She'll Never Be Me
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 1
A/N: Shout out and a big thank you to WiseGirl314 for giving me this awesome story idea!
Rachel Berry's world did not crash and burn when she learned that Finn Hudson, her new crush, was dating head cheerleader Quinn Fabray during the previous school year. Her world did not crumble to the ground upon him rejecting her after Sectionals, because he wanted to 'test the waters' with all the other 'fish in the sea'. Her world did not stop turning when she was publicly humiliated by Jesse St. James, her future star boyfriend, right before Regionals during her sophomore year at McKinley High School-although, she did still have nightmares about the mothers of those dead, unborn baby chicks coming after her...But, her world did not come to a tragic end when Santana Lopez informed her that Finn Hudson, her current boyfriend, had slept with the popular Latino during their Madonna assignment during sophomore year. And her world did not, surprisingly, explode and blow up when Finn Hudson dumped her for making out with Noah Puckerman just after she'd learned about Finn and Santana's sex lives.
All in all, Rachel liked to believe that she'd been doing a pretty good job of keeping her dramatics at a stand sill when it came to her love life. She didn't start wearing all black, and she didn't play Kelly Clarkson on repeat. She didn't lock herself in a bedroom, downing chocolate and Ben and Jerry's ice cream while she watched Funny Girl and West Side Story over and over again, despite the fact that she knew every single line, every lyric, and every note by heart in any version she could ever find. Instead, she'd put on a fake smile and entered school, giving herself one upbeat break-up song and acting as if she'd moved on.
Which, surprisingly, she had. She was no longer interested in Finn Hudson. She had no lingering feelings towards Jesse St. James. She simply didn't care about them which would explain why her world was still spinning and life was going on as usual.
Her life, did, however, come to a shocking halt when she learned that Noah Puckerman was now in a romantic relationship with Lauren Zizes who had 'rocked his world-no really'. It was disgusting, to know that Rachel had been ditched for Lauren freaking Zizes who had absolutely nothing on Rachel, as vain as that sounded. Then again, she was Rachel Berry and everybody knew how conceited she tended to be.
But, she did know that she was beautiful, and there was no reason for her to deny it or try to hide it. She had long, glossy, dark chocolate colored waves that fell somewhere between her shoulders and elbows in loose, subtle layers that were barely noticeable with full, blunt bangs that fell right above her carefully plucked and arched eyebrows. Her liquid chocolate eyes were large and bright, sparkling and covered by a mess of thick, full eyelashes that curled beautifully. Her red-pink, rosebud lips were full and pouty. Her only flaw was her large nose. But, she'd always thought that her other beneficial assets were enough to cover up her unseemly nose.
"Santana!" She snapped, her hands balled into tiny fists as she made her way towards the leggy, muscular Latino with the perfect face to match her flawless body. And, after having been kicked off the Cheerios, it was made clear that she had a quite trendy fashion sense.
"What do you want, Man Hands?" Santana asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned around with an overly exaggerated sigh, kicking her locker shut behind her with a harsh slam as her eyes narrowed at the tiny little brunette that she'd always tried her best not to waste any time with, outside of the required time she'd absolutely had to during Glee rehearsals.
"I want a make-over," Rachel said boldly, placing her hands on her hips and cocking one out as she bit her bottom lip, doing her very best to hold in any other comments she'd think to make. She found it worked best with most of the members of the glee club to keep her statements as short and sweet as possible. She even tried her very best to refrain from using large words, because she didn't want them to have any reason to say she thought that she was better than any of them, even though they were constantly turning to her as their 'star' when they knew they needed her to win.
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Go on," She nodded.
"I want Puckerman," Rachel shrugged simply. Santana nodded, signaling that that was all she needed to know. The tanned girl slowly looked Rachel up and down before slowly circling around her. When she was standing in front of her once again, she crossed her arms and shook her head.
"No way, it's not possible. I don't take on impossible cases," Santana sighed.
"What's that mean? Noah and I dated before, remember?" Rachel asked. "And when we were working on that music video, he kept trying to convince me to make-out with him and cheat on Jesse. And he just-"
"Okay-okay, stop, already. I get it. But, you're going to need more than just a make-over to get Puckerman away from that endangered white rhino he wants to be with so badly. Honestly, how he could say anyone rocked his world compared to me is beyond comprehension, but for it to be Grimace? Now, that's just a little bit insulting to me," Santana rolled her eyes.
"So you'll help me?" Rachel asked.
"Honestly, I've been looking for a way to get him off of that short leash popping fresh has got him on since she joined the freaking glee club. She's a bitch, and that's coming from a Grade A bitch like me," Santana rolled her eyes.
"Is that a yes?" Rachel wondered.
"On one condition," Santana said, turning her head and shouting out some names. "Britt-Britt! Z! Dave! Anthony!" She called, calling over Brittany Piece, a fellow glee club member and ex-cheerleader, Azimio Adams, a football player who had been one of Rachel's biggest bullies, David Karofsky, another glee club bully and football player, and Anthony Rashad, who was on friendlier terms with the glee clubs, and still played football.
"What do you want, Satan?" Karofsky asked, crossing her arms over his chest as he frowned at them. "I don't have a slushy for Berry today," He rolled his eyes.
"Karofsky, will you lay off of her-she's not that bad, alright? You don't even know her," Anthony defended Rachel with a smile aimed directly at her.
"San? What's going on?" Brittany frowned.
"Get to the point, we don't have all day to hang around a bunch of losers," Azimio replied.
"Berry here wants a make-over, and while Brittany and I can change her look and give her the bitchy personality she needs to get the guy she's after, I need the three of you to show that she's better than just a nerd in some sexy clothes who can snark 'em with the rest of them," Santana said. "So, are you going to help me or are we going to be revealing the secrets that I know none of you want spread around the school?" Santana asked with a raised eyebrow.
"What secrets?" Karofsky paled.
"You wouldn't dare," Azimio paused.
"What do you have on me?" Anthony wondered.
"Well," Santana began slowly. "I know exactly what your type is now, Dave," Santana smirked. "And, Azimio, I would so dare to reveal what you did after Puckerman specifically told you not to," She said smugly. "And, as for you, Anthony, I had nothing on you until right now. But, I'm pretty sure you don't want anybody to know that, because you know what people would say and what certain people would do if they found out," Santana winked. "So, are you helping me?" She asked, knowing their answers.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Meet us in the parking lot tomorrow before school. Everything's going to begin there," Santana said as she hooked one arm through Rachel's, signaling for Brittany to take the other one. And then the three of them headed off.
"Tha-"
"Don't you even dare," Santana growled. "If I'm doing this, it means we're going to be friends from now on, got it?" She said, and all Rachel could do was nod.