Title: Dare You To Move
Rating: Just to be safe for future chapters I am rating this story M.
Pairings: Finn/Rachel, Rachel/Jessie, Quinn/Puck
This story is AU, so yes it is not like the show. I have nothing to do with Glee except for my story, I wish I did though so that I could hang out with the cast all the time!
Stomp, stomp, stomp. Slam.
Rachel glanced at her father over the top of her cup of coffee, watching while he glanced up at the roof where the noise was coming from before turning back to the newspaper in his hands. "What's wrong with her today?"
"Noah broke up with her." Rachel answered him, taking a bite of her bagel. "Or she broke up with him, I'm not sure."
Matthew Berry sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Again?"
Rachel smiled at him and grabbed her bag from the floor when she heard her sister stomping down the staircase per usual. She came into the kitchen wearing thick, dark shades that covered half of her face and wrinkled her nose at the food on the table. "Can we go?"
"Good morning to you as well, Quinny." Matthew teased.
Rachel didn't have to see her sister's eyes to know that they were currently rolling, "I'm ready."
Quinn snatched the keys from the nearby hook and stormed outside without another word, her short skirt rising dangerously high while she walked. Rachel forced a smile at her dad and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading outside to join Quinn in her convertible Mustang.
"You okay?" Rachel asked, chancing a glance over at her.
Quinn sighed in annoyance and backed out of the drive without answering. Rachel leaned her head back against the seat and glanced at the strange truck at Char's house directly across the street from her own house. Char was an elderly woman whom Rachel often visited with, her kids were grown and moved on and hardly ever visited her (probably because Char was a bit…outspoken).
Quinn's phone began playing a Britney Spears song and she quickly answered it, soon erupting into a round of giggles. Rachel tuned her out, it was probably just Santana talking about her latest escapade and she had heard enough about that to last her a lifetime. Rachel had been listening to Quinn and Santana talking about sex and putting down other girls since freshman year, hell she had even been involved in their conversations until three and a half years ago. That was when it all changed.
Rachel looked down at her own phone and sighed, ignoring all of the missed phone calls and messages. She didn't even know why it was necessary for her to have a phone anymore besides the fact that her dad made her take it with her everywhere, just in case she happened to get kidnapped and her kidnapper was too dumb to check her pockets.
Quinn whipped the car into the school parking lot and got out slowly, stretching her arms up above her head so that her tank top rose up and exposed her stomach to the group of football players that were hanging in the back of a huge black truck. The catcalls made Rachel want to slap them all.
"Hey Rachie." Noah Puckerman greeted, coming to lean against the red car and pretending not to see Quinn at all.
Rachel sent a nod in his direction before shouldering her bag and walking towards the school building, shooting a look back once she got to the door to catch Quinn and Puck pressed up against her car making out.
Noah Puckerman, known by everyone as Puck, is a man whore. Well…was a man whore. It's true, he was always very proud of his status and made it his own personal mission to sleep with every girl in the school until he graduated. He had come pretty close actually, that is until Quinn Fabray made her appearance as a freshman. Puck had set out just to tap the fresh meat but somehow he had managed to fall for her and resigned from his mission.
They weren't perfect, of course, but Noah really did love her and treat her well. The only problem the two of them had was that he liked looking at girls and Quinn liked fighting after she caught him looking.
Rachel shook her head and smiled a little before making her way into the school and fought through the crowd to get to her locker. Not too long after she got there and popped it open, someone leaned against the locker next to hers.
"I have something for you."
Rachel looked over and smiled when a cup of coffee was pushed in her face, she took it gratefully and beamed at the skinny boy in designer jeans who had given it to her. "Kurt, I love you."
"I know." He smiled back and the two of them started down the hall. "So has Mr-Baby-Face called you groveling yet?"
Rachel sighed and took a sip of her coffee, "Called, texted, e-mailed, sent roses, sent chocolates, sent a freakin sing-a-gram."
Kurt's jaw dropped a little in surprise and delight, looking forward and smiling to himself at the romance in it all. Rachel wagged her finger at him, "Nope, don't even think about how 'romantic' that sounds Hummel, the only reason he's doing all of this is because he screwed up big time – and got caught."
That seemed to remind Kurt and snap him back into the right mindset. "Do not even worry about it R, we are going to club it up and mingle and hook up and be the bad asses that I know we are."
Rachel laughed politely while secretly hoping he would wimp out about clubbing, as he always did at the last moment. Rachel just wasn't that comfortable having to use her fake ID to get into a club with old men trying to grind up on her and take her home. Instead, they usually ended up going to a party thrown by one of their high school friends, it seemed like there was a party every Friday night.
"What about your sister?"
"Let's not go there, okay?"
Kurt nodded silently and surprisingly did not bring it right back up. Rachel loved Kurt; he was her best friend and had been since their freshman year. They had been there for each other for birthdays, holidays, friendship days (yes, they celebrated that together!), break-ups, and other things that Rachel did not want to even think about right now.
Rachel went through the rest of the day per usual: she listened to teachers, talked to friends, laughed with Kurt, went off campus for lunch at a nearby Chinese restaurant, dragged through more classes and then went to cheerleading after school.
"Can I come over?" Kurt asked as they made their way to the parking lot together where Quinn waited with a couple of her friends, laughing loudly.
"Of course." Rachel told him, smiling and jumped in the back of the Mustang with him, straightening her cheering skirt after she got situated.
Quinn and her friends piled into the car with them and they took off, cranking the radio way up and singing as loud as they possibly could. It didn't take long to get to their house – roughly 20 minutes or so – and then everyone was piling out.
"Who is that?" Santana asked, causing everyone to stop and turn to look.
He was at Char's house, carrying in big U-Haul boxes that had been resting in the back of the truck that Rachel had noticed in front of her house earlier. Was Char okay, did she move out? Did this guy buy her house? The boy was maybe around their age or a little older, and he was tall. Then he looked up and saw four girls and one boy staring at him, he blinked and then held his hand up in a small wave before heading back inside.
"Oh gosh, he probably thinks we are total freaks for staring like that." Rachel laughed, shaking her head at Kurt who was biting his bottom lip as he stared at the house. "Lets go lover boy."
Kurt smiled devilishly at her before they turned and headed to the house. Right before dinner time all of their friends had to leave Rachel changed into sweats and a t-shirt before heading outside and across the street. She hesitantly held up her fist and knocked on the door, hoping beyond hope that Char was okay.
The door opened and she saw the boy from earlier, looking down at her. "Yeeesss?"
"I'm Rachel, from across the street. Um, I walk Pancakes?"
He frowned down at her and looked behind him, "Grandma?"
Char was sitting in her rocking chair like she usually did, fanning herself. "Don't be an ass then, let the girl in!"
Rachel bit back a smile and grabbed Pancakes leash from the hallway table before coaxing the dog from behind the couch and snapping the leash onto his collar. The boy looked surprised to see a dog appear out of nowhere, "Holy shit where did that come from?"
"Pancakes has anxiety problems," Rachel informed him, "He's not good around people he doesn't know so he'll hide the entire time."
Pancakes looked at the boy and nuzzled his nose into Rachel's stomach like a bashful toddler, she laughed and stroked his head before giving him a kiss. "Are you Char's grandson?"
"Oh, yeah sorry, I'm Finn." He replied, scratching his head at the dog. "I came to take care of her and…her dog I guess."
Rachel nodded and stood, "That's nice, I'm sure she'll love having you here."
Rachel and Finn both looked over at Char, who was staring hard at the t.v. and would randomly giggle even though it was not even on. She turned back to the boy, Finn, and nodded, "I better take him before it gets too late."
"Yeah, of course."
It took Rachel nearly five minutes to push and drag the dog out the front door, which was always the challenging part of the walk, and then they were good to go. The two of them got halfway down the block before she heard someone calling her name and she stopped to let Finn catch up with them.
"Hey." He said when he got to them, "Do you mind if I go with you guys? I'm going to go crazy being in there any longer."
Rachel scratched her forearm and nodded, handing him the leash. "You're stronger so you get the job of forcing him to walk when he starts to get stubborn."
Finn laughed and the two of them started walking, a disgruntled Pancakes waddling along behind them in defeat.
So I know there are a few maybe confusing parts of the story but they are going to be explained later in the story. Review and let me know how you like it so far, let me know your thoughts! Thanks all!