Title: The Little Things (liable to change) [Chapter 1]
Main Characters: Rachel, Santana, Brittany, Quinn
Secondary Characters: Finn, Puck, Sam
Pairings: Various, including: Rachel/Finn, Brittany/Santana, Quinn/Santana, Brittany/Finn, Rachel/Puck
Rating: No sex scenes. Possible language, mainly English... is that as funny as it sounded in my head?
Summery: Rachel Berry always used to wish her life was different, then one day it was.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me
Word count: 559
Note: All POV's remain the same, until otherwise indicated. For example, this chapter has several line breaks, however the POV remains the same.
So, I've had this on my mind for a while now, and hopefully I'll be able to make it as good as it is in my head. I probably won't, but I'll try damn hard. So, this is based after season 2, just days into the summer holidays. In terms of relationships, and friendships, everything season 1 and 2 happened, however season 3 is a no go. Do note however that anything confirmed in season 3, such as The Unholy Trinity friendship, will apply. Also, I apologize in advance for any errors, especially to do with tenses. I always have trouble with my present and past tense, I'm never sure which I should be writing in...it makes everything so much more difficult.
Chapter 1
Rachel
I couldn't help but smile as I looked around the room. We may have lost, it may have been partly my fault, and everyone, especially Santana, may be mad at me. But at this specific moment in time, there was no hate, only happiness, and I couldn't stop the toothy grin that captured my face if I tired. School had broken up only three days ago, and I, as captain of the Glee Club, decided that we needed to learn from the previous summer. What I mean is, last summer we broke up friends, and then didn't see each other. So school came back around, and all we did was fight. This year I'm determined for us to retain what we have. We've only a year left, well, most of us anyway, me especially- and I'm determined to win...I'm determined enough for all of us.
As soon as the bell rang, signifying the end of the day, I had immediately blocked the doorway and announced my thoughts, and whilst it didn't turn out exactly how I had envisioned, it doesn't seem so bad now...of course that could be because I am totally wasted...again...so much so that my vocabulary isn't exactly up to its usual standard. Anyway, to most of the Glee Club, hear: all, when I suggested bonding exercises over the summer, all they heard was party, which somehow ended up at mine, again. Thank The Lord that my dads are out of town for the summer.
I stumbled backwards to a wall, and slid down it onto the floor. I giggled momentarily when I hiccupped, then took a look around. I didn't think much of my surroundings at first, and it looked like everyone was happy, but something made me look closer. Upon deeper inspection I could see more. I could hear the happiness in the voices of Kurt and Blaine, as they drunkenly sung on the stage. What they were singing, is far beyond recognition. I could see that Puck was having a great time with Finn, but the sting of Lauren dumping him was still present. I saw the nervousness between Mercedes and Sam, as they danced with Mike and Tina. Then Brittany and Artie across the room, laughing. Brittany was happy, she was sad; she was confliction, whilst Artie was sending out gleeful; pun not intended, vibes, but I could see they were more than that, they were darker, and if I had missed his glance to the side, I would never have had a chance to see why. Parallel to me, on the other side of the room, but against the same wall, sat Santana and Quinn. The only two who weren't even pretending to be happy. Santana sat, head in her hands, I could feel the misery, the sadness, the loneliness reverberating off her; And Quinn sat closely next to her, I felt similar readings, and I never once missed the anger that she sent towards Artie. I didn't understand it at that moment, and I never thought for a second, that I soon would.
I felt my head nodding forward, and with one last glance across the room, I closed my eyes. The last thing I saw, Santana lifting her head, tears clear in her eyes, with Quinn pulling her head to her chest. Final thought, when did they become so close?