Author's Note: This fic is horrible. I can't believe I actually wrote it. Enjoy, nonetheless. By the way, in case anyone is wondering, the title is from a song by Late Night Alumni.
When the bell rang, signaling the start of the break before sixth period, Rachel Berry scurried out of her classroom. She rushed off towards her locker, swiftly opening the lock, then stuffed all her belongings in. She dragged out her brown bag that contained her lunch, her creative notebook, and a bag of other useful utensils, before skipping towards the choir room.
Finn Hudson had just broken up with her last night, and she was still depressed about it. She couldn't go to the cafeteria, since she usually only sat with the jock and his friends. She didn't really talk to anyone else, so she decided to eat her lunch at the choir room.
Unsurprisingly, the choir room was empty. The brunette plopped down on the piano bench, dropping her lunch, bag, and binder next to her. Her fingers slowly traced the keys, gently pressing down each one as she roamed through the whole piano with her set of hands. Mellow sounds escaped from the instrument, and she smiled in response.
She reached under the bench, successfully retrieving her binder and a writing utensil from her bag. She flipped through the pages, easily reaching a fresh sheet of paper. She scribbled the date, then tapped her chin with her pen. She wanted to express her feelings over the break-up with a song. She then wrote down musical notes, replaying them on the piano that stood before her, then added song lyrics to it. She shed a few tears, and she freely led them slide down her cheeks.
She was only a quarter or so done when a certain blonde entered loudly. Rachel immediately slammed her notebook closed, accidentally dropping her pen to the floor as she tried to hide away her tears. She fortunately succeeded as Quinn Fabray continued to walk into the room. Rachel abruptly stood, smoothing down her skirt as she clutched her notebook closely to her chest.
"Hi, Quinn. May I ask why are you here?" Rachel questioned immediately.
"I'm here because I knew you would be in here," the blonde replied. "Have you been crying?"
Rachel stared at her in a frantic shock. "Uh, no, of course not. Why would you think that? Rachel Berry does not cry."
"Whatever. Anyways, I have a present for you."
"Oh? What is it? Is it-" Rachel's jumble of words halted when Quinn revealed a gorgeous couple of grape slushie. "Oh no. Please don't slushie me, Quinn. I know you hate me and all, but I'm already down today. I'm sure you're aware that Finn dumped me today. You don't need to do this. You haven't slushied me in months. Why now, Quinn?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, letting the brunette continue on her unfinished speech.
"I don't think I can convince you not to, so can I just place my notebook down somewhere? It's really important to me, and I'd rather not have it soiled. Do you know how much it costs? It costed-"
Quinn finally interrupted Rachel's long ramble. "I'm not going to slushie you, Rachel. I came here because I want you to slushie me."
Author's Note: Should I continue? I most likely will, but I dunno. Please review.