So... this kinda came out of nowhere as I was watching random Faberry videos on Youtube (cause that's how I spend my free time :P).
It's short and it sucks but… I'm gonna post it anyways.
A/N1: Don't own Glee.
A/N2: No Beta, ever, all mistakes are mine
Enjoy?
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"This whole school is about labels!"
Kurt sighed. "Ten bucks says we hear Rachel ranting as they come through that door."
"Oh fuck the damn labels."
All of the Glee club members' eyes widened. Not one of them had ever heard the diva swear before.
Recovering fastest, Mercedes shook her head. "Oh, hell no! I bet ten bucks that Quinn drags Rachel in by her hair for disagreeing with her."
"My reputation is the only thing I have at this point, Rachel."
Again, the Glee clubbers were shocked, this time by the fact that Quinn had actually used Rachel's given name and not one of the nicknames the head-cheerleader had created over the last three years.
"Nope, one of them is coming in here in tears. Ten bucks." Santana stated.
"That is a lie and you know it, Quinn. You're just too scared of losing that precious reputation to drop your bitchy façade and admit it."
"Damn, my Jewbro grew balls! I'm putting my money down on the fact that my Jewish American Princess and Baby Mama come in fighting." Puck's eyes glazed over as he pictured it, his mind changing it into the girls Turkish oil wrestling in their underwear.
"Explain to me then, Berry, what the hell I have outside of my reputation? Or what I'll have after this year at all besides maybe a job in real-estate?"
The voices were now getting closer. The Glee club quickly divided themselves between Kurt, Mercedes, Santana and Puck's bets; laying down their own money as they did so. Even Mr. Shuester had discreetly laid down ten dollars in favor of Kurt and Rachel ranting.
The only two members not to side with anyone were Mike and Brittany.
"I bet they'll come in making-out." Brittany stated. The whole room grew quiet as they turned to face the ditzy blonde.
Mike joined his fellow dancer and nodded. "I agree with her."
"You are crazy."
"Aw, there is no way in hell-"
"That is loco, my gay-dar would totally have been all up in their business if that were even a possibility."
"Baby, I think you've been served a bit too much of that chicken foot stew by your Grandma."
"The probabilities of that are highly unlikely."
All noise cut off as the group heard a bang against the lockers outside of the choir room.
Turning as the door was flung open, the Glee club watched as their HBIC and Diva Captain stumbled into the room.
Attached at the lips.
Flabbergasted, each person placed ten dollars into Brittany's hand as Mike ushered them out the door and away from the two occupied girls. The click of the door closing went unnoticed by Quinn and Rachel.
Finally, they pulled away from each other, when breathing became a serious issue.
"That is what." Rachel murmured, before being dragged back into kissing the other girl.
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So yeah… No idea where this came from. It just did. Thoughts?