AN: This is a story for DestinyFaithHope, i do hope you enjoy it as well as everyone else! More chapters to come soon.
"Hey, Rachel! How was your summer?" A familiar voice said towards the short brunette. Licking her dry lips, she turned to be faced with the familiar blonde head cheerleader, her high pony perfect as always and the very stunning skirt fitting her as if it were made for her curves. Smiling slightly, she replied, her voice steady and calm.
"Hello, Jessica. It was actually very unproductive, but I am looking forward to try-outs today, I've been practicing all summer with my dads, and I'm sure my backhand springs have improved since last year." Rachel said, putting her left hand on her hip and raising her chin slightly.
"I highly doubt you need any help with your routine, Rachel. It's obvious, next to me, you're Coach Sue's favorite. I do hope you plan on taking notes from me this year, because I'm sure you'll be in my place next year for your Junior year." Jessica, the head cheerleader, replied with a sweet smile.
"Oh, I plan on taking plenty of notes, thank you." Rachel replied, matching her smile.
"I anticipate the time we will be spending together then. By the way, your boyfriend is on his way over here." Jessica replied, eyeing a certain tall quarter back who was currently strutting his jersey proudly, a football placed perfectly under his arm.
Locking her jaw tightly, Rachel turned to Jessica as she tried to suppress her smile. "He isn't my boyfriend." She sighed softly before turning back to him. "Not yet."
"Mmhm. Well, don't let him get away. He is the best for you." Jessica replied, turning quickly before shooting back at her, "Try-outs start at three-thirty, don't be late." Rachel nodded, her hand still placed firmly on the waist of her dress line before Finn Hudson made his way over and began leaning against her locker with a smirk.
"How was your summer, Rachel?" He asked, turning his back to the locker and tossing the football up.
"As I told Jessica, very unproductive. I spent all summer preparing my routine for Coach Sylvester." Rachel said, proudly.
"Well, I don't think you'll need to be practicing much. Plus, don't you have like an awesome voice too? You're a triple threat and will totally get a position, good lungs or something for yelling, right?" Finn said, stopping with the football and turning to Rachel.
"Perhap-" Just then, someone called to Finn. Both turned, Finn looking towards Noah Puckerman, the school's whore, who was currently caring a smirk while leaning next to a Freshman girl's locker.
Rachel's mouth suddenly went dry as she witnessed a girl with redish blonde hair walk by, John Lennon style sunglasses on and a much too short 'Guns & Roses' shirt with leather tight pants and Doctor Martens to top it all off. Suddenly all thoughts she had in her mind escaped her as the girl turned to shoot a grin at Rachel. Shaking her head, Rachel heard the familiar voice of Finn Hudson once again.
"...and ever since then he's been my best friend. Cool story, huh?" He asked, a goofy smile on his face.
"Very interesting, yes." Rachel agreed, trying to push her head back to Finn.
"So I was thinking, when you get on the Cheerios and all, would you want to maybe go out?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face. Smiling, Rachel nodded, almost jumping up and down with joy, the girl from before now completely forgotten.
"I would love to, Finn." She replied.
"Awesome." Finn said, a grin on his face. "I'll see you later then." And with that he was off. Smiling to herself, Rachel turned back to her locker, getting her books ready for her first class of Sophomore year.
-Exactly one year later, junior year-
"Show me magic, Rachel." Coach Sylvester said, a sneer on her face as she continued to write something down on her clipboard.
"Happy to, Coach." Rachel replied, the constant hammering of her heartbeat in her chest as she then performed her head cheerleader worthy routine in the gym as the other girls watched from the bleachers.
Once she had finished she received a standing ovation, Coach Sue standing up and clapping as well. "See, that is what I want to see. Girls, say hello to your new head cheerleader, Rachel Berry!" She said, handing Rachel her uniform.
"Thank you, Coach." Rachel replied, taking the uniform and turning to the bathroom to quickly change.
Zipping it up in one of the stalls, she heard someone walk in. Thinking it was one of the other girls, crying at their failure, she decided to ignore it, grabbing a hair tie from her bag and exiting the stall only to be met with Quinn Fabray, the school's punk. She was currently washing her hands, a grin on her, red cheeks, a sweaty brow with a pink fade in her hair. She seemed to be slightly out of breath as she licked at her lips.
Rolling her eyes, Rachel put her bag on the side of her as she turned to the mirror to begin her usual high pony.
"Don't those things give you headaches?" Quinn asked, going to dry her hands.
"No. It shows that I am more superior to people like you." Rachel replied, pulling her hair tightly and smiling at her work before turning to grab her make up, Quinn then leaned against the wall, watching her closely, her grin still prominent on her face.
"Nah, it just makes you look like a brat." Quinn replied, a snort coming from her mouth. Turning her head quickly, Rachel began to glare at the girl who then put her hands up in the air. "Only saying the truth, Barbra."
"What did you call me?" Rachel asked, her face softening a fraction as she continued to stare the girl up and down.
"Barbra? Like Streisand? Do you not know who that is?" Quinn asked, putting her hands down.
"Shut up, I'm not an idiot. I know who that is, she is my ido-" Rachel stopped herself. "Why did you call me that?"
"I've heard you sing in the auditorium, babe. You've got a sweet voice. Sound just like her." Quinn replied, turning to the mirror and checking out her appearance, her ripped leather jeans revealing a small fraction of what looked like boxer briefs to Rachel.
"I didn't think anyone could hear me." She said, looking up to meet hazel eyes.
"Well, I can hear you. I usually hang out here before driving home. Walk around the school, catch people fucking in empty classrooms and junk." Quinn was now cleaning off something from her shirt. "Listen to people sing in the auditorium." She said, a grin on her face. "Like I said before, you've got a voice. Why're you wasting time with Sue? She's not going to do shit for you just so you know."
"How are you so sure about that?" Rachel said, defensively.
"You've gotta be fucking with me, Rach." Quinn said, turning to Rachel who was now glaring again. "She's insane."
"People never spend enough time trying to get to know her." Rachel shot back.
"And you know her? Do something with yourself. Use your voice." Quinn said, beginning to exit the bathroom.
"Wait." Rachel said, unable to think of a reason as to why she would say that.
"Yeah?" Quinn replied, hazel eyes glinting in her direction, the grin still stuck on her face.
"Um, why aren't you ever in class? You're suppose to be in my first and seventh period class but you're never there." Rachel said, mentally applauding herself for wonderful acting skills.
"Please, babe. I can pass school easy without one class. You've got a voice and I've got a brain." Quinn said, pointing to her head. "Figgins knows this which is why I haven't received a truancy letter. I'm usually hanging under the bleachers on the field." She then began to eye the girl up and down then smiled, her white teeth showing perfectly as her tongue stuck out to lick dry lips. Making eye contact with brown eyes she said, "Stop by anytime." And with that she was gone.
Feeling her heart stop, Rachel stood there for a few minutes, completely taken back at what had just happened. Her belly began to tighten as a certain arousal shot through her. Staring down, she gulped loudly and went to pick up her things and exit the bathroom.