Damn it! I am gleeking out! I hate Finnchel, but this idea can't be stopped! I am a firm Puckleberry lover, but this may come out Finnchel! I guess it could go either way...It's just...It doesn't feel Puckleberry...It feels too pansy to be Puckleberry...Oh Fuck it! I'm making it Puckleberry!
Chapter One: Disney.
(On Rachel)
Mr. Schuester walked into the choir room that day with purposeful strides. He walked in calmly, and directed his attention to the white board immediately.
Childhood. He scrawled.
"I think it's about time we stopped beating around the bush, sense you all keep trying to act like adults, I'm going to treat you like adults, right now." He said in his classic about-to-have-a-touching-lecture way. "When we first started this Glee Club, it was about doing our best, and forming friendships, and expressing ourselves through music. But as of lately you have all made it out to be something that needs to be cool. You've all been acting like immature children, while trying to act like adults. The stunt you all pulled at the assembly was bad, and then you were all going crazy with sex stuff, and I'm not saying you shouldn't be curious, but the way some of you treated the subject was immature and frankly vulgar. Now, after what happened last week, I've been feeling like we're back at square one. And if that's going to be the case, then I think you should all go back to square one too. I think you all need to appreciate that you're young, and more importantly I hope that this project will help you realize that part of being an adult is having gone through the growing up part of life." He clapped his hands and moved towards the white board again. "So this week the assignment is to find a Disney song that relates to how you feel now, and how you felt when you were younger." He said with finality.
"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel asked, raising her hand.
Will couldn't help but sigh. "Yes Rachel?" He replied begrudgingly.
"Well, it's not that I don't love this idea, because I really do, but, um, don't you think that some people might have a problem with this assignment? I mean not everyone can relate their lives to a Disney movie..." She trailed off, lowering her hand in a timid fashion that was very un-Rachel.
"I'm sure everyone will be able to complete the task to their best efforts, and that's all I'm asking." Rachel bit her lip like she wanted to say more, but she didn't.
"I like the idea." Tina piped up from the back row. "It'll be cute and care free." She smiled. After that everyone got to thinking, and soon everyone was discussing their choices.
"Maybe I should do the Bare Necessities?" Sam joked.
"I think I'll do I'll Make a Man out of You." Mercedes joined in.
"Hey Brittany, you could do Zero to Hero for your little cutie." Santana laughed.
"That's a great idea San." Brittany beamed.
"And what about you Santana?" Artie inquired, not too unkindly.
"Well, I think it's obvious that I'll be doing Poor Unfortunate Souls." She cackled. Everyone couldn't help laughing along.
"What about you Berry? Usually you'd be calling out dibs on all the good ones by now." Santana asked the usually eccentric girl. Rachel shrugged noncommittally.
"I don't really know."
"You should totally do Part of That World from the Little Mermaid." Kurt exclaimed with a clap of his hands. "It would be so good with your voice!" He gushed.
"No way! Are you kidding? She was made to sing Belle!" Mercedes intervened.
"No way! A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes is definitely the best option for her." Tina put her two cents in.
"Maybe...I'll try them both out tonight and let you know what I think." Rachel smiled.
"I bet my choice for her wins out." Mercedes boasted.
"Mine will be perfect!" Kurt beamed.
"And what about you?" She smiled. "Surly you have ours picked out?"
"I have it narrowed down to Colors of the Wind, One Song just in case I want to be a little bit manly for my boyfriend." He paused to grin like a Cheshire Cat before composing himself and continuing. "Oh, and Out There."
"Of course." Mercedes giggled. The talk continued for the rest of the hour, until finally it was time to go home and everyone made there way to the parking lot.
"Hey, uh Rach? Wait up." Finn said as he lightly jogged to catch up to her. Rachel looked over her shoulder as Finn made it to her side. She was surprised to say the least. After he and Quinn had become a couple, (and he had broken her nose...), they hadn't talked much, only ever really associating for Glee, or when they were both hanging out with the same group, which was a rather rare occasion.
"Yes? Can I help you?" She replied politely, if not a bit stiffly.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me pick a song, I figure if anyone knows anything about this sort of stuff, it's you." He shrugged feigning nonchalance. "So what do you say? Disney movie marathon at your place Friday at 5:00?" He asked with a smile.
Rachel bit her lip nervously, calculatingly, weighing out her options. Finally she gave up, and smiled at him. "Sure, why not?" She shrugged.
"Great, see you tomorrow." He beamed, before running off towards his car, kissing Quinn on the cheek when he reached her waiting by his car. Rachel sighed, but decided she would just grin and bare it, after all that was the best way to get through things you didn't like.
The next day Rachel started panicking. It didn't start during her morning routine, or on the ride to school, it didn't even start when she got to school. In fact she had made it through two classes before she started panicking. Of course, it wasn't she who brought it on.
"Rachel! Oh my God!" Mercedes squealed as soon as she saw Rachel making her way toward their shared Literature class. "Girl, why didn't you tell me you had a date with Finn! You know he has a girlfriend! You sneaky hussy!" Mercedes rambled.
"Oh please Mercedes, it's not like that at all. I know he's going out with Quinn, and I would never put my reputation in jepordy like that just for Finn. However, if you are talking about mine and Finn's strictly platonic evening of watching harmless movies, I was actually planning on talking to you about it today. See, I don't know really what to do in this sort of situation. I'm actually sort of nervous." Rachel babbled in typical Rachel fashion.
"Look, if you're that uncomfortable, me and Kurt will join you." Mercedes supplied.
"Kurt and I." Rachel corrected. "And thank you so much." She added before Mercedes could reply. The warning bell rang, much to Rachel's delight. Before they could make any specific plans, Rachel was dashing away to History with a wave over her shoulder to her friend.
Rachel made it to History three minutes early, getting her things set up as soon as she took her seat. Unfortunately, though this was one of her favorite classes, Rachel's seat happened to be situated in front of Noah Puckerman's.
"Hey Berry, what's got you so chipper?" Puck inquired snidely. Rachel sighed loudly.
"If you must no you big brute, I'm 'chipper' as you so sarcastically put it, because I'm having a a Disney movie marathon tonight with not just Finn, but also Mercedes and Kurt." Rachel beamed as if this was something to be very happy about. Puck started laughing rudely in her ear after that until the teacher came in shooshing him in the process. Still he snickered lightly in her ear. Rachel had trouble concentrating all through the lesson, what with Puckerman snickering and occasionally taunting her the entire time. By the end of the lesson Rachel was a tiny little bubble of rage waiting to be popped, and when the stupid neanderthal bumped into her in the hall on the way out of the class room, she did.
"Couldn't you just be tolerable for once Noah Puckerman? Do you always have to be a complete disgrace to chivalry and manners or do you simply force yourself to be a total imbecile for the rest of your pack of ridiculous blunder-heads? I honestly don't know which though is worse! That you don't have the good sense and graces I'm sure your mother taught you, because you really are that idiotic; or that you choose to act like a neanderthal just to fit in with the rest of them!" And with that she quickly turned on her heal and stormed off in a huff, she was not in the mood for Noah Puckerman's attitude today. Not with all the nerves in her belly. She couldn't help the growl that came out when she heard those idiots still taunting her from afar. When she finally reached the lunch hall, and saw Kurt and Mercedes waving her over, she felt herself relax a little. She took a deep cleansing breath, and put a smile on her face before going to eat lunch with her friends.
Lunch was too long and too short for Rachel that day. The entire hour had been spent deciding which movies to watch, and what each of them would wear, and how this was a huge step in the Finchel game. Rachel didn't want to talk about all these things, preferring to try to forget about the ordeal to be. However, she also didn't want to go to class and have Noah or Santana tease her all day. She just wasn't in the mood. Sighing as she left her locker and made her way to Algebra 2, Rachel couldn't help but think of what was bound to happen come Glee Club hour.
Taking her seat Rachel felt guilty for the relief she felt that neither Noah nor Santana had been smart enough for this class. She shook her head, ridding her mind of such negative thoughts about her Glee mates. The teacher started talking, and Rachel was immediately engrossed in the work on the board. Math was easy for her. Unlike the rest of her life and classes, math was uncomplicated and had a strict decisiveness that she herself possessed. Math was like an escape from the unknown complexity of people and their actions. Math only had one answer, and she knew what that answer was every time. Rachel sometimes thought that maybe life was like math too. She had always thought that there were simple steps to the goals that seemed impossible to reach in the eyes of everyone around her.
"Done." She called out.
"Nicely done ." Mrs. Flinn praised with a smile as she checked Rachel's work.
"Thank you." She beamed. As she exited the classroom ten minutes later one of the jocks pushed past her. "Kiss ass." He muttered. Rachel felt a tug in her stomach as she hurried to her locker. Just as she turned the corner she saw a sight she really could have done without. Standing by her locker, with a slushy in hand, was Karofsky. It had been months since anyone in Glee Club had been slushied, and she definitely hadn't been expecting it, though with her iffy luck that day, it shouldn't have been much of a surprise. She took a deep breath and approached him with bravery.
"Alright Karofsky, do your worst, I'm not scared of a homophobic neanderthal like you." She said as soon as she was directly in front of him. He sneered.
"You asked for it Berry." He grinned and dumped the entire purple slushy on her head. He laughed maniacally. "That'll put you in your place loser." He called over his shoulder as he trotted off in search of his idiotic companions.
"At least it's grape, right?"
"Noah Puckerman you intolerable prat! I hate you and your stupid team of gorillas! Why are you even part of Glee Club? You clearly aren't proud to be there like the rest of us." She glared at him like he was the stain that was becoming more and more apparent on her shirt. He opened his mouth to retort, but she quickly replaced his voice with her own. "I don't have time to listen to your rude remarks, I have to go home and get changed before the ten minute break is over." And with that she turned on her heel and stormed away.
Rachel was thirteen minutes late to Science. She took her seat and her reprimand silently, and simply started writing the notes on the board. After class was over Rachel let out a sigh. The day was over, she could finally go home and take a long hot bubble bath.
When she pulled into her drive way, she took ten deep breaths, and put the day behind her. She went to her door with a smile on her face, and when she finally made it to her room, a happy sigh left her lips. Tomorrow would be better, she assured herself as she made her way to the bathroom for her bubble bath. And maybe it would be.
Okay, I want to get something clear. It's not that I don't like the other renditions of this idea, it's just that the ones that are Puckleberry are too Finnchel for my taste, so I am making this. I've been reading a lot of Dramione recently, and I really like the both POV idea, so next chapter will be Puck POV. I think this will be a good story, but I don't know, it's up to you to decide dear readers! Please review =-)
P.S. Please name my story!