A/N – Hey guys! I'm glad you all liked the last chapter – I worked hard on it :) Here's chapter two, where the new "relationship" of Rachel and Quinn is revealed to the WMHS student body ;) I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and this chapter is rated T with the mere mention – more like skirting around – of sex.
Disclaimer – I don't own Glee! :)
Rachel's weekend was full of mourning the loss of what purchase had almost been hers and the occasional bout of homework. She was anxious of what was to come on Monday, and what Quinn had up her sleeve regarding her wardrobe. She went to bed early Sunday night, not ready to part with her animal sweaters.
The next morning, she woke up at six, like always, took some time on the elliptical, like always, took a calming shower, like always, and then, just as she was ready to start on her hair, she stopped. What would be appropriate, now that she could see popularity on the horizon? She hadn't the slightest idea.
Rachel reached for her cell phone, before cursing under her breath and remembering that she had forgotten to ask Quinn for her number. Biting her fingernails, she decided quickly to do something a little different with her hair, hoping she could pull it off.
Fifteen minutes later, her hair fell in loose, beautiful curls, framing her face, while her bangs were pinned back, away from her forehead. It looked better than she had expected! The only thing Rachel was still worried about was her outfit. She still wondered how Quinn was going to pull everything off with their limited communication.
Sighing, she figured she would dress normally for the day and picked out a perfect plaid skirt and a teddy bear sweater. It was very chilly outside, so she grabbed a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose too. After she got dressed, she headed downstairs to join her dads for breakfast. She smiled at the very apparent smell of cinnamon toast – her favorite.
"Rachel!" her more flamboyant dad, Hiram, exclaimed with a huge smile on his face. "Your hair looks amazing, sweetheart. Did you use that new conditioning spray I suggested to you?" he asked, taking a sip of his classic gingerbread coffee out of the mug Rachel had bought for him recently.
His daughter giggled with a nod. "Of course, Daddy." She looked around, her eyebrows raised. "Where's Dad? He's going to take me to school today, right?"
"I'm right here!" A voice called out from the cupboard below the island, and seconds later, Leroy Berry's head popped up, grinning at his daughter. "Almost ready to go, Rach?" He saw her nod and grabbed his briefcase. "Let's go!" While Rachel found her bookbag, he kissed his husband goodbye and hurried out the door. After she put on her coat and scarf and slipped on her boots, Rachel followed suit. A few minutes later, she was buckled up in the sedan, wiggling her toes as the car warmed up. It was sunny outside, but according the weather, Lima was supposed to be getting some snow soon.
On the way, as Leroy explained animatedly about his current project at work and Rachel pretended to be engrossed, her phone suddenly vibrated with an unread text. She wasn't excited, seeing as though it was probably Tina, but opened it anyways. She was surprised to read,
Meet me behind the school by the clean dumpsters. Come alone and TELL NO ONE. – Quinn
Rachel's brows furrowed together – how had Quinn obtained her number? She couldn't worry about that for too long, however, because Leroy had just pulled up to the high school. Her heart beat ten times faster and her breath caught in her throat. Nervous beyond words, she quickly said goodbye to her father and dashed behind the school, quickly deciding to skip saying "good morning" to Tina. She felt bad for ignoring her best friend, but she had to meet Quinn – she was afraid what would happen if she didn't.
The cold wind whipped her bare cheeks less and less as she slowed down, seeing Quinn in her clean Cheerio uniform in the distance. She didn't want to call out and attract attention, so she just made her steps louder as she approached the blond. Unfortunately, she accidentally snuck up on Quinn and startled her. The other girl's shriek rang out, echoing off of the nearby building and dumpsters.
"God! Never do that again!" the cheerleader snarled, brushing herself off.
Rachel frowned, feeling bad. "Sorry…Um, so," she said, changing the subject, "what did you need to meet me for?"
"Clothes!" Quinn exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And confirmation and stuff. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. The question is, are you ready to make people think Quinn Fabray is a lesbian?" she fired back tauntingly.
"I'm not!" Rachel wondered why Quinn was so defensive about it, but shrugged it off, figuring she wouldn't want people she barely knew assuming she was a lesbian as well. "Anyways," Quinn continued, her face hidden as she rummaged through her red and white Cheerios duffel bag, "I brought you some clothes." She started throwing items of clothing, and Rachel caught a pair of dark skinny jeans, a thin white tank top, a pair of Uggs, and a skimpy pink sweater that she had a feeling would not keep her warm.
Rachel scoffed. "Quinn, I assure you, I am a better person that this. There is no way I'll—"
"Oh, really?" Quinn raised an eyebrow, a cunning smile on her face. "Then we're over."
"No!" Rachel shook her head. "No, no, that won't be necessary, thank you very much. But…where am I supposed to change?"
"Behind the dumpsters," the blond replied in a "duh" tone.
The singer sighed and retreated behind one of the dumpsters. After looking around to make sure no one was peeking – especially that creep Jacob Ben Israel – she hastily started changing out of her beloved regular clothes and into Quinn's less-than-desirable attire. She huffed as she realized the tank top revealed her secretly ample cleavage and the sweater didn't do much to hide it. If this was Quinn's secret plot to embarrass her somehow, she would kill her – by the end of the month, of course. She finished getting dressed, slid on the Uggs, and shivered as she walked back over to where Quinn was tapping her foot.
"Okay, a few rules we need to go over—"
Rachel interrupted her. "I know, you told me on Friday, no kissing, no touching—"
"New rules I thought about over the weekend," Quinn hissed, obviously frustrated. "Hand-holding is a definite – no one's going to believe us if we don't. If a guy hits on you" – so was that the purpose of the slutty clothing? – "tell him that no, we won't make out in front of him, but yes, we do worse stuff than kissing."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said no making up stories?"
Quinn shrugged. "I made an exception. The sexier the story, the more popular you get…" She saw the satisfied look on the brunette's face and continued, "We'll share the same tray at lunch, and sit with my friends – so that means you can't talk to Asian chick or wheelchair kid anymore."
"…How do you know who my friends are?" Rachel asked suspiciously, scrunching down her eyebrows.
The blond shook her head, waving off the other girl's question. "No dirty talk, but sweet talk's fine."
"Educate me on the difference between the two?"
Quinn glanced down at her phone for the time and continued when she was assured that there were fifteen minutes before first period started. "Sweet talk is stuff like, 'You're so cute,' 'Baby, you look like an angel today,' and really adorable stuff like that. A-and dirty talk…" she stumbled, "is like… 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard later,' and 'Y-you better be—'" She stopped herself, clearly very uncomfortable with what she was saying.
"Right, right," Rachel nodded, finding the moment very awkward as well. "So should we go in now?"
Quinn nodded. "Nervous?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
They shared a sympathetic look, and suddenly, Rachel felt Quinn's hand slip into hers. "We have to look like a couple, remember?"
"Yeah, I know," Rachel snapped back. Quinn widened her eyes at the brunette's feistiness, but Rachel was impatient. She couldn't wait to be noticed by people.
"Okay," the blond muttered to Rachel as they started walking towards the entrance, "now let's get to the 'facts'." She made air quotes with her free hand. "We've been secretly dating for two weeks. I met you at the mall when you helped me pick up shopping bags I dropped and it was love at first sight." Well, Rachel thought, that's not too far from the truth. "We've gone pretty far already – let's say second base."
Rachel snorted. "You think second base is far?"
Quinn drew back in surprise. "You know what second base is?" She took a moment to inhale this information, and then persisted, "You call me Quinnie and I call you Rachie, got it? Oh, and walk with your back straight up so you can show off your boobs. The feeling of 'look but don't touch' is pretty awesome, if I do say so myself."
"One last thing, Quinn?"
"Mm?"
"How did you get my number?"
Quinn's grip on Rachel's hand tightened and she winced. "Uh, I know a guy." Rachel dismissed this and decided to cease conversation with Quinn – er, Quinnie – to look around at their peers. Not to her surprise, people were starting to look – actually, stare – at the "couple". Guys were whistling, girls were wrinkling their noses, and the LGBT group was grinning ear-to-ear. Rachel glanced over at Quinn's face and saw that she had her classic smirk on – their plan had worked. Well, so far.
"Ignore everyone until we get inside. And don't forget to smile," Quinn said under her breath, and Rachel did so. It was hard, though, when everyone around you was calling you names and trying to take pictures of you (Rachel didn't know how this was such a monumental event that pictures should be taken). Quinn's words ran through her head though, ignore, smile, ignore, smile, ignore, smile. She almost jumped as Quinn hissed in her ear, "We're coming up to my locker now. Tons of guys will be there; as I get my things for the day, you tell them all about us. Answer every question, and if there's one with an answer that we haven't yet gone over yet, then you—" She stopped talking as they reached her locker, afraid someone would overhear their conversation.
Rachel near panicked, realizing that Quinn hadn't finished what she was saying. What would she do if presented with an unexpected question? She had no time to think about this, though, because a group of boys, namely Noah "Puck" Puckerman, Mike Chang, Matt Rutherford, and Karofsky, sauntered up to her and Quinn.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Puck, McKinley's notorious perv, raised an eyebrow and leered at the pair.
Quinn pivoted to face the boys and simply said, "Me and my girlfriend, actually." With that, she gave Rachel a ball's-in-your-court look and continued looking through her locker for her books.
"Girlfriend? Damn, I didn't know you girls were gay! How long has this thing been goin' on?" Karofsky was surprised when he heard Rachel speak up, "Two weeks, actually. We met in the mall when I helped her pick up a shopping bag she dropped, and, what can I say?" She gave a dramatic pause, silently thanking her fathers for her years of much-pleaded-for drama lessons. "It was love at first sight."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, true love and that shit, sure. How far have you guys gone?" He threw Rachel a look that told her she was lucky to be getting to home base with Quinn, of all people (even though she'd never dream of such a thing).
Rachel felt Quinn's anticipating gaze burning through her and said, "Well, we haven't gone all the way" – the boys gave a disappointed whimper here – "but let me just say, I definitely know that Quinn wants me." She leaned into the circle of boys and gave an exaggerated wink. Then, for good measure (and with a deep breath), she sneakily reached under Quinn's Cheerio skirt and squeezed her ass. As the boys laughed, Quinn whipped her head around to throw Rachel a quick glare and then said, "Babe, I thought I told you, no PDA at school." She forced a smile and then scowled when she had her face hidden again.
"Oh, right, I keep forgetting! Well, I'm glad we're all out and proud now. I could barely stand not jumping your bones for the past two weeks!" She turned to the boys and rolled her eyes, knowing from their expressions that they shared her (nonexistent) pain. She quickly glimpsed back at Quinn, only to receive a quick, hidden thumbs up, which meant she was doing good, which was great.
"I think you guys should make out in front of us," Karofsky raised an eyebrow impishly.
Rachel froze in terror for a moment before she reminded herself, It's all an act, it's all pretend. You're never going to be forced to kiss Quinn Fabray. Hell, she would never kiss you! …Don't go feeling bad for yourself, though. You don't like her! At least not like that. Okay, shut up, self. "Hmm, what do you think, Quinnie?"
Quinn smiled slyly. "I dunno, Rachie…should we?" No, we should not, Quinn, why aren't you sticking to the plan? We're supposed to flat-out say no. Right? Rachel wished she had telepathy. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Quinn saved her by saying, "Just kidding, that's never happening, Karofsky."
"Except in his dreams," Matt chuckled, poking a frowning Karofsky in the ribs. Everyone laughed, including Rachel and Quinn, who were both anxious for the boys to go away. They were happy when the five-minute warning bell for first period rang; however, Puck was still there, while his friends went off to their first class.
"So, Quinn, you still coming this Friday?" He asked hopefully.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Where, Q?"
"Oh," Quinn muttered, "pizza and a movie, whole big group of people. I said I'd go."
"But that's our date night!" Rachel whined loudly, making sure people heard.
Puck's eyes widened. "Uh, if our plans on Friday are going to overlap your sexytimes, by all means—"
"NO!" The two girls shouted at the same time.
"Uh, we'll come, sure. It'll be fun!" Quinn grinned at the both of them.
"Right," Puck nodded.
Rachel smiled tightly. "Right."
Yup. Riiight.
A/N – I hope you all liked the second chapter! Next time you tune in, you'll be joined Rachel and Quinn for their first date! With other people, though. :( Boo. Oh, also, a few things – in this fic, Karofsky is not gay, and you'll eventually see why that isn't canon in here. Oh, and Finn doesn't go to WMHS, but you'll see how he'll fit into the story later on. I think that's it. Reviews are love!
- diannacharlie