I don't own Glee, the characters or anything else related to the story. I'm not making money off of this. It's just for fun. Slightly AU, but I'll do my best to keep it authentic if I can.
BEEP!!!!BEEP!!!!BEEP!!!! Her eyes snapped open at the sound of her alarm clock, with energy and enthusiasm, the beautiful brunette sat straight up in bed. She knows that not many people like Monday mornings, but she, Rachel Berry, was not your average girl.
First things first, ride the elliptical machine for a half hour, have a protein shake, shower, blow-dry hair and last but not least, check her emails for responses to her latest MySpace videos. Putting the final touch on her outfit, she sat down in her computer chair and opened the lid to her girlishly decorated laptop. DING! You have one new message.
As surprising as it might be to hear, she doesn't get many messages, at least not nice ones. So her heart started to race slightly. With slight hesitation, just incase it was one of those 'nice' messages left by Quinn, Rachel clicked into her email.
To her surprise it wasn't a comment on one of her videos, but an actual email. Here's what it said:
Dear Rachel Berry,
I can't stop thinking about you. In fact I'm Day dreaming about you right now. How your lips would taste, how soft your hair is. Everything about you is intoxicating.
If you are the least bit interested in hearing more, please write back
Your secret admirer.
Ps: I attend school with you, and I'm not as random as you may think. Oh and I love your sexy knee high socks so please wear some ;)
With shock, she looked down and groaned at her white knee high socks. She was almost ready to strip them off and wear something different. But they were her signature look and she didn't want whoever wrote the note to know she had been affected.
Who could have possibly written that? The first thought that shot into her mind was that it was cruel joke; I guess Quinn was bringing it up to the next level.
So with a rush of anger she wrote back
Dear Mystery Person,
I don't know who you are, but playing a cruel joke like this on a person is horribly inappropriate. Please desist with the emails as I have little time for this game.
Regards,
Rachel
With a huff, she stood up, grabbed her bag and headed for the car. Even with that unexpected turn of events, she had planned in enough cushion time that she would still make it to school with enough time to practice in the music room and get some studying done.
When people started to trickle slowly into the school, Rachel couldn't help but to keep a closer eye on people to see if there were any sign of unusual activity. But no, it was the same as always, aside from being invisible to the grand majority of people, she did manage to get a slushy in the face. But really, there was nothing abnormal about that.
After cleaning herself off, and mentally applauding herself for packing a change of clothes, "just in case", she headed off to her first class of the day.
Right in the middle of watching Spanish video on various cultures and traditions, there was a loud buzzing sound echoing through the class room. While mentally scoffing at whoever was rude enough to leave there cell phone on during class, Rachel realized that the horrible sound was coming from her bag. With a slight yelp of panic, she dashed for her bag, causing more then one pair of eyes to turn in her direction.
After being scolded in front of the class and profusely apologizing to Mr. Shue, Rachel discretely checked out to see what all the noise was about. She had an email for the mystery person!
Not as confident as when she sent the first message early this morning, she timidly opened up the newly received mail.
My dear Beautiful Rachel,
I'm insulted that you would take me for a liar! But seeing as you wore the socks like I asked, I will forgive you. Please allow me to apologize for scaring you, but I can't help it, I just want you so bad.
Your secret admirer
Ps: you look hot in that skirt!
The comment on her appearance had her squirm in her seat. Her fathers always told her she was beautiful, but hot and sexy? That was new, and it sparked her interest. Scanning the room she noticed nothing out of place. Kids were whispering silently to each other as the movie continued to roll. Looking over at Mr. Shue and seeing that he was engrossed in some form of literature, she turned her attention back to her phone.
Dear Mystery person,
If you want me to take you seriously then tell me who you are.
Rachel
She was very straight to the point and hopped that in the next message he would be too. Or she? At this point it could be anyone. She sighed a breath of frustration, who was torturing her? She didn't want to admit it to herself, but this was exciting.
For the rest of the class she actually tried to pay attention to the film in front of her, but needless to say it was a challenge. When the bell finally rang she was relieved. Grabbing her bag she exited the class room and made her way to her next class. As soon as she walked through the door of her history class she felt the unmistakable feeling of a vibrating phone. The word "EMAIL!!!" Flashed brightly across the screen.
Looking down at the phone as she sat in her seat, about ready to open the email, all she could think of was what would she find inside?
Please review and let me know who you think should be her secret admirer!! :)