So I am revamping this fanfic! The thing is I wasn't updating because I honestly didn't feel so into it anymore but since I`ve made a few changes here and there I decided to continue updating on a regular basis. So I leave you with the chapters I have changed and hope you approve. For all of you that waited so patiently for updates thank you and I promise to update once every week! Disclaimer: I dont anything except my imagination.
During Glee practice, Rachel could feel someone intently glaring at her and it was making her very uncomfortable to the point of paranoia. She fidgeted in her seat and looked nervously behind her only to lock eyes with Santana Lopez, the aggressive alpha female of Mckinley High. The look on the Latina's face could be described as a sort of constipated, as if she was taking a really hard test, or secretly plotting to murder Rachel with her pom poms. Then again she would probably be smiling that overtly devilish half-smirk of hers if it was the later. Rachel quickly looked away, deciding to ignore the fiery Latina for the duration of Glee practice, self-preservation and what not.
Thing is Santana was making it increasingly difficult to ignore her by nudging Rachel`s chair with her foot and clearing her throat several times. She heard Kurt ask her if she needed water, but the Cheerio had said no before tapping her foot against Rachel's chair more forcefully. Rachel was getting increasingly frustrated and pulled her chair a couple of inches away from Santana's persistent foot. Only to have the Cheerio sigh with annoyance and lean towards her, Rachel`s hands instinctively shooting up to cover her nose.
"Berry we need to talk," Santana whispered into Rachel`s ear.
Rachel contemplated telling her no before realizing that Santana wasn't asking her, but demanding her and the Latina could be quite vindictive if you didn't do as she said. So Rachel simply nodded in affirmation, dreading the end of practice. Mr. Shue gave out a new assignment, Change, and Rachel couldn't help but applaud Mr. Shue`s choice earning her a bewildered smile from Shue and a confused look from the rest of New Directions. Mr. Shue dismissed the club, and Rachel stayed back watching as everyone slipped out of the room until only Noah, Santana and Rachel remained.
Santana walked up to Noah and started whispering, waving her hands around before pointing to herself and then Rachel. Rachel saw Noah shake his head before sitting back down and crossing his arms defiantly. She could hear "Looking at her like you have to take a big shit", before Santana scowled and proceeded to kick Noah in his right knee, making Noah yell out and Santana smile. Rachel could make out, "Lopez, the fuck you hit me for," and "I fucking told you to get the fuck out Puckerman!" Rachel giggled, as Noah stood up and left the room but not before tossing Santana a glare and nodding at Rachel.
She smiled at him before turning towards the Cheerio who had the same constipated look as before and was walking towards her with her hands clenched into fist. "Look Santana, anything but the nose." Rachel said, raising a hand protectively.
"What? No Berry," Santana replied, hiding a smirk. "I'm not going to hit you Rachel." Rachel sighed with relief, putting her hand back down and standing up straighter. "I was actually going to say thank you," Santana continued, "For what you did at Sectionals. You defended me and Brit even though everyone else was quick to blame us. I really appreciate that."
Rachel nodded, "I know Brittney and you love Glee club to much to throw us under the bus, even though your loyalty truly lies with Coach Sylvester."
"True," Santana said," I just wanted to say that I know I'm a class A bitch but I don't forget, so from now on you can consider yourself my friend." She emphasized the word "friend" with a smile that instantly lit up the Latina's face, making her seem nice, friendly even.
"Thank you, I suppose."
"You're Welcome"
"So..."
Still reeling from her encounter with Santana, Rachel walked towards her locker and worked on the lock, taking one look behind her before reaching into her locker for her books and homework. She felt a tap on her shoulder and instantly grew stiff, hoping to baby Jesus that it wasn't a jock with a slushie in hand, dry-cleaning wasn't cheap. She was contemplating whether to turn around or make a quick exit, when a deep voice whispered into her ear. "Hey Rachel." She sighed with relief and relaxed, recognizing the voice. Rachel turned with a blinding smile to greet Finn.
"Hello Finn, are you finally willing to speak to me or-" Rachel was cut short by the chunks of blueberry slushie making their way down her face and into her shirt. Rachel looked down in shock to see her favorite white silk shirt, a birthday present from her daddy, ruined forever by a huge blue stain and back up at Finn, who was wearing a vengeful look on his face and an empty slushie cup in hand. Behind them a group of jocks and cheerios were laughing. This had to be a mistake, Finn Hudson, her supposed soul mate had not dowsed her with a slushie. She could feel tears threatening to slip out and willed herself to not show weakness, willed herself to not break down right then and there.
She could feel them looking at her, waiting to see her reaction. She tried to walk past them but a jock pushed her back and another grabbed the ends of her hair pulling them hard, making her bite her lip in pain. The jocks had her surrounded, taking a step backwards her back hit her locker door and she tried not to cry out. She looked up desperately at Finn, silently begging him to let her walk away but he turned away, walking down the hallway.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" came an outraged female voice from outside the circle and a path cleared to show a pissed Santana with Brittney in tow. She walked towards Rachel and pulled her protectively by her side, while Brittney walked up to stand at Rachel's other side. "Are you guys that seriously fucked up that you beat up on someone who can hardly defend herself against half the football team?"
"It's like kicking a puppy." Brittney added, grabbing for Rachel's hand and holding it firmly as Santana scattered the football players. Rachel looked on in wonder as the Latina defended her, going as far as to kick a football player in the shin. "Don't worry Rach, San will make it all better."
"What the fuck?" came an outraged voice as Noah, made his way through the crowd that had formed around the spectacle. Rachel glanced up and met his eyes, anger clearly evident. "What prick did this to you"
Rachel could feel the tears starting up once again as the scene replayed over and over again in her mind. The look of complete resolve in Finn's eyes as he emptied the cup all over her, as if he needed to do this, to prove himself. This wasn't like when he had to slushie Kurt, no this was cold, unfeeling, and it pained Rachel like a knife wound to the heart. She doubled over and quietly sobbed, not caring who saw her, not caring about the whispers that surrounded her. She had never felt this betrayed, never this utterly alone.
"Rach, come on let's get you out of here," She heard Santana whisper before tugging at Rachel's hand. Brittney wrapped a comforting hand around her shoulders as they walked towards the exit. Rachel turned her head to see a stony Noah, watching them go.
"Never again," she whispered to herself. Never again would she let Finn humiliate her, let anyone humiliate her.
"Never again,"
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