A/N: Hey everybody! It's a long one this time! Thank you all so so much for all of the awesome reviews. Especially to ALLIELOVESYOU, who gave me the inspiration for this chapter. Just for kicks, to match the idea of the chapter- the song is Upgrade you by Beyonce. You guys are the best! I have dipped my feet in Harry Potter, but I've noticed the Gleeks are much more responsive to my writing. If you do read Harry Potter, make sure you check out my story Lily and James: A History. It's all the way through their entire Hogwarts career, and it's not all fluff either. So thanks!
A/N 2: I've mentioned how I got a bunch of reviews? Now I'm going to respond to them. I hope this'll make you want to review more. I don't care if you're reviewing to tell me you love the story, or to tell me your hair smells nice. If you want to contact me, just review!
Wickedglee: First of all, love your username. Second, I was thinking of that, but I kinda want him to stay clueless just so there's more character development. Plus, then he would have to apologize (cuz I'm a freak like that :D) and it would just be out of character.
Arianaconstantina: Thank you! *blushes and tries to scurry out of sight thereby knocking a lamp of its table* I do try my hardest!
Allielovesyou: I NEED TO TELL YOU THIS: I love you too! You've been there since Tutoring, and I honestly don't know what I would do without you. That is a great idea, and here's me telling you to read on! Here it is!
Bestdarnthing: Yeah I try to keep Puck in character no matter how much I change Rachel, just because that's how his character is the most stomach-able. (?) Right. Now that I'm done making up words…
Izzabella11: Haha thank you! To be honest, I'm trying this out to make it longer. Plus I hate the cliché (as you can probably tell from Rachel's thought process) where he "looks at her and it hits him like a bolt of lightning". Bleh. Like honestly? This is high school. Not like some stupid reality TV show or anything. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft.
PandaXR8: Here we go! Hope you lurrvvee ittt :)
LifeGivesYouLemons: Tell me about it! I know I'm babbling, but that's why I love the whole Puck/Rachel relationship. They balance each other out.
27vampyresinhermind: Here it is! I do try to write longer chapters, but I feel like when I try to force it, the writing comes out like crap. Sorry to disappoint but I'm trying to write more frequently so it makes up for the length. I hope that works for you!
JustAmazing: 1) I know I am! I'm just kidding. But I love the girls who actually do act like that. 2) I did feel like that was something he would just do.
Alright, enough small talk, let's do this thing!
Myra 'Trory' Dork: Here you go love!
Rachel drove up to the school in her purple buggy (so sue me :P). In all honesty, she was not looking forward to today. She was just waiting for it to turn back into the days before yesterday when everybody ignored her and her only friends were Brad (the pianist, FYI) and her own personal stalker, Jacob. But that never happened.
"Hey girl!" Mercedes called out from her locker, where Kurt was standing with her. Kurt gave her a cool wave.
"Hey Mercedes. Hi Kurt." Rachel added to Kurt.
"What's up?" Mercedes asked Rachel. "You like kinda… off."
"Well, I have to ask you guys a question." Rachel told them tentatively. Mercedes made a gesture telling her to go on, while Kurt just looked bored. "I am pretty… right?"
Mercedes and Kurt just looked uncomfortable and avoided her eyes.
"If you guys are trying to tell me something, just say it." Rachel told them, sounding hurt.
"It's not that you aren't pretty…" started Mercedes. She looked hesitant, so Kurt, looking extremely disconcerted with the entire situation cut her off.
"You aren't pretty now, but you do have potential." he said bluntly.
"Potential?" Rachel asked uncertainly.
"Oh yeah definitely." Mercedes said, more confident now that the point had gotten out. "You just have tweak yourself a little. I'm gonna be honest, no lez or anything, but you are totally bootilicious. Now all you need to do is dump the sweater vests, skirts, and animals."
"And the polyester is killing me." Kurt added in.
"Well, I wouldn't know what to do with myself." Rachel stopped, and her eyes lit up. She knew the perfect way to get Kurt out of his indifference. "Hey Kurt?" she asked innocently.
"What is it now?" he asked irritably.
"Could you… I don't know… help me be prettier… like a makeover or something?" she finished off.
Kurt's eyes went alive.
"You had me at "help me be prettier". We are going to make you the most gorgeous girl in school and nothing is going to stop me. Mercedes will have to help too, of course." Kurt said excitedly.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Rachel said, beaming at Mercedes. "When should we start?"
Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other, and simultaneously started cracking up.
"Wh-when should we st-start!" Mercedes wheezed. When they finally calmed down, Mercedes told her.
"We are starting after school. I don't need to hear any excuses, complaints, or feedback. Got it?" Mercedes asked menacingly.
"Right. I'm scared." Rachel said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I wasn't going to complain anyway, so you can retract the claws now kitty!"
"Wow I didn't know Rachel came with a sense of humor!" Kurt said, appalled.
"Well, now you know." Rachel said dismissively. "See you guys in Glee!" she shouted, and flounced off to her locker.
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"Alright guys, I have a treat for you today. We're going to do a little bit of Beyonce." Mr. Schue told them excitedly. "Mercedes do you want the lead?"
"Oh HELL yes! It's about time we stopped doing all this teeny bopper white music. I got this Mr. Schue!" Mercedes said happily.
"Let's do this Mercedes." Artie said smiling.
(Mercedes Artie)
Hehehe, yeah B You need a real woman in your life Partner Let me upgrade you I can do for you what Martin did for the people You need a real woman in your life When you're in the big meetings for the mills Partner let me upgrade you Just when you think we had it all Audemars Piguet watch Partna let me upgrade ya grade ya
Talk yo' shit heheh (partner let me upgrade you)
How you gon' upgrade me
What's higher than number one
You know I used to beat that block
Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)
I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me
Come harder this wont be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
I'ma help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look
When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies that's a good look
Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck ties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can up, can I up
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things &
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up, let me
Upgrade you
Ran by the men but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal
Still play my part and let you take the lead role
Believe me
I'll follow this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever you need me
I see you hustle wit my hustle I
Can keep you
Focused on yo focus I can feed you
That's a good look
Taking care
Home is still fly
Thats a good look
Ima help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look
That's a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
That's a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look
Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck tie to purple labels
(Have you rocking purple labels!)
Upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up), let me
Upgrade you (partner let me upgrade you)
Let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things
Upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up), let me
Upgrade you (partner let me upgrade you)
They call shots, I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, baubles, Lauraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big balling baby when I'm courting you
I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors you on the verge of a new merge
'Cause that rock on ya finger is like a tumor
You can't put ya hand in ya new purse
It's humorous to me they watching
We just yachting off the island hopping off
Amalfi coast
Mafioso, oh baby you ever seen Saturn
No, not the car but everywhere we are
You sure to see stars.
This is high level not eye level
My bezzle courtesy of Audemars
I order yours tomorrow now look how much I saved you
Mama let me upgrade you
Big ends, condos, collecting cars
Picture your life elevating with me
You my project celebrity
I keep your name hot in them streets
That little glimpse of light
Makes that diamond really shine
And you already is a star
Unless your flawless
Then ya dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
You switch your neckties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things
And upgrade you
I can up
Can I up?
Lemme upgrade you
Dimples in ya necktie
Hermes briefcase
Cartier top clips
Silk lined blazers
Diamond creamed facials
VVS cuff links
6 star pent suites
Partna partna let me upgrade ya grade ya
Let me let me let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partna partna partna let me upgrade ya
All of the glee kids clapped and cheered: Mercedes had just shown Beyonce how it's done.
"Mercedes, that was incredible!" Rachel told her, amazed.
"Damn Mercedes." Puck said. Rachel took the time to glare at him properly. Fortunately or unfortunately, he caught this.
"What the hell is your problem Berry?" He asked heatedly. "Why are you so pissed at me?"
"Well, Noah, I don't know what planet you live on, but here on Earth, when someone tells someone else that they are not pretty, that said someone else may get angry with said someone." Rachel yelled.
"I don't even know what the you're talking about! I didn't even do anything to you. So get over yourself Berry. You aren't that great." With that, Puck stalked out of the room, followed by the rest of the jock boys. Finn gave Rachel one last guilty look and followed them out the door. Rachel just stood there, wounded. She did not cry, she just stared after Puck. After a few seconds, she pulled herself together, she walked out of the room.
At the end of the day, Rachel went out to meet Mercedes and Kurt.
"You ready for this?" Mercedes asked.
"I'm ready. Let's do this." Rachel said.
"I have this all planned out. First we're going to hit Dino Palmiero and get your hair cut. That middle part mop is killing me. Then we are going to go to Victoria's Secret and get you some proper lingerie. After that, we are going to head to H&M, and whatever other stores Mercedes and I approve of." Kurt said. Rachel took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
Rachel sat in the Dino Palmiero getting her hair cut. She was nervous. The most diverse style she had ever gotten was her hair layered. This stylist was snipping at angles, thinning out her hair, and cutting very short. So yes, nervous could not cover what she was thinking. No, she was not worried that the stylist, Dina, would mess up. Kurt had recommended Dina highly. She was worried that she would not pull off the look. After all, she wasn't pretty. (Think bitter, not low ego.)
The stylist announced herself done, blow dried, and straightened her hair. Rachel was facing away from the mirror by Mercedes' request.
"Are you ready?" Mercedes asked excitedly.
"I think so. How do I look?" Rachel asked one more time just to be cautious.
"You look great. So much better than your old style." Kurt said, waving his hand about in the air to emphasize the past-ness of her old style.
"3… 2… 1!" Dina counted down.
Rachel looked fabulous. Her hair had been layered more intricately so the top layer varied in height over the bottom layer. The bottom layer went down to shoulder length. She had gotten side-swept bangs. It looked fabulous.
"Now, we're going to my personal favorite." Kurt said brightly.
The three walked through the mall and into Victoria's Secret.
"I swear this place just get's pinker and pinker every time I come here." Mercedes said in disgust.
"Well what's your other suggestion? Macy's?" Kurt sneered.
"Whatever. Let's just get this over with." Mercedes retorted
"Now what's your bra size?" Mercedes asked bluntly.
"36C." Rachel replied timidly..
That was Rachel's mentality as well. They had tried on all sorts of things. Kurt and Mercedes insisted on matching. Rachel agreed. It was just obnoxious when patterns didn't match.
In the end they had gotten 12 pairs of lingerie.
"You're going to need this soon. I expect you to buy more later." Kurt said curtly. (no pun intended.)
"Right…" Rachel said skeptically.
"Now onto the real deal!" Mercedes said excitedly.
They went to H&M, Rue 21, Wet Seal, Forever 21, and Charlotte Russe.
"Why are we going to all of these milky white stores?" Mercedes whined.
"Oh get over it!" Kurt said. "When we go shopping, you don't seem to mind."
They continued bickering while Rachel mused about their relationship. They seemed like complete opposites, yet they got along. Why couldn't the rest of their Glee Club do that? Sure, they were supposed to overcome adversity, but that obviously wasn't happening any time soon. Kurt and Mercedes didn't even get along at first. It just wasn't fair.
"You better look smoking hot tomorrow with all of the stuff I showed you about makeup, how to match your outfits, and how to not look like a tart while doing so." Kurt said. With parting hugs, the three went their separate ways.
I thought I indulged enough, so the chapter had to stop with this. REVIEW and tell me how you feel!