fic: Challenges
Title: Challenges
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/Alyson Tyler, Mike, Brittany, Puck, Sue, Kat Tyler, Missy Watters, Wendy Kort, Clara Lopez, Artie, Becky, other OCs
Rating: R
Summary: Rachel and Puck make a wager that coincidently allows Sue to test her Cheerios.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~16,800
Spoilers: Previous stories in this series
A/N: Follows Some Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
series masterlist
The last dance class is a showcase. The kids each pick a dance they've learned and perform.
Mike and Rachel arrive early to set up some chairs and a small video camera that Mike borrowed from his parents. He and Rachel will burn everyone a DVD of their performance.
…
Rachel is slightly amused to see Quinn in the audience, seated next to Alyson. She looks a bit self-couscous, especially when she catches Rachel's gaze. Rachel waves and Quinn half-heartedly waves back.
Rachel points Quinn out to Mike who also smiles and waves. Alyson offers a small wave in return while Quinn just nods. Rachel just barely holds back a chuckle as the music starts and Harry steps onto the "stage".
…
After talking to the parents and kids, Rachel turns to find Kat, Alyson, and Quinn sitting and waiting.
"We're still going for ice cream, right?" Kat asks
"Of course," Rachel replies. She turns to Alyson. "Kid was pretty good, huh?"
"Definitely," Alyson agrees. "Kat's a natural."
Once everything is cleaned and packed up, Kat, Alyson, Quinn, Rachel and Mike begin the short walk to the ice cream parlor.
"I'm gonna miss seeing you every week," Kat tells Rachel.
"Me too," Rachel agrees.
"You guys should hang out," Mike interjects.
Rachel mulls it over for a moment. "As long as it's okay with your parents."
"Cool," Kat exclaims. "They will be. Aly will help, right?"
"You know it, kid."
"Yay."
…
Friday, Mike is sitting on Rachel's doorstep when she returns from her voice lesson.
"I'm sorry, I didn't really it was that late."
"Nah," Mike assures her. "I'm early."
"Oh good."
He follows her inside and goes into the kitchen to set up. When Rachel returns a moment later, she grabs two bottles of water from the fridge before joining Mike at the kitchen table.
Mike has his laptop out and connected to the video camera. Rachel sets down a stack of DVD-Rs. He accepts the water with a smile.
They spend the afternoon burning each performance onto a disc before burning themselves each a copy of the entire class. Mike ends up staying for dinner, which mostly consists of leftovers.
When Puck shows up later, they're packing and labeling each DVD.
"Chang. Bro," Puck greets.
"Hey Puck."
Hello Noah," Rachel replies. "Mike will be joining us this evening."
"Oh." Head scratch. "Cool." Another head scratch. "So what are we doing?"
…
They end up in the backyard throwing knives.
When Mike learns that Rachel is a champion knife thrower, his response is simply, "Cool."
Rachel gives a shirt how-to; partly because Mike asks and partly to stop Noah from complaining.
Mike tries a couple times, hitting the target, but never really near the bulls eye.
Puck takes the whole thing a lot more seriously and really works on it. In fact, Mike and Rachel end up sitting in the grass talking while Puck tries again and again.
…
When Puck finally gets too frustrated, he slumps to the ground next to Rachel.
"You're not going to get it in one night, Noah," Rachel tells him.
"I don't see why not," Puck grouses. "I have good hand eye coordination and a good throwing arm. What more do you need?"
"Time," Mike says. "Practice."
"Thank, Mikey."
"He's right, Noah," Rachel says. "Besides, I don't understand why you're so intent on becoming proficient in one night."
"Because it's awesome and it'd be cool to be able to say I can," Puck answers.
"Well, sure," Mike says. "That makes sense."
"Whatever, you guys aren't any help," Puck says.
They sit like that in silence for a moment. If Rachel didn't know better, she'd think Noah has fallen asleep.
"Listen, I know you guys are like busy or whatever, but have you seen Q lately?"
"Uh, I guess," Rachel replies, hesitantly. "Why?"
"Is she dating that Alyson girl? The one that brought her bother to your little shindig?" Puck presses.
"Again. Why?"
"She is," Puck exclaims. "Why are you guys being all secretive? I can be sensitive; especially for my baby mama."
"It's not that, Noah," Rachel says. "I think Quinn's just, you know, scared."
"And what? She thinks I'm gonna give her shit? That's Lopez's job."
"Noah, you know how difficult it is for Quinn," Rachel replies. "Sexuality wasn't really properly dealt with in her home. It took a lot of effort to even convince her to give Alyson a chance."
"Yeah, Puck," Mike says. "You know how Quinn is. If she's too uncomfortable, she'll shut down and lash out. I think Rach was just worried that people will start… judging before she's had time to feel comfortable in her new skin."
"Yes, exactly," Rachel agrees.
"You guys are making me sound like an insensitive prick," Puck complains. "And yeah, maybe I am sometimes, but not all the time. I mean, I'm cool about you and S, right, Rach?"
"Yes," Rachel replies. "But only because you had a new mental image for your masturbatory fantasies. It was only after you decided I was bro worthy that you actually showed your sweet side."
"That's not true," Puck protests. "I was kinda sweet when we were dating."
"You had your moments."
"Rachel's just saying Quinn needs a little more time," Mike interjects.
"Fine. Whatever."
…
Saturday morning, Santana is surprised to find Rachel in bed alone. Puck spending the night is a common occurrence.
"You're early," Rachel greets, looking up from the book she's reading.
"Got restless," Santana replies. She kicks off her sandals and climbs in bed with Rachel. "So I have some exciting news."
"Oh?"
"Since it's our one year anniversary next weekend, my mom said I can spend the week here."
"Are you serious?"
"I am," Santana nods.
"How did you manage that?"
"Appealing to my mom's romantic side," Santana replies. "And reminding her about how busy I'm going to be when Cheerios starts up in ten days."
"Huh."
"Plus, she really hates the idea of you being all alone in this big ole house," Santana adds.
"Awwwww."
"They so like you better," Santana grumbles.
"Don't worry," Rachel says. "You're still my favorite Lopez."
"I better be."
…
Because her mom has a date, Quinn invites Alyson over to watch a movie. Quinn hopes Alyson doesn't think that means sex, because while they've moved beyond just kissing, Quinn knows she's not ready for that.
They watch Vertigo and Rear Window because Alyson is a bit Hitchcock fan and she can't believe that Quinn hasn't seen either.
Actually wanting to watch the movie, they end up snuggled under a blanket, instead of making out like they did the last time they tried to watch a movie.
"So what'd you think?" Alyson asks as she puts the DVDs back in the case.
"Creepy," Quinn answers. "Suspenseful."
"But you liked 'em?"
"Yeah. Thanks for bringing them over," Quinn replies. "We'll have to watch more. Like all the ones you own."
"You shouldn't have said that," Alyson tells her. "Cause I have twenty-nine."
"But that's not all of them?"
Alyson shakes her head. "He made almost sixty."
"Is it weird that I really like that you love Hitchcock, but hate horror movies?"
"Hitchcock is suspense and drama. Most horror movies nowadays are just gore and making the audience jump." Alyson smirks. "And it's not weird."
"Good," Quinn says, leaning in for a kiss.
…
Sunday night dinner at the Lopezs' is full of chatter, laughter and people; once again a complete contrast to the atmosphere at Rachel's house. She wonders if it's partly the reason Santana enjoys spending time there instead of at her own home. Both Clara and Tomás are concerned and interested and Rachel knows for most teenagers, this is annoying.
It probably doesn't help that Felix is there being his usual big brother self. Not to mention, Tomás seems to really enjoy overemphasizing that he likes Rachel more than Santana. Rachel wonders if her girlfriend realizes this, because it seems obvious to her that he's teasing Santana.
Rachel's tempted to bring up the fact that Santana will be spending the week with her, because she's honestly curious, but she doesn't want to jinx it. She knows once Cheerios start up, Santana will be exhausted and busy. It's almost like school starts up a month earlier because Coach Sylvester pushes them so hard.
Instead they finish dinner and help clean up. Then Santana disappears upstairs for a few moments. Rachel assumes to pack a bag.
"Rachel, dear, can I talk to you a moment?"
"Of course, Clara."
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Rachel can't even guess what Santana's mom wants to talk about.
"I wanted to talk about this upcoming week with you."
Rachel wonders if just thinking about asking was enough to jinx herself.
"All right."
"Despite agreeing to it, I still have some concerns," Clara starts.
"Understandable."
"I've agreed to quite a few things that I normally wouldn't," Clara continues. "And I think I've finally realized it's more a reflection about how I feel about you and Santana more than anything else."
"Okay."
"So… I can't believe I'm saying this," Clara says. "But I need your help."
"With?"
"I need you to help me make sure Santana isn't asking for anything too crazy," Clara replies after a moment. "Or if she does and I agree, maybe you could remind her that she's asked for something insane."
"So you're asking me to help you say no?" Rachel asks.
"Basically."
"Are you uncomfortable with Santana spending the week with me?" Rachel asks.
"I am and I'm not," Clara replies. "I trust you, dear. And I know that I'm not just giving her permission to have sex. I realize it's more than that for both of you."
"It really is our anniversary," Rachel offers. "If that helps."
"It does a bit," Clara admits. "And ultimately, I trust you to keep Santana out of too much trouble. However, we both know that you're not completely free of her influence."
"I can admit, she's gotten me to agree to things I normally wouldn't," Rachel agrees. "But I don't think San would ever suggest anything too dangerous."
"I suppose so," Clara concedes.
"However, that being said," Rachel continues. "I will keep it in mind. Though I think you might be giving me a little too much credit."
"Or you're not giving yourself enough," Clara counters.
"You ready to go, babe?"
Rachel nods.
"Thank you dear," Clara says, pulling Rachel into a hug.
"You're welcome, Clara," Rachel replies.
The moment the hugs over, Santana drags Rachel out of the house and to her car.
"See," Santana says as Rachel's pulling out of the driveway. "You are so their favorite."
Rachel just smirks.
…
Tuesday, Mike shows up after lunch.
"Missed me, did you?" Rachel asks, smiling. She steps aside and lets him in.
Mike shrugs. "I've got this block of time open. Figured I might as well fill it somehow. Besides, I hate thinking of you alone in this house all the time."
"Well, San's spending the week, so at least I'm not alone at the moment."
"How'd she swing that?" Mike asks. "I mean, her parents actually give a crap, right?"
"They do," Rachel nods. "I'm still not quite sure, actually. San claims it's because they love me more than her."
Mike chuckles.
…
Thankfully, Santana doesn't mind the intrusion of Mike. They hang out, watching TV, chatting and making snide comments. It's a nice afternoon.
…
Friday night, Brittany drags Santana out of the house as Puck is arriving.
"I still can't believe Lopez's parents let her stay here all week," Puck says, settling onto the couch.
"Life is strange that way," Rachel agrees.
"So anyone else joining us this evening?" Puck asks.
"No," Rachel replies. "Is this about last week?"
"You invited Chang?"
"Mike's a good guy and a good friend--"
"And I'm not?" Puck questions.
"That's not what I'm saying, Noah. I wasn't going to kick him out."
"Shoulda," Puck replies. "He would have understood."
"Perhaps," Rachel agrees. "But I didn't want to."
"So what are we doing tonight then?"
"I thought you said we were just going to hang and drink because it's so hot outside," Rachel replies.
"Yeah. I did say that. Just wondering if you came up with anything else."
"I didn't think I needed to."
"Okay. I'm getting a beer."
…
Rachel didn't realize how upset Noah is about her inviting Mike to hang out on bro night the week before, but she supposes she should have known. Noah is oddly possessive of her friendship. Used to it with Santana, Rachel supposes she didn't give it too much thought. Though, it could also be because Santana has gotten a lot better telling Rachel when she feels ignored.
Though just because he's annoyed, that doesn't mean he has to channel surf for the last hour and half. Rachel actually feels a bit dizzy.
Rachel snatches the remote away.
"Hey."
"Mine, now," Rachel tells him. She puts it on the History Channel.
"Damnit, bro."
Rachel's cell rings. "I'm going to answer this in the kitchen," she tells him. "And I'm taking the remote with me."
Puck just groans.
In the relative quiet of the kitchen, Rachel answers her phone.
"Hello?"
"Rachel? It's Kat."
"Hey kid," Rachel replies. "What's up?"
"Aly gave me your number," Kat says. "I hope that's okay."
"Course it is. Did you talk to your parents?"
"I did. They said it'd be fine cause Aly vouched for you," Kat replies.
"Good. Ummm… Let me go upstairs and look at my calendar, okay?"
"Okay."
"So what should we do?" Rachel asks as she climbs the stairs to her room.
"Dunno. Something fun?"
Rachel laughs. "Ahhh, I wanted to do something boring."
"Ha ha."
"What about Wednesday? We can have lunch and go to the zoo."
"The zoo?"
"I don't know. It could be fun," Rachel says.
"Okay. Sounds good."
"All right. I'll pick you up around eleven Wednesday?"
"Sure, Rachel," Kat replies. "I'll text you our address. See you Wednesday."
"See you Wednesday, kid."
…
Back in the living room, Rachel finds Puck captivated by the TV. For a moment, she thinks he somehow managed to change the channel, but when she's on the couch next to him, she sees the little History Channel logo on the screen.
"What? Are they doing a special about the history of porn?" Rachel asks.
"Better," Puck replies. "They're rebuilding historical weapons and whatever. Like the Rack. And then they're testing it."
"Oh. That does sound kind of cool."
…
Apparently it's a marathon because they've already watched five hours and the sixth has just started. Rachel wonders how many there were total.
"I don't see why you're so fascinated," Rachel says. "I could totally build some of this stuff."
"You're drunk," Puck retorts. "What do you know?"
"I've only had one drink," Rachel points out.
"You've almost finished your second," Puck tells her. "And you're a light weight."
"Hmph. Still, I'm sure I could."
"I'll take that bet," Puck says.
"Excuse me?"
"I'll take that bet," Puck repeats. "I bet you can't build a…"
"Halifax Gibbet," Rachel supplies.
"Fine. A Halifax Gibbet by the end of the summer."
"You're on. Usual stakes?"
"Works for me."
Puck clicks his can of beer against Rachel's glass and they drink on it.
…
It's just after midnight when Santana lets herself into Rachel's house. It's quiet, so she assumes Rachel and Puck have already gone to bed. Santana hopes she won't have to fight too hard to cuddle with her girlfriend.
When she reaches Rachel's room, she's surprised to find the light on and Rachel reading in bed.
"Hey tiger," Rachel says looking up.
"Where's Puckerman?"
"Oh, he's kind of mad at me, so he went home."
"And you let him?" Santana asks. "Wasn't he drunk?
"Just tipsy," Rachel replies. "But I can only argue with him for so long. He promised to drive five miles below the speed limit. And his house is only like ten minutes away."
"Oh. Okay."
"I'll admit I'm a bit worried," Rachel says, setting down her book. "But he wanted to leave. And I told him to let me know that he got home safe, but I think he forgot."
"I'm sure he's fine, Rach," Santana tells her as she strips. "He's driven after having a few more times than he should have."
"That actually doesn't make me feel better, San."
"Well, I'm personally glad I get you all to myself tonight," Santana says.
The smile Rachel returns is small, but Santana knows it's just because she's worried about Puck.
"We'll just sleep and in the morning, we'll call and wake his lazy ass up, okay?"
Rachel nods.
…
In the morning, Rachel calls Puck's cell until he picks up.
"What?!"
"Just wanted to make sure you're alive, Noah," Rachel says. "You were supposed to call me when you got home."
"Yeah. Sorry. I pretty much just passed out the minute I saw my bed."
"Oh. Well I'm glad you're okay."
"Thanks. Bye."
…
They exchange gifts in the evening, sitting on Rachel's bed.
"Oh my god, Santana," Rachel exclaims. "Where did you find these?"
"I have my ways," Santana smiles.
Rachel can only stare at the record on her lap. Not only is it Barbra Streisand's first album, as well as her first live concert, they're both autographed.
"This is so incredible," Rachel says. "I can't believe you found this." She then picks up the envelope that was attached to the wrapping paper. "What's this?"
"Just open it."
Rachel does and is surprised to find song lyrics. "What is this?"
"Well, I know you want to do a duet in glee, but are afraid I'll say no. Right?"
Rachel looks embarrassed, but nods.
"So this is the song you and I are going to sing in glee once school starts up."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, babe. Your part is highlighted."
Rachel lets out a squeal and tackles Santana in a hug, knocking her onto her back. Rachel considers this convenient as she begins kissing her girlfriend.
When they come up for air, Santana stays stretched out as Rachel sits up, still straddling Santana.
Rachel reaches over and grabs her gift, handing it to Santana.
"The first part of your gift was the car crushing and the whole thing," Rachel explains.
"Awww, babe."
"I wanted it to be just the two of us, but I knew it wouldn't be the safest and that your parents would more likely agree if we had Noah with. And I didn't want just Noah, because he'd feel like a third wheel and so that's why Britt came too. I know that--"
Santana cuts her off with a kiss. Stroking Rachel's cheek as she pulls away slowly, Santana just smiles. "Don't worry, Rach. I understand."
"Good."
Santana opens the envelope that Rachel handed her. The first piece of paper she pulls out says, "Rachel and Santana will pull three pranks together, just the two of them senior year." Santana smirks. The second piece of paper says, "Coach Sylvester owes me one favor. If you ever feel you need it, it's yours. Love, Rachel"
"Are you serious?" Santana asks.
"Dead serious," Rachel replies.
"Wow."
The third piece of paper reads, "Santana gets to win one argument with her girlfriend, even if she's wrong. (Unless it's going to result in something dangerous.)" The disclaimer causes Santana to chuckle.
"I know it's kind of cheesy," Rachel says. "But that trip totally wiped me out and even though you totally deserve--"
Santana cuts her off with another kiss.
"Don't be ridiculous," Santana says. "Besides the fact that a favor from Coach is worth more than gold, you know I don't care about that. Furthermore, crushing a car in a tank was pretty fucking awesome."
Rachel smiles shyly. "It must have been if you're cursing."
"It has to be done," Santana agrees. "Besides, you know what I was really hoping for?"
"What's that?" Rachel asks.
"That the rest of the night is naked time."
Rachel grabs all the presents and puts them on her desk before she begins stripping.
"Best anniversary ever," Santana says as her shirt joins Rachel's on the floor.
…
Rachel practically has to drag Santana to her house for Sunday night dinner.
"I don't want this week to be over," Santana whines. "Plus Cheerios starts tomorrow."
"You could just quit."
"Are you kidding? That's my ticket out of her," Santana replies.
"I know."
"Then why did you suggest it?"
Rachel shrugs as she drives. "It seemed like the thing to say."
…
Rachel spends the night at Santana's, though the door is once again, to be kept open. Neither girl really minds, though Santana still protests every time her mother says it. Rachel assumes it's what's expected. Or maybe Santana doesn't want to know she's a total sap who just wants to sleep wrapped around her girlfriend.
…
The sun is just peeking out as Rachel and Santana drive to the first Cheerios practice. Used to being up this early, it just makes sense for Rachel to tag along.
So while Santana joins Quinn and Coach Sylvester on the field, Rachel sits on the bleachers and watches the others stagger onto the field.
…
When Santana spots Wendy Kory and Missy Watters, she grabs her bag and jogs over to them.
"Watters. Kory."
"Lopez," Missy smirks.
"I've been talking to Coach," Santana continues. "And she agrees with me that you guys need more conditioning."
"Oh?"
"She did," Santana nods. "So you guys have to wear these on your ankles and wrists for all the practices this month." Santana pulls ankle and wrist weights out of her bag.
"You can't be serious," Wendy protests.
"I am," Santana smirks. She holds them out.
Missy looks over towards Coach Sylvester, who appears to be in the middle of berating a sophomore about being on time. She sighs and accepts the weights from Santana.
"Have fun," Santana says, walking away as they strap the weights on.
…
Rachel has pulled out her notebook as the Cheerios stretch. She hasn't really had time to think about the wager she made with Noah. She's confident she can do it because she's Rachel Berry, but she probably shouldn't make bets when she's tipsy.
Pulling out her phone, she begins search the internet for any information on the Halifax Gibbet. There isn't much. Still, she writes down everything she can find.
…
Missy has to admit, she didn't expect Lopez to be so subtle. That seems more like a Rachel thing. Lopez is all fire and bluster right in your face; there's no escaping her. Though, if she really does have Coach's approval, then there's really no way to escape her or this punishment.
…
Working with what little info she has, Rachel begins sketching out a plan. Once she has the dimensions figured out, she begins making a list of material she'd need.
Intend on her notebook, she almost misses the shadow cast over her shoulder.
"Your presence puzzles me, Berry," Coach Sylvester says.
"Oh. Hello Coach," Rachel greets. "I'm simply waiting for Santana."
"I figured as much," Coach Sylvester replies. "However, I'm not sure I understand why."
Rachel half shrugs as she continues sketching. "I just wanted to."
"You two aren't going to be pathetic saps in love this year, are you?" Coach Sylvester asks.
"Well, maybe not pathetic," Rachel replies.
"As long as you don't take away my entertainment this year," Coach Sylvester says. "And what could possibly be more important than talking to me?"
"Oh." Rachel fights a blush. "I sort of made a bet with Noah that I could build a Halifax Gibbet."
"Really?" Coach Sylvester asks slowly. "I'd ask how that happen, but I don't really care."
"And while it's a daunting task," Rachel continues. "I have no intention of losing."
"I'm sure you don't," Coach Sylvester smiles. "And what are you going to do with your creation once you're done with it?"
"Put it up in the backyard, I suppose."
"And it'll be a working one, correct?"
"Of course," Rachel replies. "If it doesn't work properly, I'll lose."
"Well, when do you think you'll be finished with it?"
"Well, I just started planning, but hopefully in a couple of weeks."
"Excellent," Coach Sylvester says. "I don't suppose you'd let me borrow it?"
"For?"
"I want to see what these dismal excuse for Cheerios are capable of."
"That sounds a bit ominous, Coach," Rachel says.
"I know," Coach Sylvester smirks.
…
Rachel watches as the Cheerios file, exhaustedly into the locker room to clean up. Considering everything she just witnessed, she's surprised they're all still standing. She has a vigorous workout schedule and even she's exhausted from watching the first practice.
"Heads up!" Coach Sylvester yells in her megaphone as they stagger off the field. "You're all acting as if I was tough on you!"
Everyone still on the field, holds their head up and tries not to look too tired. Rachel just shakes her head.
Rachel, meanwhile, has a complete list of materials, where she can get them and the order in which she's going to do things. She feels ready.
"Hi Rachel."
Rachel looks up to see an exhausted looking, but showered Missy and Wendy.
"Missy. Wendy. You shower quickly."
Missy smirks. "It's a nice talent to have."
"We didn’t expect to see you here," Wendy says.
"Yes, well, I was a bit curious about the first practice of the year, so I figured I'd tag along."
"You're sure that's the only reason?" Missy asks. "Maybe you wanted to see us."
"Or my girlfriend."
"Hmph, you see her all the time," Missy continues. "You sure you didn't come to see what else we can offer."
"I'm sure," Rachel retorts. "Though I am curious about what you were wearing around your ankles and wrists. No one else was wearing one."
"Your girlfriend, thinks just because she's a senior, she can force things on us."
"As if that intimidates us," Wendy adds.
"Um, okay. That still doesn't exactly answer my question."
"Work out weights," Wendy answers. "She said that Coach said we had to wear them."
"Oh."
"And while they do add some difficulty to the routines, it's hardly a hindrance," Missy says.
"What the hell are you skanks doing?"
Quinn and Santana have come out of the locker room with Brittany just behind them.
"Oh hello, Lopez," Missy smirks. "Just talking to Rach here."
"Yeah," Wendy adds. "She had a question to ask us."
"I bet," Santana retorts. "Come on Rach, let's get out of here."
Having already gathered up her things, Rachel grabs her bag and hops off the bleachers. Santana grabs her hand and pulls her closer before kissing her possessively. Then without a look back at Wendy or Missy, she drags Rachel off the field.
…
The four of them end up at Rachel's, despite Quinn's protests.
"Rachel's going to make us lunch," Santana says. "And then you can go do whatever it is you're stressing about."
"Yeah, how come you don't want to hang out, Q?" Brittany asks.
"I'm meeting Alyson soon," Quinn replies.
"Oooh," Brittany says. "That's different."
"I never agreed to make you guys lunch," Rachel interjects.
"You should invite her over," Brittany suggests.
"Uh, no," Quinn replies. "No. No. And no."
"We got it, Q," Santana says as she begins gathering ingredients for Rachel.
"How come?" Brittany asks. "We won't embarrass you."
"I might," Santana throws out.
"We should all hang out sometime," Brittany exclaims.
Rachel stays quiet as she starts making lunch.
"Um…"
"It'll be great," Brittany continues. "Me, Quinn, Alyson, San and Rachy."
"Won't you feel like a fifth wheel, B?" Santana asks.
"No," Brittany replies. "Because whenever I do, I just pretend I'm in a polygamous relationship with Rachy and San."
For once, no one knows what to say.
"That explains a lot, actually," Rachel says finally.
"Uh, B," Quinn pipes up. "Do you actually know what being in a polygamous relationship means?"
Brittany nods. "It means that we're all together. And I've already had sex with them both together, so it's not a complete lie."
Quinn's jaw drops while Santana groans.
"That information goes under the "I didn't need to know that" category," Quinn says.
"I agree," Santana adds.
"Sorry," Brittany replies, not sounding sincere. "But I still think we should all hang out. Maybe I'll just bring a date."
"You might as well agree, Quinn," Rachel says. "You know she isn't going to let up until you do."
"Fine," Quinn huffs. "I'll talk to Alyson."
"Yay," Brittany exclaims.
…
Rachel begins working on the Halifax Gibbet Tuesday afternoon after lunch. She calls Mike and asks if he wants to visit the hardware super store with her. Surprised, he agrees. When she picks him up, he’s also surprised to find a small trailer attached to her car.
“I didn’t even think these were capable of towing anything,” Mike comments as he slides into the passenger seat.
“Well certainly nothing large,” Rachel agrees. “But for my needs, I think it should be okay.”
“You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
“Wait until you hear why we’re going,” Rachel tells him, smiling.
…
They grab a trolley upon entry and begin hunting down everything on Rachel’s list.
Standing in line to pay, Mike looks over items and asks, “Isn’t this going to be expensive?”
“Probably,” Rachel nods. She holds up a credit card. “But my dads left me this for emergencies.”
“This is an emergency?” Mike asks.
“Well, sort of,” Rachel hedges. “Losing to Noah would be terrible and it’s not as if I used it that often. Besides, the road trip wiped me out. I’m running a bit low on funds.”
“Understandable,” Mike says. “You didn’t pay for everything yourself, did you?”
“No, we split the hotels and both Brittany and Santana gave me gas money. And then everyone paid for themselves in the Dells as well as in Kasota. I just threw in the extra to upgrade Santana’s package.”
“Still, that’s a large chunk of change.”
“Agreed. But it was worth it.”
It’s finally their turn, so they put as much as they can on the conveyer belt. The rest is scanned by the cashier. Rachel swipes the credit card and signs the little screen.
“I wish you could have come,” Rachel says as they walk out.
“Nah,” Mike replies. “My parents never would have let me. Besides, I know you guys have this thing. I don’t want to get between that.”
“Still…”
“Maybe another time,” Mike says. “Once I’m eighteen, I’m hoping the folks will relax about it, a bit.”
“Ha! We’ll see.”
They load everything into Rachel’s car. She pulls bungee cords out of the trunk and secures everything tightly. Still in a bit of awe, Mike watches and half-heartedly offers assistance. In under ten minutes the cart is empty and being pushed to a cart carrel.
“Whoa dude,” Mike says as he climbs back in the car. “That was efficient.”
…
At the house, they unload everything and carry it to the backyard. Rachel orders pizza to say thanks for the help.
"You don't have to do that, Rach," Mike tells her. "I mean we just talked about how you're strapped for money."
"This is from the food fund my dads leave me," Rachel replies. "Besides, I don't really feel like making anything and would most likely order something anyway. Pizza's just the easiest, because I'm sure Santana will show up any moment and want some."
"She's suppose to come over?" Mike asks. "I can get out of here if--"
"Mike, it's fine," Rachel tells him. "Santana always stops by. We're a little too codependent that way, but don't tell her I said that. I think we've seen each other every day this summer."
"Awww."
"Do not tell her I told you," Rachel warns. "Bad things will happen."
"To me? Or you?"
"Probably both."
…
Wednesday at 10:45, Rachel is pulling into the Tyler driveway. She knocks on the door and Josh answers it.
"Hey Rachel."
"Hello Josh, how are you?"
"Just fine. You hear for the munchkin?"
"I told you not to call me that," Kat says, appearing behind Josh. "You're only three years older."
"But I can still lord over you," Josh tells her as he looms over her.
"Just because you're a tall freak, doesn't mean you can."
"Actually I think it does," Josh replies.
"Not that this isn't fascinating," Rachel interrupts. "Because it's not. But we should really get going."
"Sure," Josh says. "What time you think you guys'll be done?"
Rachel shrugs.
"Dinner time?" Kat suggests. "Maybe Rachel can stay for dinner?"
"If it's okay with your parents," Rachel replies.
"I'll ask them," Josh says. "But…"
"Alyson's filled me in a little," Rachel tells him. "I understand."
"Good. I guess I'll see you later then."
"Bye Joshie."
"Bye Munchkin."
Shaking her head, Rachel just leads Kat to her car.
…
Kat says she's not too hungry yet, so head to the zoo. It's nothing too impressive, but it's a beautiful summer day, for once not too hot and so they stroll the zoo, mostly chatting and watching the animals.
Kat is surprisingly random. Usually when they went for ice cream, Kat let the older teens steer the conversation, but now with only Rachel as an audience, her conversation topics bounce around like a five year old hopped up on sugar.
Rachel doesn't mind. She genuinely likes Kat and enjoys the youthful exuberance that she feels she's lost.
…
Meanwhile, Cheerio practice is just finishing up. In addition to making Missy and Wendy wear the ankle and wrist weights, Santana has asked Quinn to make them run laps. Not wanting to know, Quinn agrees and assigns the two sophomores twenty-five laps around the field before they're allowed into the locker room. Knowing it'll make her happy, Quinn then assigns Santana to watch and make sure they run all the laps.
…
When Rachel drops Kat off at the Tyler residence, she is indeed invited to dinner. She accepts and then texts Santana not to stop by until later.
She meets Mr. and Mrs. Tyler, who seem to appreciate her conservative style and manners. But just sitting at the table for five minutes, she can understand some of the things Alyson, Josh and even Kat have implied. She wouldn’t feel comfortable coming out to these people.
And while normally Rachel isn’t one to lie or hide things; she does adjust her life to fit the traditional family values Mr. and Mrs. Tyler obvious regard. She tells them that her daddy is in sales and that her mother is a music teacher; that she’s not looking for a boyfriend at the moment because it would be a distraction for her upcoming, very busy senior year, while leaving out things like she’s Jewish or adopted.
Rachel had a fun time with Kat. She doesn’t want to lose the opportunity to do it again.
…
Rachel’s surprised to find Santana in her room when she gets home.
“Not that it’s not nice to see you,” Rachel says, crawling onto the bed with Santana. “But why are you here?”
“I missed you.”
“You saw me last night,” Rachel points out.
“Yeah, but Chang was here.”
“You’re not too exhausted from practice?”
“Nah,” Santana replies. “Besides, maybe you should just do all the work.”
“Well…I do have those handcuffs.”
…
Rachel feels a bit bad. Mike came over to hang out and like last time, she’s so focused on building the Halifax Gibbet, that she’s afraid she’s not a very exciting host. Mike assures her it’s okay.
“Besides, we can’t have you lose a bet to Puck, right?”
Rachel smiles in gratitude.
"And it’s not like we can’t talk,” Mike continues. “Well, when you’re not using power tools.”
“True.”
“Though I have to admit I never thought I’d see Rachel Berry wielding a screw gun.”
“Knowing every aspect of a theater production is important,” Rachel replies. “It helps better understand the whole process.”
“That makes sense.
…
Running extra laps and wearing limb weights have just become a given for Missy and Wendy. Though neither will admit it to anyone but the other, it's definitely taking its toll on them both. But not wanting Lopez to win, they hold back their wails of agony until they're in the safety of their homes.
However, Santana isn't willing to let them wallow in their current misery, she wants to add to it. In addition to the laps, she adds suicides, squat thrusts and pushups.
Wendy briefly wonders what Coach Sylvester thinks of what Lopez is doing or if the woman even cares. Under her watchful eye, Wendy truly feels like a pawn in something much larger. It's not very comforting.
Unfortunately for Lopez, all the extra work seems to be having the opposite on Missy. It seems to make her more determined. It worries Wendy because the game is, in her mind, becoming more dangerous.
…
Brittany must have amazing powers of persuasion, Rachel thinks as she sits in her living room with Santana on one side and Brittany on the other. Alyson and Quinn are cuddled up in a recliner. The five of them are watching a movie.
Despite being fairly comfortable around Rachel, Alyson keeps glancing over at the couch with a curious expression. Rachel assumes it’s about the way Brittany’s curled up with her and Santana. She also assumes this is one of those moments Brittany was talking about; she’s pretending she’s in a relationship with both her and Santana.
She and Santana didn’t really talk about it. Rachel is fine with it. Brittany’s been such a great friend and supporter of the relationship, who is Rachel to stop her from cuddling with her best friend?
Quinn is used to the sight and is completely unfazed. This seems to also baffle Alyson a bit. The potential for awkwardness hangs over them all. Rachel supposes it's her job to fix it and so she spends the rest of the movie pondering what to do next.
…
Fortunately or not, depending on how you look at it, Santana has decided the same thing. Though unlike Rachel, her solution is alcohol.
"We should play a drinking game," Santana says.
"We're not playing 'I Never', S," Quinn replies.
"Nor are we attempting Strip Poker, Brittany," Rachel adds.
"Awww," Brittany pouts.
"Why don't we just play poker and everyone but the winner has to drink?" Alyson suggests.
"Works for me," Santana shrugs.
Rachel easily finds a deck of cards, but no poker chips. Brittany suggests the big coffee can of change.
"Everything can be what it is," Brittany explains. "A penny can be one, a nickel five, a dime ten and a quarter, twenty-five."
"Works for me," Alyson says.
"Nice idea, B," Santana adds.
Brittany smiles widely as Rachel returns with the coffee can and begins dividing up the change for everyone. Quinn grabs the deck of cards and begins shuffling.
"So what are we playing?" Santana asks.
"We're not playing Texas Hold 'em," Rachel answers.
"Why not?" Alyson asks.
"Brittany wins every hand," Santana replies.
"Every hand?" Quinn questions.
Rachel nods. "It's freaky."
"It's awesome," Brittany adds.
"Just five card stud, then," Alyson says.
"I'll deal first then," Quinn says.
…
"…and we ended up playing for five hours," Rachel tells Mike the next day when he stops by. Needing a break, she relaxes in the grass as they talk.
"That's good, though, right?" Mike asks. "It alleviated the tension."
"It was certainly a distraction," Rachel agrees. "Especially since Britt kept trying to get us to play strip poker."
Mike just chuckles.
They're both sprawled out in the grass, looking into the clouds. Rachel sits up and looks at Mike.
"Something's up."
"What?"
"You've got good news," Rachel tells him. "And you're not telling me."
"Well, I don't know if it's good news," Mike says. "But I have a date tonight, myself."
"Oooh, who with?"
"Uh, do you remember Michelle Jamieson? She just graduated?"
Rachel smirks. "Oh I know Michelle."
Mike blinks a moment.
"Not like that," Rachel says. "I just meant that I've had conversations with her."
"Really?" Mike asks. "That's… unexpected."
Rachel nods. "We like to flirt. Well, she likes to flirt."
"Uh, okay…"
"Don't worry, Mike," Rachel assures him. "She only does it to annoy Santana. She knows I won't let Santana do anything to her. It's harmless."
"Oh. Okay."
"So what happened?"
"I ran into her yesterday coming out of the dance studio. I guess she's taking ballet this summer to help her with soccer. I guess she's worried about playing college level and her coach suggested ballet."
"Huh."
"And she recognized me and we started chatting and it was nice, so I sort of just blurted out, 'Do you want to go out?' and luckily she found it charming and said yes."
"Good for you stud."
…
When Kat finds out that Rachel is building a Halifax Gibbet, she wants to come over and see it. So Thursday morning after her dance class, Rachel swings by the Tyler residence and picks her up. No one else is home today, so Kat bounds out of the door the moment Rachel pulls into the driveway.
They have a lunch consisting of sandwiches and fruit before heading into the backyard.
Kat is in awe as Rachel explains the huge device, though Rachel tries to brush off the astonishment.
"But you build this," Kat says, walking slowly around it.
"Well, yes, but it's no big deal," Rachel replies. "It's really just a large frame and a small pulley system."
"Still, this is totally awesome."
"Well, I'm only doing this to win a bet," Rachel explains.
"So what else do you need to do to finish?"
…
Thursday afternoon finds Alyson and Quinn hanging out. Worn out from Cheerios, Quinn is grateful that Alyson is okay with just lounging in her room. The worry of sending the wrong signals is always in the back of Quinn's mind, but Alyson never pushes, so she tries to brush it aside.
"I think you guys train much harder than I ever had to," Alyson says.
"Yeah, well, Coach Sylvester is a slave driver."
"And all those trophies don't support going easy on people, do they?"
"No they do not," Quinn agrees. "It's worth it, to get out of here, though. Wouldn't you agree?"
Alyson nods. "I wish I could watch you cheer some time."
"It's not that exciting," Quinn replies.
"Still."
"Well then maybe I could see you play one day," Quinn suggests.
"I don't know."
"You want to see me cheer," Quinn replies. "I want to see you play."
"Couldn't I just run a few soccer drills in the yard? And you can perform a simple cheer? In your uniform though."
"Hmmm, does someone have a thing for cheerleaders?"
"I have a thing for you in a cheerleading outfit," Alyson replies.
"Good answer."
…
It takes about two weeks, but Rachel manages to finish the Halifax Gibbet early Friday afternoon. It’s fully functional with a real and fake blade. She’s pretty proud of it since she did it mostly on her own with just a little assistance from Mike.
The fake blade is for Coach Sylvester. Rachel has no idea what Coach has planned, but knowing her, having a fake blade will help ensure that no one gets hurt in the device that Rachel built.
She takes a picture and emails it to Coach Sylvester.
Exactly four minutes later her cell rings.
"Hello?"
"Berry that's an impressive contraption."
"Thank you, Coach," Rachel replies. "Do I want to know how you got my cell number?"
"Scrolling through your other half's contacts. "Does Lopez send you anything besides sexts?"
"Once in a while."
"Tell me you have time to meet this weekend, so I can borrow it," Coach Sylvester orders.
"Sunday?"
"Hmmm. Okay. I'll send over some guys Sunday morning with a truck. They'll load it and then you'll accompany them to the school. They'll unload it and get it set up. Then you can help me handle the final details."
"And long do you think that's going to take?" Rachel asks. "Because I should really--"
"Only an hour or two, Berry," Coach Sylvester interrupts. "Lopez will be fine, she can hug your pillow until you get back."
"Fine," Rachel huffs. "I'll see you Sunday."
Part Two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/Alyson Tyler, Mike, Brittany, Puck, Sue, Kat Tyler, Missy Watters, Wendy Kort, Clara Lopez, Artie, Becky, other OCs
Rating: R
Summary: Rachel and Puck make a wager that coincidently allows Sue to test her Cheerios.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~16,800
Spoilers: Previous stories in this series
A/N: Follows Some Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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The last dance class is a showcase. The kids each pick a dance they've learned and perform.
Mike and Rachel arrive early to set up some chairs and a small video camera that Mike borrowed from his parents. He and Rachel will burn everyone a DVD of their performance.
…
Rachel is slightly amused to see Quinn in the audience, seated next to Alyson. She looks a bit self-couscous, especially when she catches Rachel's gaze. Rachel waves and Quinn half-heartedly waves back.
Rachel points Quinn out to Mike who also smiles and waves. Alyson offers a small wave in return while Quinn just nods. Rachel just barely holds back a chuckle as the music starts and Harry steps onto the "stage".
…
After talking to the parents and kids, Rachel turns to find Kat, Alyson, and Quinn sitting and waiting.
"We're still going for ice cream, right?" Kat asks
"Of course," Rachel replies. She turns to Alyson. "Kid was pretty good, huh?"
"Definitely," Alyson agrees. "Kat's a natural."
Once everything is cleaned and packed up, Kat, Alyson, Quinn, Rachel and Mike begin the short walk to the ice cream parlor.
"I'm gonna miss seeing you every week," Kat tells Rachel.
"Me too," Rachel agrees.
"You guys should hang out," Mike interjects.
Rachel mulls it over for a moment. "As long as it's okay with your parents."
"Cool," Kat exclaims. "They will be. Aly will help, right?"
"You know it, kid."
"Yay."
…
Friday, Mike is sitting on Rachel's doorstep when she returns from her voice lesson.
"I'm sorry, I didn't really it was that late."
"Nah," Mike assures her. "I'm early."
"Oh good."
He follows her inside and goes into the kitchen to set up. When Rachel returns a moment later, she grabs two bottles of water from the fridge before joining Mike at the kitchen table.
Mike has his laptop out and connected to the video camera. Rachel sets down a stack of DVD-Rs. He accepts the water with a smile.
They spend the afternoon burning each performance onto a disc before burning themselves each a copy of the entire class. Mike ends up staying for dinner, which mostly consists of leftovers.
When Puck shows up later, they're packing and labeling each DVD.
"Chang. Bro," Puck greets.
"Hey Puck."
Hello Noah," Rachel replies. "Mike will be joining us this evening."
"Oh." Head scratch. "Cool." Another head scratch. "So what are we doing?"
…
They end up in the backyard throwing knives.
When Mike learns that Rachel is a champion knife thrower, his response is simply, "Cool."
Rachel gives a shirt how-to; partly because Mike asks and partly to stop Noah from complaining.
Mike tries a couple times, hitting the target, but never really near the bulls eye.
Puck takes the whole thing a lot more seriously and really works on it. In fact, Mike and Rachel end up sitting in the grass talking while Puck tries again and again.
…
When Puck finally gets too frustrated, he slumps to the ground next to Rachel.
"You're not going to get it in one night, Noah," Rachel tells him.
"I don't see why not," Puck grouses. "I have good hand eye coordination and a good throwing arm. What more do you need?"
"Time," Mike says. "Practice."
"Thank, Mikey."
"He's right, Noah," Rachel says. "Besides, I don't understand why you're so intent on becoming proficient in one night."
"Because it's awesome and it'd be cool to be able to say I can," Puck answers.
"Well, sure," Mike says. "That makes sense."
"Whatever, you guys aren't any help," Puck says.
They sit like that in silence for a moment. If Rachel didn't know better, she'd think Noah has fallen asleep.
"Listen, I know you guys are like busy or whatever, but have you seen Q lately?"
"Uh, I guess," Rachel replies, hesitantly. "Why?"
"Is she dating that Alyson girl? The one that brought her bother to your little shindig?" Puck presses.
"Again. Why?"
"She is," Puck exclaims. "Why are you guys being all secretive? I can be sensitive; especially for my baby mama."
"It's not that, Noah," Rachel says. "I think Quinn's just, you know, scared."
"And what? She thinks I'm gonna give her shit? That's Lopez's job."
"Noah, you know how difficult it is for Quinn," Rachel replies. "Sexuality wasn't really properly dealt with in her home. It took a lot of effort to even convince her to give Alyson a chance."
"Yeah, Puck," Mike says. "You know how Quinn is. If she's too uncomfortable, she'll shut down and lash out. I think Rach was just worried that people will start… judging before she's had time to feel comfortable in her new skin."
"Yes, exactly," Rachel agrees.
"You guys are making me sound like an insensitive prick," Puck complains. "And yeah, maybe I am sometimes, but not all the time. I mean, I'm cool about you and S, right, Rach?"
"Yes," Rachel replies. "But only because you had a new mental image for your masturbatory fantasies. It was only after you decided I was bro worthy that you actually showed your sweet side."
"That's not true," Puck protests. "I was kinda sweet when we were dating."
"You had your moments."
"Rachel's just saying Quinn needs a little more time," Mike interjects.
"Fine. Whatever."
…
Saturday morning, Santana is surprised to find Rachel in bed alone. Puck spending the night is a common occurrence.
"You're early," Rachel greets, looking up from the book she's reading.
"Got restless," Santana replies. She kicks off her sandals and climbs in bed with Rachel. "So I have some exciting news."
"Oh?"
"Since it's our one year anniversary next weekend, my mom said I can spend the week here."
"Are you serious?"
"I am," Santana nods.
"How did you manage that?"
"Appealing to my mom's romantic side," Santana replies. "And reminding her about how busy I'm going to be when Cheerios starts up in ten days."
"Huh."
"Plus, she really hates the idea of you being all alone in this big ole house," Santana adds.
"Awwwww."
"They so like you better," Santana grumbles.
"Don't worry," Rachel says. "You're still my favorite Lopez."
"I better be."
…
Because her mom has a date, Quinn invites Alyson over to watch a movie. Quinn hopes Alyson doesn't think that means sex, because while they've moved beyond just kissing, Quinn knows she's not ready for that.
They watch Vertigo and Rear Window because Alyson is a bit Hitchcock fan and she can't believe that Quinn hasn't seen either.
Actually wanting to watch the movie, they end up snuggled under a blanket, instead of making out like they did the last time they tried to watch a movie.
"So what'd you think?" Alyson asks as she puts the DVDs back in the case.
"Creepy," Quinn answers. "Suspenseful."
"But you liked 'em?"
"Yeah. Thanks for bringing them over," Quinn replies. "We'll have to watch more. Like all the ones you own."
"You shouldn't have said that," Alyson tells her. "Cause I have twenty-nine."
"But that's not all of them?"
Alyson shakes her head. "He made almost sixty."
"Is it weird that I really like that you love Hitchcock, but hate horror movies?"
"Hitchcock is suspense and drama. Most horror movies nowadays are just gore and making the audience jump." Alyson smirks. "And it's not weird."
"Good," Quinn says, leaning in for a kiss.
…
Sunday night dinner at the Lopezs' is full of chatter, laughter and people; once again a complete contrast to the atmosphere at Rachel's house. She wonders if it's partly the reason Santana enjoys spending time there instead of at her own home. Both Clara and Tomás are concerned and interested and Rachel knows for most teenagers, this is annoying.
It probably doesn't help that Felix is there being his usual big brother self. Not to mention, Tomás seems to really enjoy overemphasizing that he likes Rachel more than Santana. Rachel wonders if her girlfriend realizes this, because it seems obvious to her that he's teasing Santana.
Rachel's tempted to bring up the fact that Santana will be spending the week with her, because she's honestly curious, but she doesn't want to jinx it. She knows once Cheerios start up, Santana will be exhausted and busy. It's almost like school starts up a month earlier because Coach Sylvester pushes them so hard.
Instead they finish dinner and help clean up. Then Santana disappears upstairs for a few moments. Rachel assumes to pack a bag.
"Rachel, dear, can I talk to you a moment?"
"Of course, Clara."
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Rachel can't even guess what Santana's mom wants to talk about.
"I wanted to talk about this upcoming week with you."
Rachel wonders if just thinking about asking was enough to jinx herself.
"All right."
"Despite agreeing to it, I still have some concerns," Clara starts.
"Understandable."
"I've agreed to quite a few things that I normally wouldn't," Clara continues. "And I think I've finally realized it's more a reflection about how I feel about you and Santana more than anything else."
"Okay."
"So… I can't believe I'm saying this," Clara says. "But I need your help."
"With?"
"I need you to help me make sure Santana isn't asking for anything too crazy," Clara replies after a moment. "Or if she does and I agree, maybe you could remind her that she's asked for something insane."
"So you're asking me to help you say no?" Rachel asks.
"Basically."
"Are you uncomfortable with Santana spending the week with me?" Rachel asks.
"I am and I'm not," Clara replies. "I trust you, dear. And I know that I'm not just giving her permission to have sex. I realize it's more than that for both of you."
"It really is our anniversary," Rachel offers. "If that helps."
"It does a bit," Clara admits. "And ultimately, I trust you to keep Santana out of too much trouble. However, we both know that you're not completely free of her influence."
"I can admit, she's gotten me to agree to things I normally wouldn't," Rachel agrees. "But I don't think San would ever suggest anything too dangerous."
"I suppose so," Clara concedes.
"However, that being said," Rachel continues. "I will keep it in mind. Though I think you might be giving me a little too much credit."
"Or you're not giving yourself enough," Clara counters.
"You ready to go, babe?"
Rachel nods.
"Thank you dear," Clara says, pulling Rachel into a hug.
"You're welcome, Clara," Rachel replies.
The moment the hugs over, Santana drags Rachel out of the house and to her car.
"See," Santana says as Rachel's pulling out of the driveway. "You are so their favorite."
Rachel just smirks.
…
Tuesday, Mike shows up after lunch.
"Missed me, did you?" Rachel asks, smiling. She steps aside and lets him in.
Mike shrugs. "I've got this block of time open. Figured I might as well fill it somehow. Besides, I hate thinking of you alone in this house all the time."
"Well, San's spending the week, so at least I'm not alone at the moment."
"How'd she swing that?" Mike asks. "I mean, her parents actually give a crap, right?"
"They do," Rachel nods. "I'm still not quite sure, actually. San claims it's because they love me more than her."
Mike chuckles.
…
Thankfully, Santana doesn't mind the intrusion of Mike. They hang out, watching TV, chatting and making snide comments. It's a nice afternoon.
…
Friday night, Brittany drags Santana out of the house as Puck is arriving.
"I still can't believe Lopez's parents let her stay here all week," Puck says, settling onto the couch.
"Life is strange that way," Rachel agrees.
"So anyone else joining us this evening?" Puck asks.
"No," Rachel replies. "Is this about last week?"
"You invited Chang?"
"Mike's a good guy and a good friend--"
"And I'm not?" Puck questions.
"That's not what I'm saying, Noah. I wasn't going to kick him out."
"Shoulda," Puck replies. "He would have understood."
"Perhaps," Rachel agrees. "But I didn't want to."
"So what are we doing tonight then?"
"I thought you said we were just going to hang and drink because it's so hot outside," Rachel replies.
"Yeah. I did say that. Just wondering if you came up with anything else."
"I didn't think I needed to."
"Okay. I'm getting a beer."
…
Rachel didn't realize how upset Noah is about her inviting Mike to hang out on bro night the week before, but she supposes she should have known. Noah is oddly possessive of her friendship. Used to it with Santana, Rachel supposes she didn't give it too much thought. Though, it could also be because Santana has gotten a lot better telling Rachel when she feels ignored.
Though just because he's annoyed, that doesn't mean he has to channel surf for the last hour and half. Rachel actually feels a bit dizzy.
Rachel snatches the remote away.
"Hey."
"Mine, now," Rachel tells him. She puts it on the History Channel.
"Damnit, bro."
Rachel's cell rings. "I'm going to answer this in the kitchen," she tells him. "And I'm taking the remote with me."
Puck just groans.
In the relative quiet of the kitchen, Rachel answers her phone.
"Hello?"
"Rachel? It's Kat."
"Hey kid," Rachel replies. "What's up?"
"Aly gave me your number," Kat says. "I hope that's okay."
"Course it is. Did you talk to your parents?"
"I did. They said it'd be fine cause Aly vouched for you," Kat replies.
"Good. Ummm… Let me go upstairs and look at my calendar, okay?"
"Okay."
"So what should we do?" Rachel asks as she climbs the stairs to her room.
"Dunno. Something fun?"
Rachel laughs. "Ahhh, I wanted to do something boring."
"Ha ha."
"What about Wednesday? We can have lunch and go to the zoo."
"The zoo?"
"I don't know. It could be fun," Rachel says.
"Okay. Sounds good."
"All right. I'll pick you up around eleven Wednesday?"
"Sure, Rachel," Kat replies. "I'll text you our address. See you Wednesday."
"See you Wednesday, kid."
…
Back in the living room, Rachel finds Puck captivated by the TV. For a moment, she thinks he somehow managed to change the channel, but when she's on the couch next to him, she sees the little History Channel logo on the screen.
"What? Are they doing a special about the history of porn?" Rachel asks.
"Better," Puck replies. "They're rebuilding historical weapons and whatever. Like the Rack. And then they're testing it."
"Oh. That does sound kind of cool."
…
Apparently it's a marathon because they've already watched five hours and the sixth has just started. Rachel wonders how many there were total.
"I don't see why you're so fascinated," Rachel says. "I could totally build some of this stuff."
"You're drunk," Puck retorts. "What do you know?"
"I've only had one drink," Rachel points out.
"You've almost finished your second," Puck tells her. "And you're a light weight."
"Hmph. Still, I'm sure I could."
"I'll take that bet," Puck says.
"Excuse me?"
"I'll take that bet," Puck repeats. "I bet you can't build a…"
"Halifax Gibbet," Rachel supplies.
"Fine. A Halifax Gibbet by the end of the summer."
"You're on. Usual stakes?"
"Works for me."
Puck clicks his can of beer against Rachel's glass and they drink on it.
…
It's just after midnight when Santana lets herself into Rachel's house. It's quiet, so she assumes Rachel and Puck have already gone to bed. Santana hopes she won't have to fight too hard to cuddle with her girlfriend.
When she reaches Rachel's room, she's surprised to find the light on and Rachel reading in bed.
"Hey tiger," Rachel says looking up.
"Where's Puckerman?"
"Oh, he's kind of mad at me, so he went home."
"And you let him?" Santana asks. "Wasn't he drunk?
"Just tipsy," Rachel replies. "But I can only argue with him for so long. He promised to drive five miles below the speed limit. And his house is only like ten minutes away."
"Oh. Okay."
"I'll admit I'm a bit worried," Rachel says, setting down her book. "But he wanted to leave. And I told him to let me know that he got home safe, but I think he forgot."
"I'm sure he's fine, Rach," Santana tells her as she strips. "He's driven after having a few more times than he should have."
"That actually doesn't make me feel better, San."
"Well, I'm personally glad I get you all to myself tonight," Santana says.
The smile Rachel returns is small, but Santana knows it's just because she's worried about Puck.
"We'll just sleep and in the morning, we'll call and wake his lazy ass up, okay?"
Rachel nods.
…
In the morning, Rachel calls Puck's cell until he picks up.
"What?!"
"Just wanted to make sure you're alive, Noah," Rachel says. "You were supposed to call me when you got home."
"Yeah. Sorry. I pretty much just passed out the minute I saw my bed."
"Oh. Well I'm glad you're okay."
"Thanks. Bye."
…
They exchange gifts in the evening, sitting on Rachel's bed.
"Oh my god, Santana," Rachel exclaims. "Where did you find these?"
"I have my ways," Santana smiles.
Rachel can only stare at the record on her lap. Not only is it Barbra Streisand's first album, as well as her first live concert, they're both autographed.
"This is so incredible," Rachel says. "I can't believe you found this." She then picks up the envelope that was attached to the wrapping paper. "What's this?"
"Just open it."
Rachel does and is surprised to find song lyrics. "What is this?"
"Well, I know you want to do a duet in glee, but are afraid I'll say no. Right?"
Rachel looks embarrassed, but nods.
"So this is the song you and I are going to sing in glee once school starts up."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, babe. Your part is highlighted."
Rachel lets out a squeal and tackles Santana in a hug, knocking her onto her back. Rachel considers this convenient as she begins kissing her girlfriend.
When they come up for air, Santana stays stretched out as Rachel sits up, still straddling Santana.
Rachel reaches over and grabs her gift, handing it to Santana.
"The first part of your gift was the car crushing and the whole thing," Rachel explains.
"Awww, babe."
"I wanted it to be just the two of us, but I knew it wouldn't be the safest and that your parents would more likely agree if we had Noah with. And I didn't want just Noah, because he'd feel like a third wheel and so that's why Britt came too. I know that--"
Santana cuts her off with a kiss. Stroking Rachel's cheek as she pulls away slowly, Santana just smiles. "Don't worry, Rach. I understand."
"Good."
Santana opens the envelope that Rachel handed her. The first piece of paper she pulls out says, "Rachel and Santana will pull three pranks together, just the two of them senior year." Santana smirks. The second piece of paper says, "Coach Sylvester owes me one favor. If you ever feel you need it, it's yours. Love, Rachel"
"Are you serious?" Santana asks.
"Dead serious," Rachel replies.
"Wow."
The third piece of paper reads, "Santana gets to win one argument with her girlfriend, even if she's wrong. (Unless it's going to result in something dangerous.)" The disclaimer causes Santana to chuckle.
"I know it's kind of cheesy," Rachel says. "But that trip totally wiped me out and even though you totally deserve--"
Santana cuts her off with another kiss.
"Don't be ridiculous," Santana says. "Besides the fact that a favor from Coach is worth more than gold, you know I don't care about that. Furthermore, crushing a car in a tank was pretty fucking awesome."
Rachel smiles shyly. "It must have been if you're cursing."
"It has to be done," Santana agrees. "Besides, you know what I was really hoping for?"
"What's that?" Rachel asks.
"That the rest of the night is naked time."
Rachel grabs all the presents and puts them on her desk before she begins stripping.
"Best anniversary ever," Santana says as her shirt joins Rachel's on the floor.
…
Rachel practically has to drag Santana to her house for Sunday night dinner.
"I don't want this week to be over," Santana whines. "Plus Cheerios starts tomorrow."
"You could just quit."
"Are you kidding? That's my ticket out of her," Santana replies.
"I know."
"Then why did you suggest it?"
Rachel shrugs as she drives. "It seemed like the thing to say."
…
Rachel spends the night at Santana's, though the door is once again, to be kept open. Neither girl really minds, though Santana still protests every time her mother says it. Rachel assumes it's what's expected. Or maybe Santana doesn't want to know she's a total sap who just wants to sleep wrapped around her girlfriend.
…
The sun is just peeking out as Rachel and Santana drive to the first Cheerios practice. Used to being up this early, it just makes sense for Rachel to tag along.
So while Santana joins Quinn and Coach Sylvester on the field, Rachel sits on the bleachers and watches the others stagger onto the field.
…
When Santana spots Wendy Kory and Missy Watters, she grabs her bag and jogs over to them.
"Watters. Kory."
"Lopez," Missy smirks.
"I've been talking to Coach," Santana continues. "And she agrees with me that you guys need more conditioning."
"Oh?"
"She did," Santana nods. "So you guys have to wear these on your ankles and wrists for all the practices this month." Santana pulls ankle and wrist weights out of her bag.
"You can't be serious," Wendy protests.
"I am," Santana smirks. She holds them out.
Missy looks over towards Coach Sylvester, who appears to be in the middle of berating a sophomore about being on time. She sighs and accepts the weights from Santana.
"Have fun," Santana says, walking away as they strap the weights on.
…
Rachel has pulled out her notebook as the Cheerios stretch. She hasn't really had time to think about the wager she made with Noah. She's confident she can do it because she's Rachel Berry, but she probably shouldn't make bets when she's tipsy.
Pulling out her phone, she begins search the internet for any information on the Halifax Gibbet. There isn't much. Still, she writes down everything she can find.
…
Missy has to admit, she didn't expect Lopez to be so subtle. That seems more like a Rachel thing. Lopez is all fire and bluster right in your face; there's no escaping her. Though, if she really does have Coach's approval, then there's really no way to escape her or this punishment.
…
Working with what little info she has, Rachel begins sketching out a plan. Once she has the dimensions figured out, she begins making a list of material she'd need.
Intend on her notebook, she almost misses the shadow cast over her shoulder.
"Your presence puzzles me, Berry," Coach Sylvester says.
"Oh. Hello Coach," Rachel greets. "I'm simply waiting for Santana."
"I figured as much," Coach Sylvester replies. "However, I'm not sure I understand why."
Rachel half shrugs as she continues sketching. "I just wanted to."
"You two aren't going to be pathetic saps in love this year, are you?" Coach Sylvester asks.
"Well, maybe not pathetic," Rachel replies.
"As long as you don't take away my entertainment this year," Coach Sylvester says. "And what could possibly be more important than talking to me?"
"Oh." Rachel fights a blush. "I sort of made a bet with Noah that I could build a Halifax Gibbet."
"Really?" Coach Sylvester asks slowly. "I'd ask how that happen, but I don't really care."
"And while it's a daunting task," Rachel continues. "I have no intention of losing."
"I'm sure you don't," Coach Sylvester smiles. "And what are you going to do with your creation once you're done with it?"
"Put it up in the backyard, I suppose."
"And it'll be a working one, correct?"
"Of course," Rachel replies. "If it doesn't work properly, I'll lose."
"Well, when do you think you'll be finished with it?"
"Well, I just started planning, but hopefully in a couple of weeks."
"Excellent," Coach Sylvester says. "I don't suppose you'd let me borrow it?"
"For?"
"I want to see what these dismal excuse for Cheerios are capable of."
"That sounds a bit ominous, Coach," Rachel says.
"I know," Coach Sylvester smirks.
…
Rachel watches as the Cheerios file, exhaustedly into the locker room to clean up. Considering everything she just witnessed, she's surprised they're all still standing. She has a vigorous workout schedule and even she's exhausted from watching the first practice.
"Heads up!" Coach Sylvester yells in her megaphone as they stagger off the field. "You're all acting as if I was tough on you!"
Everyone still on the field, holds their head up and tries not to look too tired. Rachel just shakes her head.
Rachel, meanwhile, has a complete list of materials, where she can get them and the order in which she's going to do things. She feels ready.
"Hi Rachel."
Rachel looks up to see an exhausted looking, but showered Missy and Wendy.
"Missy. Wendy. You shower quickly."
Missy smirks. "It's a nice talent to have."
"We didn’t expect to see you here," Wendy says.
"Yes, well, I was a bit curious about the first practice of the year, so I figured I'd tag along."
"You're sure that's the only reason?" Missy asks. "Maybe you wanted to see us."
"Or my girlfriend."
"Hmph, you see her all the time," Missy continues. "You sure you didn't come to see what else we can offer."
"I'm sure," Rachel retorts. "Though I am curious about what you were wearing around your ankles and wrists. No one else was wearing one."
"Your girlfriend, thinks just because she's a senior, she can force things on us."
"As if that intimidates us," Wendy adds.
"Um, okay. That still doesn't exactly answer my question."
"Work out weights," Wendy answers. "She said that Coach said we had to wear them."
"Oh."
"And while they do add some difficulty to the routines, it's hardly a hindrance," Missy says.
"What the hell are you skanks doing?"
Quinn and Santana have come out of the locker room with Brittany just behind them.
"Oh hello, Lopez," Missy smirks. "Just talking to Rach here."
"Yeah," Wendy adds. "She had a question to ask us."
"I bet," Santana retorts. "Come on Rach, let's get out of here."
Having already gathered up her things, Rachel grabs her bag and hops off the bleachers. Santana grabs her hand and pulls her closer before kissing her possessively. Then without a look back at Wendy or Missy, she drags Rachel off the field.
…
The four of them end up at Rachel's, despite Quinn's protests.
"Rachel's going to make us lunch," Santana says. "And then you can go do whatever it is you're stressing about."
"Yeah, how come you don't want to hang out, Q?" Brittany asks.
"I'm meeting Alyson soon," Quinn replies.
"Oooh," Brittany says. "That's different."
"I never agreed to make you guys lunch," Rachel interjects.
"You should invite her over," Brittany suggests.
"Uh, no," Quinn replies. "No. No. And no."
"We got it, Q," Santana says as she begins gathering ingredients for Rachel.
"How come?" Brittany asks. "We won't embarrass you."
"I might," Santana throws out.
"We should all hang out sometime," Brittany exclaims.
Rachel stays quiet as she starts making lunch.
"Um…"
"It'll be great," Brittany continues. "Me, Quinn, Alyson, San and Rachy."
"Won't you feel like a fifth wheel, B?" Santana asks.
"No," Brittany replies. "Because whenever I do, I just pretend I'm in a polygamous relationship with Rachy and San."
For once, no one knows what to say.
"That explains a lot, actually," Rachel says finally.
"Uh, B," Quinn pipes up. "Do you actually know what being in a polygamous relationship means?"
Brittany nods. "It means that we're all together. And I've already had sex with them both together, so it's not a complete lie."
Quinn's jaw drops while Santana groans.
"That information goes under the "I didn't need to know that" category," Quinn says.
"I agree," Santana adds.
"Sorry," Brittany replies, not sounding sincere. "But I still think we should all hang out. Maybe I'll just bring a date."
"You might as well agree, Quinn," Rachel says. "You know she isn't going to let up until you do."
"Fine," Quinn huffs. "I'll talk to Alyson."
"Yay," Brittany exclaims.
…
Rachel begins working on the Halifax Gibbet Tuesday afternoon after lunch. She calls Mike and asks if he wants to visit the hardware super store with her. Surprised, he agrees. When she picks him up, he’s also surprised to find a small trailer attached to her car.
“I didn’t even think these were capable of towing anything,” Mike comments as he slides into the passenger seat.
“Well certainly nothing large,” Rachel agrees. “But for my needs, I think it should be okay.”
“You’re just full of surprises today, aren’t you?”
“Wait until you hear why we’re going,” Rachel tells him, smiling.
…
They grab a trolley upon entry and begin hunting down everything on Rachel’s list.
Standing in line to pay, Mike looks over items and asks, “Isn’t this going to be expensive?”
“Probably,” Rachel nods. She holds up a credit card. “But my dads left me this for emergencies.”
“This is an emergency?” Mike asks.
“Well, sort of,” Rachel hedges. “Losing to Noah would be terrible and it’s not as if I used it that often. Besides, the road trip wiped me out. I’m running a bit low on funds.”
“Understandable,” Mike says. “You didn’t pay for everything yourself, did you?”
“No, we split the hotels and both Brittany and Santana gave me gas money. And then everyone paid for themselves in the Dells as well as in Kasota. I just threw in the extra to upgrade Santana’s package.”
“Still, that’s a large chunk of change.”
“Agreed. But it was worth it.”
It’s finally their turn, so they put as much as they can on the conveyer belt. The rest is scanned by the cashier. Rachel swipes the credit card and signs the little screen.
“I wish you could have come,” Rachel says as they walk out.
“Nah,” Mike replies. “My parents never would have let me. Besides, I know you guys have this thing. I don’t want to get between that.”
“Still…”
“Maybe another time,” Mike says. “Once I’m eighteen, I’m hoping the folks will relax about it, a bit.”
“Ha! We’ll see.”
They load everything into Rachel’s car. She pulls bungee cords out of the trunk and secures everything tightly. Still in a bit of awe, Mike watches and half-heartedly offers assistance. In under ten minutes the cart is empty and being pushed to a cart carrel.
“Whoa dude,” Mike says as he climbs back in the car. “That was efficient.”
…
At the house, they unload everything and carry it to the backyard. Rachel orders pizza to say thanks for the help.
"You don't have to do that, Rach," Mike tells her. "I mean we just talked about how you're strapped for money."
"This is from the food fund my dads leave me," Rachel replies. "Besides, I don't really feel like making anything and would most likely order something anyway. Pizza's just the easiest, because I'm sure Santana will show up any moment and want some."
"She's suppose to come over?" Mike asks. "I can get out of here if--"
"Mike, it's fine," Rachel tells him. "Santana always stops by. We're a little too codependent that way, but don't tell her I said that. I think we've seen each other every day this summer."
"Awww."
"Do not tell her I told you," Rachel warns. "Bad things will happen."
"To me? Or you?"
"Probably both."
…
Wednesday at 10:45, Rachel is pulling into the Tyler driveway. She knocks on the door and Josh answers it.
"Hey Rachel."
"Hello Josh, how are you?"
"Just fine. You hear for the munchkin?"
"I told you not to call me that," Kat says, appearing behind Josh. "You're only three years older."
"But I can still lord over you," Josh tells her as he looms over her.
"Just because you're a tall freak, doesn't mean you can."
"Actually I think it does," Josh replies.
"Not that this isn't fascinating," Rachel interrupts. "Because it's not. But we should really get going."
"Sure," Josh says. "What time you think you guys'll be done?"
Rachel shrugs.
"Dinner time?" Kat suggests. "Maybe Rachel can stay for dinner?"
"If it's okay with your parents," Rachel replies.
"I'll ask them," Josh says. "But…"
"Alyson's filled me in a little," Rachel tells him. "I understand."
"Good. I guess I'll see you later then."
"Bye Joshie."
"Bye Munchkin."
Shaking her head, Rachel just leads Kat to her car.
…
Kat says she's not too hungry yet, so head to the zoo. It's nothing too impressive, but it's a beautiful summer day, for once not too hot and so they stroll the zoo, mostly chatting and watching the animals.
Kat is surprisingly random. Usually when they went for ice cream, Kat let the older teens steer the conversation, but now with only Rachel as an audience, her conversation topics bounce around like a five year old hopped up on sugar.
Rachel doesn't mind. She genuinely likes Kat and enjoys the youthful exuberance that she feels she's lost.
…
Meanwhile, Cheerio practice is just finishing up. In addition to making Missy and Wendy wear the ankle and wrist weights, Santana has asked Quinn to make them run laps. Not wanting to know, Quinn agrees and assigns the two sophomores twenty-five laps around the field before they're allowed into the locker room. Knowing it'll make her happy, Quinn then assigns Santana to watch and make sure they run all the laps.
…
When Rachel drops Kat off at the Tyler residence, she is indeed invited to dinner. She accepts and then texts Santana not to stop by until later.
She meets Mr. and Mrs. Tyler, who seem to appreciate her conservative style and manners. But just sitting at the table for five minutes, she can understand some of the things Alyson, Josh and even Kat have implied. She wouldn’t feel comfortable coming out to these people.
And while normally Rachel isn’t one to lie or hide things; she does adjust her life to fit the traditional family values Mr. and Mrs. Tyler obvious regard. She tells them that her daddy is in sales and that her mother is a music teacher; that she’s not looking for a boyfriend at the moment because it would be a distraction for her upcoming, very busy senior year, while leaving out things like she’s Jewish or adopted.
Rachel had a fun time with Kat. She doesn’t want to lose the opportunity to do it again.
…
Rachel’s surprised to find Santana in her room when she gets home.
“Not that it’s not nice to see you,” Rachel says, crawling onto the bed with Santana. “But why are you here?”
“I missed you.”
“You saw me last night,” Rachel points out.
“Yeah, but Chang was here.”
“You’re not too exhausted from practice?”
“Nah,” Santana replies. “Besides, maybe you should just do all the work.”
“Well…I do have those handcuffs.”
…
Rachel feels a bit bad. Mike came over to hang out and like last time, she’s so focused on building the Halifax Gibbet, that she’s afraid she’s not a very exciting host. Mike assures her it’s okay.
“Besides, we can’t have you lose a bet to Puck, right?”
Rachel smiles in gratitude.
"And it’s not like we can’t talk,” Mike continues. “Well, when you’re not using power tools.”
“True.”
“Though I have to admit I never thought I’d see Rachel Berry wielding a screw gun.”
“Knowing every aspect of a theater production is important,” Rachel replies. “It helps better understand the whole process.”
“That makes sense.
…
Running extra laps and wearing limb weights have just become a given for Missy and Wendy. Though neither will admit it to anyone but the other, it's definitely taking its toll on them both. But not wanting Lopez to win, they hold back their wails of agony until they're in the safety of their homes.
However, Santana isn't willing to let them wallow in their current misery, she wants to add to it. In addition to the laps, she adds suicides, squat thrusts and pushups.
Wendy briefly wonders what Coach Sylvester thinks of what Lopez is doing or if the woman even cares. Under her watchful eye, Wendy truly feels like a pawn in something much larger. It's not very comforting.
Unfortunately for Lopez, all the extra work seems to be having the opposite on Missy. It seems to make her more determined. It worries Wendy because the game is, in her mind, becoming more dangerous.
…
Brittany must have amazing powers of persuasion, Rachel thinks as she sits in her living room with Santana on one side and Brittany on the other. Alyson and Quinn are cuddled up in a recliner. The five of them are watching a movie.
Despite being fairly comfortable around Rachel, Alyson keeps glancing over at the couch with a curious expression. Rachel assumes it’s about the way Brittany’s curled up with her and Santana. She also assumes this is one of those moments Brittany was talking about; she’s pretending she’s in a relationship with both her and Santana.
She and Santana didn’t really talk about it. Rachel is fine with it. Brittany’s been such a great friend and supporter of the relationship, who is Rachel to stop her from cuddling with her best friend?
Quinn is used to the sight and is completely unfazed. This seems to also baffle Alyson a bit. The potential for awkwardness hangs over them all. Rachel supposes it's her job to fix it and so she spends the rest of the movie pondering what to do next.
…
Fortunately or not, depending on how you look at it, Santana has decided the same thing. Though unlike Rachel, her solution is alcohol.
"We should play a drinking game," Santana says.
"We're not playing 'I Never', S," Quinn replies.
"Nor are we attempting Strip Poker, Brittany," Rachel adds.
"Awww," Brittany pouts.
"Why don't we just play poker and everyone but the winner has to drink?" Alyson suggests.
"Works for me," Santana shrugs.
Rachel easily finds a deck of cards, but no poker chips. Brittany suggests the big coffee can of change.
"Everything can be what it is," Brittany explains. "A penny can be one, a nickel five, a dime ten and a quarter, twenty-five."
"Works for me," Alyson says.
"Nice idea, B," Santana adds.
Brittany smiles widely as Rachel returns with the coffee can and begins dividing up the change for everyone. Quinn grabs the deck of cards and begins shuffling.
"So what are we playing?" Santana asks.
"We're not playing Texas Hold 'em," Rachel answers.
"Why not?" Alyson asks.
"Brittany wins every hand," Santana replies.
"Every hand?" Quinn questions.
Rachel nods. "It's freaky."
"It's awesome," Brittany adds.
"Just five card stud, then," Alyson says.
"I'll deal first then," Quinn says.
…
"…and we ended up playing for five hours," Rachel tells Mike the next day when he stops by. Needing a break, she relaxes in the grass as they talk.
"That's good, though, right?" Mike asks. "It alleviated the tension."
"It was certainly a distraction," Rachel agrees. "Especially since Britt kept trying to get us to play strip poker."
Mike just chuckles.
They're both sprawled out in the grass, looking into the clouds. Rachel sits up and looks at Mike.
"Something's up."
"What?"
"You've got good news," Rachel tells him. "And you're not telling me."
"Well, I don't know if it's good news," Mike says. "But I have a date tonight, myself."
"Oooh, who with?"
"Uh, do you remember Michelle Jamieson? She just graduated?"
Rachel smirks. "Oh I know Michelle."
Mike blinks a moment.
"Not like that," Rachel says. "I just meant that I've had conversations with her."
"Really?" Mike asks. "That's… unexpected."
Rachel nods. "We like to flirt. Well, she likes to flirt."
"Uh, okay…"
"Don't worry, Mike," Rachel assures him. "She only does it to annoy Santana. She knows I won't let Santana do anything to her. It's harmless."
"Oh. Okay."
"So what happened?"
"I ran into her yesterday coming out of the dance studio. I guess she's taking ballet this summer to help her with soccer. I guess she's worried about playing college level and her coach suggested ballet."
"Huh."
"And she recognized me and we started chatting and it was nice, so I sort of just blurted out, 'Do you want to go out?' and luckily she found it charming and said yes."
"Good for you stud."
…
When Kat finds out that Rachel is building a Halifax Gibbet, she wants to come over and see it. So Thursday morning after her dance class, Rachel swings by the Tyler residence and picks her up. No one else is home today, so Kat bounds out of the door the moment Rachel pulls into the driveway.
They have a lunch consisting of sandwiches and fruit before heading into the backyard.
Kat is in awe as Rachel explains the huge device, though Rachel tries to brush off the astonishment.
"But you build this," Kat says, walking slowly around it.
"Well, yes, but it's no big deal," Rachel replies. "It's really just a large frame and a small pulley system."
"Still, this is totally awesome."
"Well, I'm only doing this to win a bet," Rachel explains.
"So what else do you need to do to finish?"
…
Thursday afternoon finds Alyson and Quinn hanging out. Worn out from Cheerios, Quinn is grateful that Alyson is okay with just lounging in her room. The worry of sending the wrong signals is always in the back of Quinn's mind, but Alyson never pushes, so she tries to brush it aside.
"I think you guys train much harder than I ever had to," Alyson says.
"Yeah, well, Coach Sylvester is a slave driver."
"And all those trophies don't support going easy on people, do they?"
"No they do not," Quinn agrees. "It's worth it, to get out of here, though. Wouldn't you agree?"
Alyson nods. "I wish I could watch you cheer some time."
"It's not that exciting," Quinn replies.
"Still."
"Well then maybe I could see you play one day," Quinn suggests.
"I don't know."
"You want to see me cheer," Quinn replies. "I want to see you play."
"Couldn't I just run a few soccer drills in the yard? And you can perform a simple cheer? In your uniform though."
"Hmmm, does someone have a thing for cheerleaders?"
"I have a thing for you in a cheerleading outfit," Alyson replies.
"Good answer."
…
It takes about two weeks, but Rachel manages to finish the Halifax Gibbet early Friday afternoon. It’s fully functional with a real and fake blade. She’s pretty proud of it since she did it mostly on her own with just a little assistance from Mike.
The fake blade is for Coach Sylvester. Rachel has no idea what Coach has planned, but knowing her, having a fake blade will help ensure that no one gets hurt in the device that Rachel built.
She takes a picture and emails it to Coach Sylvester.
Exactly four minutes later her cell rings.
"Hello?"
"Berry that's an impressive contraption."
"Thank you, Coach," Rachel replies. "Do I want to know how you got my cell number?"
"Scrolling through your other half's contacts. "Does Lopez send you anything besides sexts?"
"Once in a while."
"Tell me you have time to meet this weekend, so I can borrow it," Coach Sylvester orders.
"Sunday?"
"Hmmm. Okay. I'll send over some guys Sunday morning with a truck. They'll load it and then you'll accompany them to the school. They'll unload it and get it set up. Then you can help me handle the final details."
"And long do you think that's going to take?" Rachel asks. "Because I should really--"
"Only an hour or two, Berry," Coach Sylvester interrupts. "Lopez will be fine, she can hug your pillow until you get back."
"Fine," Rachel huffs. "I'll see you Sunday."
Part Two