Chapter 1
Rachel Berry was only four years old when her fathers first noticed all her cute quirks. Quirks that Leroy and Hiram Berry would soon realize were symptoms of a disorder that they had no control over. They found it cute that she always wanted to be exactly one minute early to all her appointments, even play dates. The fact that she even understood what one minute was perplexed them, but they thought nothing of it. When their few friends would mention how much of a saint their daughter was, the Berrys would simply nod their heads in agreement. It was true after all, Rachel never put up a fuss when going to bed, she even insisted on getting all her nightly routines done accordingly and exactly the same way every night. When they went into her room to see what she was up to, she was always organizing all her dolls and toys. When she was finished with those she would move onto her parents' DVD collection, at first they thought she was just playing around, but soon noticed that all the DVD's were sorted by colour. She hadn't learned the alphabet yet, in later years all of the Berrys' shelves would be organized alphabetically.
Once Rachel had nothing left to organize, her parents were forced to en-roll her in extra courses. She loved musicals, so singing was their first choice along with dancing and piano lessons a few weeks later. They came to realize that Rachel wasn't happy unless she had something to do. As the years went on, these quirks turned into routines. They became increasingly longer and harder to keep track of.
When Rachel was six and Hiram accidentally knocked over her Barbie, breaking one of the plastic arms off, she screamed and yelled and didn't stop until she had placed her Barbie right back next to Ken. The part that confused the man was that Rachel was more focused on placing Barbie back to the exact same way she was standing before. She didn't really register the arm that was still on the ground next to the coffee table.
School started, and that's when Hiram insisted they talk to somebody about their daughter's odd behaviour. Apparently she had stayed indoors during all of recess rearranging the teachers files. When they asked her why she hadn't gone outside to play with the other kids, she simply said that she had to fix everything before she could have fun. The following months were similar, and every time the Berrys would ask their daughter why she wasn't playing with the others or just simply playing, she would answer the same way, "I have to fix everything before I can play," and she would just continue organizing and 'fixing' everything she could get her hands on.
Hiram and Leroy's concerns were confirmed by their family doctor. Rachel had obsessive compulsive disorder, OCD. They made certain that they did everything in their power in order to make their daughter happy.
As Rachel's parents, the Berry's were expected to try and break her habits slowly, drugs at such a young age weren't the best idea. They tried, and they tried to get her to calm down, as she was always running around the house, she just didn't seem to be able to stop. In fact, as the years went on, and Rachel grew older, she seemed to develop even more compulsions and was losing hours of time that she devoted to making sure everything was 'okay'. From turning the lights on and off twelve times before going to bed, to having to close and re-open the refrigerator door five times before taking something out of it. The refrigerator would get angry if she didn't was her explanation.
The worse happened when she started high school. On her first day she was hit with her first slushy. Her fellow classmates laughed and pointed, she couldn't defend herself, that would be rude. If there was one thing worse than an unorganized library, it was rudeness. There was no way she could be mean to another person, so she went to the girls washroom and spent the entire rest of the day trying to clean off the remnants of the slushy. When asked by her parents why they had gotten a phone call from the school, regarding her 'skipping classes', she told them the truth. She very well couldn't lie either. She just couldn't.
That's how all her days went from then on, it was at-least one slushy a day. Rachel didn't have a problem with it, so she thought, she reasoned that it was just another way for her to wash up. The slushies were helping her get rid of all the germs. That's why she never got mad at her classmates. In her mind they were helping her.
Quinn Fabray is McKinley Highs' queen. Literally. Everyone bows down to her, not only is she head cheerleader and president of the celibacy club, but she also happens to have the most wealthy man in Lima as a father. Therefore, she is untouchable. She also makes it her personal mission to torture everybody she deems a loser. Which can go from a computer geek to a football player, depending on her mood. Her own sister was the first to introduce slushying into the hallways of McKinley. Quinn doesn't deliver the slushies herself though, too high a chance of getting a detention from principal Figgins, so she gets her fellow cheerleaders or male jock friends to do her dirty work. In return, well, they don't die.
It's almost first period when Quinn walks into the girls restroom, empty save for the school weirdo Rachel Berry. The girl has talent, even Quinn can admit that, but she's just so weird. In Lima, Ohio, weird is never good.
Rachel barely notices Quinn coming into the washroom. Barely being the keyword. Since she can remember she's always had a fixation of sorts on one Quinn Fabray. It was a very small crush in Rachel's eyes. She didn't know how to measure the degree of liking someone, seeing as she only ever had a crush on Quinn. With Quinn, Rachel memorized every detail of their encounters in specified journals devoted to different types of encounters, ranging from insults to after gym class in the locker room. After a particular encounter on the locker room floor where Quinn was only wearing her towel, it's safe to say that she has almost every inch of the head cheerleader's body memorized.
Rachel is drenched in blue slushy when Quinn sees her. The cheerleader snickers and goes into a stall. She really had to go, her torturing can wait until after she's done her business. When Quinn finishes... She proceeds to wash her hands in the sink adjacent to where Rachel is cleaning herself up.
"Geez Berry, psycho much?" Quinn is obviously referring to the manner in which all of Rachel's cleaning products are laid out on the counter. Exactly one inch separating them in all directions, with labels facing upwards for fast recognition. She has soaps, shampoos, conditioners, sanitizers, a blow dryer, and an extra pair of clothes.
"If you are referring to the extremely efficient manner in which I proceed after being slushied, then I have to say that it is in no way 'psycho', but merely a productive way of getting myself cleaned up after I've been subject to harassment so that I can arrive on time to class and keep my academic record and perfect attendance on track." With that Rachel continues her after slushy routine.
"Yeah, cuz that's not psychotic," Quinn whispers.
"Pardon me. I didn't quite catch th- No Quinn DON'T!" Rachel yells when Quinn picks up one of the bottles on the counter entitled hand soap. She takes it back and immediately places it back to its previous position on the counter.
"What the hell! I was just borrowing soap, I thought it'd be better since you're such a clean freak," she defends herself, clearly baffled by the brunettes outburst.
"Yes, while I do agree with your conclusion, I just- I don't like it when people touch my stuff okay?" Even Rachel is surprised by the way in which she reacted. Never does she stutter, or change her idea in the middle of a sentence. She talks just as organized as she speaks. Politeness is just as important as organization and cleanliness.
"Fine freak." While Rachel is used to all the name calling and insults, it always hurts more when Quinn is the one saying them. There are a vast amount of nicknames that she gets called on a daily basis by the population of McKinley: Man Hands, Treasure Trail, Midget, Dwarf, Hermes and Troll are among the most common ones. Rachel herself thinks that those names are ridiculous seeing as she doesn't have any traits that would enter in any of their descriptions. (4'10" being the legal height for dwarfism and she is way over that)
As Quinn leaves the washroom she makes sure to leave Rachel something to remember her by and sweeps all the products onto the floor before storming out.
She doesn't get to see Rachel drop to her knees, frantically trying to pick everything up, with tears in her eyes and pain in her heart. She'll never be more than a freak to Quinn Fabray.
That girl is just so weird. Quinn thinks to herself as she exits the bathroom. As head cheerleader and queen of this school, it's my duty to make fun of her. And it's kinda fun.
"Yo, Q." Santana. Second in command to Quinn, some even say she's meaner and bitchier, but those are the ones who have never been on the receiving end of Quinn's wrath.
"What!" Santana was also her best friend, no one really knew if it was for popularity's' sake because most of the time it seemed as if both girls didn't even like each other.
"Chill out blondie, I only cames to tell ya that Coach Sylvester wants to talk to you, she's waitin in her office for you." With that the Latina stalks off pinkie intertwined with Brittany, the third member of their 'Trio'. The most popular and most menacing girls in school, although Brittany has also been labelled the sweetest girl in school. Her dancing skills and hotness are probably the only reasons why she isn't deemed a loser. If it was down to just her intelligence, she would have been as near to the bottom of the social hierarchy as Rachel Berry. Santana is probably one of the sole reasons she isn't made fun of in the slightest, one negative comment about Brittany, and well... Let's just say it won't be pretty.
Sighing, Quinn turns around and walks off in the direction of her coach's office. When she gets there she knocks twice and waits for a response.
"This better be important!" The words are yelled harshly, but Quinn and everyone else at McKinley are used to Coach Sylvester's craziness
"You wanted to see me." Quinn looks directly into the older woman's eyes, one of the reasons that she's captain is that she can handle Sue Sylvester in just the right way. She shows respect, strength and loyalty with just the right amount of ass kissing.
"Yes, Q, what took you so long, I've been waiting for hours," when Quinn goes to respond the coach is already continuing her speech, "You're probably wondering why I've called you hear. It's come to my attention that the glee club has actually been getting better. They won a competition at the fair last weekend. Do you know what this means Q?" Quinn opens her mouth to voice her opinion but the coach cuts her off before she even has time to utter a word.
"Obviously not, you're merely a dumb blonde cheerleader who's purpose in life is to do what I say. And that's exactly what you're going to do Q. My mission for you and your sapphic followers is to destroy one Rachel Berry. She's their only talent, if you can humiliate her enough so that she doesn't deem herself worthy of attending this school anymore, the club will tarnish. And we will get our own locker room."
The cheerleader tentatively raises her hand.
"What?"
"That's a nice thought and all, but we've basically been terrorizing her for the past 10 years and she still hasn't had the decency to leave yet. How do you expect us to do it now?" It's true, with all the slushies and hate that Rachel had received over the years, it was a miracle she still hadn't transferred.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I'm proud of your work Quinn, but you really are just a stupid teenager," everyone wondered why this woman was even allowed in a school that had teenagers, "I have the most gruesome, most unbelievably disgusting prank in mind to put Rachel Berry away for good. This is what's going to happen..."
"Wow." Quinn was in awe and kind of afraid of the fact that a human being could come up with something so... mean.
"That's exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Now, gather your troops and get this thing started. I want Rachel Berry to be an absolute mess by this Friday and gone by next Monday. Are we clear Q."
"Yes, Coach."
"Good." She looked up from her papers.
"What the hell are you still doing here? Out!" Sylvester was proud at the speed in which Quinn ran out the door.
"I am amazing."
Quinn rounded the corner of the hallway looking for Santana to tell her about their new plan. Instead she found Rachel Berry in the middle of a crowd with three different types of slushy covering nearly every inch of her skin. Everyone in the hall was laughing and pointing while Rachel just stood shock still, probably frozen from slushy.
When Rachel finally realized that she was still in the middle of the hall, she hurriedly gathered her books that had fallen to the ground and ran away from the laughing crowd. Quinn assumed that the girl was going to get her slushy kit. Life must really suck when you actually have to have a slushy kit at school, it's a good thing she'll never need to know how it feels.
For some reason Quinn felt bad when she realized the girl probably wouldn't have another change of clothes seeing as she had already used her prepared one already. Whatever... Nothing I can do about it.
As Quinn was thinking about Rachel, like always, Santana and Brittany appeared from the same direction Rachel had gone in. "Oh my God, did you see the troll? It's like a rainbow puked on her." The Latina laughed.
"I like rainbows..."' It was a wonder how Brittany still managed to be in the same grade as them.
"Yeah, it was hilarious." Quinn laughed along with her friends, but like always she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She just couldn't quite get a handle on it.
"So listen, Sylvester has a mission for us." Santana perked up at the thought, always eager to deliver mayhem on whoever the coach saw fit.
"Sweet! Whose life are we destroying this week?"