Because, Singer Girl, That's How It's Done (1/?)
Title: Because, Singer Girl, That's How It's Done (1/?)
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Aphasia
Rating: PG-13, for swears
Summary: Rachel transfers to Jane Addams, and learns badassery from none other than Aphasia. Hijinks ensue... Eventual Faberry.
Word Count: <1000
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL!!!
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
Rachel Berry sat, motionless, in the back of the police car, watching the blue and red lights flashing in the night. Her wrists chafed uncomfortably against the cold metal of the too-tight handcuffs, but try as she might, she couldn’t maneuver her arms to find any form of relief.
She scowled. If she’d remembered to close her window... If those meddling neighbors hadn’t called in a noise complaint... If her fathers had been home... If she hadn’t missed the doorbell... If this hadn’t been the tenth time this happened.
She was sure this whole situation could have been avoided.
She sighed mightily as other neighbors poked their heads out, curious about the noise and flashing on the street. Technically, the sirens had been louder than she, and much more of a ruckus, but it’s not like her street really cared, the bunch of gossips.
Resting her head on the window with a thunk, she looked out wistfully at her soundproofed room... the dratted window was still open. Her video camera had caught the footage of her arrest, since she’d been recording for her Myspace page when they’d burst in. She’d been surprised, so focused was she on the music, and screamed at the top of her lungs in fear. There had been burst eardrums, and she was sure there’d be a charge of assault on an officer or some other ludicrous claim.
This was going to look horrible on her permanent record! Did Juilliard accept students with criminal records? Surely, since the institution was known for its creative qualities, they’d understand the basis of this ludicrous charge! She’d been preparing for Nationals! Clearly the neighbors had relatives in the opposition, and this was their attempt to sabotage the New Directions.
No matter, she’d explain herself to the police at the station, she supposed.
\o/
Shifting uncomfortably on her new old, thin and lumpy mattress, Rachel was despondent. Not only was a good night’s rest mandatory for her daily ritual, so too was her diet. Apparently she would be unable to maintain either of them at Jane Addams Academy for Girls, seeing as what food they had seemed to be vegan-unfriendly or rotting from the inside.
After years of veganism, she had been unable to stomach the meat products. And now she was on a ridiculous threadbare mattress, and staring at the bed above hers as it creaked and moaned with every twist and turn of its occupant.
It was decided: she hated it here. And she couldn't believe that she was stuck here at least until her fathers returned from their month long vacation in the Bahamas.
With no official guardians, she'd been unable to post bail. The judge had looked at her tiny frame, laughed at the concept of sending her to Juvie, and decided that she just needed to be reintegrated into society at large.
This whole thing was just ridiculous.
To her right, a girl turned over and started snoring. Rachel barely suppressed a scream by biting the tiny pillow. She was nearly certain that she was going to go crazy.
\o/
"You're that good singer girl..."
Rachel looked up to see a thin black girl, puzzled. "Yes?"
"Why'dja come here now? Whatcha in for?"
Rachel blinked. "Excuse me?"
The girl rolled her eyes, scowling. "Did I fuckin’ stutter? Maybe you deaf, singer girl..." Rachel shook her head, eyes wide in fear that she’d offended the girl in front of her. "Maybe you stupid then." It was the smirk more than anything that ruffled her feathers. Rachel narrowed her eyes, but she kept her mouth shut. The girl's smirk just grew. "What," she shrugged emphatically. "Did you," an exaggerated point in Rachel's direction that almost had the diva's hackles rising. The strange girl's brow furrowed in thought and she pursed her lips.
"Get caught doing?" Rachel offered. The stranger nodded, relieved. Rachel couldn't exactly think of a way to sign that either, so she guess she could commiserate.
"Noise complaints. I was apparently disturbing the neighbors."
A massive grin spread across the strange girl's face. "Girl! Get some!!" Rachel broke out in a perplexed smile, confused. “Who was he?” Rachel didn’t respond. “She?”
“Who?”
“You that loud by yourself?”
“Oh, definitely! I find that my voice is allowed to reach it’s full potential whilst solo as opposed to dueting, or in an ensemble.”
The girl in front of her muttered something akin to, “kinky...” under her breath.
“I was practicing my singing...” The girl raised an eyebrow. “Oh, right. How rude of me, I’m Rachel Berry!”
“Name’s Aphasia.” The diva thrust her hand out to shake just as the strange girl extended a fist. Rachel flinched. The girl laughed, grasped Rachel’s hand and closed it into a fist, bumping them together. “Tha’s how we do it at Jane Addams, Singer Girl.”
“What? Why?”
Aphasia cocked her hair to the side, shaking her head with a slight smirk. “Because, Singer Girl, tha’s just how it’s done.”
\o/
Aphasia soon gained an addition. Not that she minded too much, but the new girl had no game, and Aphasia was determined to help her get some. And she wasn’t surgically removable, no matter what Jayelle said.
The other girls, some of them could smell fresh meat from miles away. Sure, she was there for stealing (from banks... and she was damn good at it), but some of these girls fought, cheated... set things on fire, even. The singer girl was definitely going to be decimated if she didn’t step up her game.
First, she had to stop the girl from being massacred by the school’s show choir.
“Stop, Singer Girl.” Rachel stopped ranting at Aphasia’s raised hand. “That’s not how it’s done here.” Rachel’s face fell. “Look, we have ways we do things... You have... your way.”
“This isn’t the type of songs you sing for Glee, Aphasia!”
The other girls all groaned, and the keyboardist looked like she was about to pounce.
“It is here, singer girl. Now sit down, before Chatonja rips you a new one for tryin’ to take her solos.” Rachel sat meekly and Aphasia sighed as most of the girls glared at her. “Look, Singer Girl. We like this place, and we like singin’. Don’t make us not like it, okay?”
“Sorry...”
“No, not sorry. Jus’ don’t do it again.” The other girls all nodded and murmured in agreement at Aphasia’s statement, and a shy smile crept across Rachel’s face.
Maybe Jane Addams wasn’t going to be too bad after all...
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Quinn, Aphasia
Rating: PG-13, for swears
Summary: Rachel transfers to Jane Addams, and learns badassery from none other than Aphasia. Hijinks ensue... Eventual Faberry.
Word Count: <1000
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL!!!
This wasn’t supposed to happen to me.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
Rachel Berry sat, motionless, in the back of the police car, watching the blue and red lights flashing in the night. Her wrists chafed uncomfortably against the cold metal of the too-tight handcuffs, but try as she might, she couldn’t maneuver her arms to find any form of relief.
She scowled. If she’d remembered to close her window... If those meddling neighbors hadn’t called in a noise complaint... If her fathers had been home... If she hadn’t missed the doorbell... If this hadn’t been the tenth time this happened.
She was sure this whole situation could have been avoided.
She sighed mightily as other neighbors poked their heads out, curious about the noise and flashing on the street. Technically, the sirens had been louder than she, and much more of a ruckus, but it’s not like her street really cared, the bunch of gossips.
Resting her head on the window with a thunk, she looked out wistfully at her soundproofed room... the dratted window was still open. Her video camera had caught the footage of her arrest, since she’d been recording for her Myspace page when they’d burst in. She’d been surprised, so focused was she on the music, and screamed at the top of her lungs in fear. There had been burst eardrums, and she was sure there’d be a charge of assault on an officer or some other ludicrous claim.
This was going to look horrible on her permanent record! Did Juilliard accept students with criminal records? Surely, since the institution was known for its creative qualities, they’d understand the basis of this ludicrous charge! She’d been preparing for Nationals! Clearly the neighbors had relatives in the opposition, and this was their attempt to sabotage the New Directions.
No matter, she’d explain herself to the police at the station, she supposed.
\o/
Shifting uncomfortably on her new old, thin and lumpy mattress, Rachel was despondent. Not only was a good night’s rest mandatory for her daily ritual, so too was her diet. Apparently she would be unable to maintain either of them at Jane Addams Academy for Girls, seeing as what food they had seemed to be vegan-unfriendly or rotting from the inside.
After years of veganism, she had been unable to stomach the meat products. And now she was on a ridiculous threadbare mattress, and staring at the bed above hers as it creaked and moaned with every twist and turn of its occupant.
It was decided: she hated it here. And she couldn't believe that she was stuck here at least until her fathers returned from their month long vacation in the Bahamas.
With no official guardians, she'd been unable to post bail. The judge had looked at her tiny frame, laughed at the concept of sending her to Juvie, and decided that she just needed to be reintegrated into society at large.
This whole thing was just ridiculous.
To her right, a girl turned over and started snoring. Rachel barely suppressed a scream by biting the tiny pillow. She was nearly certain that she was going to go crazy.
\o/
"You're that good singer girl..."
Rachel looked up to see a thin black girl, puzzled. "Yes?"
"Why'dja come here now? Whatcha in for?"
Rachel blinked. "Excuse me?"
The girl rolled her eyes, scowling. "Did I fuckin’ stutter? Maybe you deaf, singer girl..." Rachel shook her head, eyes wide in fear that she’d offended the girl in front of her. "Maybe you stupid then." It was the smirk more than anything that ruffled her feathers. Rachel narrowed her eyes, but she kept her mouth shut. The girl's smirk just grew. "What," she shrugged emphatically. "Did you," an exaggerated point in Rachel's direction that almost had the diva's hackles rising. The strange girl's brow furrowed in thought and she pursed her lips.
"Get caught doing?" Rachel offered. The stranger nodded, relieved. Rachel couldn't exactly think of a way to sign that either, so she guess she could commiserate.
"Noise complaints. I was apparently disturbing the neighbors."
A massive grin spread across the strange girl's face. "Girl! Get some!!" Rachel broke out in a perplexed smile, confused. “Who was he?” Rachel didn’t respond. “She?”
“Who?”
“You that loud by yourself?”
“Oh, definitely! I find that my voice is allowed to reach it’s full potential whilst solo as opposed to dueting, or in an ensemble.”
The girl in front of her muttered something akin to, “kinky...” under her breath.
“I was practicing my singing...” The girl raised an eyebrow. “Oh, right. How rude of me, I’m Rachel Berry!”
“Name’s Aphasia.” The diva thrust her hand out to shake just as the strange girl extended a fist. Rachel flinched. The girl laughed, grasped Rachel’s hand and closed it into a fist, bumping them together. “Tha’s how we do it at Jane Addams, Singer Girl.”
“What? Why?”
Aphasia cocked her hair to the side, shaking her head with a slight smirk. “Because, Singer Girl, tha’s just how it’s done.”
\o/
Aphasia soon gained an addition. Not that she minded too much, but the new girl had no game, and Aphasia was determined to help her get some. And she wasn’t surgically removable, no matter what Jayelle said.
The other girls, some of them could smell fresh meat from miles away. Sure, she was there for stealing (from banks... and she was damn good at it), but some of these girls fought, cheated... set things on fire, even. The singer girl was definitely going to be decimated if she didn’t step up her game.
First, she had to stop the girl from being massacred by the school’s show choir.
“Stop, Singer Girl.” Rachel stopped ranting at Aphasia’s raised hand. “That’s not how it’s done here.” Rachel’s face fell. “Look, we have ways we do things... You have... your way.”
“This isn’t the type of songs you sing for Glee, Aphasia!”
The other girls all groaned, and the keyboardist looked like she was about to pounce.
“It is here, singer girl. Now sit down, before Chatonja rips you a new one for tryin’ to take her solos.” Rachel sat meekly and Aphasia sighed as most of the girls glared at her. “Look, Singer Girl. We like this place, and we like singin’. Don’t make us not like it, okay?”
“Sorry...”
“No, not sorry. Jus’ don’t do it again.” The other girls all nodded and murmured in agreement at Aphasia’s statement, and a shy smile crept across Rachel’s face.
Maybe Jane Addams wasn’t going to be too bad after all...