Not sure how I feel about this piece...but can't seem to get it out of my head...was going to table this storyline so i could focus on a SON fic but like this one keeps popping up and demanding my attention...so here is my first attempt at a Glee fic. With my own rainbow twist.

"Berry."

Rachel jumped, her hand flying to her chest as she spun around to find Kafrosky leering down at her. Straightening her shoulders she huffed at him, "I have nothing to say to you and I would prefer not to be in your general presence." For all of her bravado the tiny brunette couldn't stop her eyes when they flicked to the arm hidden behind the footballers back, her face fell as she wondered what color slushy she was about to be wearing. Rachel steeled herself for a cold shower before turning her back on him to once again rifle through her locker.

The jock continued to smile, the cold slushy making his fingers slightly numb matched his feelings towards the diva. He took a step closer dropping his head to speak next to her ear, "Didn't you pay me to slushy you and your friends a couple months ago? Something to do with some other freakishly little singer who you didn't want to steal your spotlight?"

A shudder passed through Rachel, she did not like being reminded of her temporary, yet complete lapse in judgment. She made her expression neutral before slowly turning to face him again only to flinch away from the plastic cup poised above her head. Frozen like that for a breath she slowly opened one eye at a time when she didn't feel the cold sting. Kafrosky's lecherous smile made her wish he'd just get it over with, "Just slushy me and be gone."

The jock feigned hurt, "I would never slushy my girlfriend."

The diva's mouth dropped open and dark eyes widened in shock, she attempted to speak a couple of times but nothing came out.

"Here's the deal, I walk you to class, you kiss me whenever I want, I end the slushies and you get to say your dating a football player."

Rachel blinked and found her voice, "You are certifiably insane."

Kafrosky lowered the slushy and took a drink; he kept it at his side when he spoke, smirking internally with the way the brunette kept glancing at it out of the corner of her eye. "This is a win, win for you. Football boyfriend and no more slushies, I don't see the problem."

"That may be true and relevant to my usual self serving ways but the overwhelming quandary is what do you gain from this arrangement? Wouldn't this inevitably lower your reputation there by putting you at risk of being slushied?" This must be some sort of joke the diva absolutely could not fathom that this boy who tortured her incessantly was actually serious about dating her?

Teeth gritted the jock tried to remain calm as he spoke, "Maybe I see what Finnessa saw and I want my own taste of Berry." He tried his best to imitate Puck's bad boy smile. "You were kinda hot in that Brittney Spears outfit."

"N-Never." Rachel fought the urge to gag at what he was implying. "I-I have n-no interest in being associated with y-you in any such manner." She mentally berated herself for her stuttering, but the fact that he was implying that he thought of her in any way that was sexual in nature made her very uncomfortable.

Kafrosky stepped forward forcing Rachel to quickly step back and bang into the lockers behind her, he smiled, "Kiss me or get slushied."

"N-No" The brunette looked back and forth down the hallway, classes had ended 15min ago and the hallways were eerily quiet. She swallowed and looked up at the boy invading her personal space, "Unless you start exhibiting qualities that redeem you for your past indiscretions against Kurt, I have no interest in being associated with you in any such manner."

Kafrosky's face screwed into an angry mask and he practically spit his next words at her, "I never did anything to your little freak of a friend that he wasn't asking for! Shoving all his weirdness up in everyone's face, people don't want that queer crap in front of their kids, he's better off learning that lesson now."

Rachel sucked in a breath, how could anyone be so intolerant, she was visibly upset by his comments, "David Kafrosky, you are a Neanderthal! You are nothing more than a scared little boy who is incapable of evolving with the world around him." Rachel was determined not to let Kafrosky continue to spread his hatred and discrimination. "I have two gay fathers and they are better men then you will ever be!"

The footballer started to make a comment but the little diva cut him off and continued to chastise him, "No! You don't even disserve the title of Neanderthal! They at least had the intelligence to discover and utilize fire. You are such a small minded individual that you barely pass for Homo Erectus except that you are standing up right!"

Kafrosky slammed his hand into the locker next to the diva's head, "What did you call me!"

Rachel squeaked and dodged away. His eyes flashed dark and dangerous and the brunette was scared silent, Kafrosky had after all threatened to kill Kurt, maybe he truly was unstable. She stayed silent her eyes searching his for any indication of what he might do next.

"What did he tell you!" The jock wanted to shake the brunette but she just stared up at him her eyes wide and filled with fear. "Aaargh!" He stepped back and scrubbed his hands down his face, his dad would kill him, he'd have no chance at a scholarship, all his friends would stop speaking to him and to top it off he was going to burn in hell. The whole reason he was asking Berry out was to get himself back on track, after that disgusting moment in the locker room he was feeling less and less the man he was raised to be.

Kafrosky couldn't believe the little queen had talked, he was going to teach Hummel a lesson, but first he needed to make sure Berry never repeated those words to anyone. He approached her slowly and leaned in close bracing his body weight with a hand against the lockers he used his size to intimidate her. "If you ever call me that again or repeat it to anyone, you'll pray everyday that a slushy is the worst thing that happens to you."

Rachel shrank back as far as she could before stuttering, "W-What?"

The footballer snarled at her, "Just because you and your little homo friend are queer doesn't mean everyone else is."

The tiny diva was utterly confused by Kafrosky's erratic behavior, one second he was raging like a caged animal and the next he was calm but talking crazy. She didn't particularly care for either but at least when he was speaking calmly she felt she could respond, "I am not gay"

"Prove it. Agree to go out with me."

Rachel's jaw dropped, after all that he was still asking her out? "I don't need to date you to prove anything."

Kafrosky was furious; he had expected to have to do a little convincing but never expected her to flat refuse him. He thought her ego would make this easier, she wanted to be popular and he wanted a girl on his arm that he could control and parade in front of his mother. And now more than anything he needed to make sure she didn't repeat what ever Hummel had told her. An idea hit him and he lowered his head speaking direct into her face. "You've got one day to change your mind. If not the whole school will know that your two homo dads turned you gay and that I offered to date you to help you change your sick perversions but you refused so that you can keep lusting after the head Cheerio."

He leaned back his face smug. The whole school knew that the diva and the HBIC couldn't stand each other. She was going to have to choose whose wrath she wanted to endure. "Don't forget, I offered you protection." To emphasize his point he slammed his hand into the locker next to her head.

Rachel flinched and for a second wondered if he was capable of hitting a girl. Then her mind changed gears and she started processing his request and the threat of outing her to the school. Quinn would kill her, the slushies would get worse, she'd have to endure more taunts, new name calling, even more isolation, even less chance of making friends, no chance of ever getting Finn back, no chance of ever having another boyfriend ever for the rest of High School.

"Kafrosky!"

Two heads turned to see none other than Quinn Fabray at the end of the hallway.

The blonde tilted her head at the scene before her; something didn't look right about the way the jock was looming over the annoying diva. Quinn didn't normally care what happened to the brunette, but Kafrosky was at an all time low in her book after his threats against Kurt, so she decided to spare the diva and called out to the footballer, "Don't play with your food."

Kafrosky made eye contact with the blonde for a second, but then she was distracted by her buzzing phone, she quickly flipped it open and scanned the message. When she looked back up the jock was saying something to the diva and then he slowly poured a bright red slushy over her head. Something about the scene didn't settle with the cheerleader, she kept watching until Kafrosky turned and walked down the hall, satisfied that he was gone, she turned to the brunette.

Rachel stared at the head cheerio with wide bewildered eyes, looking slightly more devastated then normal by her slushy experience. Quinn wondered what she had interrupted between the diva and the jock, something felt different and she hesitated to leave, but the longer Berry looked at her like that the more uncomfortable she felt. Snapping her phone shut, she turned on her heal and left. She had done her civic duty, the meathead was gone and Berry could go on about her day, anything beyond that was beyond her scope of caring.

Rachel stood frozen under her icy glaze staring after Quinn as she simply walked away. What had possessed the girl to speak on what appeared to be her behalf? What had possessed Kafrosky to blackmail her into dating him? What in the name of all that was sacred on Broadway… was she going to do tomorrow?