Pretty Reckless a Glee fic.

Disclaimer: No matter how I like to boast that I do, I sadly do not own Glee. However I do own my laptop, my imagination and this storyline. ;)

Okay, wow! I'm so happy that you guys actually seem to like my story so far, considering it's only been one chapter as well; it brightens my day! Your reviews are like cake to me, I eat them up. Hells yea! ;) LOL. Ohmygod when Brittany was like "That's my man and his legs don't work!" how freaking adorable? I'm in love with Brittany and Artie. I found it hil-freaking-arious when she picked him up and carried him to the bed in ep he lost his V! Those two are so different, yet so suited! I'm sorry to all the Quinn lovers, but you'll have to bare with me for now, because without Quinn being a bitch; we have no story! BAH! But she might come around... eventually. You never know. ;) Also another quick warning, I hate Lauren. I have nothing against people who are on the more curvier side, although it may seem that way throughout this story. But like I said, it's part of the story. I just hate her because she's all up my mans, woops I mean Rachel's mans, grill. Puckleberry Forver! Ryan needs to take his finger out his ass and make some magic happen with the best T.V couple since TJ and Spinelli! (Okay I know they weren't a couple, but c'mon! Go with the flow! Lol) Anyway I really should stop rambling, it's just so hard, you know? Anyway I'll zip it now. I bring to you chapter 2.


Chapter 2 - Scheming & Team Twilight

Rachel stared at Santana and Mercedes, her mouth agape. She realised how ridiculous she must look, and judging by Santana's smirk and amused expression and Mercedes' outright guffawing, she figured that she was, in fact, right. But she couldn't help but stare at these two like they both had grown two heads, because seriously? What they were suggesting was insane, downright crazy! And people had the audacity to dub her 'crazy'? With these two around? She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

"Jesus Berry, I think this is the quietest I've ever seen you!" Santana was now full-out laughing along with Mercedes, her hands clutching at her ribs.

"I-I know!" Mercedes boomed, her thunderous voice echoing around Rachel's bedroom. "Quick, call Oprah... or a doctor!" she cracked, only causing the two to laugh all the more.

Finally finding her voice, Rachel snapped. "I'm glad that the pair of you seem to be bonding over my obvious discomfort, I really appreciate it. It makes one feel all kinds of awesome; I'm just so happy that I can please you both so immensely." she droned sarcastically, one hand on her hip and her foot tapping in impatience.

"Holy shit, did Berry just use sarcasm?" Santana said mockingly, her hand flying to her mouth and fake gasping before rolling around Rachel's queen size bed in a fit of giggles.

"Damn, this is something else! We need to phone the Guinness World Records!" Mercedes barked, catching her breath momentarily before joining Santana. "Or a therapist!"

"You two are insufferable, you know that? I don't see how you can both sit there and act so casually as if you hadn't just... as if you hadn't just..." she stuttered, stumbling over her words.

"As if what?" Santana smirked, finally calming down, unlike Mercedes, and sitting in an upright position against Rachel's headboard.

"As if you hadn't just asked me, Rachel Berry, to... to engage in a scandal with you!" Rachel informed them aghast, her eyes wide. Never looking more innocent in her life, the other two females couldn't help but once again roll around in a fit of hysterics. "This isn't funny you guys, it's anything but amusing. This could tarnish my impeccable record!" she said offended.

"Please Berry, you have the teachers and McKinley eating out the palm of your hand, and when their not eating out of yours, they're sure as hell eating out your Daddies. You can't honestly tell me that you've never used that to your advantage before? 'Cause I know that's bullcrap, I sure as hell would have." Santana pressed with a smirk.

"Maybe a couple of times, but only under important circumstances and when completely necessary." Rachel sighed in defeat. "I usually use my amazing acting skills; like that time I got Sandy Ryerson fired for example. But I did that purely because that solo was rightfully mine. Sandy only favoured my competition because... he has a penis." she whispered

Santana and Mercedes had different emotions written across their features; amusement, awe, humour, surprise and... satisfaction? Rachel was confused.

"Penis?" Santana choked, her face burning red as she struggled to hold back her laughter. She couldn't believe how innocent the girl was! But she'd admit, it was endearing.

"So you're telling me, that you only go out of your way to ruin people if they truly deserve it?" Mercedes prodded ignoring Santana, a grin to wide for Rachel's liking on her face.

"Yes..." Rachel said unsure. "I don't see where you're going with this?" she questioned, now completely confused.

"Quinn Fabray; she's gone out of her way to make your life a living hell since middle school. Name calling, pornographic images, slushie facials, tp'ing your house, making homo-sexual comments about your Dads, trying to steal your thunder in Glee club, macking on Finn when you've only just broke up and just been a downright bitch to you... even after the many times that you've extended your hand of friendship, offered to forgive her for everything and call a truce, offered to take her in when she was pregnant and had no where else to go..." Santana listed off with an arched brow, her tone getting harsher and harsher as she went on and even a little guilty.

Rachel smiled sadly; Santana had previously informed her of Finn and Quinn's recent, uh, activities. Seeing guilt in Santana's eyes, she shook her head and smiled brightly letting her know that she was silly to be feeling guilty. The girls had previously apologised to each other completely, and there were no hard feelings.

"Finn Hudson; lead you on when he was with Quinn then dropped just like that," she paused and clicked her fingers as if to to emphasize her point. "Boys continually breaking your heart. He chose foot-ball over Glee. Repeatedly strung you on since starting Glee, only for you to be left in tears each time. Says he doesn't want you, but when you move on, white boy goes all caveman on your ass. Finally gets with you, but then begs you to keep the relationship a secret in fear of ruining his reputation, then dumps you to find his 'inner rockstar', only to come crawling back when you've moved on. Lies about sleeping with 'Tana, then finishes with you when you kissed Puckerman, and now he's gone running back to Quinn." Mercedes rambled on, her expression matching Santana's.

"What have either of them ever done for you really, B?" Santana questioned, the endearment rolling off her tongue before she could think about it. But seeing Rachel visibly brighten, she continued with a shrug. "Nowt that's what. When have they ever really been there for you, when it hasn't benefited themselves? Have they ever invited you to go out? Finn maybe, but didn't he always make you go far, careful not to be seen by any of the team? Have any of them ever had your back? Did Finn even attempt to get the jocks to lay off you? Face it, B; you give and give and give, and all they do is take. They offer nothing in return." Santana growled, frustrated that Rachel couldn't see them for what they truly w-

"Let's do it." Rachel finally agreed, her voice firm and strong. Santana and Mercedes were right; the pair had used Rachel as a stepping-stone in their ploys, not caring about her feelings and how it would affect her. Finn didn't even tell her he had kissed Quinn, she had to find out through her friends. Friends Rachel suddenly thought; the word sounded foreign, even in her mind. But it sounded right, and call her dumb, but she truly believed that these two were exactly that; her friends. And friends are there for each other, and her friends were looking out for her in that moment. A little payback wouldn't harm anyone... plus, it could be fun considering just how different the three girls were.

Rachel got away with a lot at school due to the constant checks her Dads were sending in; she'd blackmailed Figgins' on numerous occasions that if he ever dared to remove her from Glee or any of her other clubs, she'd immediately put a stop to the payments. Of course, Figgins' was quick to change his mind. She had incredible acting skills, and could make anyone a victim if she really wanted to, all she had to do was threaten to serve Figgins' with a lawsuit and remind him that her Daddy was a very well-known and respected lawyer. But of course, only when it was completely necessary. She was after all Rachel Berry. But every geek had their dark side, just begging to take out. She feared that Santana would bring that very dark side out, she had after all earlier promised that she was going to 'Corrupt the hell out of you, Berry; you can be my little sidekick!' with a brilliant smile. But that aside, Rachel knew that she'd have no problem tugging on Figgins' strings every now and then; after all, she certainly deserved it due the numerous things he'd allowed the jocks and cheerios' to do to her, right under his nose.

Rachel definitely brought the brains and her impeccable acting skills to their friendship.

Santana got away with a lot due to her popularity and spot on the Cheerios', Figgins', as much as he tried to, would never go against one of Sue's 'minions'. And even though Santana was no longer on the squad, Figgins' still wouldn't touch her in case she ever decided to rejoin the squad, in fear of Sue's retaliation. she still had the social-status. That very social-status, and a little fear, could make the freshman Cheerios' do anything for her. Even dirty little jobs... Plus it made her untouchable, and by extension, Rachel and Mercedes also. Not to mention, her Dad too made great donations to the school.

Santana brought her social-status to the group.

Mercedes? She brought her fear and her intimidating presence.. With one frosty look, Mercedes could make anyone quiver in fear, even the saint Quinn Fabray. She too, was also a great benefit to the new trio group. She could use her fear to get information, and to generally frighten people.

The new trio was definitely going to be a force to reckon with.

"What?" Santana asked, not sure if she had heard right.

"I said 'let us do it'." Rachel stated, a small smirk tugging at her lips making Santana proud. "I'm fed up of being a push-over and having people use and abuse me. That is said correctly, right? 'Used and abused', hmm? Anyway as I was saying... I'm fed up of being 'that stupid gleek freak, Berry'. I'm sick to death of slushie facials, they do nothing for my complexion and flawless skin. I'm tired of having people constantly walk all over me. But more importantly; I'm tired of being Finn's rebound girl and I'm tired of fearing Quinn Fabray. I'm done with it all. I'm ready to kick some ass!" by the time Rachel had finished her speech, Santana's and Mercedes' arms were wrapped around her and the 3 were jumping around excited.

"Phase 1: Make-over." Santana said with a sly grin in Mercedes direction.

"I don't know about a make-over, San." Rachel said, shortening Santana's name and grinning wide when Santana beamed. "It's seems slightly dramatic, even for me. Everyone will think I'm just trying to make myself known and make a spectacle of it. It will draw unwanted attention to myself and I'll practically have a car shape target imprinted on my back."

"Yeah and if it comes to that girl, you know I got your back." Mercedes promised. "I'll hafta introduce them to the fists of fury." she winked, raising her fists causing the girls to giggle.

"And seriously, B; it's going to be a new start for the all of us, why not make it more definite with a new look?" Santana persuaded, her eyes gleaming. "We need a new style to go with our new 'badass attitude'! I sure as hell need some, and it goes without saying that you do too, B." she teased, nudging Rachel's shoulder to let her know she was only messing.

"Hey! I resent that!" Rachel said, trying to act offended but the smile tugging at her lips easily giving her away.

"Plus, the inner shopping freak in me is begging to be released! We need to up our style before we can up our game." Mercedes joined in, her eyes pleading.

"Please Mercy, I invented that look, it won't work on me." Rachel huffed, though she was already on board.

"Mercy? I like it. Know why? 'Cause I sure as hell won't be sparing 'The Inns' none." Mercedes joked, causing the other two girls to giggle.

"It's so weird how easily we're getting along with each other." Santana said suddenly, the other two nodding in agreement.

"Alright less of the mush talk! It's time to go... shopping!" Mercedes squealed, imitating the Wayans brothers from White Chicks, going all out including spirit fingers. Rachel and Santana laughed loudly, but joined in. And soon enough they were in Santana's cherry red BMW 3 Series Coupé, speeding to the mall with Santana driving, Rachel shot-gun and Mercedes led out in the back. They couldn't take Rachel's sleek black The Audi R8 Coupé Spyder, much to each of their dismay due to the fact the car only harboured 2 seats. And Mercedes much preferred to go out in Santana's car to her own shiny, silver Volvo S80 Sedan.

"Hey B, do you think your Dads will mind if me and Mercy crash at yours tonight? You know, so we can get ready tomorrow together and arrive at school together. So it sort of gives us that united-front edge?" Santana enquired, only momentarily taking her eyes off the road to peak at Rachel.

"I can't stay tonight I'm afraid girls, Wednesday's are my parents 'date night' so I babysit my baby bro." Mercedes shuddered, offering an apologetic smile.

"That's cool, another time right?" Rachel asked hopefully to which Mercedes responded by nodding eagerly. "And no San, it's fine it you'd still like to stay. My Dads won't be back in Lima until Sunday evening, before jetting off again Tuesday morning." she grumbled bitterly and Santana sympathised, she too knew exactly how it felt to be on your own.

"Of course I'm still gonna stay, fool." she joked. "We'll just have to meet Mercedes outside of school and drive in together. You know this totally means we're taking your car right?" she asked with an ear-splitting grin as she peeled into a lone car-parking space that a small Toyota Prius was attempting to reverse into. "How have I never noticed your car before?"

"Because I've only had it for the past 2 weeks. My Dads brought it for me as a 'We're-sorry'we're-not-home-often' present to ease their guilt. I haven't drove it to school yet in fear of it being vandalized." Rachel answered as she jumped out the passenger seat, scooping up her and bag and slinging it on her shoulder, her tone bitter.

"Workaholic 'rents?" Santana inquired with a sympathetic smile, pressing a button on her keys, locking the car up and linking on to both girls.

"Something like that. It's horrible having a Dad who runs his own private law firm and a Daddy who has his own interior decorating business that people in New York seem to love. They practically live there you know? That's where both of their main departments are so they often stay in one of the penthouse's they have over there." she informed with a sad smile.

"Is that another reason why you want to escape Lima and head to New York, so that you'll see them more?" Mercedes questioned as they entered the mall.

"Yes, I suppose so." Rachel answered with a sigh.

"I can relate. My Papá's kind of well known surgeon, and he spends Monday to Friday in Cincinnati, only comes home on weekends. I know it's not that far, but I still don't see him through the week. But it's cool because my Madre is a full-time housewife and she's always home." The affection Santana had for her Mum was obvious in her tone as she spoke. "You'll both have to over mine and meet her tomorrow; she'll love you both! She hated Quinn, well she hated Quinn's mom, so she automatically disliked Quinn." Santana laughed.

"I'd love for that, Santana." Rachel smiled widely as Santana led the girls into the nearest shop.

"Hell yeah, sounds good to me! Now lets drop this depressing talk and hit the shops!" Mercedes boom, tugging the girls with her causing them to giggle at her enthusiasm.

A few hours later, three very tired and stuffed girls pulled into Rachel's drive way. They'd decided to eat at the mall, after Rachel had to beg Mercedes for a break in fear of her ankles breaking. After helping load all Mercedes items into her car, and strict orders from Santana on which outfit she had to wear, the girls waved Mercedes off as she headed home and headed inside themselves. After informing Santana's mom of her whereabouts and where she'd be staying, the girls had a shower, picked out their outfits for the following day, slipped into some comfortable pj's and climbed into Rachel's bed to watch Twilight. A common favourite between the two former enemies.

"I'm so team Edward; seriously, the guy is perfect." Santana swooned as she buried deeper into Rachel's duvet, getting more comfortable. "So beautiful..." she yawned.

"No way! Team Jacob all the way; have you seen his abs? And you could get lost in the depths of his dark eyes." Rachel sighed, momentarily getting lost in thought.

"You're only saying that because you could pass as his twin sister." Santana snickered. "Seriously, you look like him, B."

"I do not!" Rachel said, her mouth agape.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. Taylor Lautner is a fine piece of ass and so are you Berry, your smokin' oakin'." she said, staring across at Rachel and raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Are you coming on to me, Santana?" Rachel's voice was quiet and scared as she spoke, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Only if you want me to, babe." she winked, smirking across at Rachel loving how easy it was to get her riled up.

"It scares me how much you remind me of, Noah." Rachel said, laughing when Santana looked offended. "Now I'm going to get some sleep, I'd appreciate if you didn't molest me throughout the night. No groping, no peaking and dry humping me whilst I'm asleep!" her voice was so serious, Santana couldn't help but laugh at her friend.

"I can't promise anything." Santana leered. "My hands tend to wander when I feel someone next to me, plus your too hot to resist a sneak peak!" she half-joked, half-serious.

"You're incorrigible, Santana Lopez!" Rachel fumed, her cheeks blushing furiously as she turned the T.V with the remote and hit her head under the covers.

"You love 'et, babe." Santana yawned.


Thank you for all the reviews guys, they made my day. You've encourage me to add another chapter, so good job! Once again I apologise for any mistakes, they're all mine.

Also I'd like to introduce you to 'loserbelle'. She will be beta'ing this story for us all, starting with chapter three! TAKE A LOOK AT HER NAME! Notice the 'belle' just like mine? Yes, it was obviously meant to be! ;) So everyone welcome her on board! Also, a big shout out to FreedomOfNight for being so encouraging, inspiring and just downright amazing. For those of you who support the Puck/Santana relationship, you should totally go and check out her story 'Private Property'. Seriously, it's amazing!

Papá - Dad. Madre - Mom