Disclaimer: I don't own glee or anything that I mention
A/N: This is my first fanfiction or story EVER so please don't be too harsh :D, be sure to tell me what you think and give suggestions and I will read every one of em! :) BTW Trigger Warning - a TINY bit of swearing
Junior year - New year new me
Well that's how I see it anyway. Right now I'm sitting in my car, staring at the wall. I really want to say I'm not afraid, I am strong and I've lived through the slushies and the bullying for years, I am Rachel Barbra Berry god dammit! However I am still terrified. According to my calculations and hours of research it is extremely normal to be afraid of going back to school, but then again, I am approximately not normal. Slowly, I drag my eyes away from the wall and into the rear-view mirror. "I am Rachel Barbra Berry, future fabulous broadway star and Tony award winning diva. This is nothing, in fact, it will look admirable on my future famous biography" I say confidently to myself. I reach for the door handle and slowly twist it when suddenly an oval-shaped ball of pigskin hits my wing-mirror. "Sor-wait... Welcome back man-hands!"
Sitting in my first class of the day, which is Spanish, my mind drifts back to when I was walking down the halls - So my wing-mirror is cracked now. How annoying! Honestly some (by some I mean most) of the football players are moronic. While trotting off to my locker, in the corner of my eye, I see Finn talking to the back of Quinn Fabray's head with flowers in his hand. She was back in her cheerios uniform today and looked stunning. She had her long luscious blonde locks trapped in the traditional high ponytail and looked as fierce as she did before the whole pregnancy thing. She had always been as beautiful as a Disney princess but she was incredibly rude and I can't figure out why. I offered her my friendship many times, even when she was at an all time low and wasn't in the cheerios, I was denied. I could never understand the complicated form of Quinn Fabray, but now she was a Cheerio and was most definitely going to start the bullying again. I then glanced over to Finn. I cannot believe we ever dated. We broke up just before the summer started, something about him wanting to find his inner Rockstar and the fact that I was holding him back, like I said, moronic. Quinn looked terrifyingly annoyed, her eyes started moving towards my direction and I decide to retreat to the bathroom for a few minutes. - Interesting. I guess Finn the oaf is trying to get her back, but I don't really care. Over the summer I had decided I was going to focus more on glee, education and friendship. I'll only consider hopping back on the relationship path if I see someone worthy of my acknowledgement, Lima is pretty small so I guess that won't be happening anytime soon. I turn my head just in time to see Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray march to the front of the room and glare at the two boys sitting at their usual seats. The boys quickly scatter to different corners of the room. I roll my eyes. Some things will never change. Just as Mr Schue walks in my phone vibrates. I slide my phone carefully out of my pocket and under the desk, I am not about caught for being off-guard. I grin widely when I see who it is.
From Puck :
Hey my lil Jew-Babe, how ya holdin up? X
I immediately respond with a large dopey smile still plastered on my face
From Rachel:
Hi Noah! Shouldn't you be in class? You know how I feel about education, so make sure your engaging. I'm doing good though it sucks not being able to be open and talk to you in public. I really feel like I've made the wrong decision about our public appearances. You're my bro and bros should be able to show their bromance off by doing bro things in public. Also didn't we agree to let you call me Jew-bro? Gosh Noah you frustrate me.
-A few minutes later-
From Puck:
Leave it to Rae to tex in paras. BTW arnt u in clss too? Sneaky Jewbabe
-I Cringe at his horrible use of grammar-
From Rachel:
*Jew-Bro
From Puck:
Jew babe
From Rachel:
Jew-bro
From Puck:
K fine soz jewbro
Rachel and Puck were always secret friends. They were both Jewish and there was only one synagogue in the whole of Lima, so it was fate that they were going to meet. Ever since the age of 5 they had been inseparable. They even bathed together. They were best friends up until the age of 12, when a boy Rachel refused to kiss, decided to get the whole class to bully her. Puck was young at the time, and he decided to go with the crowd instead of helping Rachel. He was too frightened. They slowly started to part until Puck joined glee again last year. They instantly clicked and apart from their brief experimental romance, they were like siblings again. Except Rachel refused to be seen with Puck in public and let him slushy her in school. Though whenever he did slushy her, he would always come to her house after school, bring some vegan pizza and beer and play Call of Duty. They played video-games and drank beer a lot. It was like their own thing, whenever one of them were sad, they would bring alcohol and play video-games in silence. Sometimes they'd go to the arcade or get coffee for each other but killing zombies on a digital screen was so much more fun and therapeutic.
"Rachel are you paying attention?" Mr Schuester calls out from the front of the class.
Everyone turns to me, my face flushing instantly. Quinn has one of her icy glares on and Santana is scowling and mumbling in Spanish angrily. "Yes " I mumble loud enough for him to hear. I'm starting to dislike even though he's done nothing wrong. Actually that is the problem. He's done nothing. Nothing to protect me and the gleeks from endless slushies, nothing to prevent Sue from leaping out from the janitors closet attacking us like some sort of a wild animal. And worst of all, he does nothing when the whole of glee attack me for nothing! In fact he sometimes agrees with them, telling me to be quiet or to stay out of it, just because he can't handle some extremely needed criticism. I mean how else does he expect us to improve if his only response to our performances are 'That's great guys'. Ugh McKinely is so messed up!
"So then you're aware that you're partnered up with Santana for this project for the next four weeks"
WHAT!
As I turn off the engine I quickly jump out of my car, slam the door shut, lock the car and run into my house. Once I enter I shut the door and slowly sink into the ground. My fathers are rarely home, I only see them at nights and mornings and if I'm lucky weekends. I run my hands through my hair and everything that's happened today slowly comes back to me.
So let's start off with the worst news, SANTANA IS MY SPANISH PARTNER! I mean I'm basically guaranteed an A, not that I already wasn't but anyway, SANTANA IS GOING TO SLAY ME AND THEN SELL MY LIMBS TO HOBOS! We tried to get him to change our partners but he wouldn't budge. I'm quite impressed actually, rarely anyone denies Satan- I mean Santana and lives to tell the tale. Santana really looked vexed. She didn't speak to me for the rest of the lesson and rushed off as soon as the bell went off. At lunchtime I got shower slushed... 5 at once. I have a feeling that she had something to do with it but being the kind-hearted person I am, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. And Hudson is all over Quinn. What's up with that? I mean you would of thought Quinn would have found someone better by now. Quinn is so wholesome. -My thoughts snap back into reality when my phone vibrates-
From Puck:
Yo my Jewbro, b thr in 5 wid sum pizza n beer, my fist might of slipped in karofskis fce todai
I gigged quietly before getting up and going upstairs to take a shower and change.
I come back downstairs in skinny jeans and a hoodie to find Puck playing the new Madden NFL video-game with one hand and eating a slice of pizza in the other. I walked over to the scene, sank to the ground and rested my back on the couch.
"It's great and all that you make yourself at my home and all Noah but you have to knock even if I gave you keys, I could be doing something." I said to him
He turned to me and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. I playfully shoved him.
"Hey Jewbro, looking hot", He winks at me and hands me a controller
"NFL? I've never played this one, can't we play call of duty or something? You're obviously going to beat me.", I open up a can of beer and chugged it.
"Good! It's about Damn time I beat you at something!" He said as I laughed, "Here I'll show ya how to play"
-About 2 hours later-
"This is ridiculous!" He exclaims, "You just learned how to play this game and you're already beating me! This is my territory Berry move"
I smirk, "Sorry bro, I'm just a fast learner.", We sit there in silence for a couple of more minutes, the room filled with frantic button-mashing noises, until he speaks up.
"Did you see that new Megan Fox movie?" He grins
"Not yet, was it good?"
"I don't know, I wasn't paying much attention to the movie. If you know what I mean", he wiggles his eyebrows while I roll my eyes
"Noah I love you like a brother but please stop down-grading women!", I punch his arm pretty hard, I'm quite strong for someone of my size
"Ouch! Babe that's gonna bruise!" He winces and rubs his arm while I focus on the game and score another touchdown, "So seriously, what do you think?"
"Of what Noah" I say groaning, I pause the game, sit up and turn to him.
"Megan Fox", he says with a goofy smile.
"I guess she's hot, why?" I furrow my eyebrows and itch the back of my neck.
"So would you say that she's hot enough to turn you gay?" He asks.
"What? Why are you asking me that? You know I believe in "
"While I was waiting by your locker this morning, I might of seen you eye-fucking Quinn Fabray."
"Cheerleader Quinn Fabray?"
"Yup", He says popping the p.
"HBIC Quinn Fabray, the one who endlessly tortures me and is the mother of your child?"
"Uh huh, that's the one. My baby mama", He winks
"She's kinda hot if I'm being honest", I mumble quietly, "but I don't believe I'm crushing on her"
"Okay bro, I believe you.", I pick up the controller and start the game again, "Oh and another thing, I saw you get slushy showered today and I'm fucking sick of this shit. You are one of the most coolest and laid-back bros out there and yet no one ever sees this. Like look at you, your smoking, funny and play video games, we need a plan."
I laugh, "After all these years now's the time to suddenly take charge?"
"Luckily I've already made a few plans, it's called, 'Operation Badass Berry'" He exaggerates the last part, completely ignoring me.
"Hilarious Noah, I'm the school's freak, nothing I do can change that"
"I have the best idea ever, but you're gonna have to trust me babe", I'm slightly alarmed, Noah's ideas tend to involve breaking into school grounds and sabotaging someone's locker. "We aren't going to break into school don't worry. Though I'm pretty sure you're going to be popular if we do this right", He said, almost as if he was reading my mind. Weird, I guess it's like some bro connection power shit.
"What is it then?" I ask genuinely interested
"You're gonna join the team"
He scores his first touch-down. I groan and he chants "WHO'S THE MAN, YES I AM"
"Sorry what was that?"
"You're going to be joining the Football team my little Jew-bro"
"NOAH ARE YOU F-"
A/N: Not really a cliffhanger here but you guys can guess Rachel's response to his idea. Make sure to follow and favorite this story as I'm going to be posting chapters weekly, and till next time, buiiiiii :P.