A/N: This for those who told me what they wanted to see. I hope all of you find these offerings satisfactory.
The door slamming broke the silence that enveloped my home, In a few short moments Rachel is in her room and narrowly misses me when she throws her bag my way.
Hey that was completely uncalled for Rachel Berry, not to mention irresponsible! You pick this bag up right this instant.
She's pacing in her room and I can barely make out some of the words. She tends to ramble oh so terribly when she's mad. Watching her move form point to point is making me a bit nauseous. It reminded me of old times. Like that fateful day that they kissed, I'm still on the fence on whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, Quinn does have some redeemable qualities.
"I can't believe she'd even think I was capable of doing that," she huffs, "Not after everything we've been through," she adds as she bends down to grab her bag and throws it in the general direction of her desk.
"She made it sound like I was capable of such evil things!" she continues as she bangs her closet door grabbing some clothes, "We're talking about Quinn Fabray here, the HBIC of McKinley high, asking me if I actually had anything to do with the succession of pranks on cheerios who have been quite frankly offensive and uncivilized towards me."
I could only watch as she stuffed her clothes into another bag, before entering her bathroom. I could still hear her mutter under her breath.
"She should know that I do not advocate violence of any kind,"
That's right, not unless it's make believe like on that box of yours.
"That I would probably give them a good stern talking to,"
Coz we all know you love to talk
"And that I would never, ever find a way to have all of them thrown off that despicable cheerleading team!"
Yes because, wait what?
She comes out of her bathroom with her hair in a bun, and dressed in her leggings and sports bra, "How they got kicked out I have no idea, it was all purely coincidental that they all got thrown off a week before their competition. It had nothing to do with the fact that last week, they purposely vandalized my locker and left disturbing comments on my MySpace. Both of which she already had them clean and delete, I see no reason why I should even attempt to enact vengeance."
Wait, what?
Ok I admit, I'm quite the slow walker, but that does not by anyway mean I am slow. But her rant was quite long winded, and uttered too fast and dramatically for me to follow all of them. It also doesn't help that I can smell the strawberries from downstairs.
Rachel snaps her fingers near my head, and I wanted to bite them. Only she was too quick.
Hey I was having a moment there!
"Focus Tello! I know you weren't listening to me," she glares at me.
I'm glaring right back Rachel JSYK! And I was listening you just talk too much!
She huffs at this, "We're going over to Brittany, she's mad at Santana right now so we're keeping her and Charity company," she says lifting me up.
Yay! Roadtrip! I hope that fluffy thing is not there, I don't like it at all.
"Maybe you and Charity can be friends, Brittany says her cat reads her diary all the time," she says as she carries me downstairs.
Hold up, did you just say Cat?
I kick my feet, extend my neck and do anything I could, I even play dead, I close my eyes, let my limbs hang out and stuck out my tongue.
"It'll be fun Tello, you'll see," she tells me, "besides I need a little bit of distraction right now, I'm mad at Quinn so you should be too."
I don't like fluffy things! I don't like them. And Quinn is nice, I like Quinn, she gives me strawberries and rose petals and she makes you smile.
She turns me around and looks me straight in the eye, before she frowns then pouts and then starts looking like a really sad panda, or dog. That all I could do is hide in my shell, just as I was all the way in, I see a smile grace her lips.
Drat! I hate it when you do that.
"Time for a little girls night in," she says.
Hey! I'm not a girl Rachel!
And just like all the times before this, my pleas are unheard. Maybe I can get away with hiding in my shell the whole time we're there. Yeah that sounds like a good idea.
-o-o-o-o-
This is the worst idea you have ever had Rachel Berry. I've going to gnaw at all your sheet music. I know where you're signed wicked poster is! Mark my words I will get vengeance for this.
Right now, Brittany is painting my shell. With nail polish.
I would have been ok with it, had it not been pink. Not just pink, neon pink. I watch her grab a bottle of fire engine red nail polish.
God. Allah. Buddha. And whatever deity can hear me right now, please strike me down and kill me. This is torture. Absolute torture.
Rachel was on the bed, currently petting a comfortable looking tabby cat. She was gently speaking to it, and was enjoying running her fingers through its fur. "You like that? I bet that feels good," she whispers, "I never get to do this with Tello, but Brittany seems to be enjoying herself. I hope Tello is too."
She lifts her head and smiles at me, and I'm not as mad anymore. It's the first smile I've seen since she got home, "Don't be jealous. You're the only pet for me," she coos.
Jealous? I'm not jealous. Who wants to have their fur messed up by some human petting them over and over until you fall asleep? I'm not jealous that that cat climbed onto your lap without an issue and is snuggled up to you in a way I never could.
Nope! Not jealous at all.
Brittany finally gets up and walks over to the bed, snuggling close to Rachel and her cat.
Who likes cats anyway?
"Doesn't Tello look beautiful?" she asks Rachel.
Rachel just chuckles at this shaking her head, "I don't think he likes having such bright colors on his shell Brittany," she says.
I certainly do not appreciate the colors on my back, but I appreciate the sentiment.
"I can change it later, can we eat some of that ice cream you brought with you now?" she asks.
Rachel nods her head, "Sure, maybe then you can tell me why you're mad at Santana."
"Only if you tell me why you're sad, did Quinn do something?"
I didn't hear the rest of their conversation; they left me in the room with Charity the cat.
Oh no! The cat!
I could only watch in fear as the cat languidly stretches on the bed, before hopping gracefully to the ground, it walks slowly towards me. And I hide in my shell. I am in no way a coward; I just know how to pick my battles. I was nudged from the side, but I stay hidden. I was determined to hide inside my shell until the girls return.
Relax Shelly, I ain't gonna hurt you.
This makes me poke my head out.
You can speak?
No numnuts! You're talking to the walls? Is there anyone else here that can actually talk to you?
For someone owned by Brittany it sure sounds a lot like Santana. That spitfire.
I don't like being ridiculed; I would appreciate it greatly if you stop.
Wow, You're like a cross breed of Quinn and Rachel, feisty and wordy
And you talk like Santana.
Well she did get me for Brittany, and she's always here.
I'm sorry, force of habit I guess. Now if we're going to talk to each other I'd prefer it if you call me Donatello or Tello. Shelly is not my name as you might have heard from my Rachel. And it's much too close to the name Shelby which I loathe.
Fine. Tello no need have a friggin heart attack.
Thank you.
So know why those two are here, but their significant other aren't?
Rachel said she and Quinn got into a fight. Yours?
She's mad at Santana for doing something wrong.
She stretches some more, and lies down beside me, she blinks sleepily and sighs.
As much as I love the peace and quiet that comes with my Brittany and Santana fighting, I don't like seeing her sad.
I know exactly what you mean.
We look at each other then. It was then I knew, we totally had things in common
They're really weird
Yeah, and they fight all the time.
Right on the money! Then when they patch things up, they're all over each other making out or having sex. Ew.
I hide or make myself scarce once they make up, but I still hear them sometimes its gag worthy.
Agreed.
I scratched her once, Brittany was mad at me but she was madder at Santana, she can be quite a bitch sometimes.
Seriously? You scratched her?
Yeah, I hissed at her too. She actually jumped from her seat when I did.
Oh where have you been all my life?
I don't swing your way.
Neither do I, I mean in your way.
We spend hours talking and I was quite glad I found a friend, even if she has a knack for knocking on my shell for amusement.
You're not so bad after all Tabby.
You're pushing it Shelly.
I think Rachel was quite surprised to find us lying side by side. I was after all scolded for not playing well with others. Brittany just giggles at the sight and snaps a few pictures.
And as Rachel bid Brittany goodbye the next day, Charity and I share a look. I look forward to more adventures with this girl. She's something alright, definitely something else.