Don't own anything. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy. Te Amo belongs to Rihanna.
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Rachel Berry flipped her head back and poured the contents of the small shot glass down her throat, before chasing it down with a suck on the lemon in her other hand. She grinned devilishly as she straightened up and slammed the shot glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to poor her another shot of Jose Cuervo. The cute bartender shook his head but refilled the shot glass anyways, before heading towards a drunk blonde in need of some fruity little drink. Rachel turned in the stool taking the club in. Rank, was the new hot spot, really the only hot spot in Lima, Ohio, and was currently crowded with gyrating bodies on the dance floor and a local band playing on the stage. They were pretty good, for a band that came out of Loser, Ohio, in fact they were pretty damn good from the looks of all those groupies practically pissing themselves in excitement as the lead singer crooned on about some girl who broke his heart, same bullshit only different lyrics it seemed like to Rachel. She turned back to her drink, drowning down the shot with such ease that the guy next to her clapped, making Rachel smirk.
It was the night before her first day as a Junior at McKinley High, some stupid cow school, that her mother had to practically beg the principal to let Rachel into. You see when they say it will go on your permanent record, it really does, and Principal Figgs wasn't to happy about admitting someone with ten-pages worth of juvenile delinquencies and three expulsions in two years. In fact the old geezer practically shit in his pants. In fact if it hadn't been for Shelby's oh-so-generous contributions to the school's funds, Rachel would be looking at home-schooling. It wasn't that Rachel was overtly awful or something, she just simply liked fucking up. Getting caught drunk dancing in the middle of her Prep school's water fountain by the Headmaster, spray-painting said Headmaster's car after he got her expelled, Showing up completely high as a fucking kite to English, getting caught by her roommate having sex with said roommates boyfriend in the middle of the fucking day, well Rachel had been there and done that.
She felt someone sit on the stool next to her and looked up to meet dark green eyes covered by the longest lashes Rachel had ever seen. She took in the high cheekbones next, along with the proud Jewish nose, and the smirk placed on his completely kissable lips. He was giving her the once over as well, but his attention was clearly focused on the lower half of her body, especially on her cleavage. She scoffed, and turned forwards, flipping her hair in order to create a wall in between them. She heard him laugh, before calling out for the bartender, ordering a shot of whiskey. She tried not to pay attention as the bartender congratulated him on the performance, and tried not to make it obvious as she took another peek at the guy, placing him as the lead singer from the band earlier. Rachel ordered another shot of Jose Cuervo and noticed the mowhawked Abercrombie god, look at her impressed.
"Never pictured you as a tequila drinker," The guy said, offering his hand for Rachel to shake, "I'm Puck by the way."
"Great a fucking fairy," Rachel whispered, ignoring his hand, and whipped back her head, pouring the drink down her throat effortlessly. Puck retreated his hand and watched as the tiny brunette finished her drink. Amazing how the pixie could hold down her liquor.
"Nah, not a fairy," Puck offered, "Last names Puckerman, and Puck is a childhood nickname." Rachel turned to look at Puck, her head titled to the side, as if contemplating him.
"Not that this isn't interesting, cause believe me it is," Rachel said, heavy on the sarcasm. "But don't you have shit to do, like oh I don't know, writing more sucky songs for your even suckier band?"
"So I've never seen you around before, are you from Lima," Puck asked, ignoring Rachel's last question and causing Rachel to scowl. "I didn't think so, you look more of a city girl to me, but then why would you be in Lima of all places."
"Okay guy in need of a clue. I don't want to fucking make conversation with you. In fact I would very much appreciate it if you could just fuck off," Rachel practically yelled, standing up from the stool, and turning towards the dance floor. "See you the fuck later Fairy."
Rachel made her way through the crowd, fixated on the small DJ stand across the room, slipping her hand into her coat pocket and grabbing the CD case. She needed to dance, to fucking move, and she had just the moves to get this club really moving. She reached the DJ stand and stepped up closer to the DJ handing him the CD, while whispering a request into his ear. The DJ nodded and Rachel smiled, stepping off the booth and moving towards the center of the dance floor.
As the opening chords opened to Rihanna`s Te Amo and Rachel felt the music course trough her body, felt the music touch her soul and moved towards it. Her feet moved to the rhythm, starting with a battement developpe before breaking out in an attitude en pointe turning around fast, bringing her left leg above her head and arching her back before straightening up and moving her hands all over her body in rhythm with the music. She proceeded to let Jazz seep into her dance, moving around sensuously oblivious to the stares coming from the other dancers around her. She took a few steps back, each with a turn, before stopping and going into a soubresaut ending in exactly the same place. Rachel ended the eight-count in a Coupe. She completed a petit jette before turning and falling to her knees, her back arching causing her head to meet with her feet. Before rising with a quick push
of her legs, she made a last pirouette before finally stopping as the last strands of Te Amo faded away. She gazed around her and smirked at the looks many of the club goers were giving her, before walking towards the awestruck DJ.
"That shit was unreal," the DJ declared, handing Rachel her CD. "Fucking ballet in Lima, where the fuck are you from girl."
"New York," Rachel answered, as she made her way through the crowd, towards the exit. You see when you're the daughter one of the greatest ballerina's in the whole fucking world, some things were bound to rub off. To bad Rachel had found that following in her mother's footsteps was way to fucking predictable. So instead she rebelled.
She exited the club and reached her car before realizing the absence of her car keys. She searched her pockets again, coming up with lint and a wadded up gum. "Fuck my life," Rachel yelled into the night, startling a couple making out against a car further down the parking lot. Just what she fucking needed right now.
She kicked the tire of her cheery red Comet, hoping to baby Jesus her keys would suddenly appear in her back pockets. She checked, no such luck. She felt a tap on her shoulder and swiveled around instinctively going into her kickass stance, before noticing it was the same guy from the bar. The fucking fairy, and in his hands was her car keys. She made to grab the keys out of his hand but he quickly raised his hand over his head.
"You gotta tell me you name," Fairy said, and Rachel refrained from kicking him in the shins. "Your name is all I'm asking for."
"What the fuck for, we're never going to see each other again," Rachel retorted, trying unsuccessfully to grab at the keys.
"Maybe, Maybe not, who knows." Puck retorted. Rachel crossed her hands over her chest and glared at him, he returned the glare. They stood there for about five minutes, neither willing to give up. Rachel sighed dramatically, breaking eye contact.
"Rachel," Rachel answered finally, causing Puck to smile. "Can I have my keys?"
"Sure thing Rachel," Puck answered, handing them over before extending a hand towards her for the second time that night."Nice to meet you."
Rachel looked down at his hand, reluctantly placing her own into his. "Yeah I guess," She whispered back, slipping her hand out of his grip. "Your singing wasn't completely awful."
"And your dancing wasn't completely awful either," Puck said, placing his hands in his pockets.
Rachel laughed, before turning towards her car, "My dancing was incredible," She slipped into her car, turning the engine on. She looked up at Puck, who was intently staring at her.
"I'll be seeing you," She said, closing the car door. As she made her way through the exit of the parking lot she looked into her review mirror, making out his figure standing exactly were she had left him.
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