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"Finn, enough is enough!" Rachel shrieked, throwing her purple back pack on the empty chair in between Puck and Mike in the choir room some two weeks after Mike and Matt had found her on that bench and began their friendship with the small singer, turning to face her confused looking boyfriends and amused looking team mates.
"I don't even know what I did!" Finn insisted, moving towards the now livid brunette.
"That's it! That right there is why this isn't working. Last night was Wednesday, do you know what else last night was? We were supposed to have a date last night. That's the fifth date you've blown off this month! I keep making excuses for you, but no more, it's too much for me." Rachel ranted, pacing in front of him.
"If you had called me, I would have remembered and come to get you!" Finn said, trying to defend himself.
"No, I shouldn't have to! I work so hard to make this work and you so clearly don't care enough to even remember a dinner! You were supposed to formally meet my dads last night! You don't put enough effort into this. I'm sick of pulling all the weight in this relationship, I can't do it anymore." She replied, her voicing quieting towards the end of her speech.
"Jeez, calm down diva." Kurt huffed, rolling his eyes and brushing his bangs out of his eyes.
"Oh shut up Kurt!" Santana snapped from her seat at the front of the room before shooting Rachel a small smile and a wink. Rachel quickly mouthed 'thank you' to the Latina and turned back to the matter at hand.
"Kurt, your unrequited love for Finn has nothing to do with this, so keep your rude mouth shut and your over powdered nose out of my business!" Rachel growled at the flamboyant boy, shocking everyone with her outburst. Kurt just sat back in his seat, his eyes wide and Mercedes trying to comfort him.
Santana smiled quickly and mumble a silent "Go Berry!" before quietly high fiving Brittany.
"Rach! I know I forgot and I'm so sorry! Please don't end this." Finn pleaded, turning the attention back to him.
"No Finn, I'm sorry but I'm absolutely refuse to be stuck in a relationship where I'm not comfortable or happy. It's over Finn." Rachel told him sadly.
"Rachel!" Finn yelled, trying to get her to come back to him.
"No. You have no one to blame but yourself for this." Rachel quipped, before turning to Mr. Shuester who had entered the room a few moments prior. "If you don't mind Mr. Shue I think I'll be foregoing glee for today, I'll see you all tomorrow."
With that Rachel turned on her heel and slowly walked out of the room, leaving a shocked group in her wake. Not wasting a moment, Puck hopped up, grabbing Rachel's bag on the way, tossing her jacket to Mike and rushing out of the room after his best friend. Santana shot out of her seat, grabbing Brittany's hand and pulling her out after them as well.
"See ya tomorrow Shue!" Santana yelled over her shoulder as she stepped out into the hall. "Yo Puckerman, wait up!"
"What San?" He asked impatiently, still walking to keep up with Rachel, "Hey Berry, stop walking to fast, we're trying to catch up with you and I have your shit."
"Noah, why must you be so barba- Oh, hi guys." Rachel called back, whirling around only to see not just Noah, but four other people as well. "I didn't mean to cause a scene, I apologize, you didn't have to leave Glee."
"We wouldn't have been able to practice without you anyway, also, you shouldn't have to be alone right now." Mike answered, walking over to her and tossing an arm around her shoulder and handing her the jacket he had grabbed for her.
"Ooh, let's go get ice cream! That always makes me happy!" Brittany squealed, tugging Santana forward and hugging Rachel tightly. A general murmur of agreement rippled through the group and they headed towards the parking lot.
"Berry, you riding with me?" Puck asked over the hood of his truck when they reached the lot.
"No, she's riding with us." Santana answered for her, hearding Rachel and Brittany into her red Jetta.
"I am?" Rachel asked, being pushed into the back seat.
"Yes." Santana replied curtly.
The ride was quick and moments later Puck, Santana, and Matt were pulling their respective cars into the spots in the Dairy Queen lot, all chatting and laughing as they exited the cars and headed towards the door.
"I really shouldn't be eating this!" Rachel said, as she shoved a huge mouthful of her large cookie dough blizzard into her mouth with a giggle, "It will destroy my vocal chords but it's so good."
"Oh shut it Berry, everyone needs a little ice cream after a break up." Santana laughed.
"Ooh, Ray, Ray, Ray!" Brittany trilled, bouncing up and down in her seat, hitting herself in the face with her pony tail.
"Yeah Brit?" Rachel asked.
"Can we have a girls night? I've always wanted to have one but San says they're for in... in..." Brittany said, struggling to remember the word.
"Insecure girls, Brit." Santana filled in softly, "But I'm in, should be at least mildly entertaining."
"Right, that! So can we?" Britt asked, bouncing again.
"Oh!" Rachel said, finding it hard to believe that these girls were actually her friend, trying to remember how it all happened before realizing it had happened at sectionals and unbeknownst to her, grew slowly until it was a full blown friendship. "Yeah, definitely, my dads are gone on business, you guys can come to my house if you want."
"Yay!" Brittany squealed. "Okay, let's go!"
"What?" Mike and Noah both asked through mouth fulls of ice cream, shooting the blonde confused looks.
"We're going. C'mon." Brittany announced, standing from her chair and picking up her ice cream, "Sanny will you drive us?"
"Sure thing, Brit." Santana replied, picking up her own ice cream and beginning to head out of the shop.
"So you're just going to leave us here?" Mike exclaimed.
"Evidently." Rachel mumbled, trailing after the two cheerios to the red car again.
"So not fair." Matt said under his breath.
"Yeah, we're definitely crashing that." Noah declared leaning back in his chair, smirking at the retreating girls.
"So what exactly does a 'girls night' entail?" Rachel questioned, putting air quotes around her words.
"I don't know. Movies, food, gossip, y'know, girlie stuff!" Brittany answered, smiling back at the girl in the back seat.
"Okay..." Rachel trailed off, sounding extrememly unsure.
"Oh lighten up Ray, you spend so much time with Puck, some girl time might be good for you. Besides, I plan on going through your closet tonight and burning all your sweaters." Santana replied, smirking.
"Kay." Rachel said, seemingly indifferent.
"Wait, really?" Santana asked.
"Sure, I'm looking for a change anyway, y'know?" Rachel answered, shrugging.
"Sweet. Do you even own normal clothes?"
"Yes Santana, I do. I don't where them a lot, but I bought them in hopes of fitting in but soon realized that I'm perfectly content the way I am. That is no longer the case, I was hoping for a normal year. Also, those sweaters are really itchy."
"This is going to be so much fun!" Brittany interjected, clapping her hands.
"Oh, San, it's the first one on the left right there." Rachel said, leaning forward in her seat and pointing out the large brick house on the corner of the street.
Santana pulled the car into the driveway and Rachel hopped out, pulling her keys out of her bag and headed for the tall black front door.
"Woah, this is your house?" Santana asked, her eyes widening at the sight of the huge mansion.
"Yep." Rachel answered quickly, throwing the door open and leading the other girls into the foyer. "I'm going to go change, would you like to borrow some clothes? Those uniforms don't look very comfortable."
"Yeah." Santana replied, folling her up the stairs and into a suprisingly not pink room. "I like your walls."
Rachel let out a not so lady like snort and said, "Who says that?"
"Oh, I meant, I like the color. The green is nice." Santana replied, realizing that it was indeed a strange comment.
"Thanks." Rachel said, emerging from her closet and tossing some clothes at the girls before changing into a pair of black yoga pants and a McKinley hoodie that she had stolen from Mike a few days ago.
"Ray, can we watch The Notebook? Please? Oh and 27 Dresses too!" Brittany pleaded loudly, putting her hands together in a praying position as she browsed through the large movie selection in the Berrys well stocked living room.
"Sure!" Rachel responded, settling into the soft red velvet couch, wrapping the warm fuzzy brown blanket around her shoulders and placing a bowl of popcorn in her lap as Satana plopped down beside her, snatching some of the food from her lap.
"Yay!" She squealed, putting the movie in a snuggling into the couch on the other side of Rachel, grabbing a bowl of chips along the way. The girls sat and watched The Notebook. Rachel and Brittany sat, hugging eachother and sniffling softly while Santana just rolled her eyes and threw a handful of popcorn at them.
"So Ray, what are you going to be up to this summer?" Santana asked, as she and Rachel strolled into the completely black and white kitchen to fill up the multiple bowls the girls had emptied during the movie.
"I'm not sure yet, probably taking extra dance lessons and expanding my musical range a little more like last year." Rachel answered.
"Yeah, well last year you didn't have friends." Santana answered bluntly, "We should all hang. You're kinda fun with you're not being crazy."
Rachel giggles and said, "Yeah, I've heard that before."
"Ray, you have a pool?" Brittany yelled, stepping into the house from the back yard.
"B, when did you go outside?" Santana asked.
"I don't know, but still, you have a pool? Let's have a party here!" Brittany decided, looking to Rachel for conformation.
"Um, sure I guess. I wouldn't know who to invite though." Rachel mumbled.
"I'll do that silly!" Brittany told her, smiling widely.
"Then sure, whatever." Rachel replied, grabbing the now refilled popcorn bowl and quickly retreating back to the living room only to shriek when she entered.
"Hey Berry." Noah said nonchalantly, snatching the bowl out of her hands and shoving a handful in his mouth.
"Uh, San, Brit!" Rachel yelled, not turning away from the three boys that had materialized in her home.
"What's up?" Santana asked, entering the room and stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the guys. "uh, get the fuck out."
"Nah, we're good." Matt replied from his seat in the large reclining arm chair in the corner.
"This is girls night!" Rachel shouted indignantly.
"And what's a girls night without some boys." Mike shot back with a wink.
"Fun." Brittany replied seriously.
"Seriously though," Rachel cut in, "Why are you here?"
okay, so weird place to leave off but if I didn't stop, it would be wayyyy to long so just deal.
the rest will be up by tomorrow or monday probably, unless I have work.
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