Pretty Reckless a Glee fic.
Disclaimer: No matter how I like to boast that I do, I sadly do not own Glee. However I do own my laptop, my imagination and this storyline. ;)
This idea came to me out of no where and before I knew it, I had typed all this up. So just posting it on here to test the waters and depending on the response I get, I may continue writing more. Takes place directly after Quinn's "3 weeks ago you said that you were disappointed because I didn't have a lizard baby." Mr Schue is currently absent, off out galavanting around the school somewhere; you know how it is. ;) I don't know if anybody else noticed, but Santana and Rachel seemed to be sat by each other more often than usual in the previous episode, and I don't know if I've finally become so desperate for some Pezberry that my minds hallucinating, but I could have sworn they shared a look! (Did you see their faces, along with Mercedes's when Puck was singing to Lauren? Ohmygod 'Left alone with big fat, fatty!' Major Lol!) And then Santana smiling and singing along when Rachel was singing Firework? (Ohmygod, how awesome was Lea Michele?) and then when they were at breadstix, practically sat next to each other when the Warblers were performing, did you see Santana looking across at Rachel and smiling? I was like 'Hell yeah!'. I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Pezberry and I'm hoping and praying on the day Ryan wakes up and see's how friggin' awesome the two are and decides to dedicate a whole episode to the awesomeness that is Pezberry! But first, I'd like Pucklberry to reunite... permanently. A girl can dream, right?
P.S; Major thumbs up to you guys who knows where I got my title from! Wanna know what it was going to be originally? 'New beginnings with a pinch of salt' please do not ask about the title, I seriously don't know where it came from. However, I was jammin' to the best song EVER (PR - Just Tonight) and it jumped at me. Will fill eventually though! Also warning: contains major spoilers for Glee season 2, the back 9 episodes. There will be tons of profanties, and later on lemons. So definitely an M! Also characters are going to OOC! Okayy, I'm done!
Anyway I'll stop ranting now and let you get on with reading. ;)
Chapter 1 - Verbal smackdown.
Rachel watched as Santana rushed out of the choir room and she couldn't help but feel sorry the girl. That alone was strange considering all the torture that said girl had put her through over the years, but Rachel had been brought up better than to harbour ill feelings, especially to a girl who was so obviously troubled. That irked her. She wanted so desperately to just push all thoughts of her fellow Glee clubber aside, after all she didn't want to bring attention to herself. But she couldn't help the tiny pull of guilt she felt in her stomach; Santana had looked so sad and broken, the look didn't suit the fierce Latina, but what could she do about it? Biting her lip, she decided to just let it go until she heard a booming laugh from beside her.
"The bitch finally got what was coming to her." Lauren sneered, a smug grin tugging at her lips.
"Hey! Don't talk about Santana like that, she isn't as bad as you all think she is!" Brittany suddenly said from her spot on Artie's lap, staring wide-eyed up at Lauren. "She isn't always mean, she tries to be nice!" she protested weakly, hating that someone was being mean to one of her best friends.
"Oh shut it, Blondie. Your too dumb to realise what a bitch she is." Lauren spat back, the tone of her voice causing Brittany to flinch and bury her head in Artie's shoulder. As Artie began rubbing Brittany's back soothingly, Rachel noticed that the bubbly blonde's shoulders were shaking and she couldn't help but match the glare that Artie was currently shooting at their newest member of New Directions as with everybody else in the club. When she saw that no one was going to come to Brittany's defence, her blood boiled and she rose from her chair abruptly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she shouted, placing both of her hands on her hips as she glared heatedly at Lauren. "Don't you dare talk to Brittany like that when all she's doing is trying to defend her friend, which is much more than I can say for Santana's other 'supposed' friends," she paused to glare purposely at Quinn. "And as for the rest of you, you should be ashamed of yourselves! You're all actually going to sit back and allow her to talk to Brittany like that?" she demanded furiously as walked over to see if the blonde was alright.
"Oh zip it, Manhands. Brittany's a big girl, she can take care of herself." Quinn said dismissively, only fuelling Rachel's anger more. Meanwhile, outside the choir room Santana was listening to everything and was about to storm back into the room to give Quinn a piece of her mind, only to stop when Rachel's voice stopped her, shocking her.
"God Quinn, why are you always such an uptight bitch?" Rachel screamed in frustration, causing gasps to echo throughout the choir room at her outburst. "You've pushed Santana away, I'm sure Brittany is on her way and soon enough, I fucking hope anyway, everyone else will realise what a horrible person you really are and then you'll be left all on your own! You know what, Quinn?" Rachel sneered the name in disgust. "You're a fucking hypocritical, self-centred bitch! You don't deserve to have Santana and Brittany's friendship, they're better off without you poisoning them!" she hissed, her fists clenched at her sides. "And as for the rest of you? I'm ashamed; we're supposed to look out for one another, not allow this to happen!"
Before Quinn or anyone else could defend themselves, a thunderous voice cut them off effectively. "Damn straight, you fools heard my diva! You all should be embarrassed. You call this club a team?" Mercedes scoffed, standing at Rachel's side and placing a hand on her hip. "I call it a flippin' joke! We all go on and on about how we're like a family, but when push comes to shove, nowt gets done about this bullshit that's always happening." she turned her ice-cold glare on Quinn before continuing. "And you! What'n the hell happened to the girl I let stay at my house last year? Ever since you put that uniform back on, you've turned into a bitch again. Even worst than last year. You're no friend of mine no more."
Quinn looked hurt for a moment, but as soon as it was there it was gone and replaced with her 'I-don't-give-a-shit-smile'. "Whatever."
"Once you all decide to remove your heads from Quinn's ass, we'll be back." Rachel said, turning on her hell and heading to the door.
"Until then, we're outtie." Mercedes added, following after Rachel before both girls came to a stop and looked back around. "Britt, Abrams, you two comin'?" Mercedes questioned.
"We need to wait for Mr Schue to get back, he's gone to get some music sheets for us." Artie smiled, his eyes thanking them for sticking up for Brittany. Both girls nodded and continued out of the classroom, shoving past a confused Mr Schue. As the girls rounded the corned, they came face-to-face with a tearful Santana.
"Thank you so much for what you guys did back in there." she sobbed, suddenly flinging herself at the two diva's and wrapping an arm around each of them. Rachel and Mercedes shared a look of confusion over Santana's head before awkwardly patting the Latina on her back until she finally pulled back. "I know you probably didn't mean to stick up for me, but what you did for Britt was really cool. Thank you for looking out for her when I couldn't." she mumbled before turning on her heel and walking off, only to be called back by Rachel.
"Santana! I meant what I said in there, you really are better off without Quinn. You deserve better than that poor excuse of a friend. I know you don't like me much, or at all," she amended. "But it's obvious you're suffering at the moment, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm here if you would like to confide in me about it." she finished with a weak smile.
"How can you say that?" Santana snapped, storming back up to Rachel. "How can you be so nice to me when all I've ever done is be a huge bitch to you?" her voice was much softer.
"Because I've been brought up to not hold grudges Santana, and you look like you could use a... friend." Rachel finished lamely, tensing for Santana's attack.
"You'd really be friends with me after everything I've done to you?" she whispered, her face written in shock and her tone disbelieving.
"I'd like to be friends with you, Santana." Rachel confirmed, a smile playing at her lips.
"Me too; I don't know 'bout you, but I'm done with all this constant hatin'." Mercedes grinned, offering out a hand to Santana in truce. Santana looked between the two diva's, who had only recently became friends thanks to their mutual friend Kurt, her mouth hanging in shock before a large grin spread across her ace as she pounced on them both, once again pulling them into a hug. "Damn girl, your scarin' me." Mercedes teased, pulling back with a grin matching the other two females.
"Thank you, it means a lot." Santana whispered with a small smile, slowly transforming into a smirk and just like that she looked like herself. "So whats us bitches doing?"
"What do you mean?" Rachel inquired, her face masking in confusion.
"Well I don't know about you two, but I sure as hell ain't going back in there when I'm feeling like this. I might just tear Quinn's head off and feed it to Lauren." she smirked proudly when both Rachel and Mercedes couldn't hold back their laughter, Rachel even biting her lip to refrain from doing so. "Btw Berry, you totally tore her a new one..."
The three girls gossiped and laughed about what had occurred previously in the choir room; both Santana and Mercedes were proud that Rachel had finally grown a backbone and defended herself, even going as far as to call her a badass. Santana repeatedly thanked them for defending herself and Brittany to which they both shrugged off, and Rachel thanked Mercedes for having her back when no one else did. It goes without saying that the three girls turned heads as they walked towards the auditorium giggling amongst themselves, but none of them paid attention to the gapes they were receiving. Each of them were shocked and surprised at the sudden friendship and how easy it felt, not at all awkward, but each of them also welcomed and embraced it. Meanwhile back in the choir room, Quinn was furious.
"Just who in the hell does she think she is talking to me like that?" Quinn fumed. "I'm Quinn-freaking-Fabray; most popular girl in this school and she's just a loser freak with hands the size of my Uncle Billy's!" she spat as she paced back and fourth, ignoring Sam's attempts to calm her down. "She will pay for this, I swear to God now she-" her rant was cut off by a small voice.
"Actually Quinn, you're not on the Cheerio's no more." Brittany chirped as she slung her bag over her shoulder and rose to her feet.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Quinn snapped, stopping her pacing and glaring at the other blonde.
"What she's trying to say is that since you're not in the squad no more, you're back to being a loser like the rest of us." Artie supplied with an innocent smirk playing on his lips, revelling in the surge of confidence that rocketed through his body as he, wheelchair bound loser Artie Abrams, put Quinn Fabray in her place.
"Was that why I caught you making out with Finn in the hallway yesterday? Because you need his reputation to save yours?" Brittany said just as innocently, her eyes wide and innocent as she stared at Quinn before hearing the bell ring out signalling lunch and pushing Artie out of the room, leaving Quinn to explain herself.
"That's my girl and her brains don't always work!" Artie said teasingly, referring to how Brittany always said 'That's my man and his legs don't work' whenever Artie did something good.
"Is this true, Quinn?" Sam asked, hurt seeping in his voice and a pained expression tearing up his usually so happy face.
"No! She's lying! You can't seriously believe her? She doesn't know what she's talking about half the time!" Quinn defended, her cheeks flushed having been caught.
"Quinn!" It was now Finn's voice that spoke. "Don't lie to him, just tell him so we can finally be together!" he huffed, coming to stand at her side.
"I-I.. Sam, I-" Quinn stuttered, trying desperately to think up an excuse.
"Save it for someone who cares, Quinn. I'm done with this, I can't handle all this drama. Since I've moved here, it's like I've been living a freaking episode of Gossip Girl." Sam muttered, going to retrieve his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "You're welcome to her, man; you two deserve each other." he muttered to Finn before storming out the classroom.
The rest of the members looked around awkwardly before leaving Finn and Quinn to themselves.
"It's better this way, Quinn. You and me, remember?" Finn said putting an arm around Quinn's shoulders and pulling her to his side, his usual goofy grin etched on his face.
"Yeah, I know." Quinn said shakily. "Always." she agreed before reaching on her toes and pulling Finn into a kiss.
Fireworks... both their minds screamed as their lips touched.
So there's the first chapter. Sorry for any mistakes, they're all my own. Depending on the response I get, I'll look into getting a beta.
That's if you guys want me to continue of course...
Hit me with a review and lemme know what you think, would be much appreciated. ;)