Wow, this being my first Glee Fic I was super excited by the number of people who have tagged my story. Thanks for reading!
Rachel couldn't sleep. She lay in bed for countless hours her mind filled with possible outcomes of what could potentially be the worst day of her life. The name calling was to be expected, queer, dyke, homo all infinitely worse then the taunts she already endured, but what about possible violence? She was not afraid to stand her ground and speak her mind, but Kurt had experienced so much worse than verbal abuse.
Then she thought of her dads and how disappointed they would be if they discovered her shameful anxiety over being publicly shoved from the proverbial closet. Her conscious reminded her of all the hate her fathers tolerated on a daily basis to love each other and the discrimination they faced with quiet humility in order to provide a home for her where she could be free to be herself. She wouldn't even be here if they hadn't fought for their rights and freedoms to have a family. But was she that strong? Could she shoulder the additional burden of not just being a social outcast but a societal outcast as well?
The tiny brunette rolled onto her side, hands clasped beneath her head. She stared into the darkness and could almost feel the new level of pain and humiliation weighing on her shoulders. She sniffed and bit her lip to keep from crying, she didn't want to be a disappointment to her fathers, but she didn't want to subject herself to false accusations either. She had to find a way to salvage her already substandard status without having to kiss Kafrosky or wave her rainbow flag in surrender. Any other option was out of the question.
Slowly sleep consumed the diva, her dreams were restless and unsettling, filled with sneering faces, cruelty and hatred. She woke up in sweat twisted sheets, tired and overwhelmed by the possible outcome of her day, but with a determined mind the brunette swung her feet to the floor and climbed on her stair stepper. Rachel Barbara Berry was not a quitter. She had plan A, plan B, and well if necessary she'd do an impromptu plan C...she really hoped it didn't come to that.
A short time later a fuming diva stormed into Principle Figgins office. The next hour was a whirlwind as she provided him the abbreviated, yet necessary, details of the football player's dangerous nature and completely inappropriate proposition. The brunette clearly articulated how his current threats combined with his previous actions were more then enough reason to expel him. Principle Figgins sat for a moment and just blinked at her before requesting that Kafrosky be sent to his office immediately.
Rachel paced in the small space outside the principles office watching the football player flailing in his denial and shooting her dirty looks through the glass. After only a few moments Figgins slapped his palm down on the desk and hollered, "Enough!" He then motioned for Rachel to enter.
She kept her chin raised, but her expression neutral, she did not want to gloat, a true star always exercised humility and graciousness when accepting recognition. The diva's self proclaimed victory quickly deflated, however, when the principle immediately began questioning her. All the questions coming at once and all she could do was blink and stutter incoherent responses.
"Did he ask you to be his girlfriend?"
"Did he ask to kiss you?"
"Did you tell him that you were still mad because of the accusations your friend Kurt made against him?"
"Did you call him names and make him feel inferior?" Rachel's eyes went wide and she gaped at the jock over the absurdity of this situation.
"Principle Figgins," Kafrosky laid on the sweet and innocent act as he spoke, even though he was addressing the dark skinned man, his gaze remained on Rachel, "I didn't mean to upset her, I was trying to tell her that I liked her and that we should go out, but it's obvious that she's just trying to hurt me as some sick twisted revenge for her friend."
Rachel began pleading her case. In a whirl wind of talking over each other, she tried to convince the principle that the jock had threatened her and was using intimidation and coercion to serve his sexual deviant needs. While the football player tried to convince the principal that she was acting out a personal vengeance and ruining his potential to get a football scholarship. Figgins finally silenced everyone and called Quinn Fabray to the office, as the only viable witness she would be the deciding factor as to which one of them would be punished.
The diva couldn't believe her arch nemesis was about to decide her fate. The blonde stepped coolly into the office, hands on her hips, she looked between the diva and the jock and finally up at the principle. "Why am I here?"
"Miss Fabray, please have a seat," Figgins gestured to a chair between Rachel and Kafrosky.
The blonde gave them both a look of disgust, "I'd rather stand."
Rachel turned in her seat to look up with pleading eyes at the blonde. She heard the principle explaining the purpose of her presence; she watched Quinn's face remain completely neutral as she was asked to explain what she saw.
Without looking at either student, the blonde spilled lies from her lips, "I didn't see anything."
Rachel gaped while the jock leaned back and relaxed in his chair, victory clearly visible in his smile. The brunette dropped her eyes to her hands listening to lies being weaved around her. Quinn admitting that she was there, her yelling the jock's name, no presence of a slushy, looked like they were flirting, maybe a lovers quarrel. She never saw anything physical or inappropriate. She only felt compelled to interrupt them because she was disturbed by the fact that yet another football player would want to be associated with the annoying diva.
When it was all said and done Rachel was in a daze. She wandered back to her locker letting Kafrosky's parting words spin through her mind, "congratulations dyke, hope you like rainbow slushies."
Temporarily stunned by her failure to achieve plan A Rachel stood staring into her locker wondering how it all went so horribly wrong. She was jostled from her thoughts when someone bumped into her. Spinning around she anticipated some horrendous affront to her person, but only saw a random student disappearing down the hallway. That was all the motivation she needed to move forward with plan B. She was not about to stand by and let her life story be written by a school bully.
Plan A had failed miserably and it was time to put the next plan in motion. Grabbing pre-staged items out of her locker she headed for Glee rehearsal. Maybe this was meant to be, her opportunity to grow as a person and truly appreciate her father's difficult road in life. She was about to embark upon a life changing moment and she was going to do it on her terms. Rachel Berry style.
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