The Nerd & The Cheerio ch. 1
WARNING: Faberry romance, Puckleberry bromance, eventual Pezberry friendship. This is going to be my attempt at writing Faberry fanfiction so please be easy on me but i would love to hear what you have to say. So with that... Leggo!
Rachel's P.O.V
My name's Rachel Berry and I'm the one running down the hallway of McKinley High from a pack of angry, oversized football players. I may have kinda, sorta called them a bunch of steroid crazed, muscle headed boneheads and lets just say that they didn't take kindly to that especially one Finn Hudson. I'm not sure if he actually understood anything that I said with that peanut sized brain of his even with me downsizing my vocabulary slightly for him so I quickly took off as fast as I can. Why does all the jocks like picking on others smaller and weaker than they are?
I just don't understand why the jocks like picking on me in particular. Maybe it is my superior intellect, or my goal of becoming a Broadway star, I'm not sure but I hate being a nerd at the moment. It really hard but it is my life and it only drives me harder to reach my dream in order to leave this cow town behind. I will show everyone that has ridiculed me for being different just because I have two dads… and having a penis. I know, I know it's weird for a 16 year old to have a fully functional male genitalia and most likely be bigger than most of guys that goes to this school but I can't help the way that I was born.
Maybe it's why my Mother didn't want to stick around to see me grow up but it's her loss and I'm very content with the love that my Fathers shower me with. Sometimes I do wish that they didn't me leave alone so much to go on their conferences but it's okay because I know that they are just working hard to provide for me but it does get lonely at times but back to the now. I'm running my butt off running down hallways, turning corners, and weaving through crowds of students to get away from the male testosterone chasing me down.
I have never been grateful for my short stature in my life as I turn on another corner before ducking inside of the girls' locker room as the football team rushes by. I slump against the wall exhausted, trying to catch my breath for running so fast because I'm only good at speed and not for endurance. I'm just gonna wait here until the football get bored looking for me which shouldn't be too long since they have an attention span of a rodent. I wipe the sweat off of my forehead when I hear footsteps coming towards the front of the locker room. I look up to see that it's Brittany and she has a confused look on her face.
"Rachel, what are you doing in the Cheerios locker room? Why are you all sweaty?" Brittany asked confused.
I'm in the Cheerios locker room. Does that mean that Quinn's here? I can't be in here if she's in here or Sue Sylvester. If coach Sylvester's in here than she's gonna yell at me for soiling the sanity of her precious locker room. I struggle to get on my feet only to have them give out under me, causing me to fall back on the ground and hit my head on the wall. I squeaked out in pain before rubbing the bruise that is most likely forming as we speak.
"Oh my god, you're hurt. Quinn!" Brittany yells concerned.
"Brittany, I'm fine. There's no reason for Quinn to come" I said shaking my head.
The real reason why I don't want Quinn seeing me like this because I don't want to look weak in front of her. I mean the blonde is an angel in human form with her long blonde hair that is usually in a high ponytail, slim yet strong and amazing body from all the years of cheerleader, her stunning hazel green eyes to plump pink lips. I have would give anything to have her look at me or even talk to me but I try as much as I can to stay under her radar. I could not get a girl like the blonde cheerleader even if I was normal.
She is the definition of a perfect Christian girl and leader of the Celibacy Club. Sometimes I wonder why she hangs out with Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez. They're in a relationship with each other. I mean they are always staring at each other with lovely looks form that I can tell and their pinkies are always linked when they're in the hallway. Brittany and Santana are on the Cheerios with the green eyed beauty. The taller blonde has not said a cruel thing to me or laughed at me when I get slushied over the years.
I do not think that she can be mean to anyone to be honest, Santana on the other hand is definitely one of the cruelest person I ever had the displeasure of knowing. The Latina is the cause of all the mean names, the taunting, the slushy facials that I have never received since freshmen year. I do not know why she hates me so much since I have never done anything to her. It just seems that Santana has it out for me in particular but I never asked her why because it will result in a verbal lashing. The Latina's go-to saying is 'I'll go Lima Heights on your ass'.
I don't quite understand what that means but I am in no rush to find out… ever. I have had a crush on Quinn since the 7th grade but I never had the guts to talk to her and it's like she would talk to me of all people. I mean I'm the school's resident freak who constantly gets slushied in the face on a daily basis and thrown in dumpster for being born different because I didn't asked to be this way. I hate that I'm constantly picked on, considered a freak by just about everyone I know, having everyone look at me with disgust every time I walk down the hallway and being miserable.
The only silver lining is seeing the blonde HBIC because her mere presence is enough to brighten my darkest day. Noah tries to help me but I know that he wouldn't risk popularity for me even though he considers me his Jewish Bro and we nearly spend every weekend together playing video games and basketball. I know that things are different at school because of the status quo but I wish that it wasn't. It gets very lonely in this hell hole by yourself and having to fend for yourself against almost everyone just to get by.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I feel a warm hard against the back of my head and I look to see a pair of concerned hazel green eyes staring back at me. I pushed myself further into the wall out of pure instinct of self-preservation because even the most innocent of face can be ruthless cruel if given the chance. I know it's wrong to think that of the HBIC because she's never done anything cruel to me but I most stay under her radar.
"Rachel, are you okay?" Quinn asked concerned.
I nodded nervously, trying to keep my blush under control because I'm now noticing Quinn's appearance. She's only wearing a towel and a very short one at that. I swallowed thickly as I feel myself twitch in my compression shorts but I look everywhere but at the head cheerleader in front of me. I looked to see that there's a few Cheerios staring at us questioning looks and the blonde turns to look at them.
"Everyone out now! Out!"
All the Cheerios and the baby Cheerios quickly runs out of the locker room by order of their leader. Brittany waves at me as she leaves out with her pinky licked with Santana as she glares at me.
"Try not to get any tranny germs, Q! I heard that they're hard to get rid of" Santana said off-handedly.
"Shut up S" Quinn said glaring at her.
"Be nice San" Brittany light reprimands.
The two walk out, leaving us alone… together. I wish that I had been more aware of my surroundings while I was running away from the football player than I wouldn't be in this predicament.
"Are you sure that you're okay, Rachel? Brittany thinks that you were hurt"
"I-I'm fine. Just a s-small bump on the head, it's nothing to worry about" I said shaking my head.
"Then you wouldn't think me checking it out" Quinn said smiling sympathetically.
"Y-You don't have to. I-I'll just p-put some ice on it when I get home. I don't want to make you feel obligated to help me"
"It's okay, Rachel. I don't mind or feel obligated to you because I want to help you so come on" Quinn said taking my wrist.
She leads me further into the Cheerios locker room into coach Sue's office before making me sit in one of the chairs. The blonde searches for the first aid kit and pulls it out from on the drawers before setting it out on the desk. She grabs some ointment before walking around the desk and stands behind me as I feel it being applied to where my bump is. I bit back a moan as Quinn rubs the ointment in soothing circles because her hands feel really good and I don't want her to think that I'm even more of a freak than she already does.
"Okay, I'm done but you should put some on it to help it go down faster" Quinn said putting the ointment and the first aid kit away.
"O-Okay t-thanks Quinn, I a-appreciate this" I said nervously.
"No problem" Quinn said giggling slightly.
She leans against the front of the desk with her arms folded under her chest making it more prominent than it already is and I lick my dry lips subconsciously. The blonde giggles before patting me out the cheek.
"You better get outta here before coach caught you in here. We wouldn't want that to happen" Quinn said smirking.
"R-Right. Um b-bye Q-Quinn" I said quickly walking out of the office.
I quickly walk of the locker room before exiting out of the school, unharmed by the football team which I am glad about. I made my way home to find my dogs Charlie and Xavier happily waiting my return from school and I couldn't be more happy to see them too because they keep company while my Dads are out on their business trips. Thankfully the money that they leave in my account leaves more to have them and get anything to keep me preoccupied. A Rottweiler and a Pit-bull are more than enough to keep more than preoccupied but I wouldn't have it any other way because this rescue dogs are my family and don't treat me any different.
I was a volunteer at the local rescue center during the summer before sophomore year and that is where I fell in love with a one year Rottweiler named Charlie that came in with a broken leg. Despite his size and breeding, Charlie is one of the sweetest dog that you will ever meet. He and myself hit off and every time I would leave he would give me this sad look before whimpering. I felt so guilty leaving him behind once my shift was over and I instantly adopted after 2 weeks then comes in Xavier. Xavier is a 3 year white/beige pit-bull that was extremely underweight, malnourished and has a fear of people.
Whoever owned him before he came to the shelter put the fear in him and hurt him badly. At first, Xavier won't eat from his bowl that the people gave him and would hold in his pee until he couldn't hold it in anymore. I was afraid that he wouldn't get adopted and I know what happens to those dogs that grow too old or become too sick. I did not want that for him and after I spent some time with him, he slowly opened up to me and I manage to get him to eat. Xavier is very shy but is very energetic puppy but after a couple of weeks, I managed to get him up to a normal weight and he seem really happy every time I see him.
The shelter let me take him home and I am more than happy to give him a stable home and the both dogs get along very well. When people see me with my dogs, they are very surprised to see such a small girl with what they consider two very large and violent dogs. They are the least violent dogs that I know if anything, they are very loving yet very protective but they're my family and I treat them as such.
"Hey guys, sorry I took so long to get home. I had a run in with some bonehead football players and a very gorgeous head Cheerio" I said ruffling their fur.
If only Quinn could see how much I like her and how well I would treat her if she was my girlfriend but she's a cheerleader and I'm freaky nerd. We would never work out and the blonde is dating Finn Hudson of all people for who knows why but I know for sure that he doesn't treat her right because he's an idiot and a jerk. I hear a knock on my door and I walk over towards it before looking through the peephole to see that it's Noah taking on my porch with his hands in the pockets of his Letterman jacket. I open the door to let the football player in and he comes while being greeted by the boys.
"Hey Rachel, I heard that about the team chasing after you and I wanted to make sure that you're okay" Puck said concerned.
"Except for the small bump otherwise I'm just fine, Noah but thank you for your concern. Not to be rude but why are you here? Wouldn't the team wondering why you're here and not at practice?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm a badass and I do want what I want" Puck said sticking his chest.
"Right, now do you want to give me the real reason" I deadpanned.
"You cut me deep, my Jewish Bro but okay, you caught me. I'm here because coach has personal thing to take care of and practice was cancelled"
"And?" I asked smirking.
"And I was really concerned about you and wanted to make sure that you're okay" Puck said running his hand over his mohawk.
"Awww you do care" I said smiling.
"You're my JewBro so I care but if you tell anyone, I'll deny it" Puck said smirking smugly.
"Fair enough. Call of Duty night?"
"Hell yeah" Puck said pumping his arm into the air.
Puck set up my PS3 in the living room as I fed Charlie and Xavier in the kitchen before returning to the living room. I flop on the couch as my bro gives a controller before pushing start and coming out guns ablaze as we play a few rounds as I destroy the taller boy next to me with ease.
"Hey Noah" I said keeping my attention on the TV.
"What?"
"Do you think that Quinn would go with me if I was a jock?" I asked as he sets one of my land mines.
"Not sure but it probably help your chances and you'll have to stop dressing like a nerd"
"I don't dress like a nerd" I said frowning.
"You have nothing but superhero t-shirts, baggy shorts, and suspenders. Your wardrobe screams 'I'm a nerd, please beat me up' and if you want Quinn to notice you than you have to upgrade to the cool side, no offence" Puck said shrugging his shoulders.
I don't say anything for a moment and focus on the game. Maybe updating my wardrobe a bit will help me get Quinn's attention but I don't want to completely lose myself in it. I might not be the most popular person or the most athletic but I think that I'm generally a good person but I really like the blonde. If I have to change myself completely to get her affections than she's more than worth it.
"Okay"
"Okay what?" Puck said engrossed in the game.
"I'm gonna try out for the football team and win Quinn's affections"
"Say what? Rachel, you can't be serious. Those guys can pick you up with one finger and those across the field without really trying. You're gonna get hurt" Puck said frowning.
"That is if they can catch me and they can't even if they wanted to. They couldn't catch earlier today and I can take a few hits"
"One day but they're allowed to hurt you in practice and I won't be able to protect you even you can take a few hits. These guys outweigh you by at least a hundred pounds" Puck said shaking his head.
"I don't care, Puck. All I am asking of you is to take to coach Beiste for a tryout and I'll be able to handle it from there. Please Puck, help your JewBro" I said pouting.
"Awww come on, not the Berry pout! That's not cool, dude" Puck said covering his face.
"Please, please, please, please" I said shaking me on the shoulder.
"Fine, fine just call off the pout" Puck said throwing his hands up in the hands.
"Thank you, thank you" I said throwing my arms around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah but the guys aren't gonna be happy about you trying out" Puck said sighing.
"I don't really care if they like it or not. I'm not doing this for them. I'm doing it for Quinn and nothing gonna to stand in my way" I said confidently.
"I can see that but I hope that you know what you're doing"
I hope that I do but I will anything for a shot with Quinn. I don't care about the bruises that I'm gonna get because of this because she's more than worth it.
End of ch. 1