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It was a pretty usual day for Rachel Berry as she made her way through the crowded halls of McKinley towards her locker. A few steps away were Quinn, the icy blonde cheerleader who went out of her way to torture her and Finn, the boy who started it all. They were arguing once again about the state of their relationship and before she knew it, she was being dragged into the conversation.
"Do you need anything RuPaul or do you just like to eavesdrop on other people's business?" Quinn barked.
"Quinn... Just drop it. Leave Rachel alone," Finn said softly.
"Why are you always trying to protect her? I'm your girlfriend now." Instead of standing his ground, Finn mumbled his apologies. As much as part of him still loved Rachel, he was still angry at her for kissing Puck. On the other hand, he loved Quinn; she was his first girlfriend and it was too special for him not to give her a second chance. Rachel's eyes narrowed at the tall quarterback as she scoffed; he was always unable to stand up for her whenever anyone insulted her especially when it came to Quinn. Sighing, Rachel turned around to face McKinley's own power couple.
"I wasn't eavesdropping because unlike you I've moved on from Finn and seriously, if you want to the public to think that this little power couple is back on without any problems from last year, I suggest you two take your little problems elsewhere." Quinn rolled her eyes but nevertheless she pulled Finn's arm and walked away glaring back at the brunette.
"Nice job Hobbit, nice to see you standing up for yourself for once." Rachel let out an exasperated sigh before turning around to face the Latina smirking at her.
"Listen, whatever it is that you want I don't have time for it. Now if you excuse me," Rachel began before Santana grabbed her arm to stop her.
"Okay fine, I'm sorry. I probably should've come to you in a better manner. Here's the thing you hate Quinn just as much as I do."
"I don't hate her."
"Okay fine, you don't hate her but you don't like her either." Rachel shrugged because regardless of how Santana worded it, it was true.
"I guess you could say that."
"No matter what you've done for her, all of those times you offered her your friendship she threw it back in your face. It's time for you to stand up to her."
"And what's in it for you?" Rachel asked skeptically.
"Like I said I hate Quinn and it's time for her to get a dose of her own medicine. What's the one thing she wants, the one thing she absolutely craves?"
"Popularity."
"And what is the epitome of popularity in high school?"
"Prom Queen," Rachel said catching the drift, "I don't know Santana. I don't like her but that's a little harsh don't you think?"
"Exactly, Quinn's the type of person where she'll never learn until it's thrown in her face and what better way for her to learn than by the person who she's tortured the most," Santana said with an evil grin across her face as she leaned against the locker.
"What exactly do you have in mind?" Rachel knew in her mind that she should've just walked away but something was holding her back. Maybe it was Santana's ability to persuade people or the fact that she was having a bad day and the run in with the ice queen didn't help much. Regardless, here she was listening to Santana's diabolical plan.
"Prom is in exactly three months which gives us just enough time to make you popular," Santana began.
"You do realize that half of the school hates me right?"
"They don't hate you; they just don't know you. Anyways, there's a spot open in the Cheerios that I know Sylvester will give to you."
"Why? She doesn't even like me." Santana frowned.
"Are you going to keep interrupting me?" she asked with a bit of annoyance, "It doesn't matter if she doesn't like you. She knows you're good and that's all that it's going to take for you to get an in with the popular crowd, that and a new wardrobe." Rachel shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she thought about it.
"Santana as much as I appreciate you thinking that I would be the best choice to sabotage Quinn's prom queen fantasy, I'm much too busy with my lessons and my destined future in New York to deal with this frivolous high school drama." Before she could walk away, Santana grabbed her once again in the arm and pulled her back with a small amount of force.
"This isn't an option, B. You're the one to beat when it comes to Quinn. Besides, you're going to have a fresh start when you go off to school. Don't you want your theater freak friends to think you were actually liked and popular enough to become prom queen? Think of the possibilities and get back to me," Santana said walking away. Rachel stood there stunned unsure of what to think. She knew that if she were to be a part of Santana's little plan, then she'd just be adding fuel to the never ending feud that was Quinn and Rachel. But another part of her knew that secretly there was a part of every girl that longed to be prom queen and as unpopular as Rachel was, she still had that fantasy. Before she could even process the conversation she had with Santana, she felt the familiar tingling of the icy syrup splashing her face. She stood there wide-eyed before she took in her surroundings and saw the students nearby laughing.
"So what do you say?" Santana said returning back to her.
"Did you have any part of this?" Rachel asked. Santana shook her head and motioned towards Quinn who was laughing while Finn stood there awkwardly.
"She's captain again; therefore, she has the slushy pull." Rachel looked over at Quinn who smirked back at her with a small wave.
"I'm totally in."