FIC: In Bed With Your Enemies [2/?]
Title: In Bed with Your Enemies [2/?]
Rating: PG-13
Rachel has a secret. Too bad Coach Sue Sylvester knows all about it. Brittberry, Faberry, Pezberry.
Chp 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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Slowly releasing the breath she held, Rachel kept her pace brisk and with purpose - getting as far, far away as possible from the girls’ locker room. The apparent daze the (other) Cheerios were in might not last long and Rachel concluded it’d be best that she wasn’t around once her newly acquired teammates snapped out of it.
Turning a corner, Rachel hastily approached an unwanted stop when she stumbled upon two towering boys. She didn’t fail to notice the cups of Big Quench, usually present around her vicinity, each sported in their hands.
Of course it probably would have been beneficial to her if she ignored the two jocks - made apparent by their over confident smirks and letterman jackets - except Rachel wasn’t naturally a rude person; she may lack some degree of tact, but she’d never intentionally act rude. Well, at least, not without good reason. Unfortunately civilized manners weren’t always reciprocated, especially in the high school world.
“May I help you?” she asked with a cautious smile.
The two boys’ smirks only widen in correspondence with one another.
“Well look at this. A gleek trying to move up in the world,” the taller boy stated as he gave Rachel a once over.
Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The lack of creativity between the two in front of her wasn’t very astounding. She’d heard it all before: Treasure Trail, Man Hands, RuPaul, Yentl, and other imaginative descriptions used by a majority of the school’s populace.
Actually, now that she thought about it, the Cheerios - specifically Quinn and Santana - established most of more advanced name calling. Rachel briefly wondered how much time and effort the two Cheerios spent creating their (obviously jealousy-spurred) nicknames for her.
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Coincidentally the credited Cheerios, plus one, arrived not too far away from this definitely watched (and recorded, courtesy of Jacob Ben Israel) scene.
Brittany reacted almost immediately, once the girl realized what was happening, and began to stomp her way over. Sadly, Santana proved to be the fastest of the three Cheerios when she caught hold of the tall blonde’s wrist and pulled her back.
“San,” Brittany hissed at the other girl whereas the Latina only offered a stern look in return. Glancing over at Quinn, Brittany realized further actions would prove futile when she noticed how intrigued the other blonde appeared on what was occurring (or going to occur) with Rachel and the harassing jocks. With regret, Brittany relented herself to simply watch the soon-to-be-disastrous scene unfold like the rest of the onlookers in McKinley High. She was so totally going to get back at Santana for this.
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“Obviously someone here doesn’t know her place,” the other boy pressed on.
Standing her ground, Rachel refused to pander to the jocks’ (and the crowds’) expectations. She was Rachel Berry - future Broadway superstar, currently Glee Club captain plus recently-made Cheerio. And she wasn’t going to accept their harassments or any other forms of intimidation; nothing, and certainly no one, will halt her from her destined path to stardom. So quite frankly, Rachel was going to tell the two jocks where they could shove it.
“Is there a problem here ladies?” piped a very familiar voice, one that distinctively made everyone’s skin crawl in trepidation.
Turning around, the two jocks were faced with an approaching Sue Sylvester in all her track-suited glory; it was to be a confrontation neither boy would forget.
“Uhh…,” one of the dubbed Neanderthals had the unfortunate courage to blatantly utter.
Sue felt the sudden urge to punch someone silly - most specifically a William Schuester - or perhaps ram some ‘unnamed’ person’s head repeatedly through a wall. The two knuckleheads in front of her exposed how dastardly low the standards at McKinley High have fallen. Without fail, Sue pondered her options.
“There’s no problem here Coach Sylvester,” responded the only other coherent person around.
Moving her gaze past the buffoons, Sue arched a perfectly (and naturally) sculpted eyebrow at her newest addition. She was briefly surprised the diva didn’t intend to have the two meatheads’ shameful existence decimated. To each their own, she supposed.
Regarding the other two that stained her sights, Sue only smiled sweetly. “Well then,” she begins before her face reverted to its usual unamused expression, “Out of my way maggots!”
With the barked out order, everyone parted like waves to avoid the incoming wrath of Sue. The once pestering jocks proved unfortunate as they reacted far too slowly for Sue’s liking. Thus, both were forcibly removed off the clearing hallway by Sue Sylvester herself. Sometimes a woman needed to get down and dirty to accomplish what was intended.
And it was truly a sight to behold.
One jock flopped against the lockers as the other hit the floor after tumbling backwards. The result remained unanimous, nevertheless, as both cups of Big Quench each were holding spilled onto the owners themselves.
Sue didn’t bother to turn around at the no doubt hilarious spectacle but continued on her chosen path, scowling at all passersby. The intent was clear: Rachel Berry is now off limits.
Speaking of whom, the slushie-free diva was currently fast approaching her locker - the best proposed choice of action was to stay clear out of Coach Sylvester’s way, who knows what else the woman may demand from her.
Now that her status as a Cheerio became official official, Rachel shuddered in speculation over the rest of the day’s likelihood. It was a surprise that the world - or really just McKinley High - hadn’t imploded from the unlikely taking a sudden nose dive into reality.
Grabbing the rest of her school essentials, Rachel took a deep breath in preparation before closing her locker door. Ominously, she could hear the suspenseful 4/4 string ostinato in D minor₁ playing in the back of her mind. Nervously laughing it off, Rachel reminded herself that this was real life and not some terrifying scene from Jaws; definitely nothing dangerous was headed towards her unsuspecting way.
With her guard down at the moment, Rachel ended up quite literally having to brace herself as an impact from behind left her tumbling forward. Only her quick reflexes - gathered from her years as a dancer - helped her to avoid landing face first onto the (very metal) lockers in front of her.
Rachel’s grip on her bag only tightened as she tried to calmly process what had just happened.
“Hi Rachel!” Brittany practically squealed in excitement as she continued to hug the greeted girl from behind.
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Nearby, Quinn and Santana watched gob smacked at the fact that Brittany had essentially flung herself onto the petite diva. Furthermore, looking down at the toy duck in her right hand, the Latina wondered when the bubbly blonde had gotten out of her grip.
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Looking up, Rachel only let out a soft tentative ‘hello’ back. She was unused to such affections, especially from a peer of her own age. The awkwardness of the moment brushed aside, Brittany only smiled down at the girl in her arms and Rachel couldn’t help but smile back; the blonde’s sunny disposition tended to be infectious.
“Oh look! There’s Mike,” Brittany suddenly announced before letting go and opting to link arms with Rachel instead. Twisting her body in another direction, Brittany waved ecstatically at the mentioned boy. “Mike! Come meet Rachel!” she declared quite vocally, unheeding of the multiple set of eyes that closely watched the two girls. Rachel, however, was unfortunate enough to notice the increased audience failing to coyly spy in on them.
As the Asian boy approached with a slight uncertain but amused look, Brittany moved Rachel to the forefront; her hands placed on top the smaller girl’s shoulders. “Meet the newest Cheerio,” Brittany proclaimed proudly. “So…? What do you think?” she immediately inquired.
A few seconds passed as Mike looked Rachel over in her new attire. He never thought the girl would join the other side. And, quite frankly, the boy wasn’t sure what to say. So he went for the bare minimum.
“Umm… wow.”
Luckily, someone else gladly continued on with the comments for him.
“Damn! Looks like my JewBerry’s got it going on!” exclaimed the new voice.
Rachel thought she felt Brittany’s grip on her shoulders tightened reflexively at the distinctive use of the word ‘my’ but pushed that ridiculous notion aside. Instead, she refocused her attention on the new arrival to their little group.
It was obvious whom the voice belonged to and no one was surprised to see Noah Puckerman appear at the scene. With a wolfish grin, the boy with the Mohawk continued to rake his eyes over McKinley High’s newest cheerleader. In turn, Rachel felt the sudden urge to slap the boy in indignation but settled for reprimanding him to keep his eyes at an appropriate level.
But before the scrutinized girl could do just that, Brittany spoke up.
“Totally hot,” the blonde comments while stepping up closer to the brunette in front. Draping her arms across Rachel’s shoulders, Brittany flashed a quick smirk Puck’s way before setting her chin atop Rachel’s head. “Don’t you just want to eat her up?”
Puck felt his jaw drop slightly.
That smirk and that question was so a total ‘staking her claim’ declaration - at least, in Puck’s hopeful world. Brittany was obviously flaunting the ‘look but don’t touch’ policy in his face. And the way that last question was phrased made it a definite open-to-interpretation, sending Puck’s already lewd mind fervently spiraling around the tall girl’s intentions with his JewBerry. He almost creamed his pants at the various (and vivid) scenarios his mind rapidly conjured up. In the end, Puck’s thoughts revolved around how the Puckersaurus needs to get in on the action - or, at least watch.
Rachel, meanwhile, was pondering about the silence that suddenly engulfed the group. She had looked towards Mike for answers but the boy was busy looking shyly down at his shoes. His flustered appearance had only peak her curiosity all the more. And Puck, the ever boastful and loud boy, appeared to have fallen under a spell only his mind could conjure. Disturbingly, the lecherous grin never once left from his face.
Rachel shifted in slight discomfort - in part to Puck’s obvious perverse mentality and the (super) close proximity she was sharing with the blonde Cheerio. Rachel justified Brittany’s physical nearness as a byproduct of the girl’s friendly and touchy-feely persona. She didn’t get much further in her thoughts, however. The fact that Rachel could feel Brittany’s entire front pressed against her caused too big a distraction for her usually sharp mind.
She briefly wondered what else was in store for her.
Oh, if only she knew of Brittany’s thoughts.
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It was odd to see the usual crowd part in waves at her every approach; Sue Sylvester certainly scared them straight. But even after expecting the possible effects of her forced social rearrangement, Rachel found herself still baffled by the changes. She couldn’t help pausing at each turn in the hallway, cautious for that hidden slushie sure to be thrown when least expected.
Such an incident had yet to happen. Well, it came close after this morning’s practice but the arrival of Sue ended any altercation. It was awkward. Nice, oddly enough, but still definitely awkward. She wondered what Sue’s game was.
Nevertheless, screwing on her patented smile - being able to smile no matter the circumstances was a must for a Broadway star - Rachel was determined to see this day through, even though it had only just barely begun.
News, and already rumors, had spread like wildfire.
Rachel hoped this necessitated decision to join the Cheerios wouldn’t drastically alter her life.
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The school bell rang signaling a break between classes. Will, known as Mr Schue to his students, was fast out the door of his classroom after having excused his third period class. With a few papers in his hands, Will continued to bustle through the throng of students already out and about in the halls.
“A new Cheerio -”
“- Couldn’t believe my eyes!”
“How’d she do it?”
Similar whispered discussions were taking place around, but Will simply ignored all the high school talks and gossips. He had already heard from his other classes about some new Cheerio who appeared today. Will briefly wondered which poor girl let herself get sucked into Sue’s warped propaganda.
Still, a new Cheerio shouldn’t have caused the school to become so a fluttered and en masse as it did.
Approaching a corner, Will found Emma standing alone off to the side. He halted to a slight stop, momentarily observing the woman. Quite strangely, the redhead was muttering to herself. “Emma?” he called out.
The woman’s head twisted to the side and she seemed absolutely surprised to see Will so nearby. “Will!” she squeaked sharply.
In return, Will smiled amusedly at Emma’s odd antics but thought nothing wrong of it. “Well, I’ll be going now Emma. It was nice to see you.” And with the quick farewell, Will continued on his path.
“Will!” Emma shouted once more before hurriedly following suit. “Actually, I think there’s something you should know,” the cleanliness-obsessed counselor mentioned as she appeared by Will’s side.
Without a glance at his added companion, Will continued to flip through the papers in his hands. “Can it wait?” he asked before holding up some papers gestured at Emma and continuing, “I need to make some more copies of these handouts for my next class.”
“I umm… uhh…,” Emma could only mumble off as she came to a complete stop in front of a woman that Will seemed to take no notice off.
“Thanks Emma,” Will called out, his focus still on his papers, as he strolled past the two.
Sue could only smirk at the redhead in front of her. “Move it toots,” she remarked before turning to face the ignorant man still wandering off. “I’m the one that’s gonna break him.” Sue watched Emma’s bewilderment for a moment before revising her previous comment. “I mean, break the news to him.”
And then Sue was off.
It took a mere 30 seconds before Sue had gotten herself in front of Will’s path. Luckily, Will had decided to glance up from his papers, a sense of foreboding having seeped into his consciousness. Abruptly halting, Will avoided his collision with the Cheerios coach and stared up at his inconvenient roadblock.
“What is it this time Sue?” he warily asked.
Sue only smiled.
“I thought you’d liked to hear about my new Cheerio William.”
Again, Sue had only smiled.
Deciding to bite the proverbial bullet, Will continued on the conversation. “And who’s the unfortunate girl that’s willing to subject herself to your torture now Sue?”
If possible, Sue smiled wider. Will felt like the canary ultimately caught in the cat’s clutches.
“Well, speak of my newest star!” Sue calls out before waving at some unknown person some ways behind Will. “March on over here Berry!”
Oh no, Will thought.
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Late at night, after having finishing her nightly rituals, Rachel laid on her bed. For the next past minutes, she simply tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Giving up, Rachel rolled onto her back and relented to staring at her room’s ceiling.
The Glee Club meeting tomorrow after school was definitely going to be different. Everything was different now actually.
Letting out a sigh, Rachel turned onto her side once more and closed her eyes, trying to get at least a good night’s rest.
-End Chapter Two-
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Chp 3a
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A/N: I meant to have this chapter finished last week, but I got derailed by the multitude of deadlines that suddenly up and appeared on me.
₁ The idea for the musical piece originates from the SpongeBob SquarePants episode Clams.
Rating: PG-13
Rachel has a secret. Too bad Coach Sue Sylvester knows all about it. Brittberry, Faberry, Pezberry.
Chp 1
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. The only thing I do own is my imagination of things that will probably never ever happen. Still, a girl can dream.
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Slowly releasing the breath she held, Rachel kept her pace brisk and with purpose - getting as far, far away as possible from the girls’ locker room. The apparent daze the (other) Cheerios were in might not last long and Rachel concluded it’d be best that she wasn’t around once her newly acquired teammates snapped out of it.
Turning a corner, Rachel hastily approached an unwanted stop when she stumbled upon two towering boys. She didn’t fail to notice the cups of Big Quench, usually present around her vicinity, each sported in their hands.
Of course it probably would have been beneficial to her if she ignored the two jocks - made apparent by their over confident smirks and letterman jackets - except Rachel wasn’t naturally a rude person; she may lack some degree of tact, but she’d never intentionally act rude. Well, at least, not without good reason. Unfortunately civilized manners weren’t always reciprocated, especially in the high school world.
“May I help you?” she asked with a cautious smile.
The two boys’ smirks only widen in correspondence with one another.
“Well look at this. A gleek trying to move up in the world,” the taller boy stated as he gave Rachel a once over.
Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The lack of creativity between the two in front of her wasn’t very astounding. She’d heard it all before: Treasure Trail, Man Hands, RuPaul, Yentl, and other imaginative descriptions used by a majority of the school’s populace.
Actually, now that she thought about it, the Cheerios - specifically Quinn and Santana - established most of more advanced name calling. Rachel briefly wondered how much time and effort the two Cheerios spent creating their (obviously jealousy-spurred) nicknames for her.
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Coincidentally the credited Cheerios, plus one, arrived not too far away from this definitely watched (and recorded, courtesy of Jacob Ben Israel) scene.
Brittany reacted almost immediately, once the girl realized what was happening, and began to stomp her way over. Sadly, Santana proved to be the fastest of the three Cheerios when she caught hold of the tall blonde’s wrist and pulled her back.
“San,” Brittany hissed at the other girl whereas the Latina only offered a stern look in return. Glancing over at Quinn, Brittany realized further actions would prove futile when she noticed how intrigued the other blonde appeared on what was occurring (or going to occur) with Rachel and the harassing jocks. With regret, Brittany relented herself to simply watch the soon-to-be-disastrous scene unfold like the rest of the onlookers in McKinley High. She was so totally going to get back at Santana for this.
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“Obviously someone here doesn’t know her place,” the other boy pressed on.
Standing her ground, Rachel refused to pander to the jocks’ (and the crowds’) expectations. She was Rachel Berry - future Broadway superstar, currently Glee Club captain plus recently-made Cheerio. And she wasn’t going to accept their harassments or any other forms of intimidation; nothing, and certainly no one, will halt her from her destined path to stardom. So quite frankly, Rachel was going to tell the two jocks where they could shove it.
“Is there a problem here ladies?” piped a very familiar voice, one that distinctively made everyone’s skin crawl in trepidation.
Turning around, the two jocks were faced with an approaching Sue Sylvester in all her track-suited glory; it was to be a confrontation neither boy would forget.
“Uhh…,” one of the dubbed Neanderthals had the unfortunate courage to blatantly utter.
Sue felt the sudden urge to punch someone silly - most specifically a William Schuester - or perhaps ram some ‘unnamed’ person’s head repeatedly through a wall. The two knuckleheads in front of her exposed how dastardly low the standards at McKinley High have fallen. Without fail, Sue pondered her options.
“There’s no problem here Coach Sylvester,” responded the only other coherent person around.
Moving her gaze past the buffoons, Sue arched a perfectly (and naturally) sculpted eyebrow at her newest addition. She was briefly surprised the diva didn’t intend to have the two meatheads’ shameful existence decimated. To each their own, she supposed.
Regarding the other two that stained her sights, Sue only smiled sweetly. “Well then,” she begins before her face reverted to its usual unamused expression, “Out of my way maggots!”
With the barked out order, everyone parted like waves to avoid the incoming wrath of Sue. The once pestering jocks proved unfortunate as they reacted far too slowly for Sue’s liking. Thus, both were forcibly removed off the clearing hallway by Sue Sylvester herself. Sometimes a woman needed to get down and dirty to accomplish what was intended.
And it was truly a sight to behold.
One jock flopped against the lockers as the other hit the floor after tumbling backwards. The result remained unanimous, nevertheless, as both cups of Big Quench each were holding spilled onto the owners themselves.
Sue didn’t bother to turn around at the no doubt hilarious spectacle but continued on her chosen path, scowling at all passersby. The intent was clear: Rachel Berry is now off limits.
Speaking of whom, the slushie-free diva was currently fast approaching her locker - the best proposed choice of action was to stay clear out of Coach Sylvester’s way, who knows what else the woman may demand from her.
Now that her status as a Cheerio became official official, Rachel shuddered in speculation over the rest of the day’s likelihood. It was a surprise that the world - or really just McKinley High - hadn’t imploded from the unlikely taking a sudden nose dive into reality.
Grabbing the rest of her school essentials, Rachel took a deep breath in preparation before closing her locker door. Ominously, she could hear the suspenseful 4/4 string ostinato in D minor₁ playing in the back of her mind. Nervously laughing it off, Rachel reminded herself that this was real life and not some terrifying scene from Jaws; definitely nothing dangerous was headed towards her unsuspecting way.
With her guard down at the moment, Rachel ended up quite literally having to brace herself as an impact from behind left her tumbling forward. Only her quick reflexes - gathered from her years as a dancer - helped her to avoid landing face first onto the (very metal) lockers in front of her.
Rachel’s grip on her bag only tightened as she tried to calmly process what had just happened.
“Hi Rachel!” Brittany practically squealed in excitement as she continued to hug the greeted girl from behind.
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Nearby, Quinn and Santana watched gob smacked at the fact that Brittany had essentially flung herself onto the petite diva. Furthermore, looking down at the toy duck in her right hand, the Latina wondered when the bubbly blonde had gotten out of her grip.
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Looking up, Rachel only let out a soft tentative ‘hello’ back. She was unused to such affections, especially from a peer of her own age. The awkwardness of the moment brushed aside, Brittany only smiled down at the girl in her arms and Rachel couldn’t help but smile back; the blonde’s sunny disposition tended to be infectious.
“Oh look! There’s Mike,” Brittany suddenly announced before letting go and opting to link arms with Rachel instead. Twisting her body in another direction, Brittany waved ecstatically at the mentioned boy. “Mike! Come meet Rachel!” she declared quite vocally, unheeding of the multiple set of eyes that closely watched the two girls. Rachel, however, was unfortunate enough to notice the increased audience failing to coyly spy in on them.
As the Asian boy approached with a slight uncertain but amused look, Brittany moved Rachel to the forefront; her hands placed on top the smaller girl’s shoulders. “Meet the newest Cheerio,” Brittany proclaimed proudly. “So…? What do you think?” she immediately inquired.
A few seconds passed as Mike looked Rachel over in her new attire. He never thought the girl would join the other side. And, quite frankly, the boy wasn’t sure what to say. So he went for the bare minimum.
“Umm… wow.”
Luckily, someone else gladly continued on with the comments for him.
“Damn! Looks like my JewBerry’s got it going on!” exclaimed the new voice.
Rachel thought she felt Brittany’s grip on her shoulders tightened reflexively at the distinctive use of the word ‘my’ but pushed that ridiculous notion aside. Instead, she refocused her attention on the new arrival to their little group.
It was obvious whom the voice belonged to and no one was surprised to see Noah Puckerman appear at the scene. With a wolfish grin, the boy with the Mohawk continued to rake his eyes over McKinley High’s newest cheerleader. In turn, Rachel felt the sudden urge to slap the boy in indignation but settled for reprimanding him to keep his eyes at an appropriate level.
But before the scrutinized girl could do just that, Brittany spoke up.
“Totally hot,” the blonde comments while stepping up closer to the brunette in front. Draping her arms across Rachel’s shoulders, Brittany flashed a quick smirk Puck’s way before setting her chin atop Rachel’s head. “Don’t you just want to eat her up?”
Puck felt his jaw drop slightly.
That smirk and that question was so a total ‘staking her claim’ declaration - at least, in Puck’s hopeful world. Brittany was obviously flaunting the ‘look but don’t touch’ policy in his face. And the way that last question was phrased made it a definite open-to-interpretation, sending Puck’s already lewd mind fervently spiraling around the tall girl’s intentions with his JewBerry. He almost creamed his pants at the various (and vivid) scenarios his mind rapidly conjured up. In the end, Puck’s thoughts revolved around how the Puckersaurus needs to get in on the action - or, at least watch.
Rachel, meanwhile, was pondering about the silence that suddenly engulfed the group. She had looked towards Mike for answers but the boy was busy looking shyly down at his shoes. His flustered appearance had only peak her curiosity all the more. And Puck, the ever boastful and loud boy, appeared to have fallen under a spell only his mind could conjure. Disturbingly, the lecherous grin never once left from his face.
Rachel shifted in slight discomfort - in part to Puck’s obvious perverse mentality and the (super) close proximity she was sharing with the blonde Cheerio. Rachel justified Brittany’s physical nearness as a byproduct of the girl’s friendly and touchy-feely persona. She didn’t get much further in her thoughts, however. The fact that Rachel could feel Brittany’s entire front pressed against her caused too big a distraction for her usually sharp mind.
She briefly wondered what else was in store for her.
Oh, if only she knew of Brittany’s thoughts.
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It was odd to see the usual crowd part in waves at her every approach; Sue Sylvester certainly scared them straight. But even after expecting the possible effects of her forced social rearrangement, Rachel found herself still baffled by the changes. She couldn’t help pausing at each turn in the hallway, cautious for that hidden slushie sure to be thrown when least expected.
Such an incident had yet to happen. Well, it came close after this morning’s practice but the arrival of Sue ended any altercation. It was awkward. Nice, oddly enough, but still definitely awkward. She wondered what Sue’s game was.
Nevertheless, screwing on her patented smile - being able to smile no matter the circumstances was a must for a Broadway star - Rachel was determined to see this day through, even though it had only just barely begun.
News, and already rumors, had spread like wildfire.
Rachel hoped this necessitated decision to join the Cheerios wouldn’t drastically alter her life.
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The school bell rang signaling a break between classes. Will, known as Mr Schue to his students, was fast out the door of his classroom after having excused his third period class. With a few papers in his hands, Will continued to bustle through the throng of students already out and about in the halls.
“A new Cheerio -”
“- Couldn’t believe my eyes!”
“How’d she do it?”
Similar whispered discussions were taking place around, but Will simply ignored all the high school talks and gossips. He had already heard from his other classes about some new Cheerio who appeared today. Will briefly wondered which poor girl let herself get sucked into Sue’s warped propaganda.
Still, a new Cheerio shouldn’t have caused the school to become so a fluttered and en masse as it did.
Approaching a corner, Will found Emma standing alone off to the side. He halted to a slight stop, momentarily observing the woman. Quite strangely, the redhead was muttering to herself. “Emma?” he called out.
The woman’s head twisted to the side and she seemed absolutely surprised to see Will so nearby. “Will!” she squeaked sharply.
In return, Will smiled amusedly at Emma’s odd antics but thought nothing wrong of it. “Well, I’ll be going now Emma. It was nice to see you.” And with the quick farewell, Will continued on his path.
“Will!” Emma shouted once more before hurriedly following suit. “Actually, I think there’s something you should know,” the cleanliness-obsessed counselor mentioned as she appeared by Will’s side.
Without a glance at his added companion, Will continued to flip through the papers in his hands. “Can it wait?” he asked before holding up some papers gestured at Emma and continuing, “I need to make some more copies of these handouts for my next class.”
“I umm… uhh…,” Emma could only mumble off as she came to a complete stop in front of a woman that Will seemed to take no notice off.
“Thanks Emma,” Will called out, his focus still on his papers, as he strolled past the two.
Sue could only smirk at the redhead in front of her. “Move it toots,” she remarked before turning to face the ignorant man still wandering off. “I’m the one that’s gonna break him.” Sue watched Emma’s bewilderment for a moment before revising her previous comment. “I mean, break the news to him.”
And then Sue was off.
It took a mere 30 seconds before Sue had gotten herself in front of Will’s path. Luckily, Will had decided to glance up from his papers, a sense of foreboding having seeped into his consciousness. Abruptly halting, Will avoided his collision with the Cheerios coach and stared up at his inconvenient roadblock.
“What is it this time Sue?” he warily asked.
Sue only smiled.
“I thought you’d liked to hear about my new Cheerio William.”
Again, Sue had only smiled.
Deciding to bite the proverbial bullet, Will continued on the conversation. “And who’s the unfortunate girl that’s willing to subject herself to your torture now Sue?”
If possible, Sue smiled wider. Will felt like the canary ultimately caught in the cat’s clutches.
“Well, speak of my newest star!” Sue calls out before waving at some unknown person some ways behind Will. “March on over here Berry!”
Oh no, Will thought.
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Late at night, after having finishing her nightly rituals, Rachel laid on her bed. For the next past minutes, she simply tossed and turned before letting out a frustrated groan. Giving up, Rachel rolled onto her back and relented to staring at her room’s ceiling.
The Glee Club meeting tomorrow after school was definitely going to be different. Everything was different now actually.
Letting out a sigh, Rachel turned onto her side once more and closed her eyes, trying to get at least a good night’s rest.
-End Chapter Two-
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Chp 3a
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A/N: I meant to have this chapter finished last week, but I got derailed by the multitude of deadlines that suddenly up and appeared on me.
₁ The idea for the musical piece originates from the SpongeBob SquarePants episode Clams.