Prompt from Sprog101:
A new girl (Rachel) comes into the high school. She is hot but doesn't enjoy the attention of everyone that she gets. The girl joins glee club and sees Quinn. She (Quinn) becomes her target and makes Quinn fall for her before revealing she is a vampire. She drinks from her as they make love/fuck.
Disclaimer: RIB and Fox own the characters. I'm just making them play. Hur.
"Who's the new girl?"
The clicks of flats echoed throughout the suddenly quiet hallway as everybody seemed to stop and watch as the girl made her way down the corridor. She was shorter than average with long brunette hair cascading down her back. She held her notebooks in one hand, avoiding eye contact with her chin raised as she strutted past cliques of students softly starting to whisper as she passed.
"They say her name's Rachel Berry. Got transferred from a school out in D.C., but no one knows for sure why."
The new student walked up to her locker, turning the dial deftly and opening it, placing the binders she didn't need in it before slipping out a book and glancing through it.
"Who cares why with a body like that? Dude, I'd kill to tap that."
Noah Puckerman watched as the brunette began leafing through the pages from the start and was soon halfway through it. His eyes ran down her body, taking in the black tights covered by a long, dark red, button-up shirt, rolled up to her elbows with the first few top buttons undone, a black belt circling her waist. Bracelets lined her wrists and an assortment of necklaces hung against her collarbone and dipped downwards, including silver chains and pale-colored beads. He raised an eyebrow, but pushed off the locker.
"Yeah, good luck. Doesn't seem to be trying to make friends, Puck."
"That's never stopped the Puckasaurus before. I'm numba wah," Puck stated, puffing out his chest and smoothing a hand over his mohawk. He strutted over to the girl, leaning against the locker next to hers.
"Hi there, new girl. I'm Noah Puckerman, Puck for short. Seriously, don't call me Noah. Let me just say that you are the hottest girl here, and I would love to get," in your pants, "to know you more," he leered at her, undressing her in his mind. Oh, yeah. Mighty fine. He watched as she continued to leaf through the book, completely ignoring him.
"Hey, you deaf? Because I know someone as hot as you wouldn't be ignoring someone as hot as me."
Still no answer; she was almost at the end of the book.
"I'm just going to assume that's a really good book, even though I'm pretty sure those don't exist." He watched her, trying to gauge her reaction as she finally got to the last page, scanned it, and closed it, placing it back in her locker. She closed the door and turned away from him, walking towards her first period.
"Okay, seriously? Come on, new girl. I'm just trying to make conversation here. Give a dude a break," he called after her, reaching out and grabbing her upper arm, spinning her around before yanking his arm away at the chill of her skin even through her shirt.
"Holy shit, you're fucking freezing," Puck yelped, looking up at her and instantly internally cringing. There was something freaky about her eyes, but he couldn't place it.
"It matches her ice queen persona," Artie stated simply as he wheeled by.
They both watched him wheel away, Puck in confusion and the brunette in confused annoyance. She turned back to Puck, a look of confusion on her face before she once again glared at him, squaring her shoulders as if daring him to touch her again. Seeing that he was still staring confusedly at Artie, she turned and left.
"Well, that didn't go as well as you wanted, Puck," his friend said, walking up beside him.
"Shut up, Finn. No one asked you."
"Whoa, bro. Calm down. You wanna play CoD after school to make up for the hot loss?"
They both watched the brunette turn the corner and Puck shook his head slightly.
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
He turned in the opposite direction, gripping his backpack on one shoulder before walking towards the school doors. He wouldn't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day anyway, so why bother? There was just something about her eyes…
Throughout the entire day, people were watching the new girl, focusing on her moves and questioning her actions. She was starting to be considered a mystery (and popular because of it,) waiting for the right person to crack through her steely exterior and get her to talk, or interact in some way. So far, the only person who even got her to look at him was Puck before school.
People had been trying to get her to talk to them, but they had all failed so far. Attempts by Finn to engage her were thwarted by the girl simply walking away, ignoring him as he followed her like a lost puppy. And whereas the Cheerios tried to slushie her in order to get her attention, the brunette had somehow sidestepped the attack, continuing down the hall as a puddle of blue slushie sloshed to the floor and fuming Cheerios glared after her.
At lunch, the Glee club sat at the table, silently wondering about the new girl.
"I don't know what to make of her. Though, she has an interesting taste in clothing," a well-groomed boy stated aloud, finally bringing everyone out of the trance.
"She acts a bit superior than everybody else, though," Artie chimed in, looking between the members of the club. "Even when Tina didn't talk that much, she was still nice and engaged in conversation sometimes."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Well, alls I knows is that she's starting to get on my nerves," a snarky voice chimed in and everyone looked to the owner, seeing her filing her nails as if she hadn't said anything.
"Oh, which one? Is it the one I like to play with?" They all exasperatedly shook their heads as the blonde cheerleader's eyes twinkling as she looked at the Latina. They all watched as Santana leaned over to Brittany and the blonde nodding her head in understanding as the other girl whispered to her.
"Anyway, like I was saying," Santana continued, pointing her nail file at the rest of the group. "She's acting worse than Quinn normally does. At least she throws jabs at people and entertains me. This new girl just ignores everyone." They all nodded, even the other blonde cheerleader reading a book on the opposite of the table. "Some of the Cheerios tried to slushie her and she just moved out of the way. I mean, who does that?"
"So instead of her getting slushied… the rest of us did," one of the girls said, picking up a tater tot and munching on it.
"And I was wearing my new Marc Jacobs jacket. Unlike the football players, the Cheerios don't give me the courtesy of taking it off first. Nasty little cheerleaders," Kurt muttered, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips as he watched Mercedes consume her tots.
Santana cleared her throat, and he looked over to see all three cheerleaders looking at him.
"What? You'd deny it? Please, you take pride in it, Santana."
She pursed her lips before nodding slightly with a shrug. She had begun filing her nails again when she glanced over at Quinn, seeing the blonde cheerleader still reading whatever book she was reading.
"Hey, Preggers, no comment on the new girl? She might take your spot as the head frigid bitch. The school's already talking nonstop about her. Who knows, maybe Coach might offer her your spot," she stated nonchalantly, watching as the girl drew her shoulders back slightly and her hand gripped the book harder, making it twitch in her grasp.
"Don't look now, but I think you're actually giving a fuck about something," she threw in, smirking in delight when the blonde's jaw locked. "And if you don't keep your spot, what will Mommy and Daddy Dearest think of their little Quinnie-kins?"
The other Glee clubbers looked between the two warily before trying to act as if they weren't there as Quinn finally lifted her eyes to meet the Latina's. Hazel eyes narrowed and darkened in anger as she regarded the other cheerleader.
"They can't think any less of me, Santana, but you already knew that. So maybe you should learn to keep your mouth shut unless you actually have something useful to say."
"Oh noes you didn't, I wills ends you, Fabray," she replied, moving to get up before Brittany laid her hand upon her forearm looking at her pleadingly. "You're just lucky Britts is here. But don't think I won't, 'cause I will."
Quinn rolled her eyes before closing the book and grabbing her other notebooks. She stood up and walked out of the cafeteria as the Glee club watched her go.
"Well, you certainly still have your touch, Santana," Kurt commented after a moment of silence.
"Hells yeah I do, Porcelain."
As Rachel waltzed into her last period Spanish class, she rolled her eyes. Yet another year of Spanish taught by another fledgling, and probably horrid, teacher. She'd been through this cycle over and over, and it was starting to frustrate her. She was tired of having to take the same classes multiple years in a row, she was tired of the hassle of moving, and she was tired of all the looks people gave her.
Each school was the same. All the popular students hit on her and the lesser students talked behind her back. People either wished they could be her or be with her. She was tired of dealing with the shallow ways that humans exhibited, hence why she had begun to ignore everyone who approached her. Besides, they all seemed to want the one thing she hated to give to anyone: her attention.
None of them were worthy of her attention, in her opinion. None of them seemed interesting enough to warrant even a moment of her time, except for that Noah Puckerman who had grabbed her arm earlier that morning. He seemed somewhat familiar, but that could've been because of the sheer amount of arrogance he seemed to carry around him; it was like a pestilence surrounding him.
She sat down at her desk, delicately crossing her legs, and opening up to a random page in her notebook. Sighing, she ran her fingers across the across of the drawing, biting her cheek in thought. She looked down at the sketch of the woman on the page and placed her hand over it, closing her eyes. Her mother. She was the only person she seemed to miss whenever she moved, seeing as her mother believed her old enough to live by herself. She tried not to question her; there was no point, either she would obey her commands or she wouldn't. No need to question things.
She shrugged internally as she heard the bell ring and looked forward, watching as the supposed teacher walked in. Definitely going to be a horrid fledgling.
"Hola, clase. Buenas tardes. ¿Cómo están?" The class responded in a less than enthusiastic manner, not that it surprised her. She didn't even bother to respond; no one had heard her voice yet and there was no point in ruining that now.
"As you all know, this is Español dos, y me llamo Señor Schuester. Hoy nosotros…"
Thus began another period to tune out.
The sound of a bell drew Rachel out of her haze, causing her to focus her eyes back to the front of the room to watch as the teacher clapped his hands together once.
"Gracias por prestando atención, clase."
Everyone began to pack their things up, shuffling out of the room as soon as they stood up.
"Rachel, a word please?" Mr. Schuester called out to the girl who had yet to leave the class, causing her to stop mid-step. She turned and walked back towards him, observing that she was the only student left in the classroom.
"I know you just transferred here today and you probably haven't met many people yet, but we have a Glee club, and we're always looking for new students to join. We're meeting tomorrow, so if you'd like to show up and see what we're all about, we'd be more than happy to have you."
She nodded at him, watching as he looked at her as if waiting for her to respond verbally.
"Just think about it, okay?"
She nodded again before leaving the room.
As Rachel made her way to her locker, she saw a group of kids watching her: three cheerleaders, that dopey-looking boy who kept following her around, and a few other, less-jock-looking students. She turned her gaze back to her locker, popping it open and placing her notebooks in it before adjusting her necklaces and bracelets and checking her reflection in the mirror, smoothing her hand over her head. She closed the door quickly and turned on her heel, walking down the hallway towards the front doors.
"Hey, Rachel! Wait up!" A male voice called out behind her. Finn.
She internally groaned, starting to walk faster in order to get away from him, but his longer legs proved to be an unfair advantage for him. Tall bastard. Even as he caught up, Rachel didn't slow her pace to allow him a reprieve from walking at the fast pace she was maintaining.
"Hey, do you wanna go out with me tomorrow?" He asked, causing Rachel to abruptly stop. He smiled in triumph, mistaking her pause for an affirmative.
As she turned to look at him, his smile fell from his face. He took a step back, startled by the cold fury in her eyes. She took a step forward and he shrunk backwards, pressing himself up against the row of lockers. She held his gaze with a hard glare before she walked out of the school, not once turning back even though she could feel all of the remaining eyes in the hallway follow her out.
Finn was still watching the door as Santana came over, fanning herself.
"Well, I must say, that was pretty damn hot for a dwarf. How scared are you, Finnessa?"
Finn whimpered something under his breath and she laughed before walking back to Quinn, whose gaze was also fixed on the door.
"Saw something you liked, Quinniekins?"
The blonde glared at her before she walked out of the same doors the brunette had.
"I'm sure you'd love to have a look like that directed at you!" she called out before the blonde escaped, laughing when the girl shoved the door open violently.
"She totally thinks Rachel's hot, doesn't she, San?" Brittany asked, linking pinkies with the girl.
"Yeah, B. Maybe the pressed lemon will finally be unpressed." She smiled up at the blonde before walking down the hallway.
The next day was almost exactly like the first, with boys chasing Rachel around and Cheerios trying to slushie her, upping the amount from one to five slushie attempts, all failing. The Glee clubbers had all observed from afar, watching as she gracefully slid around corners and people, avoiding eye and body contact with everyone she could. By the end of the day, they were all anxious as to whether or not she would be joining the Glee club or not, mainly because having three Cheerios, three football players, and the most literally and figuratively untouchable girl in the club would definitely give the club more appeal. They all sat in the choir room, waiting not only for their teacher but also for the mysterious girl.
"She'll come, you guys. She seems like the kind of girl who likes music. And I think she likes me, too," Finn said optimistically.
"And when did you get that impression, Grimace? When she completely ignored you or when she stared you down like a lion does to a hyena?" Santana countered, glaring down at Finn from her position next to Brittany.
"I thought you didn't like watching Lion King," Brittany whispered, leaning in towards Santana.
"I don't unless it's with you," she muttered under her breath, trying not to let anyone else hear.
Kurt and Mercedes both rolled their eyes at the grin that stretched across Brittany's face and Santana's whipped status before sharing a secret smile at the girls' affections.
"Who are they trying to kid?" Mercedes whispered to Kurt.
He shook his head in response, coiffing his hair.
The door opened, causing everyone to tense and look up, seeing Mr. Schuester entering instead of the enigma that was Rachel Berry. They all groaned and sat back in their chairs, some muttering curses under their breaths while others glared at the teacher. He raised his hands in confused surrender, glancing back at the door and then the students.
Dismissing it, he clapped his hands together before addressing the class. After a few minutes, he picked up a marker and wrote the word 'harmony' on the board.
"Now class, this week I want you guys to partner up and work on a song that not only has harmony, but demonstrates the harmony between all of you. However, seeing as how we're one member short, I'm sure that someone would be willing to be in a group of three in order to—"
The door creaked open and they all stopped and turned to see the short brunette enter the room. Most of the Glee members were in shocked awe that the girl showed up and the others were trying to act nonchalant about it.
"Rachel! You came! I knew you would," Finn broke the silence, standing up and addressing the club. "See guys, I told you she would come!" He walked over to the girl and put his arm around her shoulders, only to yelp when he was suddenly pushed on his knees with his arm in between his shoulder blades. She yanked her hands away, as if realizing what she had done and took a few steps back, mere seconds from bolting out of the door.
Finn whimpered away from her, returning to his seat with a dejected pout on his face.
"So much for her liking you," Santana quipped from the back, a cocky smirk on her face. He turned to glare at her before crossing his arms and slouching in his chair. Puck and Sam both patted him on the back before looking back at the newest occupant of the room.
Rachel glanced from each person, the football players and the boy in the wheelchair, the two Asians, the black girl and the immaculately dressed boy, the two close cheerleaders, before her eyes fell upon the shorter of the two blonde cheerleaders.
"Quinn Fabray," she breathed, lips barely parting. As if the blonde had heard her, hazel eyes rose to meet hers. She took a step forward, her hand rising as if she were going to touch the cheerleader, despite the ten-yard distance between them. Quinn's brow furrowed together as the girl continued to stare at her without any trace of anger or coldness; she felt a warm wave flow over her and her eyes fluttered as her insides clenched.
Mr. Schuester cleared his throat as the club looked between the two girls and their eyes snapped to him. "Welcome to the club, Rachel. We were just about to start the assignment for the week and you're welcome to join us, if you'd like." She shrugged before glancing quickly at Quinn, who had turned her gaze back on her. She nodded slightly.
"Fantastic! Then how about we get partnered up?" She walked over to the risers and sat at the end of the top riser, a few seats away from Quinn, whose eyes still hadn't left her. "Okay," he continued, picking up a hat and pulling names out, watching as the pairs cheered as they were grouped together. "Artie and Sam, Mercedes and Kurt, Puck and Finn, Mike and Tina, Santana and Brittany, and Quinn and… Rachel."
Finn slouched further down his chair, wishing he had gotten Rachel but Puck punched his arm to distract him, leading to the other boy punching him back with a small smile on his face.
"Okay, everyone. How about we end the meeting here and let you all meet up and get to work on the assignment?" They all nodded and he smiled, clapping his hands once. "Fantastic. Then I'll see you guys next week with your selections."
Rachel turned to Quinn and smiled shyly as everyone began packing up and leaving and the blonde returned her smile, moving a chair closer to her.
"Hi, I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray," the cheerleader started, holding out her hand.
The brunette's smile widened slightly as she looked from the hazel eyes down to the pale hand extended towards her. "Rachel Berry. And I would love to shake your hand, but I always seem to be a bit shockingly cold."
Quinn's mouth dropped open. She talks. She recovered quickly and smiled brighter. "It's quite alright, I assure you-ooh," she jumped slightly as Rachel's hand gripped hers gently, "your hands are quite cold. Wow. Okay. Uh, that's okay. It won't stop me from touching you." She grinned at her before she noticed the amused smirk on the brunette's face and realized what she said. "I—did not mean it like that. Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I'm normally not weird." I'm never weird. What is going on?
Rachel giggled at the blonde's rapidly reddening cheeks and reaching out to touch the back of the pale hand with her other hand. She moved closer, leaving a chair between them. "It's quite alright. I understand the situation you're in, after all, who hasn't been caught off guard? Besides, I know all of you have been watching me for the last couple of days, so hearing me talk for the first time is probably quite a surprise."
Quinn blinked before laughing softly. "For someone who doesn't speak often, you speak a lot," she breathed out, unconsciously moving half a seat closer to the girl. Rachel smiled genuinely at her as she pulled back one of her hands to rest it against the back of her chair, propping her head upon her hand and watching the blonde.
"You're clever, Quinn. Oh-so clever," she responded, her eyes dancing between the blonde's. "I'm sure you have all the girls tripping over themselves to get to you."
"Oh. Yeah. Of course," she answered distractedly as she lost herself in the reddish brown eyes and the soft movements of the girl's fingers drifting across the inside of her wrist. "Wait. Girls? What? I, I don't have girls—what?"
The movements stopped and Rachel looked away quickly before looking back, raising an eyebrow. "Really, Quinn? You don't think watching me every time I'm in the vicinity of you says something about preference?"
"But, but everyone's been watching you. Who's to say that I, I, I'm any different from the other girls watching you?"
"Please excuse my vanity, but how many of them do you think would want to roll around in the hay with me? Or at least be willing. I can guarantee Santana and Brittany would be more than enthusiastic to get more," she paused, searching for the right word before leaning forward to husk in the blonde's ear, "acquainted with me." She pulled back slightly, watching the blonde's eyes flutter and her mouth part slightly, warm puffs cascading down the brunette's neck. She trailed her finger down the girl's neck and dipped into the neck of the cheerleading outfit. "Tell me, Quinn, don't you want to get more acquainted with me?" She purred as her fingertips glided behind the pale neck, cupping the soft, warm flesh and making the girl gasp at the icy hand.
"God, yes," Quinn husked, her forehead resting against the brunette's. She brushed her nose against Rachel's and shuddered as the hand on her neck teased her nape. Rachel smiled as she leaned forward, wanting so badly to press her lips against the cheerleader's, but she was met with air as the door was opened loudly.
"I'm telling you, Britt, you didn't leave your—" Santana paused upon seeing the two girls looking guilty—or rather, Quinn looking guilty and Rachel looking annoyed. "Oh, well look who it is. Abouts to gets your mack on, Fabgay? Such a shame, I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm kinda glad I did. The look on your face is priceless. I gotta say, Q, I'm surprised you got this far in such little time."
By the time Santana had finished talking, the two girls were separated by three chairs again; Quinn was redder than a tomato, and Rachel was wishing the other two cheerleaders would leave.
"Well, Quinn, if we are not going to work on our… assignment then I'm going to head home. No sense in me staying here when I could be doing something productive," Rachel stated, packing up her bag and raising an eyebrow at the blonde. Hazel eyes drifted to the other cheerleaders before settling back on the brunette as she started to walk towards the door.
"I'll, uh, see you guys later," Quinn said to the two friends before packing up and following the brunette. However, before she could leave, Santana grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Wha—get off me, Santana. I have to catch up to her." She glanced out the window of the door, watching as Rachel walked down the hallway. She snapped her head towards Santana as she felt the girl's grip tighten and yank her back.
"Look, Q. I know you're excited to have the ice queen notice you and all, but you need to make sure you're thinking about what you're doing. If something happens to you, B will get sad, and then I'll have to listen to her cry, and you know how much it pisses me off when people make her cry," Santana hissed, pulling the blonde closer to her so that Brittany, who was still trying to find her lost rubber ducky, couldn't hear. "Just… watch your back, Q." As Santana released her grip on Quinn, the Latina joined Brittany in searching and Quinn rushed out the door.
Much to her chagrin, the brunette was nowhere in sight, but the blonde quickly made her way to the doors she believed the girl had walked out of. She groaned as she caught no sight of the girl before starting to her car and heading home.
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