AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the second chapter! Sorry if it sucks ans the makeover description includes words:
a) Badly spelled
b) That don't exist
c) All of the above
Because my first language is Spanish, so this is kinda hard :S
Shout-out: Please read "Oops I Fell In Love" by true fangirl and "Pregnant" by randombookfan if you love Finchel just as much as we do! ^.^
Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee :(:
The next day, Rachel was on her Maths classroom, thinking. Thinking about Quinn. About her future. Quinn wouldn't continue being a cheerio when she turned 30. Some crap about getting old and fat. So she couldn't have decided what she wanted to do of her life. But Rachel did. She was destined to sing and be a Broadway star. And maybe, just maybe, people like Quinn could be her back up singers. But that wasn't Rachel's idea... No, this time, she could temporarily share the spotlight. She had to. And she would share it with a certain blonde. But Rachel knew the spotlight was too big for two... And she had a perfect plan for that.
-Why would my Cheerios want to join the Glee Club?- Sue asked.
-Simple: they all might have talent, talent to be backups in my solos,- Rachel lied. Well, it wasn't technically a lie, but Rachel wanted them to join for another reason.
-Rachel, look around,- Sue ordered. Rachel looked around Sue's office. -You can see hundreds of trophies, right? Well, Glee club has exactly that much slushies thrown. Glee Club is for losers, and popular kids aren't them. You understand?- Rachel nodded. -Now get the hell out of my office.
Rachel sighed as she walked out of Sue's office. She wasn't dissappointed at all, she was expecting that. There was a very small chance the cheerleaders would join, and it was really small. They were on top of the social pyramid, why would they risk their reputation? The whole school would not help, either. They would only make them feel like crap. If there was a way to make them not notice...
Then, she knew. She knew how to make Quinn and two other Cheerios –or popular people– quit cheerleading for music. The whole school would judge them, so she had to convince them when the school just wasn't watching.
Summer time.
Kurt Hummel was just walking by the lockers when his phone buzzed. He checked the Caller ID, to see a picture of a smiley brunette girl.
-Hi Rachel,- he said through the phone.
-Hi, Kurt? I need you to do me a favour,- Rachel asked.
-Sure, what's up?
-Tell me, when's the next party? You know, the popular parties?
-Wow, Rach, I feel flattered.. How am I supposed to know that? Not that I don't, anyway.
-Your boyfriend might be gay, but he's great friend with the football team.
-Fine... Well, it's today at 7:30 p.m, the Cheerios and the football team are invited. What are you going to do?
-Well, I thought so, so I also need you to make your best copy of a Cheerios outfit, along with the make up and hairstyle. Come to my house by 6:00 p.m, and take Mercedes with you, 'kay?
-But, Rachel, our sleepover isn't until next Friday...
-Then we'll have to make it sooner.
Rachel hung up and texted Mercedes, telling her the same she told Kurt, except for the Cheerios outfit thing. She then paused and wondered whether Mercedes or Kurt should be the one Rachel would shine with. Mercedes was a diva like her, and she sung amazingly. So why not? They would sound wonderful together. But then again, Mercedes was a diva. And the spotlight was just too small for two divas. Kurt was not an option, even though him and Rachel sounded pretty great together: she had decided it was a girls only thing. If any girl ever decided to join...
That night, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt on Rachel's house, waiting for Rachel to step out of the bathroom in her brand-new Cheerios outfit.
-Are you ready?- Mercedes asked impatiently.
-Almost!- Rachel answered.
-Let her take as much as she wants, beauty needs time.- Kurt told Mercedes.
Mercedes playfully rolled her eyes as Rachel got out ofthe bathroom.
-You look...- Mercedes started to say, astonished.
-...like a real cheerleader,- Kurt finished.
Rachel smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. She did look like a Cheerio. But her hair didn't.
-Kurt, hair?- Rachel asked.
-Sure!- Kurt replied, grinning. -Mercedes, pass me the hairstyling kit.
Kurt combed Rachel's hair into a perfect high ponytail, added some extensions to make Rachel's hair look longer and used clips for Rachel's fringe, so no one could recognize it. -I love makeovers,- he mumbled with a smile. He looked at Rachel and smiled. So did Mercedes. Rachel looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
-Wow, I'm finally a Cheerio,- She commented.
-What do you need the outfit for, anyway?- Mercedes asked.
-Tonight, I'm crashing a party.- Rachel answered.
-For what?
-For fun.
