She'll Never Be Me
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 2
Rachel shook her head at the new clothes Santana and Brittany had filled her closet with. Her make-up table had been raided and filled with only the colors that the two girls had deemed appropriate for her and her new 'look'. Even her shoes had been raided, but they'd just gotten rid of a couple pairs. As Santana had said "Who knew Berry would have such a killer shoe collection?"
She sighed as she selected that infamous black pleated mini skirt and took it from her closet, sliding it on over her black Victoria's Secret underwear. Then she grabbed a white button down, cropped blouse that ended just below her belly button, revealing a tiny sliver of her flat stomach and just enough of her red, lacy push-up bra that added to her cleavage. Her make-up was already done with smoky, glittery eyes and dark lips. She slipped on a pair of black open toe high heeled ankle boots and grabbed her oversized silver Coach purse, slipping it on over her shoulder just as she gave her hair another shake.
A horn honked outside and she took a deep breath, turning on her heel and making her way from the house and outside to Santana's red Volksewagon Passat. She climbed into the back seat, smiling at Brittany and Santana as Santana's Nikki Minaj playlist blared from the speakers of her car.
"Looking sexy-nice transition part 1 outfit," Santana called over her shoulder, her long, glossy black hair pin straight and pulled into two low ponytails. "It's just enough," She said as she pulled from the driveway and started speeding away.
"You look great too," Rachel said, observing Santana's lime green pencil mini skirt with the grey crop top that fell off her shoulders. She'd paired it with black knee high, spiky heeled boots and her make-up was neutral, making her face appear even tanner than usual. "You too, Britt," She smiled at Brittany's curly mane framing her face. Her outfit consisted of a hot pink tee shirt dress with black flats.
"No, seventeen," Brittany frowned, looking back at Rachel in confusion.
"She means that you look nice, Brittany," Santana laughed.
"Oh...thanks, Rach! You're two, also!" She said happily as the girls drove on.
Santana's plan involved more than just a shopping spree that had awarded Rachel a completely new wardrobe. It hadn't just involved a make-over with new make-up and hair styling tips. It also hadn't stopped with a personality change where Santana and Brittany had tutored her in how to be a queen bitch and a grade A bad ass. It also involved Rachel walking into school on Anthony's arm with Azimio and Karofsky walking behind them, each holding onto the arm of either Santana or Brittany. It involved Rachel making a big show of flirting with Anthony, Azimio, and Karofsky whenever Puck was around, and it involved teasing Puck as much as physically possible.
All in all, it was a brilliant plan, but Rachel doubted it would do anything other than piss Finn off and make him start some sort of fight between himself and another member of his football team. After all, this type of plan only worked when it was a sure guarantee that the other person wanted Rachel. And so far, all they knew about Puck was that he was whipped by a certain fat ass bitch named Lauren Zizes who lived to make him feel like shit.
But, Rachel refused to give up. She was going to make this plan work, and she didn't care what it took. So, when Anthony walked her to her first period class and she casually glanced over her shoulder to see that Puck was actually in class today, she stood on her tiptoes and gave Anthony a small kiss on the cheek, lingering just a second by his ear as she gave a little purr of gratitude before turning on her heel and strolling into the room, waltzing right back Puck as she ignored him calling out her name.
She took a seat right behind him instead, turning over her shoulder to notice a confused Quinn Fabray sitting besides her, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she frowned. Rachel gave her a happy little smile with a Santana-worthy wave as she turned her smile into a smirk.
Quinn may have gotten Finn Hudson, and at one point she may have even had Noah Puckerman, but Rachel refuse to let Quinn think she was the queen bitch of McKinley any longer. Rachel was taking that title from her. That was another part of her genius plan. It didn't matter that she didn't want Finn-Quinn had still cheated on Sam Evans with Finn, after talking shit about Santana for her own boy-crazy ways.
If Rachel and Santana were going to be friends, then Rachel was going to be a good friend and look out for her newest friend.
"How's Sam doing?" Rachel asked, her voice sounding bitter sweet as she questioned Quinn. Rachel didn't miss how Puck's hands tensed into a tighter fist at the mention of Sam Evans. And that made her realize something.
When Puck had gotten out of juvie, he had had to fight for his spot back on the football team as a starter, since FInn had come back and taken the quarterback spot from Sam. While Sam was still a starter, he'd taken Puck's old position. And Puck had gotten a spot back on the team, but he no longer happened to be his old position. In stead, he'd had to settle for something else. And Sam had swept in and stolen Quinn right out from under him. Besides that, once again, Puck's vocal talents were forgotten when Sam and Quinn got a duet together at Sectionals.
Maybe using Anthony, Azimio, and Karofsky could convince Puck that Rachel wasn't just a good little prude of a girl, but using Sam Evans would show that Rachel would rather be with Sam than with Puck.
"What's it to you?"
"Well, I thought after your little cheating scandal, he could use a little...cheering up," Rachel said with a coy wink.
She smirked as Puck's knuckles slowly began to turn white at this statement as he clenched his fists even tighter.
"Berry," Santana said at lunch as the group sat at a table in the center of the cafeteria. "You are an effing genius and I'm one hundred percent proud to call you a best friend!" She said, reaching over and giving the brunette a little hug. Rachel had sat down at lunch and quickly started to fill Santana in on her plan to make Puck jealous with a boy that had already stolen so much from him. Rachel just wasn't sure how she should start the little plan out, but clearly Santana had just needed the idea to come up with a new plan in a matter of seconds. Her eyes widened and her smirk grew as Sam passed by the lunch table, looking for a place to sit. She nudged Rachel.
"SAM!" Rachel called, pushing her stand back and standing up. Sam turned around, his bleached blonde, heavily streaked hair shaggy and surfer-ish around his face. He frowned in confusion as he noticed who had called his name. "Come sit with us," She beckoned, dropping back down into her seat, barely noticing that Santana had slid over to leave an empty seat besides Rachel.
"Are you sure that's okay?" Sam asked as he dropped into the seat next to Rachel, taking in the three football players across from him and the two ex-cheerleaders sandwiching Rachel and himself in the middle on the opposite side of the table.
"Of course it is," Santana said brightly. "We're all friends here," She said happily. "Anyways, Rachel, what were you telling us about that new duet you wanted to sing in Glee today?" She asked cheerfully, quickly changing the subject. "Some country song...um...Remind Me, right? The new Carrie Underwood and Toby Keith song?" she said, her eyebrows forming a little V as she played dumb.
"Brad Paisley," Sam corrected quickly.
"Oh, you know it?" Santana asked.
"Yeah, I love that song," Sam nodded.
"Well, that's perfect then," Santana said. "Rachel needed a partner for it, because Quinn's put an end to her singing with Finn anymore, you know?" She said.
"Oh, San, I don't think Sam wants to sing a song with-"
"No, no-yeah, I'll sing with you, Rach," He said, turning to study her for the first time sing sitting down, her eyes zeroing in right on her chest as he spoke.
Normally, Rachel would be ready to slap him across the face and storm off, pulling her shirt tighter around her chest. But, this was all a part of the plan, so she just let it happen, leaning against the table and smiling brightly at him.
"Aw, Sam," She said, running a hand through his hair. "You're such a sweety," She purred.
