Chapter 1

Rachel was standing in her gym clothes, watching as the girls around her talked to each other. She had only been at this school for two months and had only talked to three guys, who she was somewhat friendly with. She sat down on the bleachers in the gym, as a tall blonde woman stepped forward. She was wearing a red track suit and she sneered at the girls.

"Hello, my name is Sue Sylvester. I coach the Cheerios and will now be your temporary gym teacher," Sue said. A roar of protest came from the teenage girls.

"Since your gym teacher, whatever her name is, retired, we're combining all first period gym classes," Sue continued. The girls let out another groan. Sue glared at them until they stopped talking and looked at the clipboard in her hand.

"Jennifer, Alison, Molly... Sarah, Denise and Kimmi, this side!" Sue said. When none of the girls made any attempt to move, Sue dragged one of them over.

"All of you, now," Sue yelled, the other girls running over.

"On this side, I want Tweedle Dumb, Sandbags, Q, and…you, the midget with the big nose," Sue said.

"My name is actually Rachel. Rachel Berry," Rachel said, walking over to her side.

"Whatever. So, play ball," Sue said. Rachel walked over to Santana.

"You're Santana, right? I'm Rachel," she said, putting her hand out. Santana looked down at it.

"So?" Santana said, before grabbing a volleyball. Quinn was stretching in front of the net, standing next to another Cheerio.

"You weren't at the party last night. Where were you?" the Cheerio asked.

"Well, this is totally on the DL, I mean, not fit to print, but I'm dating...Noah Puckerman!" Quinn whispered. Santana was standing close to Quinn and heard her, so Santana spiked the ball at Quinn's head.

"Hey!" Quinn yelled, turning around.

"Sorry, it slipped," Santana replied, a smirk on her face. Quinn rolled her eyes but turned back around.

"Whatever, I'm fine. Let's just play," she said, before Santana threw the volleyball at her again. Quinn turned around and walked toward Santana.

"You know what? That was no accident," Quinn said, her voice getting louder.

"He's mine! Stay away from him!" Santana yelled, pushing Quinn, causing her to stumble.

"Oh, you bitch!" Quinn said, pushing Santana back. Quinn and Santana continued pushing each other until Brittany walked between them.

"Girls! Peace and love! No guy is worth fighting over!" Brittany said, pushing Santana and Quinn away from one another.

"There's nothing to fight about. Noah Puckerman's mine," Santana yelled. Brittany took the volleyball in her hands and threw it at Santana

"What the hell is your problem?" Santana asked.

"I am dating Noah Puckerman," Brittany said. Santana threw the volleyball, but Brittany ducked, sending the volleyball into Rachel's face. Brittany turned to Quinn and slapped her, and Quinn slapped Brittany back. Rachel stood back up.

"Enough! Let's get back in the game," Sue said, pushing the three girls away from each other. Sue walked away, and as soon as she did, Brittany pushed Quinn and Santana pushed Brittany. Rachel somehow got closer to the girl fight as Brittany got pushed into her. Quinn grabbed a volleyball and threw it, the ball hitting Sue in the face.

Santana grabbed the bag of volleyballs and started swinging it, hitting Rachel in the stomach. Santana continued swinging the bag until she hit Brittany with it. Sue stood in front of Quinn, pushing Quinn out of the way. Brittany went over to the cart full of volleyballs and began throwing them, almost hitting Quinn and hitting Rachel in the face again. Brittany took the cart and rolled it towards Santana, Rachel, Sue, and Quinn. The cart fell over, causing the girls to fall on the ground.

Brittany jumped on Santana, while Rachel, Sue, and Quinn tried to get up. Rachel grabbed the whistle around Sue's neck and blew into it, causing everyone to stop fighting.

"This guy is cheating on all of you, and instead of taking it out on him, you're beating the, excuse my language, shit out of each other?" Rachel yelled.

"Language," Sue yelled, standing up.

"Detention. You, you, you and you!" Sue said, pointing to Santana, Brittany, Rachel, and Quinn. Rachel rolled her eyes before standing up, followed by Brittany, Santana, and Quinn.

"Who is that?" Santana asked.

"I don't know, Pam something," Quinn said, walking away.

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Rachel walked into the library, where the detention was being held and saw a guy listening to music. He was short, probably one of the shortest guys she's ever seen, with curly black hair. He began singing out loud to whatever music he was listening to, unknown to her presence.

The guy began singing "Something's Coming", Rachel watching on amused. The guy had a great voice, and he sounded really good. The guy turned around and finally noticed Rachel, and he blushed as he turned the music off.

"Sorry, it's, uh…," the guy trailed off.

"West Side Story. I understand," Rachel said.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is," the guy said, looking surprised.

"Yeah, you can't really hum to West Side," Rachel said.

"No, once you've started, you're kind of obligated to, to belt it out," he said. Rachel smiled.

"Yeah," she said.

"I'm Blaine. You're from...Spanish, right?" Blaine asked, putting his books in his backpack.

"Yeah., I'm-I'm Rachel. So, um, where is everybody?" Rachel asked. Blaine gave her a look of confusion.

"Detention?" she asked.

"You-You came early to detention?" Blaine asked, humor in his voice.

"Oh, um, well, it's, you know. I would hate to m-m-miss a minute of being detained," Rachel said, before both of them started laughing. They noticed Quinn walking down the hallway outside of the window in the room, walking right towards Puck and Finn.

"Hey, babe," Puck said when Quinn reached him.

"Hey, Puck," Quinn said.

"I had a great time with these two on the beach," Puck began, but Rachel just rolled her eyes.

"Ugh," Rachel groaned, rolling her eyes again.

"Oh. Wow. That's not, uh, usually the reaction he gets from girls. It's generally more like a…," Blaine said, following with high pitched sighs and moans.

"Yeah, okay, 'jerk' isn't really my type," Rachel said.

"Yeah, you're right. He can have his jerk moments," Blaine answered. Rachel looked up in surprise.

"Oh, I thought he was you guys'... god, or whatever."

"You're close. He's my older brother."

"Oh! You're the other Puckerman?" Rachel asked. Blaine turned around.

"What is that? Is that, like, 'the loser Puckerman'?" Blaine asked, his voice somewhat confused and angry.

"Oh, no, no. That's not what I meant, I just, you just don't look... " Rachel trailed off.

"Hot, buff, or capable of inciting an all-girl smackdown? No, you're right," Blaine said, Rachel about to protest but he cut her off again.

"Naw, it's-it's cool. I'll let you in on a secret, though. My mom says I'm special on the inside," Blaine said, walking towards the door.

"Good for you," Rachel said. Blaine turned back around with confusion written on his face.

"Yeah," he said, before leaving the room.

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Quinn smiled sweetly at Puck.

"Puck? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Quinn asked. Puck looked at her and smirked.

"Yeah, sure. Later, Finn," Puck said, high-fiving Finn.

"Later, man," Finn said before walking away.

"So, what's up?" Puck asked.

"In PE today, some loser said that she went out with you," Quinn began.

"Really? And you believed her?" Puck asked.

"No. I mean, I don't know. You can't have a girlfriend…" Quinn trailed off

"...In football season. But, if I could, you know who it'd be." Puck answered.

"You know, I don't know why girls say stuff like that. I mean, I think they're just jealous of what we have. Because we share something special. Something we don't have to label. You know, it's, it's an unspoken bond. And I love how secure you are," Puck continued, before giving Quinn a quick peck.

"Alright, I gotta go, babe," Puck said. Quinn smiled before walking into the detention room, where Rachel, Santana, and Brittany were already seated in nearby tables. Quinn sat down at the same table as Santana and watched as Mr. Shuester, the Spanish teacher, walked in.

"All right. Detention has begun, I'll be right back. And no talking!" Mr. Shuester said before walking out of the room. The girls instantly turned to face one another.

"So, I talked to Puck, It was sweet, He felt bad for you. He said that you were jealous because... we share something special. Something that... we didn't have to label because it's…" Quinn began.

"Because it's our unspoken bond and I just love how secure you are?" Brittany interrupts.

"And it hurts me to hear you question it? Because.." Santana says.

"You're the... ...only girl for me?" all three of them say simultaneously.

"Damn! He said the same thing to all of us," Santana says.

"Figures, He makes up with us, and then he hooks up with us...

"You guys hooked up?" Quinn said, disgust written on her face.

"Puck and I share something special," Brittany explained. Santana scoffed.

"Oh, what, that you've both been in your pants?" Quinn rebutted.

"We share a vegan/nonviolent outlook on life," Brittany said.

"Hippie slut," Santana coughs.

"Oh, nice, Santana. It's not like everyone doesn't know that Little Miss Badass brings it on," Brittany said.

"-Look... -You, too?" Quinn asked, shocked.

"Puck and I belong together. He is the school's resident bad boy, and I am the head Skank," Santana replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what kind of Skank?" Brittany replied.

"Oh, like he'd take either of you two seriously!" Quinn butted in.

"-Do not lump me with her!" Santana yelled.

"- Oh, so, what... - now you're better than me?" Brittany replied.

"- Shut up," Rachel whispered.

"- What?" Santana said.

"- Excuse me?" Quinn said.

"- What?" Brittany asked.

"Sorry, S-Sorry," Rachel said, lowering her head down.

"You have something to say?" Santana said, her infamous anger and attitude rearing.

"Uh... No, it's none of my business," Rachel said quietly.

"What?" Brittany said, with a pleasant tone.

"Okay, let me guess. Does he always use pet names like ''baby''... and ''sweetheart''? Yeah, it's not out of affection. It's so he won't mix up your names. And-And he's all about an unspoken bond... or something special, but never about a relationship. A-And the whole arrangement was your idea... so you feel guilty that he cheated," Rachel explained, motioning with her hands to the girls.

"Oh, my God, You're dating Puck, too," Quinn butt in, shock and anger in her voice.

"No, uh... No, I just knew a guy like him. Skip," Rachel said, looking at her hands.

"She's right, I mean, he's always making me feel guilty," Brittany said, a tone of bewilderment in her tone.

"- Yeah," Santana said, looking quizzically at her.

"- It seems to me... that if a guy treats you like that, it…" Rachel began.

"You'd break up with him. Blah-blah-blah-blah. Puck would have another girlfriend in a second," Santana interrupted.

"No, I didn't say, ''break up,'' I'd get even," Rachel smirked.

"Who are you?" Quinn asked in surprise and wonder.

"I know! You're that girl who wigged out last year and got sent to rehab!" Brittany exclaimed.

"No, I…" Rachel began.

"Then you got taken away for bulimia," Brittany said again.

"- No," Rachel said, a frown beginning to form.

"- Fat camp?" Brittany said, clearly running out of ideas. "- No. My name's…" Rachel began, when Mr. Shuester walked in.

"- Hey! No talking!" he yelled.

"- My name is…" Rachel tried again, only to be cut off by him.

"- No... talking! And Rachel, I called your mother since this is your first detention here," Mr. Shuester said. Rachel groaned before throwing her head to the desk.

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After detention, Rachel had to wait with Mr. Shuester because her mom wanted to talk to him. Rachel was absently staring out the window of the classroom, as Mr. Shuester graded Spanish papers at the desk. Suddenly, Shelby burst in, looking around the room. Her gaze landed on Rachel, and Shelby instantly had her "mean mom" face on. Shelby walked towards Rachel.

"Rachel Barbra Berry, you tell me this instant why I got a phone call today from your school about a detention," Shelby said, her voice causing Rachel to cower slightly.

"Well," Rachel began. Mr. Shuester looked up and walked over to the mother and daughter.

"Hello, Mrs. Berry," Mr. Shuester asked. Shelby didn't reply and Mr. Shuester looked at her quizzically.

"Um…Mrs. Berry?" he asked again, touching her arm slightly. Shelby turned around and looked at him.

"Mrs. Berry," Mr. Shuester started, before Shelby interrupted him.

"Corcoran. Shelby Corcoran," Shelby corrected. Mr. Shuester looked at her in confusion.

"I got divorced from Rachel's dad six years ago, and I took my maiden name," Shelby explained. Mr. Shuester nodded his head and smiled slightly.

"I know what you mean. I just got divorced from my wife a few months ago," he said. Shelby and him continued looking at each other until Rachel cleared her throat.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm Will Shuester, Rachel's Spanish teacher," Will said, sticking out his hand. Shelby shook it and smiled at him.

"So, why was my daughter in detention?" Shelby asked, looking towards Rachel.

"Well, I," Rachel began, before Will interrupted her.

"She and three other girls got into an altercation in gym today," Will said. Shelby and gasped and turned towards Rachel.

"Rachel! You got into a fight?" Shelby asked, concern and anger in her voice.

"No, I," Rachel attempted, and Will cut her off again.

"She wasn't in the fight, the other three girls were, but she did sweat in gym. This school has a strict no-swearing rule," Will explained. Shelby seemed to relax, but she still looked at Rachel in anger.

"Well, Rachel, we will be having a talk at home. Now, go wait in the car while I continue talking with Will here," Shelby said. Rachel sighed but walked out, looking behind her to see Shelby and Will smiling at one another. Rachel rolled her eyes. Another one? And a teacher this time? Rachel thought before walking outside.

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A.N. I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, (did I say so?) sorry about the lack of updates. I've been really busy adjusting to my new high school. I'm a freshman, so I'm completely overwhelmed some days, and I'm also take three advanced classes this year. I'm trying to work out a schedule for writing this story and my other story "Falling Slowly". I just haven't had any inspiration lately, but I'm trying. I'm going to try to have at least one update every 2 weeks, more often and more chapters if I'm inspired. Please continue reading, and please don't hate me for the long wait.

-FinnHudsonismine5

P.S. Have you guys heard the songs for Pot O' Gold? Damian sounds amazing! Can't wait!