Rachel's POV

As I walked into class, everyone turned to stare at me. Normally, I would give them a beaming smile and let them laugh about me. Not anymore.

"Can I help you?" I bit out, as I gave them a glare so cold, I saw one girl shiver.

"N-n-no Rachel!" A freshman cheerio squeaked. I smirked and I could see some people relax.

"Good. I wouldn't want there to be any problem," I stated, daring anyone to reply. Azimio does. Idiot.

"Actually Berry, there is." I heard many warnings thrown around the room. Telling him that he's on thin ice.

"And what would that be?" I cocked one eyebrow and gave him a glare.

"The problem is, you're a loser, and no matter how smoking hot you look, you always will be." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Have you seen Karofsky since the hallway incident?" I asked mentally kicking his ass. The teacher would show up in about 5 minutes so we had time.

"What hallway incident?" he asked cluelessly. I gave the football player next to him a look, and he pulled out his phone and showed him the footage from Jacob's blog. As he watched the video, his jaw dropped. When it was over, he looked at me with his mouth opening and closing.

"Are you going to say something or just sit there looking like a fish?" I finally ask.

"I'm sorry, I guess," he stuttered. I can't blame him.

"That's as good as I'll get. Now you," I said, turning to focus on a baby cheerio who was sitting in the very back corner, "Are in my seat."

"Sorry Rachel!" She runs into another spot by a different cheerio. I realized she's thee same one who answered me earlier.

"Hey!" I called out as I slid into my seat.

"Yes?" she asked in a fear filled voice.

"Name?"

"Emily."

"Well Emily, call me B. Sit at my table at lunch, okay?"

She looked shocked and happy, than just giddy. "Sure Ra-" She cut herself off when I raised an eyebrow. "B, I meant B."

I gave her a soft smile, and then the teacher walked in.

When the lunch bell finally rang, I walked to the cafeteria. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing to see here," I said loudly, and soon they were all whispering about me. I pick a table to the left of the direct middle. I see Emily walk in and look around. When she spots me she beams and practically skips over to me.

"Hey B!" I could tell she was still hesitant.

"Em, you can relax, I'm not going to kill you," I said, smiling softly at her.

"Em, I like it."

"You better." I joked. She rolled her eyes, then gave me a soft smile.

We made small talk until the glee club walks up to my table and sits down.

"Is this baby cheerio bothering you B?" Santana asked me. She glared at Emily, who made a move to leave.
"Don't leave Em," I said in a tone that said, 'I'll take care of this.'

She nodded and slid back into her seat.

"Okay 1, don't call me B. Only Emily here gets that privilege. 2, don't talk to her like that. And 3, did I say you could sit at my table?"

The gleeks were shocked at my words. Quinn shook herself out of the stupor first.

"Well, no, but-" I cut her off.

"Then what are you doing here?" She goes to respond but I don't let her. "Listen for a minute, okay." When she reluctantly nods I stand on the table. "HEY!" I shout. Everyone turns their heads. "My table is one you can eat at only by personal invitation. And, anyone who harasses Emily here will not only answer to Sue Sylvester, but me. I don't think you want that, so leave her alone, and don't eat at my table and everything will be fine. Okay?"

Everyone nodded their heads, and I got off the table.

"Thank you," Emily said, obviously touched at the fact that I would stand up for her like that.

"Of course Em!" The gleeks made no move to leave so I sighed heavily. "Okay, what are you still doing at my table?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Why should we leave?" Santana had her bitch face on.

"Because I told you to. Now, I learned karate, and I can fight and take anyone down, so you best be moving your ass before I do." I said, my tone completely serious. They all stood up to leave. "Wait!"

"Yeah Rach?" Finn asked, his puppy dog face showing.

"Noah, you can stay, the rest, goodbye!"

"Why'd you let me stay Berry?"

"Call me B, Noah. And because I wanted too. Now Em, I want you to pick two friends who you trust with your life, and tell them they are allowed to sit here."

"Thanks B!" She ran off to find her friends. She came back a couple minutes later. "B, this is Katherine and Sophia."

"So tell me if these are okay. Kate or Katie if you want, and Soph. Sound good?"

"K-Katie's fine," Katherine stuttered.

I rolled my eyes. "You guy can relax, and call me B."

"Okay so B," Sophia started, sliding into a seat across from me. "Why the sudden change?"

"That's what I was going to ask," Noah commented.

"I was fed up with trying to be this goody two-shoes, which I'm not actually. You guys are seeing some of the real me. Only 3 people have seen the official me. Ari, my best friend, Eric, Ari's boyfriend, and Landon, (Link on profile) the hottest guy to ever walk planet Earth."

"Whoa, whoa, back it up. This Landon dude is the second hottest guy, I'm the first."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the girls, knowing he would still listen to the conversation. "All the guys in glee have different attractiveness scales. Finn is a 2 on the adorable scale, Mike and Matt are 6's on the cuteness scale, Noah's a 4 on the hotness scale, and Landon is a 10 on the Greek god scale."

"Yeah, right." I heard Noah mumbling to himself. I smirked and kept talking with my girls.

"So, shopping tomorrow night sound good?" Katie asked.

I winced. "Sorry girls, I have practice today and tomorrow. I have Friday free," I said.

"It's okay B, we'll wait." Em chimed in.

The bell rang. As we gathered up our trays I replied. "Thanks! You guys are the best. See you tomorrow!" We say our goodbyes and head our separate ways.