendy suddenly appear and sit next to Rachel.
"Welcome back, Rachel," Wendy says.
"Thanks."
"Is it weird being back?" Mike asks.
"It's only been a week, Mike," Rachel replies.
"So that's a no?"
…
Mike is Rachel's escort to the next class, so she, he and Wendy leave the lunch room together.
"Rach, wait up!"
When the three of them turn around, they see Finn hurrying towards them.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" he asks.
Mike looks at Rachel who nods, so he and Wendy step aside as Finn steps closer.
"Hello Finn."
"Hi Rach."
Rachel waits a moment before saying, "So you had a question?"
"Not exactly," Finn replies. "Were you ever going to tell me?"
Rachel considers playing dumb, but doesn't want to prolong the conversation, so she shakes her head.
"Why not?" Finn whines.
"The fewer people that knew, the better," Rachel answers, even if that's not the reason.
"But Quinn and Artie and Tina and Mike and his Cheerio girlfriend knew," Finn points out.
"And not long after that, I was found out," Rachel retorts.
"Oh. Yeah."
"Is that all?" Rachel asks, a bit impatient.
Finn looks past Rachel at Mike, who Rachel assumes is shooting daggers at him, based on Finn's hurt and slightly confused expression.
"Uh, yeah," he says. "That's all."
"Very well." Rachel rejoins Mike and Wendy and they continue their journey to Mike's locker.
…
As Rachel is following Noah out of last period Spanish, she's stopped by Mr. Schuester.
"Can we talk for a moment, Rachel?"
Sighing, Rachel nods, tugging slightly on Noah to get his attention.
Noah scoffs which he tries to cover with a cough when Rachel explains, but he agrees to wait just outside the room.
Rachel remains standing because Mr. Schue does. She's even more glad of her decision when he begins to pace slightly.
"I admit," he says, eventually. "That I was utterly shocked to learn that you're the Prankster." He sighs. "Though... I probably shouldn't have been."
Rachel's not sure how to respond to that.
"I just wish I could understand why you would do all that."
Every response that Rachel has sounds incredibly sarcastic in her head and so she remains quiet.
"I mean things have vastly improved around here the past couple years."
Rachel has to mentally restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
Mr. Schue finally stops his pacing and looks at Rachel. "Who or what exactly were you attacking?"
Rachel wonders why she's still surprised by Mr. Schue's audacity; she should really have seen it coming.
"Is that all you wanted to ask?" Rachel questions.
He, of course, looks hurt by her avoidance of the question.
"No actually," he replies. "Someone has been randomly slushieing me. I was curious if it was you."
Rachel feels mildly insulted. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she tells him. Though she has a pretty good idea of who it might be.
"Seriously?" Mr. Schue seems very skeptical.
Rachel nods.
Mr. Schuester sighs. "All right."
He doesn't say anything else, so Rachel begins moving towards the door. "I'm going to go then."
"See you tomorrow," Mr. Schue replies, absently.
"What was that about?" Noah asks as the door softly clicks shut.
"Nothing important," Rachel tells him.
"Then let's get you to your locker, madam," Noah says, bowing slightly.
…
Since Santana gave her a ride to school, Rachel also needs a ride home. Noah offered, but Rachel wants to talk to Santana before anyone else mentions Greg Sanderson; plus she wants to ask about slushieing Mr. Schue.
Even though she's staring out at the field, Rachel's not really paying attention, so when Coach Sylvester sits down next to her, Rachel jumps slightly.
"No worries, Berry," Coach Sylvester says. "I come in peace."
"Sorry, Coach," Rachel replies. "I may have been day dreaming a bit."
"It's fine, Berry," she says. "I heard about Sanderson."
Rachel doesn't say anything. She's glad she stood up for herself, but hates how scared she was, no matter how justified.
"Try not to worry," Coach Sylvester continues. "I took care of it."
"Thank you Coach," Rachel replies. "But I'm not sure that owing you-"
"Free of charge," Coach Sylvester interrupts.
"Um... All right."
"There's no scenarios where a six foot four jock going after a five foot nothing teenage girl is acceptable, Berry, whether it was at school or not. I have no problem with the strong weeding out the weak, but Sanderson went too far."
Rachel lets out a sigh of relief. "Thanks Coach."
"Don't forget to mention it to Lopez," Coach Sylvester says. "That should keep her from going after him. We don't have time for her to get her ass suspended."
Rachel nods.
"God, I can't even leave them alone for one minute, can I?" Coach Sylvester stands. "I've seen more effort from my pet rock! Do it again!" She turns to Rachel. "I'm counting on you to keep Lopez in line, Berry."
"I know, Coach."
"Good," Coach Sylvester nods. "At least you and I understand each other." She holds up her bullhorn and begins yelling again as she returns to the field.
…
Tuesday, Greg Sanderson shows up with a shaved head covered in orange permanent marker. There's also a black permanent marker mustache and thick glasses. The final bit is the word, ASSHAT written in thick, red, block letters. All the marker is faded slightly and it's obvious that Greg attempted to wash it off, but to no avail.
He also had to walk to school because someone stole all four tires off his car and weirdly, the steering wheel.
It's only the start of a week full of bad luck.
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Brittany/Marisa, Puck, Coach Sylvester, Mike/Wendy, Artie, Quinn, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Finn, Figgins, Becky, Tomás Lopez, Clara, Lopez, Rachel's dads
Rating: light R
Summary: A group prank is planned.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~16,100
Spoilers: just previous parts of this series
A/N: Follows A Good Day
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
Part Two
Santana’s cell phone vibrates right before lunch.
Things are mostly worked out. I’m going home to talk with daddy. I will call you later.
It’s vague, but calm, so Santana tries not to let her worry grow. Though, honestly, Santana’s more worried about how the talk with Michael’s going to go. Even though he unsuccessfully tried to keep them apart last year, that doesn’t mean that he won’t attempt something similar again.
…
When Kurt sits down to lunch, he eagerly looks around for the others. The rumors are flying about the Prankster and he wants to compare notes.
“Did you hear?” Mercedes asks as she sits across from Kurt.
“Rumors are flying, though, so nothing solid.”
Mercedes nods. “No one knows for sure yet, who the prankster is.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see who’s suspended,” Kurt says.
“Hey guys,” Artie says as he joins them.
“Did you hear?” Kurt asks. “Figgins finally caught the Prankster.
“Yeah,” Artie replies. “I, uh, heard.”
“Who do you think it is?” Mercedes asks.
“Uh…”
“Hey guys,” Mike says, sitting next to Kurt.
“Mike. Wendy.”
The Cheerio just nods as she sits.
“Hear anything about the Prankster?” Kurt asks them.
Wendy smirks, but keeps her head down, which catches Kurt’s attention.
“What do you know?” he asks her.
She looks at him in surprise. “I’ve heard various stuff floating around. Who knows if it’s true or not?”
“Someone has to know,” Kurt says.
The table’s quiet when Quinn sits down next to Mercedes.
“So Berry finally got busted for being the prankster, huh?”
Kurt and Mercedes stare at Quinn in shock as Artie groans and Mike smirks.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt manages. “Could you repeat that?”
Quinn looks towards Mike and Artie. “I mean, she was caught. So, it’s not a secret anymore, right?”
“Huh,” Kurt murmurs.
Artie shakes his head.
“You knew?” Mercedes asks.
Quinn nods. “Kinda just happened.”
“Huh,” Kurt mutters.
“You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Mercedes questions.
“Wasn’t my secret to tell.”
“When has that ever stopped any of us?” Mercedes asks.
Mike laughs.
“And risk Santana’s wrath?” Quinn replies. “No thank you.”
“You really expect me to believe that Rachel Berry is the Prankster?” Kurt questions. “The Prankster that’s been pulling things at McKinley for almost two years?”
“Yep,” Wendy giggles.
“Wait a minute,” Mercedes says, turning to Wendy. “You knew?”
Wendy nods.
"Someone pinch me," Kurt says. "Because I'm obviously not awake."
Mike reaches over, but is stopped by Kurt.
"It was a figure of speech."
"So you all knew?" Mercedes clarifies.
"Yep," Quinn replies.
"Anyone else?"
"A few others," Mike answers.
"Santana, of course," Kurt says, thinking out loud. "I'm assuming probably Puck and Brittany.
Artie nods.
"Anyone else?" Kurt asks.
"Just Tina," Artie says.
"And Coach Sylvester," Quinn offers.
"This must be what going crazy feels like," Kurt mumbles to himself.
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised too," Quinn agrees.
“I mean, I guess it makes sense,” Kurt murmurs to himself. “Santana and Puck are a bad influence.”
“This is all my fault,” Artie says.
“How is this your fault?” Mercedes asks.
“Because pulling a group prank was my idea.”
“You guys pulled a group prank?” Kurt asks.
“Well, we got caught before we could finish,” Mike says.
“I think I need to go lay down.”
“You’re being a bit melodramatic, don’t you think, Kurt?” Quinn asks.
“I just can’t believe that Finn was right,” Kurt retorts.
Everyone, but Wendy groans.
“He’s going to be insufferable now, isn’t he?” Artie questions.
“Probably,” Quinn agrees.
“Why do you guys all know?” Mercedes asks. “And not Kurt or me?”
“I guessed,” Mike says.
“Me too,” Artie adds.
“Artie told me on accident,” Quinn says.”
“Me too,” Wendy throws out.
“I wonder where Puck and Santana are,” Mercedes says. “I have so many questions.”
“God, Lopez is going to be so annoying without Berry around,” Quinn groans.
“As long as Britt’s around,” Mike says. “It should be fine.”
“I hope so.”
…
“So why are we hiding again?” Marisa asks.
“We’re not hiding,” Santana grumbles. “I just don’t feel like being around those morons.”
Brittany nods.
“Yeah,” Puck adds. “Hummel would be all over us, asking about Rach being the prankster.”
“So?”
“I’m just not in the mood.”
“Do you think Rachel is okay?” Marisa asks.
“I’m sure she’s in deep shit with her dads,” Puck replies.
“I was afraid that Figgins was going to make Rachel pay the school back,” Brittany says. “You know, cause all the pranks needed undoing.”
“I think his joy over catching the prankster probably distracted him from that,” Puck replies.
…
Over a simple lunch of sandwiches and fruit, Rachel and her daddy, sit in silence and avoid eye contact. Rachel knows a lecture and most likely yelling will eventually happen and she’s grateful that they’re eating first. Arguing is easier with proper nutrition.
They clean up in silence as well; which only takes a few moments, but the tension in the air is thick.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t ground you until graduation,” Michael says as they sit back down at the table.
“How would you enforce it?” Rachel questions.
“I feel like the flippancy is still present.”
“I’m just not sure why you’d be punishing me,” Rachel replies. “I know you have no problem with the occasional juvenile hijinks.”
“You call pulling over fifty pranks, juvenile hijinks?” Michael asks.
“Yes.”
Michael examines her for a moment. “And I suppose that Santana has nothing to do with this? At all?”
Rachel shakes her head. “Not if you’re trying to pin the blame on her.”
“She’s a bad influence over you,” Michael insists.
“I respectfully disagree.”
“You’ve been suspended for five days!”
“Which is not Santana’s fault,” Rachel replies.
“You really expect me to believe that Santana isn’t the reason you started all this?” Michael questions.
“Yes,” Rachel says. “Besides, this has been going on for two years. Do you really think she’s been pushing me this entire time?”
“Maybe not,” Michael replies. “But I don’t doubt that she planted the idea in your head and then encouraged you for the past two years.”
“Why are you so unwilling to place the blame solely on me?” Rachel asks. “Because no matter whose idea it was initially, it was me who came up with the idea of spraying slushies from the school sprinklers or flour bombing the teachers."
Michael stares at her.
“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I enjoyed the challenge?” Rachel questions. “That maybe there’s a reason behind my motivation?”
“You mean besides arrogance?”
“I knew I’d be caught eventually,” Rachel replies.
“And yet, you kept pulling pranks,” Michael says.
“How else are people going to know it’s me?” Rachel counters.
“Oh, so now you wanted to get caught?”
Rachel nods. “Otherwise no one would believe it.”
Michael can only stare at her in disbelief.
…
When Quinn finds Brittany at her locker at the end of the day, Santana is not by her side like Quinn expected.
“Lopez in the bathroom crying over Berry?”
Marisa, who Quinn hadn’t seen right away, looks pained at Quinn’s comment.
“She went to check on Rach,” Brittany replies.
“I’m sure Berry’s fine,” Quinn says.
“Santana just wants to make sure.”
There’s a tone in Brittany’s voice that Quinn doesn’t want to analyze. “So surprisingly I haven’t heard Berry’s name whispered throughout the halls.”
“I don’t think that many people know yet,” Marisa says.
“I told Kurt and Mercedes at lunch,” Quinn replies. “I thought for sure that that would get the rumors flying.”
“They were probably in too much shock,” Marisa says.
“I don’t meant to sound rude, Quinn,” Brittany says. “But why would you tell them?”
“Because they were talking about it at lunch,” Quinn replies. “What’s the big deal?”
Brittany shrugs. “If Figgins wanted to keep things quiet, he could react harshly if he thinks Rachel’s out here bragging.”
“Well then he’s an idiot, since she’s not even here today.”
…
When the doorbell rings, Rachel lets out a sigh of relief. It feels like she’s been arguing with her daddy about this for hours.
Rachel’s surprised to find Santana at the door. It must be later than she thought.
“Please tell me that you didn’t skip,” Rachel says.
Santana shakes her head. “But I am skipping Cheerios.”
“I’m not sure now is the best time,” Rachel says.
“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Santana replies.
“Daddy and I are still talking,” Rachel informs her.
“Seriously? Still?”
“Who’s at the door, Rachel?”
“You should go,” Rachel hisses.
“Of course.”
Both Santana and Rachel turn to find Michael standing behind Rachel.
“I should have known that you’d show up eventually,” he says.
“I just wanted to make sure Rach is okay, sir,” Santana replies.
“She’s fine, considering that this is all your fault.”
“Daddy,” Rachel says. “I told you. Santana-”
“I don’t want to hear it, Rachel.”
“Then we seem to me at an impasse, daddy,” Rachel replies. “We’ve been arguing in circles for two hours.”
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you would just realize that she’s dragging you down, Rach.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to say this, daddy,” Rachel replies. “But Santana is not the problem.”
Michael just stares at them both for a long moment before saying,” Fine. You’re right. Neither of us will ever bend on this. We should just agree to disagree.”
“Works for me.”
“And,” Michael continues. “Maybe I should stop trying to parent you.”
“What?”
“Last year when you refused my advice-”
“You mean, your demand?" Rachel interrupts.
“I said I was done then,” Michael continues. “But I thought suspension was serious enough to warrant my involvement. Apparently not.”
“Daddy…”
“We’re never going to see eye to eye on this,” Michael says. “I think your dad should be the main contact from now on. It’s probably better for all of us.”
Rachel can only nod.
“I’ll be in my office,” he says. “Though I must say I am surprised that Santana is still around.”
“Maybe you could finally start to believe in our relationship,” Rachel says.
“Hardly,” Michael replies. “I simply meant that I was impressed that Santana has been able to keep the lie up.”
Rachel's response is interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Surprisingly, Michael is the one who answers it.
“Can I help you?”
“Uh, is Rachel here?”
“Just a moment.” Michael turns to Rachel. “I’ll be in the study.”
Rachel nods as she approaches the door.
“Hey Rach,” Artie greets. “I was worried that you wouldn’t be allowed visitors.”
“Apparently not,” Rachel replies.
“Look Rachel,” Artie starts. “I wanted to apologize. I feel like this is all my fault.”
Standing behind Rachel, Santana scoffs.
“While I appreciate that Artie,” Rachel replies. “I personally don’t feel like that’s true.”
“If we hadn’t done a big group prank-”
“Artie,” Rachel interrupts. “I knew the risks.”
“And the fact that you took all the blame,” Artie continues.
“And all the glory,” Santana offers.
“Either way,” Rachel says. “Everything worked out.”
“But you’re suspended.”
“Better than expelled,” Rachel points out.
“You really don’t blame me?” Artie asks. “Because I don’t want to get on your bad side.”
Rachel chuckles. “I’m sure. But I appreciate the sentiment.”
“It’s self preservation, babe,” Santana quips.
“So what happened exactly?” Artie asks.
“I’m suspended,” Rachel replies. “The rest of the week.”
“Ouch.”
“She seems okay with it,” Santana says.
“While I don’t relish missing so much school, I’m not worried,” Rachel replies.
“Plus it’s probably better this way,” Santana offers. “When everyone finally learns who the prankster is, it’s going to be ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” Artie agrees. “It’s probably better that you’re not going to be there.”
“I was actually thinking the same thing,” Rachel says.
“Anyway, I should go,” Artie says. “I told my mom that I’d stop by the store for her on my way home. But we’re good, Rach?”
Rachel nods. “We’re good Artie.”
“I suppose I better go too,” Santana says as Artie heads towards his car. “As your daddy’s least favorite person, it would probably be better for everyone if I didn’t hang around. Call you later?”
Rachel nods and gives Santana a brief kiss, mindful of the fact that her daddy could pop out any minute. She watches Santana walk to her car and waves as she drives away. Closing the front door, Rachel heads up to her room so she can plan out her week of suspension.
…
Despite, for once, not being alone in her house, Rachel makes herself an early dinner and eats it quietly at the kitchen table. She considers asking her daddy if he wants anything, but she figures he's an adult and can take care of himself.
Back in her room, she does her homework. She knows Santana and Noah would mock her for doing her homework when she's suspended, but there's a reason why she asked every teacher for their lesson plan at the beginning of the year. She knows most in her situation would see a week of suspension as a vacation, but Rachel doesn't want to stop her routine.
She's just finishing a history essay that's supposed to be due in a week when her cell phone rings. It's her dad and Rachel immediately wonders if he's calling to defend daddy or to try and rebuke her since she still actually listens to him.
"So Michael tells me you've been suspended," her dad says eventually. "For an entire week. And that you've been pulling pranks for the last two years."
"I have."
There's a long pause before her dad responds. "And there's nothing you'd like to add? Perhaps speak in your defense? You're usually rather effusive about such things."
"For once, I have nothing to add," Rachel replies. "Nothing I say is going to change things."
Her dad sighs. "Look, honey, I know trying to convince Michael is a futile activity, but that doesn't mean that I've already made up my mind about the situation."
"I'm pleased to hear that dad," Rachel says. "However, it honestly doesn't matter."
"Just because the two of you don't see eye to eye, doesn't mean that you have to cut us both out, Rachel."
"Why?" Rachel asks. "Are you going to take my side?"
"I honestly don't know honey," he replies.
"Well, at least you're honest." Rachel expects her dad to sigh loudly and give up on her, but he surprises her.
"The thing is," he starts. "I realize that Michael's not being fair to you, especially considering the reasons behind it."
"What exactly is his problem with Santana?"
Her dad sighs again. "She reminds him of himself when he was your age. He was the self hating jock who bullied people to feel better about himself. The difference is, he didn't meet someone who loved him in spite of all that, thus giving him a reason to reform."
"Oh."
"Michael matured a lot in college," he continues. "I've only heard stories, but it's definitely true."
"So he's upset that Santana got her second chance sooner? Or that I'm the one providing it?"
"A little of both, honestly."
"What am I supposed to do then?" Rachel asks. "And that can't be all."
"No, it's not," her dad agrees. "He also really does believe all those things he's saying. He really does worry that she'll stop you from achieving your dreams."
"Why? Santana is incredibly smart and ridiculously ambitious. What could she want that would hold me back?"
"I really don't know, honey. It's just what he believes."
"So it really is a stalemate," Rachel mutters.
"We just need to give him some time," he says.
"You don't think the past year is enough?" Rachel questions.
"I consider him pretending that she doesn't exist progress," her dad replies.
"Denial is not progress."
"I know, but maybe it'll give him enough emotional distance that he'll be willing to have a civil conversation."
"I guess anything's possible," Rachel says.
…
When Santana arrives at McKinley on Tuesday, the rumors of who the Prankster is are flying. Even though Quinn spilled the beans about Rachel yesterday at lunch, Santana's pretty sure that most people either don't believe it or haven't heard it yet. She and Britt have a bet on how long it will be before the whole school knows.
Santana can feel people's eyes on her and she wonders if it's because they think she's the Prankster or because they know it's Rach.
…
"I'm surprised Kurt isn't here interrogating us," Tina says at lunch.
"Maybe his head exploded," Mike suggests. "He did seem pretty shocked yesterday."
"Leave it to Quinn to just blurt it out," Tina retorts.
"She's Quinn Fabray," Artie replies. "She can do whatever the hell she wants."
"That's for damn sure," Wendy mutters.
Brittany giggles. "I don't think Kurt would have believed it otherwise."
"Even if Rach had been the one to tell him?" Marisa asks.
Brittany nods. "He'd probably think she was doing it to distract everyone from San."
…
Will is still in shock as he sits down across from Emma for lunch. It's obvious that she's heard, judging by the slightly too wide smile she's wearing.
"Who did you hear it from?"
"Becky," Emma replies. "I think Sue told her to tell me. You?"
"Finn told me, actually," Will replies. "He's been saying it's Rachel for over a year now. I think he's just glad to finally be right."
"That's, uh... Finn, really?"
Will nods. "I'm not sure the world makes sense anymore. I mean, Rachel's a delinquent and Finn... well, anyway."
"Certainly a more interesting world."
"I suppose you're pleased," Will says.
"Quite, actually," Sue replies. "But not for the reasons your fluffy head is imagining."
"Why?" Emma asks.
"Because I was proven right about Berry," Sue tells them. "And it gained me an ally and you a foe. God, I love every part of that sentence."
"And the ally you gained is... Rachel Berry?" Emma asks.
"Indeed," Sue replies. "I can admit now that I underestimated the midget. She's going places and not just because she's one of the few of your rejects that can actually sing."
"How long have you known?" Will asks.
Sue grins and Will is afraid.
"I'm surprised that you would keep Rachel's secret," Emma observes. "After all, taking down Rachel would in turn hurt glee."
"Perhaps," Sue nods. "But this whole situation has been so entertaining; plus I do enjoy lording information over William here."
"Sue..."
"Don't even, William," Sue replies. "I supported Berry. You just tried to trick her into confessing. Unlike you, my loyalty isn't something so easily tossed aside."
"I can't tell if you really believe that," Will says. "Or if you just enjoy messing with me."
"Why can't it be both?"
…
Deciding to use her unexpected free time wisely, Rachel decides to make two separate life plans; one that includes staying with Santana after graduation and one that doesn't. Even though the thought of breaking up with Santana physically hurts to think about, Rachel knows it has to be considered. They both want too much in life to let their relationship get in the way and Rachel fears that while staying with Santana may lead to immediate and continued happiness, it's doomed in the long run.
Even though the decision has been floating around in her head for months, Rachel's mostly only given it a cursory thought. Her suspension means she no longer has the excuse of no time. And so, Rachel pulls out a notebook and begins to create two entirely different life plans.
…
Santana is really not in the mood for glee this afternoon. Having to deal with Hudson's joy at being right or Mr. Schue's confusion or even Kurt's endless questions sounds like something too painful to endure without Rachel. This makes the fact that she and Britt are the first ones to arrive even more surprising. Santana shakes her head at herself. Rachel will be pleased to know that Brittany still has plenty of pull over Santana.
To her immense relief, Mike shows up next, then Quinn and then the others straggle in one at a time, except for Finn who arrives last.
He stands in front of the room looking smug. "I freaking told you guys it was Rachel, but no one believed me."
"Big deal," Puck says from behind Santana. "You were right once. Law of averages."
This earns a laugh from the entire room.
"Hey," Finn says. "I've been right before."
"Yeah, but spelling both your first and last name correctly on a test doesn't count," Santana snarks.
"Yeah, you're both real funny," Finn replies. "But I'm still right and now everyone knows that Rach is the Prankster."
"And now we have proof that she really is cooler than you Finn," Brittany speaks up.
"You know what? I've had it with you guys-"
"Okay, guys," Mr. Schuester says, entering the room. "Who's ready to get started?"
Kurt's hand shoots up. "Mr. Schue?"
"Yes Kurt?"
"I know it's a bit... off topic, but I think a discussion about the Prankster would really bring us all together."
Santana, Brittany, and Puck all groan. The others don't look all that eager either.
"Kurt," Mr. Schue starts. "I understand that the identity of the Prankster is big news, but I'm sure that you can find another time to talk it out."
"But Mr. Schue," Kurt continues. "The Prankster is one of us. We need to talk about the implications, the camaraderie it brought, the-"
"Kurt."
"Oh just let him flail from five minutes, Mr. Schue," Puck speaks up. "Otherwise we'll never get any peace."
Mr. Schue sighs. "Fine. Kurt, you have the floor."
"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Kurt jumps up with a grin.
Santana lets out a loud groan.
"Since apparently everyone else knew that Rachel was the Prankster," Kurt starts. "I have a few questions that need to be answered."
"No one's stopping you," Puck retorts.
"But considering Rach is the one with all the answers, I'm not sure what the point is," Mike adds.
"The point is that you guys were involved. Some more than others. And that means you guys have to have some answers."
"Just let him ask his damn questions," Santana says.
Kurt looks shocked. "Thank you Santana."
"Because the sooner this is over, the better."
"Well, yes, there's that," Kurt agrees. "My first question is, has Rachel really been the Prankster this whole time?"
"As opposed to what?" Brittany asks.
Kurt does a double take before replying. "Meaning that maybe Puck or Santana pulled the first couple and then when Rachel the Planner stepped in, it became a brand new game, so to speak."
"Believe what you want, Hummel," Puck says. "But it's been my bro since the beginning. With a little help here and there, of course."
"Of course."
"Is that it Kurt?" Mr. Schue asks.
"My next question," Kurt says. "Who came up with the prank ideas?"
Santana sighs. "Rach mostly."
"Rachel came up with all of them?"
"Don't be silly," Brittany says. "Course not. But she did come up with most of them. But if someone else thought of something they wanted to do, Rach tried to figure out if it was possible and if it was, we did it."
"So you're saying some of the pranks were your idea?"
Brittany nods. "A few."
"And then what? Some were Puck's or Santana's?"
They both nod.
"Huh."
Mercedes leads Kurt back to his seat as he sinks into it.
Artie raises his hand. "Which ones were your ideas, Britt?"
"Um... the pond I think," Brittany replies. "Oooh, and painting the orange line."
"That was you?" Finn asks.
"And so asks the only idiot who was fooled by it," Santana says.
"Shut up, Lopez."
"Is that all your questions, Kurt?"
"I just... Just please tell me that it took more than one person to pull off the castle."
"Oh yeah," Puck grins. "That was a four m-uh, person operation."
Okay, so if that's all..." Mr. Schue waits a moment, but Kurt seems quiet for the moment. "Let's do some singing."
…
It takes more convincing that Santana wants to put forth to convince the others that a surprise group visit to Rachel's might not be the best idea. It's not that she thinks Rachel won't appreciate it, though Santana's still not sure what to think about Kurt; it's more that she's not entirely sure what the situation is with Rachel and her dads.
When she's a block away, she sends Rachel a text asking if it's okay to come over.
Of course it is, Santana. Please do. I've been alone all day and I miss you.
Well that answers that. Santana really don't understand Rachel's dads. She supposes she shouldn't complain. In most other scenarios, she wouldn't be allowed to still see Rachel. The fact that Rachel's dads are hypocritical and judgmental definitely works in her favor.
Though there is a part of her that wishes Rachel had different, better dads; the parents that Santana believes Rachel deserves. Even if it meant they couldn't be together.
But that's not really possible, so Santana just hopes that one day they'll come around.
…
"I can't believe that you knew and didn't tell me."
Wendy rolls her eyes as Missy actually whips her shirt into her locker in anger. It makes her wonder if she'll treat her Cheerios' uniform like that after practice. Coach would not be pleased. Then again, Missy probably doesn't care since she's been sulking ever since she picked Wendy up for morning Cheerios' practice.
"I'm sorry Mis," Wendy says. "But I couldn't."
"Just when I was actually thinking of giving up on her," Missy murmurs. "She has to do something like this and make herself even more attractive."
Wendy sighs. "Give it up, already Missy."
"You got who you wanted, Wendy," Missy replies. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because who I wanted, wasn't dating anyone at the time," Wendy says.
"Stupid rules," Missy grumbles.
…
Walking by Coach Sylvester's office, Kurt sees Becky exiting.
"Hey Becky."
"Hi Kurt."
"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt asks as he starts walking with Becky. He knows better than to slow her down when she's on a mission for Coach Sylvester.
"I guess."
"I don't suppose you know how long the Coach as known that Rachel Berry is the Prankster."
"Um..."
"Because I'm just curious," Kurt continues. "Apparently everyone knew and I'm just trying to figure out how it got past me."
"Wait," Becky says. "So you didn't know?"
Kurt shakes his head.
"Interesting."
Wanting to be polite, Kurt asks, "When did you find out?"
"I figured it out over the summer," Becky replies.
Kurt actually stops walking and just stares at Becky. After a few steps, she stops and turns to face him.
"Really?" Becky questions, rolling her eyes.
"I've just never felt more out of the loop before."
"Well cheer up, Kurt," Becky says as she starts walking again, leaving him behind. "At least you know now."
…
By Wednesday, there's no one at McKinley that doesn't know that Rachel is the Prankster. And they all have an opinion about it.
Santana is almost constantly confronted in the halls; either by someone who wants to congratulate Rachel and call her a genius or by someone who felt violated by a prank and still hasn't gotten over it. The latter is definitely in the minority, but it makes Santana a bit concerned. Maybe Rach should have an escort the first couple days.
…
Because everyone knows that Puck is bros with Rachel, he's approached a lot the rest of the week and asked about her being the Prankster. He really does try and give Rach most of the credit because Santana would kick his ass otherwise, but mostly because he really believes that his bro deserves the credit. The fact that all the girls that approach him seem to find it really hot that he's so supportive of Rachel is just a bonus.
…
The rest of the week passes too slowly for Santana. She splits her time between worrying about Rachel's reception when she returns, being annoyed that she's barely seen her girlfriend, being thoroughly irritated by Hudson's haughtiness and wanting to strangle Kurt because he still can't seem to wrap his head around Rachel being the prankster.
…
Rachel manages to accomplish quite a bit in just four days; not that she's surprised, just pleased. The biggest accomplishment is cleaning out her room. Even though she knows that when she leaves for college in several months, she won't be leaving for good, Rachel also doesn't want to have to come back if she doesn't want to. She has a feeling that things will never really return to how they were between her and her dads. And while she's relieved that she doesn't have to pretend that everything is fine and dandy, Rachel also mourns the loss of her dads; or at least the closer relationship she almost believed they had. She knows admitting that also means admitting how long she's been lying to herself about the relationship as a whole. And while the mature adult she's yearning to be mostly accepts that, the little girl that she's not sure she ever got to be is heartbroken.
This also reminds Rachel that too much time alone makes her very introspective.
…
Friday bro night is like any other night, even if their activity choices have decreased.
"It's too bad you got caught, bro," Noah says as he opens another beer.
"I agree, Noah," Rachel replies. "But for what reason, specifically, were you referring?"
The activity for the night is video games. Noah brought over his console and is trying to teach Rachel how to play various shooter games.
Noah sighs and pauses the game, looking almost apologetic. "I'd been kinda hoping for a absurd and possibly large graduation prank."
"You could still pull one," Rachel tells him.
"I can't actually," Noah replies.
"And why is that?"
"Because no one would ever believe that you weren't behind it," he says. "And knowing Figgins, he wouldn't let you graduate."
"Thanks Noah."
"Plus, we both know that you're the brains of this operation," he says as he unpauses the game and returns his attention to the screen. "And that anything I come up with would either be a complete let down or impossible to pull off."
Rachel smirks. "There's a compliment in there somewhere."
Noah grins back and bumps her with his shoulder. "Never change, Rach."
"I love you too, Noah."
…
"I've been hearing some interesting rumors about you, Rachel."
"Such as?"
It's Sunday night making both Rachel and Santana are relieved that Sunday night dinner is still a regular occurrence. Not that there was a chance of it being canceled, but Santana had been a little worried that if her parents heard about Rachel being the Prankster, which is a possibility since Lima is such a small town, that maybe they wouldn't want to associate with Rachel anymore.
"The talk of the town this week is that you apparently are the notorious prankster at McKinley," Tomás replies.
"Yes, well, good news travels quickly, doesn't it?"
"Are you saying it's true?"
"I am, Clara."
This statement is met with silence and Rachel worries about their reactions. The fact that she's more worried about their disapproval than about her daddy's condemnation isn't lost on her.
"How were you not expelled?" Tomás asks.
Rachel smiles. "I wish I could tell you. But if I do, well, then I'll probably be in even more trouble."
"Please tell me you didn't blackmail anyone," Clara says.
"If you did," Tomás interjects. "Lie to Clara and tell me about it later."
"Papa."
"No Tomás," Rachel replies. "I didn't blackmail anyone."
"Does that mean-"
"Tomás," Rachel interrupts. "I really can't talk about it." Rachel turns to Clara. "And it's not as bad as it seems. I promise."
"Thank you dear," Clara replies. "I'm starting to think it's better if I don't know."
"Plausible deniability," Santana mutters.
"In we weren't in Lima, I'd worry that you were part of the mob or something," Tomás comments.
Rachel glares at Santana. "What have you been telling him?"
Santana holds her hands up in defense. "I'm not the one calling in favors and being all mysterious."
Rachel sighs. "I promise it's nothing illegal. I just know the politics of McKinley and took advantage of the situation, I guess."
"I've honestly never been quite sure about Figgins," Clara says.
"I suppose he means well," Rachel replies. "But he's got a lot working against him."
"Like troublemakers who constantly prank his school," Tomás chuckles.
"I'm not sure I would use the word, constantly," Rachel hedges.
"So when is your suspension over, dear?" Clara asks.
"I return to McKinley tomorrow," Rachel answers.
"Should be interesting," Tomás says.
"I hope not," Santana adds.
"What makes you say that?" Clara asks.
"Because everyone in that school sucks," Santana retorts. "And I really don't know if they're going to validate or vilify Rach."
"An excellent point," Tomás agrees. "You don't seem as concerned, Rachel."
"Santana's concerned enough for both of us," Rachel replies. "And one of us has to remain composed."
Clara stares at Rachel for a moment before asking, "Are you sure you're only seventeen?"
…
Rachel can only admit it to Santana; and Brittany, but only because she guesses it, but she's a bit nervous about returning to McKinley. She knows from personal experience that the students of her high school are cruel, creative creatures.
"The same could be said about you, Rachy," Brittany says.
"You consider me cruel?" Rachel asks.
"Well... not exactly," Brittany replies. "More like, you've been treated pretty bad and your retaliation reflects that."
"That's much more poetic than I would have put it," Rachel says.
"Britt's always had a way with words," Santana adds.
"But you have nothing to worry about Rachy," Brittany says. "Me and S will protect you."
"Thanks Britt."
"Plus there's Mike and Quinn and Puck."
Rachel wasn't expecting that. "Quinn really?"
Brittany nods.
"Because of Alyson?"
"Partly," Brittany replies. "But probably mostly because Coach Sylvester loves you."
Rachel nods in relief. "That makes sense."
"Shall we babe?" Santana asks, offering her arm.
Rachel smiles sweetly as she hooks their arms together. "Lead on, San."
…
The first big difference is that everyone greets Rachel in the hallway. Flanked by Santana and Brittany, Rachel can feel how tense both Cheerios are, which in turn, helps Rachel stay calm. That doesn't meant that Rachel isn't a bit unnerved by all the attention. While she usually welcomes it from any sort of audience, Rachel has never been quite sure about her peers; like she said, they are a malicious and judgmental bunch.
However, it seems like most of the students support her; either because she got classes cancelled or for simply messing with the administration. Almost everyone Rachel encounters has something to say about why they approve of the Prankster.
It's enough for Santana to let her guard down a bit and relish Rachel's enjoyment of her notoriety.
…
There are some days that Puck wishes he did better in school. If he did, maybe he'd be in more classes with Rachel and could watch out for her. Santana's decided that someone with social clout should be Rachel at all times, just in case any of their idiotic classmates want revenge. He'd been surprised when Quinn agreed with Santana, saying that some people weren't happy. He would have figured everyone would have enjoyed the extra days off. Then again, maybe locking everyone inside the school wasn't the best idea.
So he, Mike, Quinn, Britt or Santana will walk with Rachel in the halls for the rest of the week. It's a job that he takes seriously, he just wishes he could help out more.
…
To Rachel's complete annoyance, she's almost immediately pulled out of first period by Ms. Pillsbury.
"I just wanted to check in with you," Ms. Pillsbury explains. "You know, after your, um, suspension."
"I'm fine," Rachel replies.
"There's nothing you need to talk about? Maybe about being discovered, or even what drove you to become the prankster?"
"Maybe I could just have a brochure and go back to class," Rachel suggests.
Ms. Pillsbury looks briefly over her shoulder before saying, "Oh, well, I sincerely doubt I have a brochure for... any of this." She begins wringing her hands. "Are you sure there's nothing you need to discuss?"
Rachel shakes her head. "I'm fine, Ms. Pillsbury."
"All right, Rachel," Ms. Pillsbury says. "You may return to class, but please remember my door is always open."
"Of course," Rachel replies, standing. "Thank you, Ms. Pillsbury."
…
Rachel's only taken a few steps down the hall before she finds Greg Sanderson standing in front of her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm returning to class," Rachel replies.
"We need to talk."
"Why on earth would that be true?" Rachel scoffs.
"Quite a few of us have been just waiting to find out who the Prankster is," Greg replies.
"Again, why?"
"You did some pretty shitty shit to us," Greg growls.
"Shitty shit? Really?"
"So it's payback time," Greg says.
Rachel tries not to let her nervousness show. "You're not worrying about Santana finding out?"
Greg scoffs. "Lopez thinks just because she's managed to dyke up a few hot chicks, she's hot shit. I'm not scared of her."
"What about Coach Sylvester?" Rachel tries.
"What? Is she going to beat me with all her trophies?"
"At least she actually wins things," Rachel can't help but retort.
His response is a back handed slap. It's completely unexpected and has enough force to make Rachel stumble slightly; only her superior balance and pride keeps her from falling backwards.
Greg chuckles cruelly.
Tears in her eyes, Rachel glares at him and clenches her fists, so he can't see her hands shaking as she straightens.
"Well that was unexpected," Greg smirks. "Lopez smack you around a lot?"
"Do you really think I'm not going to speak to the administration about this, Greg?"
"Oh, so you know my name now?"
"What exactly was your plan here?" Rachel continues. "Because if you think for one second that I'm not going to report you, then you really are dumber than you look."
Growling, Greg takes a menacing step forward.
Rachel swallows nervously. "Also, I'm not afraid of you."
Greg grins. "Then you're dumber than you look."
…
Even though Rachel is safely ensconced in class, Santana's still worried. First period is the only class Rachel doesn't share with her or Britt or Quinn or Puck or Mike. Yes, Mike's first period class is right next to Rach's, so he'll be there to walk her right after class, but Santana can't help but worry.
…
As the kids take a surprise quiz, Will's eyes fall on Kurt, and he can't help but remember that Rachel is back at McKinley. Ever since he learned that she's the Prankster, Will's been wondering if Rachel is also the one who has been dumping slushies on him. They've never quite gotten along and he blames himself equally with Rachel on that, but he just can't figure out what he's done that's so horrible to make her want to retaliate like that.
Maybe he should try and talk to her today after class. Rachel's in his last period Spanish, so they'd have the proper time to talk with having to worry about the next period or getting to glee. Perhaps they can finally have the heart to heart he's always wanted.
…
Rachel refuses to flinch as Greg takes another step closer. She hopes he's going for terror over actual violence, but she's doubtful. For some reason, she'd rather face him than run. Even if it ends badly, standing up for herself may stop something like this from happening again. Taking a deep breath, Rachel's stance becomes defensive.
Greg begins laughing, which Rachel understands. As captain of the basketball team, Greg stands over six feet tall. Rachel is not an opposing figure in comparison; still she knows how to defend herself and so she ignores his mocking laughter.
Seeing that Rachel still hasn't back down, Greg's expression sobers and he slowly clenches his fist.
"Hey!"
Both Greg looks over his shoulder as Rachel stretches to see who spoke.
"Get the hell away from her."
Rachel's a bit shocked to see Tony the head janitor standing there. He makes an opposing figure, even if he's shorter than Greg, who backs up slightly.
"We were just talking," Greg says, smiling widely.
"Somehow I doubt that."
"It's not of your damn business, anyway, old man," Greg replies.
Tony sighs. "Kid, I don't have time for your pathetic attempt at threats, so just back away."
Greg takes a step back. "Whatever. What are you going to do? Follow her around?"
"Don't be stupid," Tony retorts. "I'm simply going to tell Coach Sylvester about the situation. And then if anything happens to Ms. Berry, you'll have to answer to her."
"Like I'm afraid of a super bitchy cheerleading coach," Greg scoffs.
"Well what about the Cheerio that broke your leg and jaw?" Tony asks. "Are you afraid of her? Because I'm sure she'll be upset. I wonder what she'll do..."
Rachel watches Greg swallow slowly.
"So why don't you do us all a favor," Tony continues. "And leave Ms. Berry alone. From now on."
Greg closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths as he shakes slightly in anger. Opening his eyes, he nods. "Fine." He backs away from Rachel and skulks down the hall.
Once he's out of sight, Rachel lets out a sigh of relief.
"You okay?"
Rachel nods.
"Good. Let's go get you some ice for that cheek."
…
Spying Quinn and Rachel sitting together at lunch is surprising to Kurt, but it doesn't stop him from dragging Mercedes over to the table and sitting down.
"Ladies," he says sitting.
Quinn, for some reason, rolls her eyes.
"Hi Kurt."
"How are things?" Kurt asks.
"Fine," Rachel replies. "And you?"
"Fine as well," Kurt says. "So your day's going fine?"
"Just ask your damn questions, Hummel," Quinn growls.
"What's got you all pissy?" Mercedes asks.
"What's your question Kurt?" Rachel interjects.
Kurt's curiosity is piqued by Rachel's sudden outburst. He'd been under the impression that she wasn't all that eager to talk about being the Prankster. But he can only handle one interrogation at a time and he's been waiting for a week to talk to Rachel about this. Santana had threatened horrendous things if he'd gone to her house for gossip and so Kurt had abided.
"How the hell did you not get expelled?" Kurt asks.
Rachel shakes her head. "Can't say."
"Nothing? Not even if it's because of some old obscure rule that you found somewhere?" Kurt asks.
"Even then," Rachel confirms.
Kurt is actively staring at Rachel. "I just can't quite..."
Rachel sighs. "Yes Kurt?"
"Sorry Rach," Kurt replies. "I seem to be having a hard time accepting the fact that you're the Prankster."
"Why?
"I don't know," he says. "I guess I just never knew that you had it in you."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"Welcome back," Artie says, joining them.
"Thanks Artie." Rachel turns to Mercedes. "Are you having... similar issues?"
"Not exactly," she replies. "But it is weird. Or at least super unexpected."
"I guess."
"Hey guys."
Mike and Wendy suddenly appear and sit next to Rachel.
"Welcome back, Rachel," Wendy says.
"Thanks."
"Is it weird being back?" Mike asks.
"It's only been a week, Mike," Rachel replies.
"So that's a no?"
…
Mike is Rachel's escort to the next class, so she, he and Wendy leave the lunch room together.
"Rach, wait up!"
When the three of them turn around, they see Finn hurrying towards them.
"Can I talk to you for a sec?" he asks.
Mike looks at Rachel who nods, so he and Wendy step aside as Finn steps closer.
"Hello Finn."
"Hi Rach."
Rachel waits a moment before saying, "So you had a question?"
"Not exactly," Finn replies. "Were you ever going to tell me?"
Rachel considers playing dumb, but doesn't want to prolong the conversation, so she shakes her head.
"Why not?" Finn whines.
"The fewer people that knew, the better," Rachel answers, even if that's not the reason.
"But Quinn and Artie and Tina and Mike and his Cheerio girlfriend knew," Finn points out.
"And not long after that, I was found out," Rachel retorts.
"Oh. Yeah."
"Is that all?" Rachel asks, a bit impatient.
Finn looks past Rachel at Mike, who Rachel assumes is shooting daggers at him, based on Finn's hurt and slightly confused expression.
"Uh, yeah," he says. "That's all."
"Very well." Rachel rejoins Mike and Wendy and they continue their journey to Mike's locker.
…
As Rachel is following Noah out of last period Spanish, she's stopped by Mr. Schuester.
"Can we talk for a moment, Rachel?"
Sighing, Rachel nods, tugging slightly on Noah to get his attention.
Noah scoffs which he tries to cover with a cough when Rachel explains, but he agrees to wait just outside the room.
Rachel remains standing because Mr. Schue does. She's even more glad of her decision when he begins to pace slightly.
"I admit," he says, eventually. "That I was utterly shocked to learn that you're the Prankster." He sighs. "Though... I probably shouldn't have been."
Rachel's not sure how to respond to that.
"I just wish I could understand why you would do all that."
Every response that Rachel has sounds incredibly sarcastic in her head and so she remains quiet.
"I mean things have vastly improved around here the past couple years."
Rachel has to mentally restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
Mr. Schue finally stops his pacing and looks at Rachel. "Who or what exactly were you attacking?"
Rachel wonders why she's still surprised by Mr. Schue's audacity; she should really have seen it coming.
"Is that all you wanted to ask?" Rachel questions.
He, of course, looks hurt by her avoidance of the question.
"No actually," he replies. "Someone has been randomly slushieing me. I was curious if it was you."
Rachel feels mildly insulted. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she tells him. Though she has a pretty good idea of who it might be.
"Seriously?" Mr. Schue seems very skeptical.
Rachel nods.
Mr. Schuester sighs. "All right."
He doesn't say anything else, so Rachel begins moving towards the door. "I'm going to go then."
"See you tomorrow," Mr. Schue replies, absently.
"What was that about?" Noah asks as the door softly clicks shut.
"Nothing important," Rachel tells him.
"Then let's get you to your locker, madam," Noah says, bowing slightly.
…
Since Santana gave her a ride to school, Rachel also needs a ride home. Noah offered, but Rachel wants to talk to Santana before anyone else mentions Greg Sanderson; plus she wants to ask about slushieing Mr. Schue.
Even though she's staring out at the field, Rachel's not really paying attention, so when Coach Sylvester sits down next to her, Rachel jumps slightly.
"No worries, Berry," Coach Sylvester says. "I come in peace."
"Sorry, Coach," Rachel replies. "I may have been day dreaming a bit."
"It's fine, Berry," she says. "I heard about Sanderson."
Rachel doesn't say anything. She's glad she stood up for herself, but hates how scared she was, no matter how justified.
"Try not to worry," Coach Sylvester continues. "I took care of it."
"Thank you Coach," Rachel replies. "But I'm not sure that owing you-"
"Free of charge," Coach Sylvester interrupts.
"Um... All right."
"There's no scenarios where a six foot four jock going after a five foot nothing teenage girl is acceptable, Berry, whether it was at school or not. I have no problem with the strong weeding out the weak, but Sanderson went too far."
Rachel lets out a sigh of relief. "Thanks Coach."
"Don't forget to mention it to Lopez," Coach Sylvester says. "That should keep her from going after him. We don't have time for her to get her ass suspended."
Rachel nods.
"God, I can't even leave them alone for one minute, can I?" Coach Sylvester stands. "I've seen more effort from my pet rock! Do it again!" She turns to Rachel. "I'm counting on you to keep Lopez in line, Berry."
"I know, Coach."
"Good," Coach Sylvester nods. "At least you and I understand each other." She holds up her bullhorn and begins yelling again as she returns to the field.
…
Tuesday, Greg Sanderson shows up with a shaved head covered in orange permanent marker. There's also a black permanent marker mustache and thick glasses. The final bit is the word, ASSHAT written in thick, red, block letters. All the marker is faded slightly and it's obvious that Greg attempted to wash it off, but to no avail.
He also had to walk to school because someone stole all four tires off his car and weirdly, the steering wheel.
It's only the start of a week full of bad luck.