Title: New Experiences.
Rating: M for language and themes of a sexual nature.
Pairing: PuckleBerry. Other pairings subject to change.
Spoilers: None. Set after Sectionals.
Summary: Follow Rachel Berry as her life taken an unexpected turn of events. Fed up of being known as the 'freaky obnoxious loser', Rachel's determined to change. So when she is offered an opportunity that will do exactly that, that she simply can't refuse.
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that I don't own Glee nor none of it's fabulous characters, or the songs used in this fic.
Note: I've adopted this story from xSpencer-Rose. I've altered the chapters that Spencer wrote, with her permission of course, and added more of my own. As I don't particularry like Mercedes, there will be tons of Mbashing. Until, and if, I decided to change my mind. I'm going to try and stick to the path that Spencer set, but I will be tweaking a lot to make the story my own. To those of Spencer's fans, I hope I don't let you down. I'm psyched to be taking this story on, and I really hope that I do well. Please share your opinions with me and let me know how I'm doing.
Beta: In search of a beta, if anyone is interested please inbox me.
Chapter one.
Santana Lopez ran a frustrated hand through her hair before shoving it back up in it's mandatory pontail; today had not gone as planned, in face, some may say that it was possibly worst then when Sylvester gave away the Glee clubs set lists to their competitions at Sectionals. OK, that's what she said. It may not be as bad as Sectionals, but the pain in the ass was the same person as then - Sylvester.
Ever since Quinn, the former head cheerio, had gotten knocked up and booted from the squad, Sylvester had been acting like a crazed women. Women?
Coach knew how much Santana wanted to be Captain of the squad, how much she had always craved the crown, especially now that the position was open. And honestly, Santana believed that it would happen now that Quinn was gone and out of the picture; she believed that everything would fall into place perfectly like it did in movies. But no, Coach had different ideas; instead of giving Santana her right-full place as Captain, Sylvester had called together a Cheerio meeting where she had dropped a bomshell that jepordized everything Santana had worked for.
Aparently Santana wasn't the automatic replacement for Quinn, Coach had actually, gasp, decided to offer everyone the appealing opportunity.
The Cheerios couldn't qualify for Nationals with 15 cheerleaders; 16 was the mininum. So whoever found the person to be that lucky number 16 would get the Captain placement and be Sylvesters new pet. Everyone was estatic, desperate for the opportunity that was being waved in front of their faces, and set off for the search immediatley. Santana was pissed to say the least; that placement was rightfully hers, no one elses.
So she was a tiny bit relieved when no one succeeded, the key word being tiny. She was one of those who failed... That was a few minutes previous
"When I accepted the job as Coach at William McKinley High school, I agreed to train a squad of winners; instead I get lumbered with a bunch of losers. But thats okay, you know why? Because when we take Nationals, and we will, we'll still win. Not because any of you are good, it pains me to watch your pathetic attempts of cheerleading, we'll win because we'll get the sympathy vote. And maybe I'll even get a trophy... you know, for training a bunch of spackyfied morons!" Sue barked loudly in anger frightening some of the weaker Cheerios.
"I gave you one simple order and you failed… miserably!" she added as she paced before the Cheerios.
Sue's words stung, but they were nothing but correct; today had been a disaster. 11 out of the 15 cheerios had brought someone to try outs who they felt would qualify for the remaining place, turns out it was a waste of time; Coach had looked at 6 of them in distain and ordered them to leave immediatley before they even began, another 2 were over weight, 1 didn't 'have the look', Brittany's didn't even go to WMHS and Santana's chosen one ran off in fear within seconds. And oh how she will regret it later when Santana see's her.
"Coach, please, let me have one more chance. Me and Britt will search high and low for the perfect replacement, just give us one more chance! I swear, we will not let you down." Santana said, resulting to begging. "Right Britt?" she added nudging the blonde lightly.
"Ow! that hurt San." Brittany whined only to receive daggers from Santana "What?" she asked totally clueless.
Sue eyed the two girls stood before her, "You sound kinda desperate Lopez."
"Not desperate, just determined Coach." Santana replied firmly, though inside she was close to exploding.
"OK, I'll give you another two hours to find someone," Coach smirked, "When and if you do not find that someone, you will become my erand girls...you will be placed in a rank lower than Becky, meaning you'll be bench girls, oh and all of your priviledges will be revoked. Deal?" she grinned evily.
Santana gulped in fear, but it was a risk she was going to take, "Okay coach, deal." she reluctantly agreed.
Sue raised an eyebrow "Two hours. Bring my usual star bucks with you, think of it as practise for when you become my bitches" Sue barked as she headed into her office, leaving Santana and Brittany standing alone in the gym.
"How the fuck am I suppose to find someone perfect at cheerleading in such short notice!" Santana later vented and she and Brittany stopped at their lockers. "I mean, if there was anyone who even comes close to being good, surely they would already be on the squad or have been one of the girls from earliers try outs right? It's crazy, and now I've gone and fucked up any chance that I've got at being Captain..." Santana fumed nudging Brittany.
"Jesus Britt, are you even listening to me? !" Santana growled noticing the blonde was paying no attention to her as she stormed down the halls.
"Yeah sure San. You were saying Jesus got bit.." Brittany protested, still not looking at Santana, only angering the girl more.
Santana rolled her eyes in frustration "What the fucks got you so distracted that you're ignoring me?" she practically barked, pearing over Brittanys shoulder. Looking into the small low budget dance studio, Santana's mouth opened in shock; she had found the perfect replacment, the girl was dancing effortlessly and certainly had the moves needed, but it had to be her of all people.
"Man hands? !" Santana grumbled, catching Rachel's attention.
Rachel, spotting the two cheerios, grumbled herself, "Look, if you're both here to call me names and what not, please refrain from doing so; I've already been slushied today and verbally abused on more than one occasion. In fact, today has been very unpleasent already, what's a few more insaults? Go on then, on with it, but before you do, know that your words can't hurt me." Rachel stated in her usual annoying manner, head held high.
Santana raised an eyebrow and smirked "Oh yeah why's that?" she asked in amusement as she advanced towards Rachel, Brittany trailing behind.
"Because there is no possibility that you can top all of the bad things that have already happend to myself today."
"Such as?" Santana enquired
Rachel stopped what she was doing, sure their words hurt, they always hurt but that was the least of her worries right now. With a sigh she turned around "If you must no I got suspended from Glee …temporarily of course."
Santana let out a bark od laughter "Little miss goody-two-shoes got the boot from Glee, oh this is classic."
"Please, do take pleasure in my obvious pain and uncomfort..." Rachel muttered sarcastically.
Brittany offered Rachel a little comforting smile "How come?" she asked softly.
"No reason in particular." Rachel replied quickly, only intruging Santana more.
"Quit the bullshit treasure trail; why did you really get your high-maintences ass booted from your beloved Glee Club?" Santana demanded.
"Fine I'll tell you, but only because at this current moment I fear for my life!" Rachel said dramatically making Santana roll her eyes.
"Well? On with it!" Santana ordered as she took a seat, preparing herself for one of Berry's usual boring sob storys.
"Because Quinn decided that it was unfair of Mr Schue to keep giving myself the female leads. Which to be honest is preposterous, because I am the the strongest female vocals in Glee! And due to that I had a momentary lapse of sanity where I told her she's a jealous bitch, who needs to get her head out of backside and stop thinking she's all superior and mighty. Then I went on to remind her that she was no longer on the Cheerio's therefore she, like myself and the original Glee members, was basically a nobody and that she needed us, because otherwise she's going to have no one! Then Mr Schuester came over and shouted at me because 'you shouldn't shout at a pregnant woman and cause her distress' and then had the audacity to suspend me for two weeks" She ranted in traditional Berry style, fuming by the time she had finished her speach.
"You seriously said that to Quinn?" Santana questioned in a tone that clearly said she didn't beleive a word that had just came from Rachel's mouth.
"Yes I did, and I may have called her a few more names, but lets not go there. And do you know what the worst part is? hmm? None of the Glee Club backed me up! Which is absolutely crazy considering the fact Quinn still attempts to make majority of their lifes hell and-"
Santana moaned "Berry will you shut up before you make my ears bleed"
Rachel rolled her eyes before sighing "What do you want? Are you here to bully me more about the whole Quinn fiasco?"
"Unfortunatley no. This may come as a surprise too you Berry, hell I can hardly believe I'm even doing this myself, but how would like to ditch being the current annoying big loser that you are? That means no longer being a target to, well, the schools population." Santana smirked.
Rachel couldn't help but be sceptical of the Cheerio's offer "Just out of curiosity, how do you propose to do this?" she asked trying not to sound eager.
"Join the Cheerios!" Brittany stated happily whilst jumping up and down, clapping her hands with excitement, however Rachel's mouth dropped.
"You are your joking? Right?" Rachel asked desperately but both girls shook their heads and then she laughed nervously "Oh I see, this some sort of prank to get be back for what I said to Quinn! Well I'm not falling for it!" She snapped. "So on with the torture, just please avoid my face, it's my most imp-"
Santana laughed cutting the diva off. "Who knew Berry has a back bone!" she said in amusement. "But to answer your earlier question, no this isn't to get back at you for outing Quinn in front of Glee I assure you." she finished.
Rachel bowed her head and just stared at her shoes, not answering the question
"Come on we aint got all day! And plus you'd totally be saving our ass, so we'd owe you!" The Latina asked trying to muster up a friendly voice.
"Please Rachel," Brittany begged "if we don't find another member, then we have to be bench girls and Coaches bitches!" Brittany pouted.
"But why me?" Rachel asked confused as to why they'd choose her of all people to attempt to save the squad. "Surely there are other females ou-"
Santana groaned in frustration, if Berry wasn't so fucking good at dancing! "Because you're the best…okay! ?" she reluctantly admitted.
Rachel sighed, she couldn't believe she was about to do this "OK, fine, I'll do it." Rachel relented, hoping she wouldn't regret this later.
"About friggin time Berry! Now follow us and keep what you're wearing on; it's mandatory that you have do a tryout for Coach." Santana grinned jumping up. Both Brittany and Santana each grabbing one of Rachel's arms and rushing towards the gym where the devil would be waiting.
Upon the girls arrival, Sue let out a bark of laughter notcing the female they had attached to them. "Berry? You brought Berry? Wow Lopez, you must be seriously desperate. But you know what? This could be entertaining, so I'll watch, then point and laugh before collecting your uniforms." Sue laughed.
"Coach, I told you that I'd find you the best, and weirdly enough, Berry is the best. Just give her a chance please?"Santana asked with a pleading look on her face.
"Fine, Berry front and centre; show me what you got!" Sylvester barked as she took a seat. "You girls must be desperate to be one Sue Sylvesters 'bitches'" Sue muttered with a throaty laugh as she faced Rachel who was stood front and centre as she commanded.
It was that exact moment that Sylvester and Santana went into absolute shock. Brittany on the other hand just praised Rachel and encouraged her to keep going, never once doubting that Rachel would let and Santana down.
Santana looked at Brittany's chesire grin and then back to Rachel. Sure, Santana thought Berry was good from that little dance Rachel was doing earlier, but she honestly hadn't expected Berry to be that good. Who was she kidding? It was afterall, Rachel Berry.
Rachel began by doing a simple round off and a tumble then tuck, before doing a back hand spring and some more impressive and harder moves, such as: a full round off, the bow and arrow, the heel stretch pull down, a two touch, a front hurdler and then a pike, a standing backhand spring and some back flips, the famous jump builders and some front flips, before finishing with her favourite move - the liberity twist and falling into the full splits.
For what seemed like years to Rachel, no one spoke, they just stared at her with open mouths minus Brittany who was just grinning like she hadn't expected any less. Santana was absolutely stunned, half of those moves Berry just done, she couldn't even pull off. Coach Sylvester on the other hand, whilst admitingly staring in awe, also looked like she had struck gold.
"OK guys... feeling a little awkward now.."Rachel trailed off, though she was not nervous, she thrived in their looks of awe and astonishment.
"Berry I'm going to tell you a little secret. A few years ago, a book top selling book came out: The Queen of cheerleading's guide to creating winners. You just done some of the greatest moves from that book. Give yourself a pat on the back and feel proud, you know why? Because one Sue Sylvester published that book." Sue said pointing to herself. "Now tell me, where did you learn to move like that?" she questioned almost suspiciously.
"Since aged 5, I've been taking a large variety of dance classes. I also done gymnastics for 10 years." Rachel said biting her lip nervously.
"Rule number one Berry: Don't bite you lips, it makes them chapped, and when they get chapped, you become sloppy!" Sue ordered, though she had a look of apreciation in her scary peircing eyes. "Now what shoe and dress size are you?"
"My dress size is two, and my shoe size is 3." Rachel beamed proudly, she loved her figure and done heck of a hard job keeping it in perfect shape.
"Your very small Berry. Excellant you can be a flyer, small feet also? So your quick on your toes. Perfect." Sue said mostly to herself. "Brittany go fetch Berry a new uniform and a Cheerio coat, I'll have her others sorted out for tomorrow." Sue grinned.
"Other uniforms?" Rachel questioned confused.
"Yes you have 3 home uniforms, 1 away uniform, two white turtle knecks for under your uniform, and 4 cheerio trackys." Sue smirked at Rachel's wide eyes.
"Wow." Rachel said surprised. They must have a really huge budget...
"Indeed. Sue Sylvesters girls only have the best; you be good to Sue, and she'll be good to you." Sue smirked smugly in a sing-song voice.
Brittany came rushing in then with Rachel's new uniform, almost tripping over her own feet as she rushed towards Rachel and skidded to a stop. Handing Rachel the items, Brittany smiled widely as she stood at Rachel's side.
"B, that's what I'm gonna call you from now on Berry okay? B for Berry, B for beat Will Shuester..." Sue said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "It's mandatory that you wear your uniform to school everyday, if you don't then you'll get a breach and be benched and have some of your priveledges revoked. Is that clear, B?" Sue barked loudly.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" Rachel said, adding a mock salute for the hell of it.
"I like your sense of humour B, and your obvious respect for me." Sue said confusing Rachel, but choosing to remain quiet, she just nodded her head. "Now if it isn't already obvious, Santana you've made Captain, Rachel your her second in command, and Brittany your third. Well done girls." Sue said, showing the softest hint of a smile.
"Now get out of my gym. One has many busy things to do. I'll see you ladies at practise, don't be late!" Sue shouted over her shoulder as she headed back to her office.
"Congrats B, you made it. Now go get changed!" Santana said, giving her first order as head Cherrio.
"I would but I have a few problems. 1, where do I get changed too and 2, where do I put the items I'm wearing now?" Rachel said cluessly.
"We'll come with you and help you get ready!" Santana grinned walking ahead of the two females, and towards the female locker rooms.
Santana pulled out a key and unlocked a door, walking inside Rachel was absolutely gobsmacked. This was the Cheerio locker rooms? Against one wall was 16 sinks and a mirror above each sink, and what appeared to be draws undernieth. Against the other wall was a large red L shape sofa covered in fluffy cushions in many shapes and a dark mahogany table, with 3 reclyling chairs and several bean bags. Upon the opposite wall was a large plazma screen T.V, the wall around in covered in many photos. On the opposite wall, shortly down were 16 large looking lockers. And then there were two doors that Rachel stared at quizically.
"The door on the right leads to the shower room, with heated towels might I add, and the door on the left leads to the sunbeds and spray tanning room. Oh and the T.V is for when Coach needs something or is in the mood to give us a pep talk. Amazing right?" Santana said smugly.
"Very." Rachel agreed, clearly in awe. If only the Glee Club had half of Sue's budget...
"Get used to it, this is your new sanctuary now. Oh and your mirror/sink is the 7th up, mine's next too yours and then Brittany is next to me. The same with your locker. We'll have to decorate the outside and get some stickers for you mirror, Coach will give you a key to this room tomorrow." Santana smirked.
"Now you can go get changed." Brittany smiled pointing to a changing cubicle for Rachel to use.
Rachel was ordered into a cubicle, inside she grabbed her Cheerio dress from the garment back and hung it on the door as she stripped herself. Once down to her underwear, Rachel teared open the bag the contained her spankies and slipped them on over her nickers, and then quickly pulling the white turtle kneck over her head. Hearing Santana's calls to hurry up, she quickly slid on her Cheerio dress over her head and adjusted it to fit. She slipped on a pair of white socks, followed by her brand new white and red Nikey trainers. After fumbiling with all her belongings and sticking them into a bag, she grabbed her Cheerio coat off the hanger and stepped out of the cubicle.
There she saw Brittany clearing out a locker with a 'Q' on it and Santana placing a bright gold 'B' sticker over it. She couldn't help the small grin of satisfaction that graced her features in that moment, quickly she headed over to her locker and placed her bag inside, catching the girls attention.
"How do I look?" She asked nervously tugging at the end of her skirt.
"Hot!" They said in unison, "Now follow me and sit down on the sofa so I can work my magic!" San stated leading the way.
Rachel proceeded to sit down and allowed Santana to brush and tug at her hair "Actually Santana, could you leave my bangs down?" Rachel asked softly.
"Why?" Santana asked confused, though doing as Rachel asked. "And you can call me S or San now, if you want.." she offered with a genuine smile.
"Just always been self-concious of my forhead." Rachel grinned nervously.
"Your as bad as Brittany. But ok if that's what you want, but I'm doing something about these bangs then!" Santana laughed dancing over to her locker and heading towards Rachel with a pair of scissors. Rachel immediatley backed farther into the sofa, praying for it to swallow her up.
"What are you doing, don't come near me with those things!" Rachel ordered in a shaky voice, Santana still advancing towards her.
"Just chill okay B? I know I've never gave you a reason to trust me before, but just trust me now ok?" Santana pleaded, Rachel relented and allowed Santana to chop away at her bangs. Once she was done Rachel made an attempt to move only to be pushed back down. "Nu-uh, we're not done."
Rachel felt eye shadow being smoothed over her lids, followed by a few strokes of blusher on her cheeks, and a quick layer of beesting lipgloss being coated on her already plump tingiling lips. Beesting was her favourite.
"And my work is complete." She grinned shoving a mirror into Rachel's face, Rachel couldn't believe it she actually looked hot!
"Wow." She breathed out, notcing her smokey eyes and stylish choppy fringe, she was about to speak again when the lunch bell rang.
"Ok now it's time to flaunt you!" Brittany grinned pulling her up, they left the locker room, locking up behind them as they entered the gym.
Santana took her rightful place in the middle, as each Brittany stood to her left, Rachel to her right.
Santana must of picked up on her nerves because she smiled at Rachel, actually smiled "You'll be fine your one of us now, we got your back." Santana whispered with a wink before pushing the Gym door open and walking out to the now very crowded hallways where everything turned silent. The silence lasted a minute before the whispers began, people doing double takes.
"Oh my god they're whispering about me!" Rachel blushed embarrassed.
"Isn't it brilliant? !" Brittany grinned.
"Rach show no signs of weakness. Your a cheerio now, be fierce!" Santana whispered encouragingly. Rachel looked at Santana and saw that she was supporting her trade mark glare, the scary one, Brittany had on a poker face and was pulling it off greatly. Rachel smirked and raised an eyebrow, hoping to god she didn't look like a dimwit. The three girls looked at one another and nodded in approval, then strutted down the hallway receiving many wolf whistles and stares.
Once the girls entered the canteen it fell deadly silent, Santana smirked, she never got use to this treatment, they were like fucking royalty!
After grabbing there food Rachel made a bee-line for her usual table when Santana grabbed her arm "Okay B, now that your one of us, you have to sit with us, it's like a rule. Seriously, coach would flip." Santana warned.
"I kind of got that, but couldn't we make an exception for today, please?" Rachel pouted.
"Why? It's not like they're actually nice to you?" Santana asked confused.
"I know that. I just feel like I should fill them in so they don't feel like I'm abandoning them." Rachel said, she was still nervous around these girls.
"If that's what you want then sure; but don't let any of them start trash talking you okay? Your a Cheerio now, use that." Santana advised.
"You sure you don't mind?" Rachel asked, not wanting Santana to think she was taking charge.
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad." She smirked traveling towards the Glee table anyway.
"And I totally want to see Mike!" Brittany added.
"Are you in a relationship?" Rachel asked curiously, she had noticed Brittany and Mike together a lot recently.
"Yeah, have been for like 3 weeks now." Brittany grinned proudly.
"That's sweet." Rachel smiled.
"Woah, you talked like a normal person and not one that's deep throated a theasaurus!" Santana said in a teasing tone, her comment making Rachel blush.
"That's disgusting Santana; you certainly have one foul mouth on you." Rachel frowned.
"Oh believe me, you don't want to know." Santana grinned. "Now lets go show you off."
The three girls approached 'the Glee table' with a confidence that only a Cheerio possessed. Once they reached their destination, Santana faked a cough to catch everyones attention. When the Glee kids looked up and seen Rachel, their eyes practically bulged out of their heads.
"Pick your jaws up; it's unattractive." Santana snapped as she took a spot on one of the empty benches. Rachel slid into the seat on her right, and Brittany sat to Santana's left which just so happened to be by Mike.
"What the Dolce and Gabanna is going on? I want full details pronto!" Kurt asked gob-smacked.
"Well after my impromptu dismissal from Glee," Rachel paused to glare at Quinn. "I was trying to blow off some steam when these two showed up and asked me to join the Cheerio's, I of course being the good Samaritan I am, obliged." She finished with a grin to every ones shocked faces.
"B, you know you could have just told him to mind his own?" Santana smirked, though shooting a glare at Kurt.
"So you're a Cheerio now?" Kurt asked primly.
"Duh. You should have totally seen Coach's face when B done a backhand spring triple." Brittany added popping a grape into her mouth.
"Wow." Tina said, speaking for the rest of the Glee kids.
"Wow indeed. After her tryouts, she was immediatley put on the squad and declared my second in command, Brittany being my thirds." Santana added.
"Second and third in command?" Kurt asked annoyed.
"Yeah that's what I said wasn't it? They're my co-captains." Santana snapped. "Coach was practically foaming in the mouth."
Quinn scoffed at the statement. "Co-captains? Yeah right; Coach doesn't do co-captains, just the one." she accused.
"How would you know Quinn?" questioned Santana. "Last I checked, you weren't a Cheerio anymore."
"I would know; I used to be captain afterall." Quinn argued, not happy that Santana was standing up to her.
"'Used to' being past tense. Things have changed since you were on the squad Quinn. Santana's captain now." Rachel added, regreting it immediatley.
"Who do you think you are man-hands?" Quinn spat furiously,and once again the cafeteria silenced.
"She's B, my co-captain; you know, to the squad you no longer belong to?" Santana said coming to Rachel's defense. "And she will no longer be called Man-hands or any of the other ridiculous name you made up for her. You don't make the rules around here no more Q. I do." Santana said sweetly.
"Your a has been Quinn, now that your pregnant and not on the squad, your a nobody." Brittany added, surprising everyone minus Santana and Quinn.
"You'll regret this bitch; just you wait and see!" Quinn fumed storming off, Finn not far behind.
"Well that was weird." Artie stated to no one in particular.
Mercedes and Kurt just glared at Rachel before leaving to find Quinn.
"Pay no attention to them Rachel; you look great." Tina said offering a comforting smile before resuming conversation with Artie.
"I got to agree with Gothic Chick; you look hot as hell Berry. You know, if you acted and looked like this in freshman year, there's no way you would have been slushied and terrorised by everyone. But the uniform suits you Berry, nice legs." Puck smirked, Rachel frowning at his small speach.
The rest of lunch was spent talking about the game Friday and the party Santana was throwing after, Mike and Brittany macking on one another and Puck throwing in pervy comments at Santana and Rachel. Artie and Tina couldn't attend the party because they were going out with Mercedes and Kurt. Once the topic of outifts came up, the boys immediatley began talking about how they were going 'kiss ass at the game. Puck occasionally sparing glances at Rachel who looked so fucking hot; he could have done a Finn right there.
But no he was a stud, he could control himself.