Author's Note: Hi! I'm still getting the hang of writing fanfiction so please review :) Constructive criticism is welcome :) I know the chapter's short and kind of choppy but as I said, I'm still getting the hang of this. It's Christmas as I write this so Happy Christmas :D
Please notify me if there's any grammar errors or anything...
Your reviews will be really helpful in my decision to continue this or not, I have the general outline out and everything but I'm just not sure...
Disclamer: All rights go to whomever owns them. I don't own Glee, however I do own the OC's
Rachel shot out of bed at precisely 6:00 am, ready for her morning routine. After chugging down her banana and flax-seed protein shake she hopped onto her elliptical and worked out until it was time to get ready. While in the shower she happily hummed and sang a few bars of her current favorite song. When she was done she settled on a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie, with her hair up in a high ponytail and held back by an elastic headband. When she arrived at school she found a few of her teammates waiting by her locker.
"Hey guys," she smiled.
"Hey Rach," Hannah smiled. "We were just talking about tomorrow's game against Carmel."
"I can't wait to beat them; they're assholes in both glee club and volleyball" she hissed. Carmel was their main rival in her opinion. Her teammates laughed, they were used to the fact that she was in glee club even if it meant that she was practically at the bottom of the social ladder. But being on the volleyball team and being one of their best players saved her from that. They continued to chat about simple things when the hallway suddenly quieted, cueing the arrival of the Unholy Trinity. The head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray, quickly cast her eyes over to their group before averting her gaze forward.
"Did you hear that they want the cheerleaders to perform at our games?" Hanna asked as Rachel continued to stare at Quinn's retreating figure.
"They what?" Sarah, a tall blonde sophomore, squeaked. "Why?"
"That actually sounds kinda nice," Rachel smirked. Her whole team knew about the big ol' crush she had on one Quinn Fabray.
"I don't know, supposedly it will bring more people to watch which means more money for Figgins. Coach Sylvester isn't happy about it either." The bell rang before they could discuss further. "I'll see you guys at lunch, yeah?" The rest of their team agreed and said goodbye.
She opened her locker and quickly shoved in her gym bag and grabbed her Spanish 2 textbook before walking to class. This was her favorite class considering the fact that she got to sit next to Quinn Fabray, who was already sitting in her seat. Although, she normally ignored her she couldn't ignore her during partner work which happened at least once a week. Mr. Schuester didn't have the brains to be able to teach his class so he tried to make his own students teach each other.
"Hi Quinn," she smiled, taking her seat. Mr. Schue was, once again, late. He was most likely canoodling with Ms. Pillsbury.
"Berry," she smiled. "Did you hear that the cheerios have to perform at your stupid games?"
"You just don't want to admit that you'll finally be able to fulfill your wish of seeing me play," she laughed.
"I'd rather die," she replied. Mr. Schuester walked in and quickly began his "lesson" without any partner work to Rachel's disappointment.
The rest of the day went by uneventfully along with glee club. Honestly, she had the best voice in glee club, but she saw no point in fighting for the solos. She left that fight to Santana, Mercedes, and Kurt. Volleyball practice kind of sucked considering they had to run four liners due to missed serves, but it was the best part of her day. She was so ready for tomorrow's game.
The next day during Spanish Quinn had asked if she was nervous for the game.
"No way, in fact I can't wait."
"Even though you know that I'm literally going to be watching every move you make?" The relationship between Quinn and Rachel was rather interesting. They continuously teased each other, but from their friends point of view it looked like flirting. Quinn always yelled at Santana for the comments about her and Rachel but Brittany just thought it was cute. "And if you make a mistake I'll never let you live it down?"
Rachel gulped at this. That might actually be a problem for her, but hopefully she be on her game tonight, because she had to beat Carmel. "Yep," she shrugged, trying to play it cool, even though now she was quaking in her boots.
"We'll see about that," Quinn smirked.