Inspired by a photo set on tumblr. To view go to my tumblr (Caffienewhore) and add /post/11295622245 to the end.
This will not be continued. I have way too many projects right now, and I'm barely keeping up with them.
Maybe when one ends I'll pic this up again, but for right now, it's staying where it is. Sorry if you don't approve, but I honestly cannot even with how much I'm writing right now lol
This was completely unnecessary. Rachel didn't need extra rehearsals, she knew how to sing, she had the best voice here in McKinley, why should she be sucked into these extra rehearsals just because everyone else decided not to take the time to practice their singing? It was a punishment against herself really. She could be spending this time working on a set-list for sectionals, or working on her presidency campaign. Rachel could be doing far more productive things than going the extra mile for my fellow Glee Club members, again.
But she chose to be the bigger person, like she did the majority of the time, and walked into what Shelby was using as her own choir room. Apparently Mr. Schue and her had worked out some kind of deal, the glee students would warm up and practice together, but they would sing separately. It was ridiculous, a pointless effort, if they really wanted to get to sectionals so bad all they needed to do was put her in charge. She'd whip everyone into shape for sure.
"Ah, Rachel, finally," Shelby said, walking away from Santana, Quinn, and Sugar. From the look on Santana's face she was not too happy the new girl was there. "We needed an interruption."
"Yeah, perfect, she can interrupt this bitch and change it to her own self-centered kind of bitchiness. This is so not how I should be spending a Saturday afternoon." Santana grumbled, turning away from everyone in the room.
Shelby's eyebrow rose at the girl but she wasn't about to start another fight. "Let's just get started." She sat back to the small piano, hands ready the second she sat.
"Rachel, you're shirt belongs on a five year old baiting a pedophile to steal her away and do dirty naughty things to her." When she finished Sugar looked to everyone and shrugged. "Asperger's."
Rachel looked down at her heart covered shirt, pulling her hair off her chest to get a better look. She didn't think Sugar's statement was true at all, she liked the hearts. Rachel rationalized Sugar's comment strictly as jealousy.
If it hadn't been for the comment Quinn would have never looked to Rachel, she would have never looked to see what exactly the brunette was wearing, but once her eyes fell to the diva's chest her eyebrow quirked, and a small smirk spread across her face when the girl moved her hair, putting her breasts on a full display without meaning to.
The shirt showed them off perfectly, hugging in just the right places and the more Quinn noticed the more she smiled, at least until she saw Shelby raise her own brow, leaning away from the girl. "I saw that." The mother said.
Instantly Quinn's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and she laughed her embarrassment away, while Rachel looked between the two, confused innocence etched on her face.