Tutoring Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

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A/N: My first ever fanfic!!! Wish me luck ;) Before babygate.

Today was like any other day. Of course there were people pointing and laughing at me, but having talent comes with a price. I am Rachel Berry, and I definitely have talent. Luckily, my price is not a big deal, because I am perfectly well aware of what the rest of the student body thinks about me, and quite frankly, I don't really care. As I realize that I am not very high up on the social hierarchy scale, all of this will be worth-while when I become a famous star on Broadway.

I walked into Glee today, and went to sit by the people who are most probably my only friends in this school. Kurt, Mercedes, Artie, and Tina were sitting on one side of the room, while Finn, Noah, Matt, Mike, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were on the other. There was a silent agreement that even though we were all gleeks, we kept to ourselves. Mercedes called to me when she spied me walking through the door.

"Hey girl!"

"Hello Mercedes." I said beaming at her.

Life was so much easier when you have friends to back you up.

"One day, darling, you will realize that you need my help to save your wardrobe from the appalling state that it is currently in." Kurt told me in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Hello to you too Kurt" I said sarcastically.

I was used to it. This is Kurt's way of telling me hello every morning.

"Anyway, me and Kurt were just talking about how Artie and Tina need to stop making goo-goo eyes at each other and just go for it." Mercedes said unblushingly. Tina went red and Artie developed a sudden interest in his right shoe.

I was way on board with this. It's obvious that these two love each other and both are too shy to do anything to something about it. So I encouraged her, even though I was not impressed with how she went about it.

"I think that's a fabulous idea! When are you two going to go out?"

Before Artie could retort, Mr. Scheuster walked into the room.

"Alright guys, I have some really bad news for everyone. It seems as though we aren't eligible for sectionals."

There was an outburst of worried conversation and only Noah looked completely unaffected by the news. As usual. However I have to admit, that did surprise me a small bit. He had admitted to us one day that he actually liked Glee. Odd.

"Why not Mr. Schue?" Brittany asked in a worried voice

"It seems as though Puck is failing math class, which makes him academically incapable of being in Glee. I'm surprised you haven't heard about this from Coach Tanaka yet Puck!"

Puck mumbled something about not going to the last practice. "What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Well we need someone to tutor him. Midterms are coming up and they might be his only chance of bringing his grade up to a D. I was thinking that you could tutor him."

This threw Puck off. "Wait, wait, wait. What? I am not getting tutored by that crazy chick."

"I think I'd have to agree with Noah on this one-"It's Puck"- this might have a disastrous result."

I looked around, and I realized that I had just totally lost Brittany, Finn, Mike, and Matt on 'disastrous'.

"You see what I mean? How the hell am I supposed to get learn anything from that? I don't even understand half of what comes out of her mouth!"

"I'll have you know I take a tremendous amount of pride in my advanced vocabulary."

"Enough! Rachel, Puck, I know you aren't happy about this, but you're just gonna have to deal with it. Now, let's get to singing!"

And so it began.

RPOV:

The next day I searched for Noah throughout the hallways, and found him flirting with some girl by his locker. I waited patiently until he was done. As I approached him he shot me daggers until I reached him.

" 'Sup Berry?"

"Hello Noah."

"Dude stop calling me Noah. You sound like my fucking mom."

"I find your language to be crass and I presume it is a reflection of your inner personality."

"Well, I'm guessing that crass means badass, so thanks. So, I saw you standing there while I was talking to Stacy. If you were staring at me, who can blame you, after all I am one fine piece of ass."

I rolled my eyes at him, took a deep breath, and started again.

"I came here to set up a schedule. How would Thursdays afterschool work out for you?"

"Nope. Football."

"Okay then Tuesdays."

"Nada."

"Fridays?"

"Hell no!"

"I would appreciate a little more help on your part!"

"Jeez Berry, take it down an octave. How bout Mondays?"

"Fine, but you better be on time!"

With that I walked off to class.

PPOV:

Right after Stacy walked away, Rachel walked up to my locker. Damn, her skirts were short.