A/N- To the person who asked if Finchel and the pregnancy would still happen, the answer is yes. The story will follow most major plots like that, and will only really start to differ from plot during the chapters following the back nine of season one, and so on.

Another person asked about my opinions on certain aspects of the story (citing Quinn's accident) and it will most likely still be included. There are few major stories like that that I won't include in this one, but like I said there will be tweaks where Faberry can be included (which is almost everywhere tbh)

For future reference pairings will include all canon couples from each season. This, unfortunately, includes Finchel.

She waited in the parking lot for an indeterminate amount of time before Mr. Schuester finally drove into the school in his small, beat up, blue car. As he began to make his way up to the building, she caught up with him immediately.

"Mr. Schuester!" she yelled to get his attention, as she strolled up to him, her backpack rolling behind her, "I went to the library, and I got some sheet music, and I wanted to run some songs by you, that feature me heavily on lead vocal."

She had spent as much of her free time at school in the library as she could, and when she got home, she had made her daddy drive her to the local library so she could do further research there. The music provided at the school was rather lacking, and though the local public library did not offer much more in the way of Broadway classics, or actually any kind of diversity at all, the catalog still held more of a selection than that of McKinley High.

"Thanks Rach, but I already got one picked out, it's uh-"

"Let me help you with that," Mr. Schuester was cut off, as Finn came up to them, and pulled Rachel's backpack handle from her hand, leading them away from their teacher.

"Thanks Finn." Rachel smiled at him politely, before ducking her head down. Finn had been exceptionally kind to her ever since he had joined the club. She knew he must have been getting tormented by his fellow football players, but he never let on that it bothered him, and in fact never really spoke of it at all. She enjoyed his company, and found that they did have a few things in common. He didn't really understand her love of Broadway, or Barbra, but he listened to her talk about them, and her dreams. He was easily the sweetest boy at the school, and this was yet another instance of his kindness to her.

"You're so chivalrous."

"Thanks! That's a good thing right?" He asked her.

She smiled up at him in response. He really was sweet, even if he wasn't exactly the smartest boy at McKinley. That didn't matter to her though. They walked up to the building together, up until they reached the front doors and then Finn handed her backpack to her once again.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in glee later?"

"Yes Finn, I'll see you then," she replied.

"Right, cool. Okay, see you later then Rach," he smiled at her as he turned to walk into the building. As she opened the door, she saw him greet Quinn with a chaste kiss.

Her insides churned at the sight, and she attempted to push away the feelings of jealousy. Quinn certainly was not happy about Finn joining glee. From what she had learned from the taller boy, she had chewed him out for over an hour, before finally giving up, and leaving his house. Rachel had been impressed with Finn's tenacity to resist Quinn's temptations to get him to quit the club, and was grateful that he had not given in to her.

Quinn glared at her coldly when she noticed her looking, and narrowed her eyes at the shorter girl before walking away with her boyfriend. Rachel watched her sway down the hallway, and turn her head to look back at the brunette one more time before making her way to class.


She had woken up that morning in a fairly decent mood. Well decent for her, it's not as if she was much of a morning person in the first place. She had gone down stairs to their kitchen, and smelled her mom cooking bacon. It was her favorite food, and it had definitely helped to start the morning off in the right direction. The suspicious lack of traffic on the way to school should have been her final tip off that something was bound to go horribly wrong once she had made it onto school grounds. No morning ever goes so well without something, or someone, ruining it.

Sure enough, as always, Rachel Berry was the one to ruin that moment. She had seen them coming through the glass windows. Finn was wheeling that ridiculous, pink, rolling backpack that Berry carried with her, behind him and the small singer was striding next to him talking about who knows what.

She was wearing a pink sweater, and an insanely short blue skirt. Berry was the only one in the school with skirts shorter than the ones that the cheerios wore. Her white socks came up to her knees, partially covering her tan legs. Quinn watched her take quick steps to keep up with Finn, and mentally chastised herself, once again, for noticing anything physical about the other girl.

Rachel got to her in a way no one did. She somehow managed to get under Quinn's skin, and she never seemed to go away. She was there in her physical presence in the hallways, and some classes, and when she wasn't around Quinn was constantly thinking about her. She had begun dreaming about her occasionally as well. No matter how hard she tried to push them down, the strangest feelings crept up on her whenever Rachel was around. Her stomach would tie up in knots, and she breath would catch at the slightest movement from the brunette.

She couldn't stop thinking about Rachel's voice either. If she was honest with herself, which she tried not to be as often as possible on this particular subject, she couldn't wait to hear it again. One time wasn't enough, but there was no excuse for her to hear it all the time.

She hated that Finn got to hear it so often. Got to sing with her, move to the sound of her voice, it was unfair. She hated herself more for being jealous of her own boyfriend. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She needed to get Finn out of glee. That much was clear. There was no way they would be able to maintain status as top couple if he was parading around in the damn glee club.

Her first opportunity came midday, when she finally spotted Finn at his locker.

She came up to him, and in a hushed voice once again began her plea for him to leave glee.

"We are in line to be the most popular kids in this school over the next couple of years. Prom king and queen, homecoming court royalty, I am not giving up those shiny crowns, just so you can express yourself."

She tried not to notice Rachel a few lockers down, "checking her make up" in a small hand held mirror, and eavesdropping on her conversation. She hated being this close to her, it gave way for too many opportunities. She could only see her back, as she was turned away from them, but it gave her an ample view of everything that her dreams had been holding these past few nights. Rachel Berry haunted her, and she could picture her smooth skin, and the lines of her shoulders, and back.

As soon as the thoughts started, she shook her head clear, and kept going with Finn. There was no way her boyfriend was going to do this. She needed prom queen. She needed that crown. Didn't he understand? Fabray's settle for nothing less than perfect, and she had to have the title. Her mother had it, her sister had it, it was only fitting.

"Look, you're making too big a deal out of this-"

"Okay, let's compromise," Quinn cut him off, "If you quit the club, I'll let you touch my breasts." she whispered to him.

Finn looked down at her, "Under the shirt?" he questioned.

"Over the bra."

Finn thought it over for a few seconds, "No, no, I-I can't. I wanna do glee. I'm really happy when I perform."

She couldn't believe her ears. He was actually turning her down. No one turns down Quinn Fabray. She went with her final, last ditch effort. If this didn't work she didn't know what would.

"People think you're gay now Finn," she told him, "And you know what that makes me? You're big, gay, beard."

"Look, I-I gotta go to class, okay, just relax. It's going to work out."

He still was refusing to quit. Once he walked away, her attention turned back to Rachel. This was her fault. All of this was her fault. She may not have been the one to convince Finn to join in the first place, but she was certainly the one to make sure he stayed. Berry was the cause of all of her problems. She was constantly there, tempting her, annoying her, now she was trying to destroy her only chance of happiness. Finn was the quarterback, he was her boyfriend. Sure he could be kind of dumb sometimes, and insensitive to what she wanted, but he was also sweet, and handsome, and he didn't try and pressure her. They were going to be prom queen and king, and she was going to actually make something of herself with him. She was not going to let Rachel Berry stand in the way of any of that.

"Eavesdrop much?"

Rachel finally turned to look at her. It was even worse now, facing her. She had seen Rachel hundreds of times, and yet somehow she still always had to catch her breath at the sight. Rachel's face had soft features, her jawline, the bridge of her nose, her lips. Her eyes were a deep brown, that Quinn often found herself staring at, and her dark chocolate colored hair fell down past her shoulders. Quinn had notebooks full of drawings that had sketches of her on every page. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her jaw, her full face once she thought she had mastered drawing them. She kept them hidden in the very back of her closet, wishing every time she saw the small, ever growing, pile that she could just get rid of them, burn them, and make sure they never come back to haunt her, but she could never build the resolve.

Quinn strode up to the girl, invading her personal space. It was a mistake on her own part, because now she could smell the other girls perfume, and it hit her hard, making her close her eyes before speaking again. It was like vanilla and cinnamon mixed together, and she loved it.

"Time for some girl talk Manhands, you can dance with him, you can sing with him, but you will never have him."

Rachel gave her a small smile, and stared at her with those ever confident eyes, "I understand why you'd be threatened, Finn and I have made a connection, but I'm an honorable person, I don't need to steal your man, I have plenty of suitors of my own."

She knew the smaller girl was lying, but it didn't help the swell of jealousy that rose into her chest at the statement as Rachel continued on with her rant.

"Every day glee status is going up, and yours is going down."

As soon as she turned her back on Quinn, two bright blue slushies immediately were splashed onto her face, a look of shock only gracing her face for a few moments, before she instantly made her way to the nearest bathroom.

As soon as the perpetrators, and Rachel, had left the hallway, Quinn leaned her head against the locker. Silently wishing that she could simultaneously comfort the smaller girl, and the other part of her, glad that someone was able to knock her down, because Quinn couldn't do it personally.

Rachel Berry really was ruining her.


She always carried a spare set of clothes with her to school no matter what, so she went to the bathroom, and quickly tried to fix her clothes, which of course were ruined, at least for the rest of the day. The blue wouldn't stain like the red, now all she had to do was wait for the halls to clear so she could get new clothes from her locker.

She had hoped that would be the end to the torture she received that day. After her fight with Quinn, and her slushy facial, she hoped for a rather uneventful day, but once she got to glee club, Mr. Schuester informed them that they would be performing disco.

It really was a constant wonder to her how this man expected them to make it to any sort of show choir competition with actual hopes of winning. He had chosen possibly the worst genre of music he could have settled upon, and when his sub par choreography resulted in her nearly kicking Mercedes in the face, and the subsequent outburst from the other girl, she realized she wasn't the only one with the problem. Once Mercedes was done with her, she rounded on Mr. Schuester, telling him exactly what he needed to hear, that the song was terrible.

"Okay, okay, it's not the song, you guys just need to get into it!" He tried.

"No it's the song," Kurt interjected, "It's really gay."

Artie nodded along, "We need modern music Mr. Schue."

"Guys! We don't have time to discuss this. We're doing the song this Friday at the pep assembly."

Tina spoke up first, "In front of the whole school?"

"Exactly"

They all looked at their teacher with disbelief. Did he not understand the implications of this? They were already on the lowest rung of the social ladder, if they were even on it at all. Singing a disco song in front of the entire school was the absolute worst idea on the planet.

"They're gonna throw fruit at us!" Kurt exclaimed, "And I just had a facial!"

Rachel thought about that for a few seconds, not liking the sound of being hit by fruit. Slushies on a fairly regular basis were enough, "I'll press charges if that happens-"

"Guys!" Mr. Schuester cut her off before she could continue, "I can't express to you how important this assembly is. We need recruits. There are six of you, we need twelve to qualify for regionals. We have no choice, or the club is over."

As Mr. Schuester spoke, she noticed as Finn got more and more uncomfortable. She was sure that he didn't want to perform this heinous song in front of the entire school. His girlfriend was already hounding him about glee club, and how people apparently thought he was gay because of it, and his football team mates would say even worse than they were now. She watched, her concern growing, as Mr. Schuester shut down any arguments they had at doing the song.

"I know you guys don't like this song, but we took nationals back in 93 with Freak Out. It's a crowd pleaser, trust me. From the top."

She bit her lip, and looked down, thinking of how the torment they suffered know would only increase after they did this. She was just thinking about how her slushy facials would probably increase to being a daily occurrence, when she heard Finn speaking, and whipped her head up to look at him.

"I'm dead."

She knew then that she had to do something. There was no way she was going to let her leading man endure the torment she did daily. Finn was too sweet for that, he deserved better, and once he saw that she was doing this for him, he would understand that she was the far more superior choice for girlfriend than Quinn Fabray.


They all met again for glee the next day, fully prepared to attempt talking Mr. Schuester off of the social ledge he had them all on. Kurt and Mercedes were off to the side arguing about clothes, and Finn was practicing some dance moves on the floor while Rachel sat back and watched.

He wasn't the best dancer in the world, but him showing effort was what made her heart sink a little further for him. She eyed him sadly as he reached down to tie his shoelace, thinking of all the ways she wanted to try and help him avoid being decimated at the hands of his so called "friends"

Her head turned at the sound of Mr. Schuester's voice as he came in to start the meeting, "Alright guys, how about a little Kanye?"

They all looked at each other with excitement in their eyes, hoping their teacher had finally realized his grievous error, and was not going to force them to perform a ridiculous disco song in front of their peers.

"For the assembly?" Mercedes asked hopefully.

"No," he shut down the idea immediately, "We won't be ready in time, we're still doing disco, but we can add this into our repertoire, and it'll be awesome at regionals."

"Communication is the foundation of any successful music group, and if we're gonna succeed we need to communicate."

Rachel did her best not to roll her eyes at this statement. Mr. Schuester wasn't listening to them communicate at all. He just did not want to hear that his disco idea was horrible and that they needed something more modern and hip to sing at the assembly. Kanye would have been the perfect for this, and yet here he was, on the cusp of a great idea, and not utilizing it's potential to boost their status in the school.

"You guys said you wanted modern music, I listened."

"Mr. Schue? We'd really like to not do disco at that assembly." Artie said.

"Finn you're gonna take the solo" he said, completely ignoring Artie's comment.

What was that he had just said about communicating with each other to succeed?

Finn looked up at all of them, and then back to his teacher, looking flustered, "What? No-No, I can't do the solo Mr. Schue, I'm still learning how to walk and sing at the same time."

Mr. Schuester looked over at Finn, and began removing his jacket, "No problem. I'll walk you through it."

The piano player starts the song, and while hip hop isn't her favorite genre of music, she actually finds herself quickly getting into it. Mercedes' voice sounds wonderful, and Mr. Schuester, well he's not doing horribly.

He's doing his best to help Finn get more comfortable with the dance moves, and as the song progresses the taller boy seems to start getting slightly more rhythm into the song. By the end of it, they're all laughing and smiling with each other, and it's been their best meeting so far, she thinks to herself.

Then Mr. Schuester tells them that they're going to continue working on Freak Out, and it all comes crashing back to her.


As she leaves the choir room later on, she bids farewell to Finn, and watches him walk away down the hallway, he stops briefly at his locker, just enough time for Quinn to come around the corner and meet him there. She places a kiss on his cheek, her eyes drifting behind him to catch Rachel's stare.

As soon as the two girls make eye contact, Quinn tilts her head backwards, and reaches up on the tips of her toes to kiss Finn right on the mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck, and though he can't see it, she keeps her eyes firmly locked on Rachel's the entire time.

Once they break the kiss, Rachel turns on her heel to the nearest bathroom. She steps inside, and immediately moves to the sink. She grips the white porcelain tightly as she surveys herself in the mirror.

Quinn has everything she wants. She's beautiful, graceful, popular. She has Finn. Rachel started critiquing herself in the mirror. Her hair was a dull brown, that matched her eyes. Her nose and lips were too big. She wasn't as thin as she would like. As she stood there a thought came into her head.

She knew some of the cheerios threw up to keep their weight down. It was not as if she was going to make it a regular habit like some of them did.

She turned around and stepped into one of the stalls, closing the door and latching it behind her. She tried for several minutes, and didn't even hear the sound of the door opening, or a sink turning on until it was too late.

All of a sudden Ms. Pillsbury was behind her, and looking down at her.

"Rachel? Did you just throw up?"

"No," she answered quickly.

"You missed the toilet."

She looked off to the side of her, "The girl who was throwing up before me left that. I tried but I guess I just don't have a gag reflex."

"One day when you're older that'll turn out to be a gift,"the guidance counselor told her. "Let's have a little chat okay?"

She stood up off of the bathroom floor, and dusted herself off. They walked silently back to Ms. Pillsbury's office, and she took a seat in front of the desk, as her counselor offered her a small pamphlet titled "So You Like Throwing Up" which she stared at confusedly.

"Rachel, bulimia is a very messy, serious disease," she started.

"I don't have bulimia. I tried it, failed, and won't ever attempt it again," she said, before adding in a quieter tone, "It grossed me out."

"Okay, okay, but I still want to talk about the feelings that you had, that led up to you wanting to puke your guts out."

"I wanna be thinner, prettier," she told her. "Like that Quinn girl."

It was true. She wanted to be more like Quinn. At least physically. Every time she looked at the other girl she couldn't help but think that there was something undefinable about her beauty. The way that she spoke, and how she carried herself when she walked into a room. She garnered all of the attention from everyone from the second she opened any door, or set foot in the hallway. Rachel wanted that.

"And why is that Rachel?"

Rachel thought about it for a few moments before leaning forward, "Have you ever liked somebody so much that you just wanna lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music, and cry?"

Ms. Pillsbury became lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to attention, "No, but uh, a boy crush huh? I know about that. I mean, not know, it takes me back, like a long time ago, I mean, about that, but you know what you need to remember Rachel? It's to protect your heart. I don't care who he is, if he doesn't like you for the way you are, if he's you know, he's married with a baby on the way, that's not worth the heartache, you don't want to compromise yourself for that," Rachel turned around to see her guidance counselor staring at Mr. Schue, and turned back as the red haired woman cleared her throat and changed the subject, "Have you tried telling him how you feel?"

She thought about Finn and how he was always being nice to her, and listened to her stories about Broadway that no one else did. How he had carried her backpack for her up to the school. While it all made her fall harder for him, she realized that he always went right back to Quinn afterward.

"He doesn't even notice me."

"I see, well, um, okay, here's what I think, common interests are the key to romance, alright? So find out what he likes, you know so he'll see you in a positive way, and maybe you'll end up doing something that you never would've expected."

She smiled back at the counselor, grateful for her advice, and stood up to leave the office.

Quinn Fabray may be the most beautiful person at McKinley High School, but Rachel knew she had a tendency for being rather selfish, and if she could show Finn that they had things in common, or showed an interest in him, and his interests, she was sure he would see that she was the better choice for being his girlfriend.

She definitely had a plan now.


After their disastrous idea to make flyers for the assembly that didn't confirm them as the absolute lamest club in school, and the subsequent meeting with Mr. Schuester, Principal Figgins, and Coach Sylvester, Rachel and Finn had once again attempted to plead with their choir director to let them sing something different.

The stubbornness displayed by their teacher was rivaling her own, and their dread was increasing more and more as the assembly approached.

"That's it. I'm a deadman."

Rachel looked up at him in concern, "Look, I know you're nervous, but you're really, really, talented."

Finn stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, "Stop it."

Rachel smiled at his bashful gesture, "I mean, maybe it'll all be okay. "

Finn smiled down at her, and before she could stop herself the words were leaving her mouth, "Do you want to practice for the assembly, tomorrow after school?" The words rushed out of her mouth, and she looked up at Finn with hopeful eyes.

Finn looked disappointed as he said, "I can't. I got a celibacy club meeting."

As Rachel watched Finn walk down the hall, away from her, she decided she needed to up her game. Quinn Fabray was no slouch, and if she were to ever compete with the other girl for Finn's affections, she would have to resort to different tactics.

As soon as she got home, she informed her fathers that she would be attending celibacy club the next day. They meet each others' eyes with matching looks of confusion as their daughter happily climbed the stairs to her room.


McKinley High School was out to get her. She was fully aware of this. She managed to avoid Rachel at all costs during the day, which now was getting harder and harder with how much time the shorter girl spent fawning after Quinn's boyfriend, but now she was forced to allow her to join celibacy club.

It wasn't enough torture just to have to bear seeing her walk down the halls side by side with Finn? She had a place of solace here. She could remind herself of her faith, and how hating Rachel Berry was far better than loving her. No. She didn't love her.

The jealousy and anger she felt whenever Rachel and Finn interacted was because of Finn. She did not like seeing her boyfriend hang around with that troll. It was detrimental to their status as most popular couple in school.

She would just have to work harder to keep them apart.

She had been the first to arrive in the meeting room for that afternoon's session with the celibacy club, and no sooner had she retrieved the gavel that she used to start every meeting, than Rachel Berry had come sauntering into the room, and placed herself in a chair directly across from Quinn.

Quinn blinked at her for a few seconds, thinking she must surely be hallucinating.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think it would be completely obvious Quinn. I am here for today's meeting of the celibacy club, of which I presume you are head of?"

Quinn was now staring at her, mouth agape. There was no way. She moved to stand in front of Rachel, making sure to keep at least a foot of space between her and the opposite side of the table.

"Absolutely not. You cannot join the celibacy club," she stated firmly with her hands on her hips.

Rachel immediately recognized the defensive stance, and stared back up at Quinn with defiance, "I assure you that I can, and have, joined Quinn. There is nowhere in the rules that states any student can be denied access into a club."

Quinn did her best to glare at the brunette, but she turned away quickly, knowing fear would be creeping into them. She was going to have spend her afternoon with Rachel Berry. In a confined space. She knew there was no arguing Berry's point, there definitely was no rule stating she could deny someone membership, and she'd have to let Rachel stay.

Before she could think about the Hell she'd go through today, the other cheerio's began filing in, headed up by Brittany and Santana. They all stared dumbfounded at Rachel, before taking their seats on either side of Quinn.

"The celibacy club is now in session. Thanks to a school rule that says we have to let anyone join the club, we're welcoming a new member this week," Quinn began "Rachel whats her name"

Yes, good, this was a better tactic. Indifference. If she pretended like Rachel didn't exist, or matter, then she could really make it happen. There was no reason she had to acknowledge her presence, and on the off chance that she could actually make herself believe that Rachel Berry was nothing, the harder she would try at it.

Rachel sat with her arms folded across from the group, rolling her eyes, before leaning forward and asking, "Where are all the boys?"

Quinn managed her best look of disdain, "Down the hall. First half hour, we separate, then we come together to share our faith."

Quinn stood up, along with the others, and completely ignoring Rachel's presence in the room, they began modeling their cheerio's uniforms for each other.

Santana stood in the middle first, and twirled around so her skirt flaps rose up to reveal her red spanks underneath.

Quinn smiled, and looked over at Brittany, who was still preoccupied with Santana's ass, "God bless the perv who invented these. Remember the power motto girls!"

In unison they all chanted, "It's all about the teasing, and not about the pleasing."

They laughed together, and started dancing around with each other. Quinn made sure to glance at Rachel quickly, and noticed the brunette once again, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She could at least make the attempt to pretend to want to be there. Quinn knew it must have something to do with Finn. There was no other possible reasoning for her to be here. Rachel would spout off facts about teens and sex at the drop of a hat, without caring about the consequences of her words.

Despite recent events she would rather not focus on, Quinn believed deeply in her vow. She believed in the word, and now the one thing that was threatening to destroy her, and her eternal soul, was sitting in a room scoffing at her beliefs. How dare Rachel come in here and question what they spoke about, it wasn't as if anyone invited her in. She sat there acting like she was better than all of them, when in reality she was exactly the same.

She was the same as what Quinn used to be, and it made her heart ache painfully in her chest. How could Rachel go around with her head held high, acting better than everyone, when everyone hated her. It seemed to have no effect on her, and the thought of Rachel being stronger made her want to throw up.

Where Quinn hated more than a few things about herself, Rachel seemed to embrace her own loser status. She may not be popular, but she knew her talent would lead her somewhere. Quinn knew she was stuck here if she didn't remain the most popular girl at McKinley.

Quinn had always likened them in her head to puzzle pieces. Quinn had the drawings hidden away in her room. Quinn's piece was jagged all around. Her edges were uneven, marred without their other piece. She had drawn the tail end of a sparrow on it. The other puzzle piece was drawn on a separate piece of paper. The other piece, the one she refused to give a name to, at least out loud, was smooth on every edge but one. This piece had the front of the bird, with it's wings spread out, waiting to fly. This piece, fit hers perfectly. Made Quinn's whole. Made the ugly edges of her piece fit perfectly, and gave her tail, the wings it needed to soar. They fit wonderfully. Without each other, they were just nothing. They were never going to fly. If they were to meet, however, a beautiful sparrow, would be what the two created. Something with the potential to take flight, grow, and be beautiful.

Quinn never allowed the two pages to meet.


The celibacy club was by far the biggest disaster of her young life. She had managed to make Quinn even more of an enemy than she already was, and she was sure that Finn was never going to speak to her again after her outburst about girls wanting sex as much as guys do.

After her celibacy club storm out, that was when the realization hit her. Sex. Nothing sells quite like it, and if they wanted to make an impression on the school, that's what they needed.

She found Kurt and Mercedes in the hall the next day and told them there was an emergency glee meeting in the gym, and to inform Tina, Artie, and Finn as well. She was sure her plan would come about flawlessly.

Once they were all gathered on the bleachers, she called the meeting to order.

"I officially call this meeting of glee club, in session," she said, pounding her gavel. So maybe celibacy club was good for something.

"But Mr. Schuester isn't here," said Artie.

Rachel looked over at him sharply, and then at the rest of the group, "Mr. Schuester isn't coming, I paid off some freshman to ask him for help with irregular verbs."

Mercedes rolled her eyes, and looked down at her, "I'm so sick of hearing you squawk"

"Let her talk," Finn spoke before Rachel could retaliate.

Momentarily blindsided by someone standing up for her, Rachel smiled at Finn before continuing on, "I have another idea for the assembly-"

"Can I once again stress my most strenuous objections to this attempted suicide," Artie interjected.

"They are not gonna kill us," Rachel supplied hopefully, "Because we're going to give them what they want."

"Blood?" Kurt deadpanned.

"Better," Rachel smiled widely, "Sex."

They all looked at her with confused expressions, before she went on to tell them her brilliant plan, on how not to get them killed, or permantly seated below the bottom rung of the social ladder...


She'd heard people say sometimes that they'd had a variety of emotions coursing through them all at once, and she'd even experienced it a few times, but nothing had ever happened to her what was happening now.

She was feeling many things.

Anger.

Arousal.

Envy.

Hatred.

Pure, unadulterated, lust.

Rachel Berry, and those damn skirts, and that damn dancing, and her damn everything. Quinn was determined to put a stop to it immediately.

She looked to Santana and Brittany, and nodded for them to follow her out of the gym. Everyone was still cheering for the glee club, who had been ushered off the stage, and she only stopped once she found the first empty classroom, and beckoned the other two girls inside.

"I want to join glee."

They both stared at her for a moment before Santana spoke up, "Fuck. That."

"Come on! I cannot let Rachel freakin' Berry ruin my relationship, and that's exactly what she's going to do if I don't sabotage this club from the inside out. I know a good song, and it'll work well for all of us, and Britt, you can do they choreography," she finished, smiling at the blonde who already had a wide grin on her face.

Brittany was her way to get Santana to join. If Brittany agreed, Santana would never say no. The blonde was nodding eagerly to her counterpart, and Santana's shoulders slumped, her head bowed, and she pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Tell me what we're doing Fabray."


Her plan had gone horribly awry. Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez, and Brittany Pierce were joining glee. They were only allowed to sing songs about...luft balloons.

She spent her day making sure to avoid Quinn Fabray like the plague, and now she was voluntarily choosing to be in a room for a prolonged period of time with the girl that she simultaneously felt bad for, envied, was terrified of, and who's boyfriend she was not-so-subtly trying to steal.

Glee was definitely about to get more interesting.