fic: Try, Try Again
Title: Try, Try Again
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Brittany, Marisa, Becky, Charlie Zingler, Sue, Tina, Mike, Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's multiple attempts to prove to Figgins that the prankster isn't a Cheerio.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~10,300
Spoilers: Previous stories in the series
A/N: Follows Solving Some Problems. This is what Rachel is helping Becky build.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Rachel is pulled out of class by Missy and Wendy again. They don’t say anything. In fact, they barely even look at her and Rachel has to wonder what exactly the final part of Santana's plot was, because it seemed to have worked.
When Rachel reaches Coach Sylvester's office, she enters alone. She's surprised to find Coach Sylvester's chair empty.
"I wanted to talk to you actually."
Rachel turns to find Becky behind her. She watches as she goes to sit in Coach Sylvester's chair and gestures for Rachel to sit.
"Coach said it was okay," Becky explains. "I asked."
Rachel nods. "So what's up?"
"That Halifax Gibbet you built was awesome," Becky says.
"Thank you."
"I was hoping that maybe you could help me out and build something."
"Um… I suppose it depends what it is," Rachel replies.
“Well my friend Charlie and I want to build this,” Becky says, handing over a piece of paper.
“A hugging machine? Rachel asks.
“Yeah,” Becky replies. “It’s for his older sister, Emily. She’s autistic.”
“Oh.”
“And you can buy them,” Becky continues. “But they’re super expensive.”
“I would assume as much.”
“And both their parents have their hands full with their jobs and taking care of Emily.”
“Understandable,” Rachel says.
“So Charlie and I figured we could build our own, but he didn’t think his parents would go for it without adult supervision.”
“How old is Charlie?” Rachel asks.
“16.”
“Well I’m only 17,” Rachel replies. “So I’m not sure that I count as adult supervision.”
“Yes, but you built that thing for Coach and it worked. And you’re the prankster, so you’ve built all those contraptions. And they all worked just fine. Plus, Charlie has like this depth perception thing, so I think it makes his parents nervous about him building stuff.”
“Oh. Okay. Did Coach Sylvester tell you I was the prankster?”
“No,” Becky replies. “I figured it out. No one else would give me a warning.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Rachel says.
“Well maybe not, but of those people, only you could pull off all those pranks as well.”
“What about Santana?” Rachel asks.
Becky leans forward a bit. “She never was a fan. I think she just put up with me because of Coach and Brittany.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not like she’s ever been mean to me,” Becky assures Rachel. “It’s just that she’s never been really nice, either.”
“That I can see.”
“So?”
“Let me do some research into this a little bit first,” Rachel says. “But the answer will most likely be yes.”
“Awesome,” Becky replies. “Thanks Rachel.”
“You’re welcome, Becky. Is it okay if I go back to class?”
“Sure. Do you need a pass? I can write you one.”
“No,” Rachel chuckles. “I should be okay. But thanks.”
“No problem,” Becky replies.
Rachel stands and walks out of Coach Sylvester’s office. She’s surprised to not find Missy and Wendy waiting for her; relieved, but surprised. She looks around and doesn’t see them hiding in the shadows either. Relaxing a bit, Rachel heads back to class.
…
Rachel doesn't have time to look over the info Becky gave her until lunch.
"Whatcha looking at, babe?" Santana asks.
"Becky asked me to build her something," Rachel replies.
"Yeah. She mentioned something about that," Santana says. "You gonna?"
"Probably," Rachel replies. "I particularly enjoyed the challenge of building the Halifax Gibbet."
Santana lowers her voice and leans in closer. "Being the prankster, isn't enough?"
"Apparently not," Rachel smirks.
"What's that?" Mike asks as he plops down next to Rachel.
"Info about building a hugging machine," she answers.
"A what?"
"It's a machine that hugs people," Rachel replies.
"That is so awesome," Brittany says, sitting across from Rachel.
Rachel smiles at Marisa who shyly sits next to Brittany.
"Although," Brittany continues. "Would it be a better hugger than me?"
"No one's a better hugger than you, B," Santana says.
"Awww, thanks, San," Brittany says. She turns to Rachel. "Why are you building a hugging machine?"
"Becky asked me to."
"Cool. Can I help?"
"Probably."
"Can Marisa help too?"
"Course."
"So you're taking requests now?" Mike asks. "Because I've always wanted a catapult."
"Seriously?" Rachel questions. "Why?"
"I also want a suit of armor, so I can pretend I'm in Monty Python and the Holy Grail."
Santana bursts out laughing, causing everyone to turn and stare.
"Sorry," she says. "Wasn't expecting that."
"I am full of surprises," Mike says.
…
"Can I ask you something?" Marisa asks Rachel as they're leaving lunch.
"Sure."
"Uh, so, this weekend, I went out on a date. With Brittany."
"Really?"
Marisa nods.
"How was it?"
"I had a really good time," Marisa says. "It wasn't at all what I expected--she wasn’t what I expected."
"Britt can be surprising," Rachel agrees. "Delightfully so. Are you guys going out again?"
Marisa nods again. "Tomorrow after glee."
"But you're worried about something," Rachel says.
Marisa nods once more. "She was super sweet and she said the dumb blonde thing is just an act. I just worry about her reasons."
"For asking you out?"
"Yeah."
"Most likely because she wanted to," Rachel answers. "But I can talk to her, if you want."
"Thanks, Rach," Marisa says. "It's just that the Cheerios are so…"
"I know," Rachel says. "I know."
"Thanks Rachel."
…
Rachel doesn't have a chance to talk to Brittany until school ends.
"Hi Rach," Brittany greets when Rachel finds her at her locker.
"Hello Britt. How was your date this weekend?"
Brittany's grin grows. "I had a great time. I really like Marisa."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Brittany replies. "I mean, I always thought she was cute and stuff, but now that I've gotten to know her better, I like her."
"I'm glad."
"You were worried?" Brittany asks, looking her.
Rachel shakes her head. "Course not, Britt. But she was. And so I promised I'd ask."
"And even though you were pretty sure I like her, you had no proof, and so you had to ask."
"I'm sorry, Brittany," Rachel says. "I--"
"It's okay, Rach," Brittany replies. "I understand. You're not going to tell Marisa something so important without talking to me. Cause it's kinda like lying, sort of."
Rachel smiles in relief. "Exactly. Thank you for understanding."
Brittany grabs Rachel and hugs her. "Course, silly. You're just looking out for Marisa."
Hugging Brittany back, Rachel says, "I'm glad you like her. She'll be good for you."
"You think?"
Rachel nods as she pulls away. "But if you hurt her, I will be very upset with you."
"I know."
"Good."
…
Since Santana is her ride, Rachel spends her time after school in the auditorium. She doesn't spend the whole time singing, though. Operation: Clear the Cheerios, needs to begin soon and so Rachel spends most of her time planning.
…
Tuesday morning, Rachel drops by Coach Sylvester's office looking for Becky. She finds her at her desk, doing homework.
"Good morning, Becky."
"Oh hey Rachel."
"I looked over the information you gave me and I believe it to be doable."
"Really? That is so awesome. I can't wait to tell Charlie."
"Does he go to McKinley?" Rachel asks.
Becky nods.
"Maybe we could have lunch together, today?" Rachel suggests. "Get to know each other and what not. Cause I probably won't have time to start right away."
"That's okay," Becky replies. "We still have to buy the supplies and all that. Lunch would be cool."
"I figured we'd build it at my house, if that's okay," Rachel says.
"Makes sense," Becky replies.
"Great. We can discuss the specifics at lunch, right?"
"Yeah. See you at lunch."
"Bye Becky."
…
Quinn is texting with Alyson while she waits for Brittany to finish at her locker when her phone is suddenly snatched out of her hands.
"Hey."
"Oooh, how's the girlfriend?" Santana teases.
"Shut up, Lopez," Quinn snaps.
"Someone's sensitive," Santana continues.
"She misses Alyson," Brittany pipes up.
"Awww. Ow!"
Quinn grins as Santana rubs her side where Quinn elbowed her. "Serves you right. Besides, this is all your girlfriend's fault."
"How is this Rach's fault?"
"If she hadn't set me up, I wouldn't be missing my long distance girlfriend."
"She was trying to be nice," Santana says.
"She just wanted you to be gay, Quinn," Brittany adds. "I mean, happy. Or both."
"Shhh, Britt."
"It's our senior year," Santana says. "They're not going to throw you off your throne, Q."
"I don't care. I don't want these morons to know anything about me."
"Whatever."
"When are we going to visit Alyson?" Brittany asks.
Quinn sighs. "Not as soon as I'd like, B."
…
They have lunch in the choir room. Charlie turns out to a skinny guy about Santana's height, who keeps ducking his head whenever Becky smiles at him. Rachel finds it utterly adorable.
"So how old is your sister?"
"She's actually older than me," Charlie replies. "Twenty-one. But since she's pretty autistic, she goes to a different school."
"Severe?"
"No," Charlie says. "But moderate is still enough, right?"
"Um, I guess."
"I just really appreciate you helping," Charlie continues. "I've been wanting to build one for a while, but since I just barely passed Geometry, they don't have confidence in my spatial relations. Plus, I think they're worked I have some autistic traits."
"Well, I'm doing it more because Becky asked," Rachel says. "But I am glad to help."
"Then I guess I owe Becky my thanks," Charlie says, turning to Becky.
"I've always wanted to see one," Becky says. "You really think it'll help Emily?"
Charlie nods.
"I think it will," Rachel says. "According to my research, most autistic people find them very helpful."
"Good," Charlie says. "Em graduates this year and I know she's really nervous about leaving the comfort of school."
"I'm not sure I have time this week, but maybe next week?"
"That's fine," Becky says. "There's a couple things on the list that need to be ordered."
"We can take care of that," Charlie says.
"You're sure?" Rachel asks.
"Oh yeah, we'll be fine," Becky assures her.
…
Brittany is delighted to find Marisa waiting for her when glee is over. She tried to convince her to join her and sit in the back, but to no avail. And though Brittany is pretty sure that Marisa likes her, there's still a small part of her that's paranoid that she'll just blow Brittany off. After all, Marisa is the first person she's out right told that she's playing a character.
But instead when she exits the choir room, she finds Marisa leaning against a locker. Brittany can't help but greet her with a bear hug that pulls Marisa off the ground.
"I'm glad to see you too," Marisa greets.
Brittany sets Marisa down, grabs her hand and drags her out of McKinley.
…
Having watched the interaction from the doorway, Santana turns to Rachel who has finally gathered all her things together.
"That's an interesting development."
"Agreed," Rachel says. "I was surprised as well. Britt didn't mention anything to you?"
Santana shakes her head. "I may have to have a little talk with the freshman--"
"Sophomore," Rachel corrects, as they begin their trek to the parking lot.
"Whatever," Santana says. "Either way, the kid needs to know the dire consequences of hurting Brittany."
"Calm down, tiger," Rachel says. "I agree that hurting Brittany is bad, but we don't need you scaring Marisa either. Britt really seems to like her."
"How do you figure?"
"She told her that the dumb blonde thing is just an act," Rachel replies.
"Huh."
"Exactly."
"Still," Santana continues. "I wouldn't be looking out for Britt if I didn't."
Rachel sighs. "Just don't scare her too much, okay?"
Santana grins. "I'll try."
…
"I know Breadstix isn't that exciting," Brittany says as she drives. "But our options are kind of limited."
"It's okay," Marisa replies. "Really."
"Yeah?"
Marisa shrugs. "I like spending time with you."
Brittany's grin is nearly blinding. "Me too."
…
"So are you going to tell me what exactly you have planned to clear the Cheerios?" Santana asks as she drives to Rachel's house.
"No," Rachel replies. "The less you know, the better, don't you think?"
"I suppose," Santana agrees. "You know how I hate not knowing."
"I'm hoping this whole thing will be over quickly," Rachel says. "But I doubt Figgins will be so easily persuaded."
"Does he really think he's going to outsmart Coach?" Santana questions.
"He's desperate and grasping at straws," Rachel replies.
"Apparently."
"Either way, stage one will beginning soon," Rachel says.
"God, that is so hot."
"You don't even know what I've got planned, Santana."
"So? Knowing you, it's intricate and awesome," Santana says. "Besides, you know what scheming Rachel does to me."
"Well than it's lucky we're heading towards my very empty house isn't it?"
Santana just steps on the gas.
…
Thursday morning the Cheerios return to the girls locker room after their early morning practice, to find it flooded. Quinn drags Santana inside with her to investigate. They find that all the showers and sinks are running and for whatever reason, the drains aren't working.
"Fucking prankster," Santana growls.
"You know everyone knows it you, S," Quinn replies.
"Except it's not," Santana says. "Why would I flood our locker room?"
"To draw attention away from yourself."
"Whatever, Fabray," Santana scoffs. "It's not me."
They slosh out of the room and back into the hallway. Thankfully, someone informed Coach Sylvester, who in turn told them to inform the janitors.
"How the hell are we supposed to get ready?" Wendy asks.
Quinn sighs. Since it seems that Coach is staying in her office, it's up to her. "Everyone go grab your stuff and we'll use the guys locker room."
There's a chorus of groans.
"It's disgusting in there."
"Yeah, well, short of going home, anyone else have any ideas?"
Silence is their answer.
"Thought so." Quinn goes back in to grab her things. Santana follows. And soon the others are trialing after.
Quinn agrees the guys' locker room is disgusting. She plans on spending five minutes top inside. The fact that the girls' locker room is flooded past her knees is the only reason. She grabs her things and waits for the others to follow her.
They enter the guys' locker room. Santana makes sure it's empty before Quinn locks the deadbolt and the Cheerios quickly go about getting ready.
…
Tina is quietly eating her lunch when she's joined by Rachel. Surprisingly neither Santana or Brittany are anywhere nearby and Tina briefly wonders if Rachel and Santana are fighting again. She hopes not; Kurt always works himself into a frenzy when that happens.
"The Cheerios are cleaning up the girls locker room," Rachel explains.
"Oh. I wouldn't have thought Coach Sylvester would allow that," Tina replies.
"Apparently they've been so sloppy lately, that Coach thought she'd remind them of what their future could be."
"Okay."
"Yeah, Coach Sylvester is a real treat," Kurt says joining them.
"Is she punishing one by punishing them all?" Mercedes asks.
"What does that mean?" Tina asks.
Rachel sighs. "It means they still mistakenly believe it's Santana and are implying that Coach Sylvester believes that as well."
"Rachel, sweetie," Kurt says. "I think it's adorable how you defend her, but even you have to admit that your girlfriend is a scheming bitch. And I mean that in the nicest way possible."
"Kurt," Tina hisses. "That was out of line."
"No, he's just being honest," Rachel says. "Even if I don't agree with him, I can't fault him for speaking his mind."
"You're just lucky Santana isn't around," Tina adds.
"Though, Rach will probably tell her anyway," Mercedes throws out.
"Uh, really?" Kurt asks.
"Really, Kurt?" Tina questions.
"It's fine, Kurt," Rachel assures him. "Though I really wish you'd keep your negative opinions of Santana to yourself when I'm around."
"Uh, sure, Rachel," Kurt says. "I can do that."
"Thank you." Rachel stands. "If you don't mind, I seem to have lost my appetite." Gathering her things, she quickly leaves.
"Nice job, Kurt," Mercedes says.
"One day you're going to say something that makes her slap you," Tina adds.
"Maybe that's what he's going for?" Mercedes suggests.
"Don't be ridiculous," Kurt replies.
"Then why would you say something like that?" Tina asks.
Kurt shrugs. "Rachel appreciates honesty."
"Maybe," Mercedes agrees. "But sometimes it seems like you're deliberately pushing her buttons."
"Fine. I'll try to be more sensitive. Okay?"
"Hey, it's your funeral," Tina says.
…
"Sit down, Sue," Figgins says as Sue enters his office.
"I'll stand," Sue replies. "I still have two students to terrorize."
Figgins sighs. "Fine."
"So what's this about?"
"I wanted to let you know that it didn't work," Figgins answers.
"It didn’t? That's too bad," Sue says. "What are we talking about?"
"Flooding the girls' locker room. I didn't buy it Sue."
"Buy what, exactly?"
"Having the prankster prank your Cheerios," Figgins explains. "It only emphasizes the guilt in my mind."
"I'd tell you, it's none of my kids," Sue says. "Again. But somehow I don't think you're going to believe me."
"I try not to believe your lies, Sue."
"Whatever. When you finally figure out it's not any of my Cheerios, I expect an apology."
"You'll be waiting a long time, Sue."
Sue smirks as she exits the office.
…
Becky approaches Rachel at her locker after lunch.
"Hi Rachel."
"Hello Becky."
"Coach wanted me to give you a message," Becky explains.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she said to tell you that it didn't work."
Rachel sighs. "I figured it wouldn't. But you've got to start small."
"Principal Figgins is very stubborn."
Glancing around the hall, Rachel says, "I think it's prerequisite for working at McKinley."
Becky laughs.
"Thanks for the message, Becky," Rachel continues. "You can tell Coach Sylvester that I'm already working on another plan."
"Will do, Rachel," Becky says. "See you later."
"Bye Becky. Thanks."
…
Bro night is mellow. Video games and drinking. Noah is still trying to make a gamer out of Rachel. She does all right, but both expected her to do better.
"So you're only average," Noah says. "No biggie. You can't be awesome at everything."
Rachel sighs. "I know. But I'm hardly presenting any sort of challenge for you."
Noah shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who cares?"
"I suppose no one."
"We can always go out back and you can wow me with your knife wielding skills," Noah suggests.
"You're just angling for another lesson," Rachel says.
"What's wrong with that?"
Rachel gives it a moment of thought. "Nothing, I guess."
So they finish the evening with some knife throwing, though Rachel does put the kibosh on anymore drinking until they're finished tossing around sharp objects.
…
When Santana arrives Saturday morning, she's only mildly surprised to find Rachel up, dressed and diligently working at her desk.
"Hey babe," Santana greets. "Whatcha working on?"
"Prankster stuff."
"Figgins didn't buy the flooding?" Santana asks as she flops onto the bed.
"Of course not," Rachel replies. "Nor did I expect him to."
"So why do it?"
"Well, for one, it is nice to spread the misery around, don't you think?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
"Plus in my mind, there was a slight chance that Figgins would have bought it. Though, I would have lost what little respect I had for him."
"So phase two?"
Rachel nods, turning to face Santana still on her bed. "Though now that you're here, I'd much rather focus on you."
Santana smiles.
…
Brittany picks Marisa up at noon on Saturday. She exchanges a brief greeting with Marisa's mom and catches a glimpse of the twins.
She then walks Marisa to her car and opens the door for her, which causes Marisa to giggle.
"So where are we going?" Marisa asks once they're moving.
"The park," Brittany replies. "I thought we'd have a picnic."
Marisa glances in the backseat and sees a picnic basket.
"I didn't think they even still made picnic baskets."
"Who knows," Brittany replies. "This one was in our attic."
"Oh."
"We don’t have to have a picnic, if you don't want," Brittany says.
"What? No, I do. I just… It's just really sweet of you," Marisa replies.
"Yeah?"
Marisa nods. "Yeah. It is."
"Oh good."
…
As usual when they arrive at the Lopez residence Sunday evening, Santana heads up to her room while Rachel goes to greet her parents.
"Evening, Clara."
"Rachel, darling, hello."
"Do you need any help?"
"You could set the table, if you'd like," Clara tells her.
"All right."
Rachel goes to the cabinet and begins pulling plates out.
"I wanted to tell you dear," Clara says. "That even though San won't be around next Sunday, I still expect you for dinner."
"Of course," Rachel replies. "I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."
Clara chuckles. "I knew you were a smart girl."
"I thought I heard the front door," Tomás says, entering the kitchen. "Lovely to see you as always, Rachel."
"Hello Tomás," Rachel replies as she's pulled into a hug.
Dinner is quiet and easy as it usually is. Rachel and Tomás gang up on Santana, teasing her while she grumbles about unfair advantages and Clara just barely holds back her laughter.
…
The week passes quietly with no activity from the prankster. Instead, Rachel tries to spend as much time with Santana as possible since the Cheerios have their first out of town competition of the year and will be gone all weekend. She also has several diversions planned for the weekend to distract her.
…
It takes almost no effort for Santana to convince Rachel to skip third period in favor of good luck sex. They hide out in the girls locker room, using the first stall that no one uses out of superstition. They have several close calls when people enter to check their locker or use the bathroom.
Not that it matters; it's not like Santana's embarrassed that she wants to have sex with her girlfriend. She knows Rachel would be mortified about being caught, but figures they'd get off light punishment wise, so hopefully the embarrassment would be mild.
It's the first time in a long time that they won't spend Saturday together and so they both figure it's worth the risk. Besides, Santana thinks, Rachel is pretty hot when she's trying to stay quiet.
Santana wonders when she stopped caring that she's a complete sap for Rachel. She's only going to be gone seventy-two hours; she shouldn't be this upset about it.
"It's sweet," Rachel tells her.
"To you," Santana retorts. "To anyone else…"
"Well no one else has to know," Rachel points out.
"B'll know," Santana says.
"Yes. Probably. But she won't tell anyone. And maybe she'll help keep you distracted."
"Yeah, she probably will," Santana agrees. "Though, what about you?"
"Oh, don't worry," Rachel says. "I have many distractions planned."
"Good. You'll need them. I'm quite missable."
"You have your moments."
"Hey."
"Keep that up, tiger and you won't get a good bye kiss," Rachel teases.
"Like hell I won't."
Santana grabs Rachel and pulls her in tight, kissing her as if they'd be separate for three months instead of three days.
"All right, don't make me get the hose," Coach Sylvester's voice cuts in. "Just because I tolerate you two, doesn't mean I want to see that."
Santana moves to pull away, but Rachel holds her tight for another few seconds before breaking the kiss.
"Sorry, Coach," Santana says. "Gotta keep my girl happy."
"Uh huh. Whatever, Lopez. Get your ass out here, we're waiting."
"I'll see you Monday?"
Rachel nods. "Kick some ass."
"We always do," Santana smiles. She gives one more quick kiss before scurrying out of the locker room and following Coach Sylvester out of McKinley and onto the bus.
…
Noah drags Rachel to a party Friday night. She's extremely reluctant since Noah is the only one there she knows, but he plays on her guilt of having less time this year.
"C'mon, Rach," he says. "It'll be fun. And no one will give you a hard time, I swear. If they do, you tell Santana and they'll pay next week."
"Fine," Rachel agrees. "But I'm driving, so I can leave anytime I like."
"That's fair, bro."
Which is how she finds herself wandering around Kenny Marrison's house. She has a beer in her hand, more to not stick out than a need to actual drink. She takes her designated driver role very seriously.
"Hey Rachel."
Rachel turns to find Matthew Jamieson awkwardly holding a beer. "Oh, hello Matthew," Rachel greets. "No offense, but it's a bit of a surprise to see you here."
"I could say the same about you," he counters. "I live across the street. Unfortunately, I've known Kenny forever. When my mom heard he was throwing a party, she made me come. She thinks I need to socialize more."
"Oh, that's… different."
Matthew nods. "What about you? I didn't think you'd know anyone here."
"Oh, well Noah Puckerman dragged me along."
"Oh. Right. You guys are friends. That's still so weird to me."
"Moments like this, it's odd to me as well."
Matthew looks around. "Just a sec." He disappears into the kitchen and returns with two bottles of water. "Come on." He grabs Rachel and drags her out the front door and then across the street.
"Uh, Matthew, where are we going?"
They stop walking when they reach Matthew's front door. He plops down on the front step and gestures for Rachel to join him. She does and he hands her a bottle of water.
"I thought we could talk and it'd be quieter over here."
"What a wonderful idea," Rachel agrees.
Matthew smiles as he opens his water.
…
When Rachel goes to find Noah several hours later, she finds him passed out on the couch. He won't wake up no matter how many times she shakes him, so she simply leaves him there. Before she leaves, she sends him a text explaining the situation. She hopes he won't be too mad.
…
When Becky and Charlie are dropped off at Rachel's on Saturday morning, they're greeted with a huge smile and the smell of pancakes wafting through the house.
"Morning guys," Rachel says as they sit at the kitchen table.
"Hi Rachel," Becky replies. "Smells great."
"Have a seat," Rachel says. "I made plenty." She sets a plateful of pancakes on the table.
"Holy cow, Rachel," Charlie says as he sits. "If you weren't taken, I'd ask you to marry me."
"Wait until you taste them before you make such outrageous statements."
Becky looks up, already having taken a bite. "They're awesome, Rachel."
"Yeah," Charlie adds.
"Good," Rachel says sitting down with a fruit salad. She snags a pancake from the pill and puts some fruit on it. "So I figured we could go to the hardware store and get supplies first. Everything arrived this week; the headrest came yesterday, which is good. I was getting worried."
"It was a good idea to have it all sent here," Charlie says. "It took enough effort to get a ride. Trying to find a way to bring all that stuff with us, probably would have been too much."
Becky nods as she eats.
"Okay, then," Rachel says. "We'll head out after breakfast."
…
Once they get back from the hardware store, Rachel finds herself feeling extremely motivated. Charlie and Becky begin unloading everything they bought as Rachel begins putting the rest of the supplies in the backyard.
They take a small break, sipping water stretched out on the grass before Rachel's up and working.
The base is first. Thankfully, the hardware store was able to cut the plywood as needed because Rachel figures this alone will save them a ton of time. All she really has for cutting wood is a jigsaw, which wouldn't be nearly accurate for this.
They're starting the sliding side panel quicker than expected and Rachel wonders if this whole project will take less time than planned.
…
Mike shows up at seven, making Rachel realize she's completely lost track of time.
"No worries," Mike says. "No one else is here yet."
"Excellent. We should definitely be able to finish tomorrow. Don't you think?"
Becky nods. "Defintely."
"I'll give my dad a call, so he can pick us up," Charlie says, pulling out his cell.
"You guys could stay and hang out if you want," Rachel offers.
"No thanks," Becky says. "We've got plans."
"Oh?"
"I'm taking her out to dinner," Charlie replies. "But thanks."
Rachel smiles. "See you guys tomorrow?"
"Yep," Becky smiles.
"Cool," Rachel says.
"My dad will be here in ten minutes," Charlie announces.
"Perfect. We can go wait for him out front then," Becky says.
…
Tina shows up just as Charlie's dad is reversing out of the driveway. Marisa is dropped off moment later, followed closely by Artie.
Rachel already has the Nintendo set up, so they begin digging through the games, arguing about what to play first.
"So how much are you missing Santana?" Mike asks Rachel.
"It's only been a day, Mike," Rachel replies. "I think I can survive."
"What about Marisa?" Tina asks.
"What about me?"
"You're dating Brittany right?"
"Yeah," Artie says. "I heard that too."
"Uh, we've gone out a few times," Marisa says. "But dating, I don't know."
"Do you think she'll give you her letterman jacket?" Mike asks.
"And you can both share a milkshake at the ice cream parlor after school."
"When did we become a TV show from the fifties?" Artie asks. "Because I think I missed that note."
"It's weird is all," Mike says. "Brittany doesn't really date. She must really like you."
"Oh."
"So are you guys ready to get your asses kicked?" Rachel interrupts.
"You wish, Berry," Artie replies. "Last time, I dominated."
"That was then, this is now."
…
They end up playing past midnight when Tina's mom calls, concerned. They quickly clean up and begin to figure out how everyone is getting home.
Mike offers to drive Tina and Marisa since the all live in the same direction.
Since Artie doesn't live too far from her house, Rachel grabs her keys and meets Artie in the garage. She's not sure what needs to happen for him to get into her car, so she just waits for his instructions. She watches him in awe as his half lifts, half drags himself from the chair to the passenger seat. She then grabs his wheelchair and tosses it in the back.
"So you're suddenly miss build things?" Artie asks once Rachel's driving.
"Well Becky asked. How could I say no?"
"True, I guess," Artie agrees. "I'm thinking of getting my own car."
"It's a nice thing to have."
"The only problem is that it's definitely going to need some extra work done."
"Makes sense," Rachel says.
"Wanna help?"
"Really?" Rachel questions.
"We need to hang out more," Artie replies.
"True."
"And me having my own transportation will help with that," Artie explains.
"If you're sure."
Artie nods, but realizes Rachel can't see him as she drives. "I do."
"All right."
"Awesome," Artie says. "I still need to find the right car, so it might be a while."
"Still," Rachel says. "It'll be fun."
"I think so."
Rachel pulls into Artie's driveway. She jumps out and puts his chair next to the car and then watches as he maneuvers himself into it.
"Thanks for the ride," Artie tells her.
"Thank you for coming over," Rachel replies.
Artie smiles. "Night Rachel."
Rachel climbs back into her car and waits until Artie is inside his house before reversing out of the driveway.
…
Sunday, Becky and Charlie show up with bagels, coffee and fruit. Smiling, Rachel grabs the black coffee and the fruit. They eat quietly at the table and Rachel resists the urge to ask how the date went. Though judging by the smiles on both their faces, Rachel is guessing it went well.
Afterwards, they head out to the back yard to finish the hugging machine. Charlie grabs the directions and they begin working on the headrest, the final part before assembling the whole thing.
…
"Well that does it," Rachel announces as she attaches the air mattress to the Velcro.
"Awesome-sauce," Charlie says. "Can I try it out?"
"That's the whole point, right?"
Charlie lays down, placing his face on the headrest.
"Okay."
Rachel pulls the mattress tight around Charlie and Becky fastens the Velcro until he's held firmly in place.
"So?" Becky asks after a moment.
"It works," he hisses. "Wow, that is some serious pressure."
"That's the point," Becky tells him.
"I know," he replies. "But, whoa, didn't expect it, I guess. Em's going to love it."
"Good," Rachel smiles.
Becky looks at her watch. "It's only two, can we take it over to Charlie's now?"
"I don't see why not," Rachel replies. "Let me just attach the trailer to my car and we can bring it over. Whose home at your house?"
"Uh, my dad," Charlie replies. "They're usually off on Sundays, but mom was given so overtime, so she had to work."
"Oh. Okay. And Emily, right?"
Charlie nods.
"So she'll be able to try it out," Becky says.
Charlie nods again.
"Okay, good."
…
Because Charlie called his dad while Rachel was attached the trailer, they're expected. Which is why they're greeted by both his dad and his sister.
Despite knowing what to expect, Rachel still finds it a bit odd to hear the twenty-one year old in front of her speak in succulent and very simple sentences. Though from what she understands this is a rather recent development; up until a year ago, communication with Emily involved mostly gestures and sign language.
After introductions are made, Charlie's dad, who insists Rachel that call him Greg, helps Rachel bring the machine into the house. They set it up in the living room so Emily can immediately try it out.
"Well?" Greg asks her.
"Good. Okay?" Emily tells him.
"Yeah it is," Charlie chimes in. "It goes tighter, too, sis."
"Okay."
"Want me to make it tighter?" Charlie asks.
"Yes."
Charlie undoes the Velcro as Rachel and Greg push the mattress together a little bit more. He reattached it and Emily lets out a sigh of contentment.
"Oookaaaaay."
"That's a good sign," Greg says. He turns to Rachel. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Rachel nods and follows him into the kitchen.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," Greg says.
"I'm glad that it seems to be so successful."
"We want to move Emily into a group home in the next year or two and I know she's anxious about it. I think this will really help."
"Good. Charlie seemed really concerned."
Greg smiles. "Yeah, he worries about his big sister."
"It's nice."
"How much do I owe you?" Greg asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, all that had to cost money," Greg explains. "Plus your time, of course."
"Uh… You actually paid for all the materials," Rachel replies.
"What?"
"Charlie said you and your wife knew about it," Rachel continues. "He ordered a few things online, like the mattress, with your credit card. And then yesterday he shows up at my house with a hundred dollars for the rest of the materials, which we got at Home Depot."
"Oh."
"I apologize," Rachel says. "I guess I should have tried to speak with you or your wife, but I trust Becky and she said it was fine."
"Becky," Greg calls. "Could I talk with you for a minute?"
Becky appears a moment later.
"Um, who paid for all of this?"
"You did. Well, technically we used Kelly's credit card. But we showed her what we were ordering and why."
"And the cash?" Rachel asks.
"Kelly gave us that before she went to work yesterday," Becky explains.
"Oh."
"Did she not tell you?" Becky asks Greg. "I'm sorry. I guess, I should have said something--"
"It's been a particularly busy month," Greg replies. "With school starting and all that. I'm sure Kelly just forgot to tell me."
"Oh. Okay."
Greg turns to Rachel. "Well, at least let me pay you for your time."
"No thank you," Rachel says. "It's really not necessary."
"I insist."
"I insist as well," Rachel replies. "Any money you give me, I'm just going to give to Charlie."
"Well you have to let me do something," Greg continues.
"I did this because Becky asked," Rachel replies. "It's really not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?"
"I'm glad I could help," Rachel continues.
Greg sighs. "Well, will you at least accept my sincere thanks? And from my wife as well?"
"Of course," Rachel nods. "I'm just glad that Emily seems to like it."
"Like it?" Emily says as she follows Charlie into the kitchen. "Okay."
"Good," Rachel says. "And I'll be happy to help with anything that needs to be readjusted or fixed."
"Thanks, Rachel," Becky says.
part two
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Rachel/Santana, Brittany, Marisa, Becky, Charlie Zingler, Sue, Tina, Mike, Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rachel's multiple attempts to prove to Figgins that the prankster isn't a Cheerio.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~10,300
Spoilers: Previous stories in the series
A/N: Follows Solving Some Problems. This is what Rachel is helping Becky build.
2nd A/N: Unbeta’ed, so all mistakes are mine.
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Rachel is pulled out of class by Missy and Wendy again. They don’t say anything. In fact, they barely even look at her and Rachel has to wonder what exactly the final part of Santana's plot was, because it seemed to have worked.
When Rachel reaches Coach Sylvester's office, she enters alone. She's surprised to find Coach Sylvester's chair empty.
"I wanted to talk to you actually."
Rachel turns to find Becky behind her. She watches as she goes to sit in Coach Sylvester's chair and gestures for Rachel to sit.
"Coach said it was okay," Becky explains. "I asked."
Rachel nods. "So what's up?"
"That Halifax Gibbet you built was awesome," Becky says.
"Thank you."
"I was hoping that maybe you could help me out and build something."
"Um… I suppose it depends what it is," Rachel replies.
“Well my friend Charlie and I want to build this,” Becky says, handing over a piece of paper.
“A hugging machine? Rachel asks.
“Yeah,” Becky replies. “It’s for his older sister, Emily. She’s autistic.”
“Oh.”
“And you can buy them,” Becky continues. “But they’re super expensive.”
“I would assume as much.”
“And both their parents have their hands full with their jobs and taking care of Emily.”
“Understandable,” Rachel says.
“So Charlie and I figured we could build our own, but he didn’t think his parents would go for it without adult supervision.”
“How old is Charlie?” Rachel asks.
“16.”
“Well I’m only 17,” Rachel replies. “So I’m not sure that I count as adult supervision.”
“Yes, but you built that thing for Coach and it worked. And you’re the prankster, so you’ve built all those contraptions. And they all worked just fine. Plus, Charlie has like this depth perception thing, so I think it makes his parents nervous about him building stuff.”
“Oh. Okay. Did Coach Sylvester tell you I was the prankster?”
“No,” Becky replies. “I figured it out. No one else would give me a warning.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” Rachel says.
“Well maybe not, but of those people, only you could pull off all those pranks as well.”
“What about Santana?” Rachel asks.
Becky leans forward a bit. “She never was a fan. I think she just put up with me because of Coach and Brittany.”
“Oh.”
“It’s not like she’s ever been mean to me,” Becky assures Rachel. “It’s just that she’s never been really nice, either.”
“That I can see.”
“So?”
“Let me do some research into this a little bit first,” Rachel says. “But the answer will most likely be yes.”
“Awesome,” Becky replies. “Thanks Rachel.”
“You’re welcome, Becky. Is it okay if I go back to class?”
“Sure. Do you need a pass? I can write you one.”
“No,” Rachel chuckles. “I should be okay. But thanks.”
“No problem,” Becky replies.
Rachel stands and walks out of Coach Sylvester’s office. She’s surprised to not find Missy and Wendy waiting for her; relieved, but surprised. She looks around and doesn’t see them hiding in the shadows either. Relaxing a bit, Rachel heads back to class.
…
Rachel doesn't have time to look over the info Becky gave her until lunch.
"Whatcha looking at, babe?" Santana asks.
"Becky asked me to build her something," Rachel replies.
"Yeah. She mentioned something about that," Santana says. "You gonna?"
"Probably," Rachel replies. "I particularly enjoyed the challenge of building the Halifax Gibbet."
Santana lowers her voice and leans in closer. "Being the prankster, isn't enough?"
"Apparently not," Rachel smirks.
"What's that?" Mike asks as he plops down next to Rachel.
"Info about building a hugging machine," she answers.
"A what?"
"It's a machine that hugs people," Rachel replies.
"That is so awesome," Brittany says, sitting across from Rachel.
Rachel smiles at Marisa who shyly sits next to Brittany.
"Although," Brittany continues. "Would it be a better hugger than me?"
"No one's a better hugger than you, B," Santana says.
"Awww, thanks, San," Brittany says. She turns to Rachel. "Why are you building a hugging machine?"
"Becky asked me to."
"Cool. Can I help?"
"Probably."
"Can Marisa help too?"
"Course."
"So you're taking requests now?" Mike asks. "Because I've always wanted a catapult."
"Seriously?" Rachel questions. "Why?"
"I also want a suit of armor, so I can pretend I'm in Monty Python and the Holy Grail."
Santana bursts out laughing, causing everyone to turn and stare.
"Sorry," she says. "Wasn't expecting that."
"I am full of surprises," Mike says.
…
"Can I ask you something?" Marisa asks Rachel as they're leaving lunch.
"Sure."
"Uh, so, this weekend, I went out on a date. With Brittany."
"Really?"
Marisa nods.
"How was it?"
"I had a really good time," Marisa says. "It wasn't at all what I expected--she wasn’t what I expected."
"Britt can be surprising," Rachel agrees. "Delightfully so. Are you guys going out again?"
Marisa nods again. "Tomorrow after glee."
"But you're worried about something," Rachel says.
Marisa nods once more. "She was super sweet and she said the dumb blonde thing is just an act. I just worry about her reasons."
"For asking you out?"
"Yeah."
"Most likely because she wanted to," Rachel answers. "But I can talk to her, if you want."
"Thanks, Rach," Marisa says. "It's just that the Cheerios are so…"
"I know," Rachel says. "I know."
"Thanks Rachel."
…
Rachel doesn't have a chance to talk to Brittany until school ends.
"Hi Rach," Brittany greets when Rachel finds her at her locker.
"Hello Britt. How was your date this weekend?"
Brittany's grin grows. "I had a great time. I really like Marisa."
"You do?"
"Yeah," Brittany replies. "I mean, I always thought she was cute and stuff, but now that I've gotten to know her better, I like her."
"I'm glad."
"You were worried?" Brittany asks, looking her.
Rachel shakes her head. "Course not, Britt. But she was. And so I promised I'd ask."
"And even though you were pretty sure I like her, you had no proof, and so you had to ask."
"I'm sorry, Brittany," Rachel says. "I--"
"It's okay, Rach," Brittany replies. "I understand. You're not going to tell Marisa something so important without talking to me. Cause it's kinda like lying, sort of."
Rachel smiles in relief. "Exactly. Thank you for understanding."
Brittany grabs Rachel and hugs her. "Course, silly. You're just looking out for Marisa."
Hugging Brittany back, Rachel says, "I'm glad you like her. She'll be good for you."
"You think?"
Rachel nods as she pulls away. "But if you hurt her, I will be very upset with you."
"I know."
"Good."
…
Since Santana is her ride, Rachel spends her time after school in the auditorium. She doesn't spend the whole time singing, though. Operation: Clear the Cheerios, needs to begin soon and so Rachel spends most of her time planning.
…
Tuesday morning, Rachel drops by Coach Sylvester's office looking for Becky. She finds her at her desk, doing homework.
"Good morning, Becky."
"Oh hey Rachel."
"I looked over the information you gave me and I believe it to be doable."
"Really? That is so awesome. I can't wait to tell Charlie."
"Does he go to McKinley?" Rachel asks.
Becky nods.
"Maybe we could have lunch together, today?" Rachel suggests. "Get to know each other and what not. Cause I probably won't have time to start right away."
"That's okay," Becky replies. "We still have to buy the supplies and all that. Lunch would be cool."
"I figured we'd build it at my house, if that's okay," Rachel says.
"Makes sense," Becky replies.
"Great. We can discuss the specifics at lunch, right?"
"Yeah. See you at lunch."
"Bye Becky."
…
Quinn is texting with Alyson while she waits for Brittany to finish at her locker when her phone is suddenly snatched out of her hands.
"Hey."
"Oooh, how's the girlfriend?" Santana teases.
"Shut up, Lopez," Quinn snaps.
"Someone's sensitive," Santana continues.
"She misses Alyson," Brittany pipes up.
"Awww. Ow!"
Quinn grins as Santana rubs her side where Quinn elbowed her. "Serves you right. Besides, this is all your girlfriend's fault."
"How is this Rach's fault?"
"If she hadn't set me up, I wouldn't be missing my long distance girlfriend."
"She was trying to be nice," Santana says.
"She just wanted you to be gay, Quinn," Brittany adds. "I mean, happy. Or both."
"Shhh, Britt."
"It's our senior year," Santana says. "They're not going to throw you off your throne, Q."
"I don't care. I don't want these morons to know anything about me."
"Whatever."
"When are we going to visit Alyson?" Brittany asks.
Quinn sighs. "Not as soon as I'd like, B."
…
They have lunch in the choir room. Charlie turns out to a skinny guy about Santana's height, who keeps ducking his head whenever Becky smiles at him. Rachel finds it utterly adorable.
"So how old is your sister?"
"She's actually older than me," Charlie replies. "Twenty-one. But since she's pretty autistic, she goes to a different school."
"Severe?"
"No," Charlie says. "But moderate is still enough, right?"
"Um, I guess."
"I just really appreciate you helping," Charlie continues. "I've been wanting to build one for a while, but since I just barely passed Geometry, they don't have confidence in my spatial relations. Plus, I think they're worked I have some autistic traits."
"Well, I'm doing it more because Becky asked," Rachel says. "But I am glad to help."
"Then I guess I owe Becky my thanks," Charlie says, turning to Becky.
"I've always wanted to see one," Becky says. "You really think it'll help Emily?"
Charlie nods.
"I think it will," Rachel says. "According to my research, most autistic people find them very helpful."
"Good," Charlie says. "Em graduates this year and I know she's really nervous about leaving the comfort of school."
"I'm not sure I have time this week, but maybe next week?"
"That's fine," Becky says. "There's a couple things on the list that need to be ordered."
"We can take care of that," Charlie says.
"You're sure?" Rachel asks.
"Oh yeah, we'll be fine," Becky assures her.
…
Brittany is delighted to find Marisa waiting for her when glee is over. She tried to convince her to join her and sit in the back, but to no avail. And though Brittany is pretty sure that Marisa likes her, there's still a small part of her that's paranoid that she'll just blow Brittany off. After all, Marisa is the first person she's out right told that she's playing a character.
But instead when she exits the choir room, she finds Marisa leaning against a locker. Brittany can't help but greet her with a bear hug that pulls Marisa off the ground.
"I'm glad to see you too," Marisa greets.
Brittany sets Marisa down, grabs her hand and drags her out of McKinley.
…
Having watched the interaction from the doorway, Santana turns to Rachel who has finally gathered all her things together.
"That's an interesting development."
"Agreed," Rachel says. "I was surprised as well. Britt didn't mention anything to you?"
Santana shakes her head. "I may have to have a little talk with the freshman--"
"Sophomore," Rachel corrects, as they begin their trek to the parking lot.
"Whatever," Santana says. "Either way, the kid needs to know the dire consequences of hurting Brittany."
"Calm down, tiger," Rachel says. "I agree that hurting Brittany is bad, but we don't need you scaring Marisa either. Britt really seems to like her."
"How do you figure?"
"She told her that the dumb blonde thing is just an act," Rachel replies.
"Huh."
"Exactly."
"Still," Santana continues. "I wouldn't be looking out for Britt if I didn't."
Rachel sighs. "Just don't scare her too much, okay?"
Santana grins. "I'll try."
…
"I know Breadstix isn't that exciting," Brittany says as she drives. "But our options are kind of limited."
"It's okay," Marisa replies. "Really."
"Yeah?"
Marisa shrugs. "I like spending time with you."
Brittany's grin is nearly blinding. "Me too."
…
"So are you going to tell me what exactly you have planned to clear the Cheerios?" Santana asks as she drives to Rachel's house.
"No," Rachel replies. "The less you know, the better, don't you think?"
"I suppose," Santana agrees. "You know how I hate not knowing."
"I'm hoping this whole thing will be over quickly," Rachel says. "But I doubt Figgins will be so easily persuaded."
"Does he really think he's going to outsmart Coach?" Santana questions.
"He's desperate and grasping at straws," Rachel replies.
"Apparently."
"Either way, stage one will beginning soon," Rachel says.
"God, that is so hot."
"You don't even know what I've got planned, Santana."
"So? Knowing you, it's intricate and awesome," Santana says. "Besides, you know what scheming Rachel does to me."
"Well than it's lucky we're heading towards my very empty house isn't it?"
Santana just steps on the gas.
…
Thursday morning the Cheerios return to the girls locker room after their early morning practice, to find it flooded. Quinn drags Santana inside with her to investigate. They find that all the showers and sinks are running and for whatever reason, the drains aren't working.
"Fucking prankster," Santana growls.
"You know everyone knows it you, S," Quinn replies.
"Except it's not," Santana says. "Why would I flood our locker room?"
"To draw attention away from yourself."
"Whatever, Fabray," Santana scoffs. "It's not me."
They slosh out of the room and back into the hallway. Thankfully, someone informed Coach Sylvester, who in turn told them to inform the janitors.
"How the hell are we supposed to get ready?" Wendy asks.
Quinn sighs. Since it seems that Coach is staying in her office, it's up to her. "Everyone go grab your stuff and we'll use the guys locker room."
There's a chorus of groans.
"It's disgusting in there."
"Yeah, well, short of going home, anyone else have any ideas?"
Silence is their answer.
"Thought so." Quinn goes back in to grab her things. Santana follows. And soon the others are trialing after.
Quinn agrees the guys' locker room is disgusting. She plans on spending five minutes top inside. The fact that the girls' locker room is flooded past her knees is the only reason. She grabs her things and waits for the others to follow her.
They enter the guys' locker room. Santana makes sure it's empty before Quinn locks the deadbolt and the Cheerios quickly go about getting ready.
…
Tina is quietly eating her lunch when she's joined by Rachel. Surprisingly neither Santana or Brittany are anywhere nearby and Tina briefly wonders if Rachel and Santana are fighting again. She hopes not; Kurt always works himself into a frenzy when that happens.
"The Cheerios are cleaning up the girls locker room," Rachel explains.
"Oh. I wouldn't have thought Coach Sylvester would allow that," Tina replies.
"Apparently they've been so sloppy lately, that Coach thought she'd remind them of what their future could be."
"Okay."
"Yeah, Coach Sylvester is a real treat," Kurt says joining them.
"Is she punishing one by punishing them all?" Mercedes asks.
"What does that mean?" Tina asks.
Rachel sighs. "It means they still mistakenly believe it's Santana and are implying that Coach Sylvester believes that as well."
"Rachel, sweetie," Kurt says. "I think it's adorable how you defend her, but even you have to admit that your girlfriend is a scheming bitch. And I mean that in the nicest way possible."
"Kurt," Tina hisses. "That was out of line."
"No, he's just being honest," Rachel says. "Even if I don't agree with him, I can't fault him for speaking his mind."
"You're just lucky Santana isn't around," Tina adds.
"Though, Rach will probably tell her anyway," Mercedes throws out.
"Uh, really?" Kurt asks.
"Really, Kurt?" Tina questions.
"It's fine, Kurt," Rachel assures him. "Though I really wish you'd keep your negative opinions of Santana to yourself when I'm around."
"Uh, sure, Rachel," Kurt says. "I can do that."
"Thank you." Rachel stands. "If you don't mind, I seem to have lost my appetite." Gathering her things, she quickly leaves.
"Nice job, Kurt," Mercedes says.
"One day you're going to say something that makes her slap you," Tina adds.
"Maybe that's what he's going for?" Mercedes suggests.
"Don't be ridiculous," Kurt replies.
"Then why would you say something like that?" Tina asks.
Kurt shrugs. "Rachel appreciates honesty."
"Maybe," Mercedes agrees. "But sometimes it seems like you're deliberately pushing her buttons."
"Fine. I'll try to be more sensitive. Okay?"
"Hey, it's your funeral," Tina says.
…
"Sit down, Sue," Figgins says as Sue enters his office.
"I'll stand," Sue replies. "I still have two students to terrorize."
Figgins sighs. "Fine."
"So what's this about?"
"I wanted to let you know that it didn't work," Figgins answers.
"It didn’t? That's too bad," Sue says. "What are we talking about?"
"Flooding the girls' locker room. I didn't buy it Sue."
"Buy what, exactly?"
"Having the prankster prank your Cheerios," Figgins explains. "It only emphasizes the guilt in my mind."
"I'd tell you, it's none of my kids," Sue says. "Again. But somehow I don't think you're going to believe me."
"I try not to believe your lies, Sue."
"Whatever. When you finally figure out it's not any of my Cheerios, I expect an apology."
"You'll be waiting a long time, Sue."
Sue smirks as she exits the office.
…
Becky approaches Rachel at her locker after lunch.
"Hi Rachel."
"Hello Becky."
"Coach wanted me to give you a message," Becky explains.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, she said to tell you that it didn't work."
Rachel sighs. "I figured it wouldn't. But you've got to start small."
"Principal Figgins is very stubborn."
Glancing around the hall, Rachel says, "I think it's prerequisite for working at McKinley."
Becky laughs.
"Thanks for the message, Becky," Rachel continues. "You can tell Coach Sylvester that I'm already working on another plan."
"Will do, Rachel," Becky says. "See you later."
"Bye Becky. Thanks."
…
Bro night is mellow. Video games and drinking. Noah is still trying to make a gamer out of Rachel. She does all right, but both expected her to do better.
"So you're only average," Noah says. "No biggie. You can't be awesome at everything."
Rachel sighs. "I know. But I'm hardly presenting any sort of challenge for you."
Noah shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who cares?"
"I suppose no one."
"We can always go out back and you can wow me with your knife wielding skills," Noah suggests.
"You're just angling for another lesson," Rachel says.
"What's wrong with that?"
Rachel gives it a moment of thought. "Nothing, I guess."
So they finish the evening with some knife throwing, though Rachel does put the kibosh on anymore drinking until they're finished tossing around sharp objects.
…
When Santana arrives Saturday morning, she's only mildly surprised to find Rachel up, dressed and diligently working at her desk.
"Hey babe," Santana greets. "Whatcha working on?"
"Prankster stuff."
"Figgins didn't buy the flooding?" Santana asks as she flops onto the bed.
"Of course not," Rachel replies. "Nor did I expect him to."
"So why do it?"
"Well, for one, it is nice to spread the misery around, don't you think?"
"Uh, sure, I guess."
"Plus in my mind, there was a slight chance that Figgins would have bought it. Though, I would have lost what little respect I had for him."
"So phase two?"
Rachel nods, turning to face Santana still on her bed. "Though now that you're here, I'd much rather focus on you."
Santana smiles.
…
Brittany picks Marisa up at noon on Saturday. She exchanges a brief greeting with Marisa's mom and catches a glimpse of the twins.
She then walks Marisa to her car and opens the door for her, which causes Marisa to giggle.
"So where are we going?" Marisa asks once they're moving.
"The park," Brittany replies. "I thought we'd have a picnic."
Marisa glances in the backseat and sees a picnic basket.
"I didn't think they even still made picnic baskets."
"Who knows," Brittany replies. "This one was in our attic."
"Oh."
"We don’t have to have a picnic, if you don't want," Brittany says.
"What? No, I do. I just… It's just really sweet of you," Marisa replies.
"Yeah?"
Marisa nods. "Yeah. It is."
"Oh good."
…
As usual when they arrive at the Lopez residence Sunday evening, Santana heads up to her room while Rachel goes to greet her parents.
"Evening, Clara."
"Rachel, darling, hello."
"Do you need any help?"
"You could set the table, if you'd like," Clara tells her.
"All right."
Rachel goes to the cabinet and begins pulling plates out.
"I wanted to tell you dear," Clara says. "That even though San won't be around next Sunday, I still expect you for dinner."
"Of course," Rachel replies. "I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."
Clara chuckles. "I knew you were a smart girl."
"I thought I heard the front door," Tomás says, entering the kitchen. "Lovely to see you as always, Rachel."
"Hello Tomás," Rachel replies as she's pulled into a hug.
Dinner is quiet and easy as it usually is. Rachel and Tomás gang up on Santana, teasing her while she grumbles about unfair advantages and Clara just barely holds back her laughter.
…
The week passes quietly with no activity from the prankster. Instead, Rachel tries to spend as much time with Santana as possible since the Cheerios have their first out of town competition of the year and will be gone all weekend. She also has several diversions planned for the weekend to distract her.
…
It takes almost no effort for Santana to convince Rachel to skip third period in favor of good luck sex. They hide out in the girls locker room, using the first stall that no one uses out of superstition. They have several close calls when people enter to check their locker or use the bathroom.
Not that it matters; it's not like Santana's embarrassed that she wants to have sex with her girlfriend. She knows Rachel would be mortified about being caught, but figures they'd get off light punishment wise, so hopefully the embarrassment would be mild.
It's the first time in a long time that they won't spend Saturday together and so they both figure it's worth the risk. Besides, Santana thinks, Rachel is pretty hot when she's trying to stay quiet.
Santana wonders when she stopped caring that she's a complete sap for Rachel. She's only going to be gone seventy-two hours; she shouldn't be this upset about it.
"It's sweet," Rachel tells her.
"To you," Santana retorts. "To anyone else…"
"Well no one else has to know," Rachel points out.
"B'll know," Santana says.
"Yes. Probably. But she won't tell anyone. And maybe she'll help keep you distracted."
"Yeah, she probably will," Santana agrees. "Though, what about you?"
"Oh, don't worry," Rachel says. "I have many distractions planned."
"Good. You'll need them. I'm quite missable."
"You have your moments."
"Hey."
"Keep that up, tiger and you won't get a good bye kiss," Rachel teases.
"Like hell I won't."
Santana grabs Rachel and pulls her in tight, kissing her as if they'd be separate for three months instead of three days.
"All right, don't make me get the hose," Coach Sylvester's voice cuts in. "Just because I tolerate you two, doesn't mean I want to see that."
Santana moves to pull away, but Rachel holds her tight for another few seconds before breaking the kiss.
"Sorry, Coach," Santana says. "Gotta keep my girl happy."
"Uh huh. Whatever, Lopez. Get your ass out here, we're waiting."
"I'll see you Monday?"
Rachel nods. "Kick some ass."
"We always do," Santana smiles. She gives one more quick kiss before scurrying out of the locker room and following Coach Sylvester out of McKinley and onto the bus.
…
Noah drags Rachel to a party Friday night. She's extremely reluctant since Noah is the only one there she knows, but he plays on her guilt of having less time this year.
"C'mon, Rach," he says. "It'll be fun. And no one will give you a hard time, I swear. If they do, you tell Santana and they'll pay next week."
"Fine," Rachel agrees. "But I'm driving, so I can leave anytime I like."
"That's fair, bro."
Which is how she finds herself wandering around Kenny Marrison's house. She has a beer in her hand, more to not stick out than a need to actual drink. She takes her designated driver role very seriously.
"Hey Rachel."
Rachel turns to find Matthew Jamieson awkwardly holding a beer. "Oh, hello Matthew," Rachel greets. "No offense, but it's a bit of a surprise to see you here."
"I could say the same about you," he counters. "I live across the street. Unfortunately, I've known Kenny forever. When my mom heard he was throwing a party, she made me come. She thinks I need to socialize more."
"Oh, that's… different."
Matthew nods. "What about you? I didn't think you'd know anyone here."
"Oh, well Noah Puckerman dragged me along."
"Oh. Right. You guys are friends. That's still so weird to me."
"Moments like this, it's odd to me as well."
Matthew looks around. "Just a sec." He disappears into the kitchen and returns with two bottles of water. "Come on." He grabs Rachel and drags her out the front door and then across the street.
"Uh, Matthew, where are we going?"
They stop walking when they reach Matthew's front door. He plops down on the front step and gestures for Rachel to join him. She does and he hands her a bottle of water.
"I thought we could talk and it'd be quieter over here."
"What a wonderful idea," Rachel agrees.
Matthew smiles as he opens his water.
…
When Rachel goes to find Noah several hours later, she finds him passed out on the couch. He won't wake up no matter how many times she shakes him, so she simply leaves him there. Before she leaves, she sends him a text explaining the situation. She hopes he won't be too mad.
…
When Becky and Charlie are dropped off at Rachel's on Saturday morning, they're greeted with a huge smile and the smell of pancakes wafting through the house.
"Morning guys," Rachel says as they sit at the kitchen table.
"Hi Rachel," Becky replies. "Smells great."
"Have a seat," Rachel says. "I made plenty." She sets a plateful of pancakes on the table.
"Holy cow, Rachel," Charlie says as he sits. "If you weren't taken, I'd ask you to marry me."
"Wait until you taste them before you make such outrageous statements."
Becky looks up, already having taken a bite. "They're awesome, Rachel."
"Yeah," Charlie adds.
"Good," Rachel says sitting down with a fruit salad. She snags a pancake from the pill and puts some fruit on it. "So I figured we could go to the hardware store and get supplies first. Everything arrived this week; the headrest came yesterday, which is good. I was getting worried."
"It was a good idea to have it all sent here," Charlie says. "It took enough effort to get a ride. Trying to find a way to bring all that stuff with us, probably would have been too much."
Becky nods as she eats.
"Okay, then," Rachel says. "We'll head out after breakfast."
…
Once they get back from the hardware store, Rachel finds herself feeling extremely motivated. Charlie and Becky begin unloading everything they bought as Rachel begins putting the rest of the supplies in the backyard.
They take a small break, sipping water stretched out on the grass before Rachel's up and working.
The base is first. Thankfully, the hardware store was able to cut the plywood as needed because Rachel figures this alone will save them a ton of time. All she really has for cutting wood is a jigsaw, which wouldn't be nearly accurate for this.
They're starting the sliding side panel quicker than expected and Rachel wonders if this whole project will take less time than planned.
…
Mike shows up at seven, making Rachel realize she's completely lost track of time.
"No worries," Mike says. "No one else is here yet."
"Excellent. We should definitely be able to finish tomorrow. Don't you think?"
Becky nods. "Defintely."
"I'll give my dad a call, so he can pick us up," Charlie says, pulling out his cell.
"You guys could stay and hang out if you want," Rachel offers.
"No thanks," Becky says. "We've got plans."
"Oh?"
"I'm taking her out to dinner," Charlie replies. "But thanks."
Rachel smiles. "See you guys tomorrow?"
"Yep," Becky smiles.
"Cool," Rachel says.
"My dad will be here in ten minutes," Charlie announces.
"Perfect. We can go wait for him out front then," Becky says.
…
Tina shows up just as Charlie's dad is reversing out of the driveway. Marisa is dropped off moment later, followed closely by Artie.
Rachel already has the Nintendo set up, so they begin digging through the games, arguing about what to play first.
"So how much are you missing Santana?" Mike asks Rachel.
"It's only been a day, Mike," Rachel replies. "I think I can survive."
"What about Marisa?" Tina asks.
"What about me?"
"You're dating Brittany right?"
"Yeah," Artie says. "I heard that too."
"Uh, we've gone out a few times," Marisa says. "But dating, I don't know."
"Do you think she'll give you her letterman jacket?" Mike asks.
"And you can both share a milkshake at the ice cream parlor after school."
"When did we become a TV show from the fifties?" Artie asks. "Because I think I missed that note."
"It's weird is all," Mike says. "Brittany doesn't really date. She must really like you."
"Oh."
"So are you guys ready to get your asses kicked?" Rachel interrupts.
"You wish, Berry," Artie replies. "Last time, I dominated."
"That was then, this is now."
…
They end up playing past midnight when Tina's mom calls, concerned. They quickly clean up and begin to figure out how everyone is getting home.
Mike offers to drive Tina and Marisa since the all live in the same direction.
Since Artie doesn't live too far from her house, Rachel grabs her keys and meets Artie in the garage. She's not sure what needs to happen for him to get into her car, so she just waits for his instructions. She watches him in awe as his half lifts, half drags himself from the chair to the passenger seat. She then grabs his wheelchair and tosses it in the back.
"So you're suddenly miss build things?" Artie asks once Rachel's driving.
"Well Becky asked. How could I say no?"
"True, I guess," Artie agrees. "I'm thinking of getting my own car."
"It's a nice thing to have."
"The only problem is that it's definitely going to need some extra work done."
"Makes sense," Rachel says.
"Wanna help?"
"Really?" Rachel questions.
"We need to hang out more," Artie replies.
"True."
"And me having my own transportation will help with that," Artie explains.
"If you're sure."
Artie nods, but realizes Rachel can't see him as she drives. "I do."
"All right."
"Awesome," Artie says. "I still need to find the right car, so it might be a while."
"Still," Rachel says. "It'll be fun."
"I think so."
Rachel pulls into Artie's driveway. She jumps out and puts his chair next to the car and then watches as he maneuvers himself into it.
"Thanks for the ride," Artie tells her.
"Thank you for coming over," Rachel replies.
Artie smiles. "Night Rachel."
Rachel climbs back into her car and waits until Artie is inside his house before reversing out of the driveway.
…
Sunday, Becky and Charlie show up with bagels, coffee and fruit. Smiling, Rachel grabs the black coffee and the fruit. They eat quietly at the table and Rachel resists the urge to ask how the date went. Though judging by the smiles on both their faces, Rachel is guessing it went well.
Afterwards, they head out to the back yard to finish the hugging machine. Charlie grabs the directions and they begin working on the headrest, the final part before assembling the whole thing.
…
"Well that does it," Rachel announces as she attaches the air mattress to the Velcro.
"Awesome-sauce," Charlie says. "Can I try it out?"
"That's the whole point, right?"
Charlie lays down, placing his face on the headrest.
"Okay."
Rachel pulls the mattress tight around Charlie and Becky fastens the Velcro until he's held firmly in place.
"So?" Becky asks after a moment.
"It works," he hisses. "Wow, that is some serious pressure."
"That's the point," Becky tells him.
"I know," he replies. "But, whoa, didn't expect it, I guess. Em's going to love it."
"Good," Rachel smiles.
Becky looks at her watch. "It's only two, can we take it over to Charlie's now?"
"I don't see why not," Rachel replies. "Let me just attach the trailer to my car and we can bring it over. Whose home at your house?"
"Uh, my dad," Charlie replies. "They're usually off on Sundays, but mom was given so overtime, so she had to work."
"Oh. Okay. And Emily, right?"
Charlie nods.
"So she'll be able to try it out," Becky says.
Charlie nods again.
"Okay, good."
…
Because Charlie called his dad while Rachel was attached the trailer, they're expected. Which is why they're greeted by both his dad and his sister.
Despite knowing what to expect, Rachel still finds it a bit odd to hear the twenty-one year old in front of her speak in succulent and very simple sentences. Though from what she understands this is a rather recent development; up until a year ago, communication with Emily involved mostly gestures and sign language.
After introductions are made, Charlie's dad, who insists Rachel that call him Greg, helps Rachel bring the machine into the house. They set it up in the living room so Emily can immediately try it out.
"Well?" Greg asks her.
"Good. Okay?" Emily tells him.
"Yeah it is," Charlie chimes in. "It goes tighter, too, sis."
"Okay."
"Want me to make it tighter?" Charlie asks.
"Yes."
Charlie undoes the Velcro as Rachel and Greg push the mattress together a little bit more. He reattached it and Emily lets out a sigh of contentment.
"Oookaaaaay."
"That's a good sign," Greg says. He turns to Rachel. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Rachel nods and follows him into the kitchen.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," Greg says.
"I'm glad that it seems to be so successful."
"We want to move Emily into a group home in the next year or two and I know she's anxious about it. I think this will really help."
"Good. Charlie seemed really concerned."
Greg smiles. "Yeah, he worries about his big sister."
"It's nice."
"How much do I owe you?" Greg asks.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, all that had to cost money," Greg explains. "Plus your time, of course."
"Uh… You actually paid for all the materials," Rachel replies.
"What?"
"Charlie said you and your wife knew about it," Rachel continues. "He ordered a few things online, like the mattress, with your credit card. And then yesterday he shows up at my house with a hundred dollars for the rest of the materials, which we got at Home Depot."
"Oh."
"I apologize," Rachel says. "I guess I should have tried to speak with you or your wife, but I trust Becky and she said it was fine."
"Becky," Greg calls. "Could I talk with you for a minute?"
Becky appears a moment later.
"Um, who paid for all of this?"
"You did. Well, technically we used Kelly's credit card. But we showed her what we were ordering and why."
"And the cash?" Rachel asks.
"Kelly gave us that before she went to work yesterday," Becky explains.
"Oh."
"Did she not tell you?" Becky asks Greg. "I'm sorry. I guess, I should have said something--"
"It's been a particularly busy month," Greg replies. "With school starting and all that. I'm sure Kelly just forgot to tell me."
"Oh. Okay."
Greg turns to Rachel. "Well, at least let me pay you for your time."
"No thank you," Rachel says. "It's really not necessary."
"I insist."
"I insist as well," Rachel replies. "Any money you give me, I'm just going to give to Charlie."
"Well you have to let me do something," Greg continues.
"I did this because Becky asked," Rachel replies. "It's really not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?"
"I'm glad I could help," Rachel continues.
Greg sighs. "Well, will you at least accept my sincere thanks? And from my wife as well?"
"Of course," Rachel nods. "I'm just glad that Emily seems to like it."
"Like it?" Emily says as she follows Charlie into the kitchen. "Okay."
"Good," Rachel says. "And I'll be happy to help with anything that needs to be readjusted or fixed."
"Thanks, Rachel," Becky says.
part two