"I was talking to Brit and Santana," Rachel spoke as we walked through the halls.
"That's never a good thing." I interrupted. I wasn't interested in what Berry had to say. Most of what left her mouth was about Glee Club, or Finn, or Glee Club. Truthfully, the girl could bore me to death. Brit and Santana weren't exactly conversational geniuses, either. Santana spoke mainly of sex, and boys, and sex. And Brittany was just... Brittany!
"Anyway," The perky brunette was quick to brush off my interruption, like always, and she continued even though she could tell I clearly didn't want her to. "They pointed something out to me, and although normally they speak of nothing but nonsense, I found it fascinating."
"Where are you going with this, Man-hands?" I huffed, hurrying down the school steps. I kind of hoped she would fall behind; get lost in the crowd of desperate-to-get-home students. A confused sound escaped her throat, and as I imagined her to have tilted her head like a lost puppy, I sighed. "Does this fascinating story of yours have a point? I have places to be; better things to do."
"Oh..." Rachel let out a soft, skin-chilling breath. Just the sound of her exhale caused the hairs on the back of my neck to prick up. After a moment, she finally spoke, knocking her tone a pitch higher as she squealed in that awful girly excitement, "We've kissed!"
For the first time since she'd approached me, I stopped, spinning around to face the well known misfit. Her tiny body nearly crashed directly into mine, and I clutched my needed books close to my chest, looking away uncomfortably. "What are you talking about?" I demanded in a hushed tone. Rachel had practically screamed her words, and I knew the people nearest to us were getting curious. Besides her voice, attracting attention was Rachel's biggest talent. "I think I would remember if we had kissed." And that, I would. Her lips were beautiful. I've occasionally found myself envying the boys of Glee Club, simply for having the privilege of kissing them.
"No, no. We haven't actually kissed, but if you think about it..." She started to ramble, and I watched as she cutely over used her hand expressions, trying to explain her mad theory. "You've kissed Finn, and I've kissed Finn. You've kissed Puck, and..."
"We haven't kissed!" I stopped her rudely, even though part of me was enjoying her adorable ways. I looked at her with my piercing hazel eyes; her face completely level with mine, thanks to being a step higher than myself. It was an odd feeling, considering she was normally a foot shorter than me. Midget. I couldn't help but let my hues explore her features, falling down to focus on her lips; finding myself imagine what it would be like if we - Oh, God. What am I thinking? I spun around on the ball of my foot, and continued to hurry down the last few steps. Unfortunately, I knew the girl was keeping up; just one foot behind, no matter how much I quickened my pace. I could hear her quietly mumbling things, though I couldn't quite hear what she was saying over the top of shuffling feet, slamming lockers, and noisy conversations from the eagerly leaving teenagers. At the end of the corridor, the two large doors were fixed wide open; and as it was nearing the middle of December, the bitter winter air was drifting through the narrow hallway. I found myself shivering as we grew closer to the exit. Sue reached the highest level of bitch for making us wear our Cheerio uniforms in this type of weather. All I had for warmth was my own arms, wrapping themselves tighter around my own slim waist as it grew colder; and I wasn't in the best of moods because of it. "Are you planning on walking me all the way to my car, or is there even more you would like to add to this useless conversation?"
"I, I -" Rachel stuttered. It was hard for me not to turn around and demand the girl to speak; knock the words out of her, if necessary. But I felt it would be a little more friendly of me if I held back my impatience. After all, since I had joined Glee, I was a much nicer person to those that were less popular than myself. I saw things from their eyes; took a walk in their shoes. Even more so, after I had fallen pregnant with Beth. Glee Club were the only kids at McKinley that accepted me; pregnant and all. Everyone in that class had become a second family to me. Rachel included. If anything, I would consider her a friend. Somewhat, at least. She could still be that annoying drama queen that I wanted to punch in the face every once in a while. Like, right now, for instance. I started to walk at a slower pace; allowing her to catch up to my side. I started to regret my decision as she began glancing over at me every two seconds. "I was just wondering, maybe, if you wouldn't mind driving me home?" She must have predicted my next question, and she continued before I could even speak. "My dads are stuck at work, and Finn is hanging out with Puckerman. I have no other option, besides paying for transport. It's nearly Christmas, you know. I may be Jewish, but Finn is expecting presents, and I'm not the richest Jew in the world. Not yet, at lea-"
"Rachel!" I nearly screamed, stopping right before we reached the doorway. "You need to control your rambling; keep it down to a minimum, before you drive me completely insane. Please." After letting out a calming sigh, and breathing in a relaxing breath, I looked over to the doe-eyed brunette. My tone was much more gentle this time round. "I'll give you a ride. But, no talking. For once." She smiled her famous bright smile, and gave a simple nod in my direction. As childlike as it was, I found it adorable as she pretended to zip her lips and hand me the key. I shook my head, muffling back a giggle, before walking out into the beautiful – unfortunately freezing – winter weather.
"You look fre-" She began to speak, but quickly remembered our deal. She bit down on her plumped bottom lip as I shot her a look. A subtle smile tugged up at the corner of my mouth – once I'd turned my head, of course. To let the girl know she had the ability to make me smile, especially after I had threatened to punch her in the face on several occasions... She'd tease me about it until the end of time. I managed to walk a couple more steps before I turned to look at her yet again; this time, because I'd felt a warm cotton cover my bare shoulders. Rachel, now dressed in one less piece of clothing, had carefully draped her red knitted cardigan around me. I had to admit, despite the repulsive only-worn-by-old-people vibe, I was enjoying the little warmth the material had to offer. It was no match for the ice cold breeze, but it helped. Not to mention, Rachel's scent lingered strongly on the soft item, and I was in paradise every time I breathed a small amount of it in.
"Thank you." I mumbled silently. My eyes were still locked with hers, and her dainty hands were still placed lightly on my shoulders. Though, as I reached to pull the cardigan further around my body, her hands slowly slipped away. For whatever reason, the disappearance of her touch bothered me. I could convince myself it was the body heat that I missed, but I didn't see much point in bothering. "The car is just over here," I stated a little louder than my previous words. I knew the girl was unable to reply, thanks to my new rule, so I simply began walking, instead of waiting for her beautiful voice to speak. "It'll be warmer." Now, I was simply talking to myself. I would never say it out loud, but - I think I was beginning to miss her fast-paced talking. It had been a matter of minutes, and her usually annoying rambles were becoming a necessity. I needed them; wanted them. But instead, I replaced them with my own. "Once we're inside, you can take back your grandmas sweater. I wouldn't want you to freeze, especially since you're in just about as much clothing as I am." I could hear an almost inaudible chuckle behind me, but I was too caught up in my little speech to take too much notice. "I mean, at least I have an excuse. Sue Sylvester. But, you... Why would you wear such a..." I searched for the right word, and as I let my mind deal with the puzzlement, my body took to opening the car door for the other female. I watched as her small body slid in to the passenger seat, before walking round to the drivers side, and taking my place behind the wheel. "Such a typical Rachel Berry outfit? It's on the verge of snowing, and you're parading around in a t-shirt and a high waisted skirt!" I took a deep breath. Rambling was, well. Kind of exhausting. "I think, maybe, you should do the talking."
"I don't object." Rachel sweetly chuckled, "You're a lousy talker." I rolled my eyes and put the keys in the ignition, listening as the engine began to roar. After my cherry red car woke from its sleep, metaphorically speaking, I twisted the heat to the highest level and patiently waited for the warmth to kick in. Slowly but surely, being cold was no longer an issue. I started to shrug the cardigan away from my shoulders. "No, keep it. My grandma would want you to have it," The female besides me joked. This time, muffling back my giggle was merely impossible, and a soft laughter fell from my lips.
"Your grandma seems very generous. Tell her I said thanks," I glanced down to the old fashioned item, before looking back to Rachel with a playfully disgusted look on my face. "I think."
