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Chapter 3

Rachel POV

I need a way to destroy Finn Hudson. How dare he swan into Glee Club rehearsals and upstage not only my most fierce competitor Kurt, but myself included! But... how can I destroy his reputation and make his last year of high school worse than my entire high school life? I need a seriously good plan.

"Listen, Little Miss Perfect, I'm as affronted as you are," Chimed Kurt as we strolled, arms linked, out of the auditorium after what had been a truly humiliating audition process.

"Which is why you will be helping me to destroy him. How dare he turn up and think he can make some sort of mockery out of performing arts!"

"Yes, of course. And I agree but-"

"Footballers and developing Broadway hopefuls do not belong in clubs together-" I interrupted as calmly as I could manage. I can feel the tension building inside, an adrenaline rush developing. This may well be the perfect opportunity for me to put my superior acting skills to practice - I will use the art of manipulation, pull every string on the guitar in order to humiliate Finn. Not even the master of manipulation will be able to spot my ploy.

"If you're planning what you believe to be some fool-proof plan to get revenge, by using me as your little sidekick, think again Rachel Berry." Damn. He guessed it.

"Kurt, Kurt, what do you take me for? I'm thinking just a little embarrassment here, some humiliation there, nothing to get upset about..." And at the end of it, total reputation mutilation.

"Rachel! You are toying with the best here, you can't fool me. What we need, is to lure him out of his hard-core football shell. Get to know him and let him think we are on his side. Once he starts embracing his artistic soul, his friends will be on to him like a pack of wolves. There's no way he'll stay in Glee with a ruined reputation and a daily trip to the bins. His little blonde girlfriend might be saying bye-bye after that too." Kurt had a gleam in his eyes and that's why I knew he was the perfect plotting partner for this kind of game.

"You're bad, Mr Hummel." I grinned.

"I prefer the term, 'awesome' actually." Kurt winked. "He'll go crawling back to them, begging for another chance. He'd hate to leave with a reputation so bad."

Afternoon lessons were usually tedious. People staring in my direction when I walked into the room, giggling as I walked passed, throwing pencil sharpenings in my hair out of boredom, was usually something I could gladly miss. As it was, having auditioned for Glee Club made the sharpenings in the hair seem like a welcome gift. Today, I had my bag thrown in the sink in the science lab, and the tap switched on. At some point, someone (and I'd hazard a guess at Mercedes, she's always been jealous of me) stuck blu-tack in my hair. I only realised at the end of the day as I tried to drag a brush through it and realised the more I pulled, the more hair got stuck to it. It would have to be cut out.

"So does anyone have anything at all to say about the text? What about the character of Catherine? Excuse the french, but is she really a self-centred bitch, through and through, or is there a deeper side to her character?" Asked Miss Jones lazily, as we began an hour of Literature. She'd long given up hope of anyone really participating in class discussion. That was when my hand shot into the air.

"Well, of course we must remember that she was the only female growing up in a patriarchal society, under a male-dominated household, save for a maid. Therefore, with that influence, her masculine, uncouth behaviour was inevitable. However, she remained selfish until her death, I believe. Her only redeeming quality is the love she held for Heathcliff. No matter how twisted it was."

"That's not really love then, is it?" A strange, male voice interrupted. I turned in my seat, indignantly, to find none other than Finn Hudson with his arm half-raised. I hadn't even realised we took Literature together. How dare he question my opinion!

"It is love of the worst kind Finn. An obsession. An infatuation."

"Obsession isn't love though, it's... well kind of creepy." Finn argued. I rolled my eyes internally. Poor, poor boy. He'd have no idea about the values of literary love and the connotations of obsession and infatuation. Perhaps if he spent more time doing his work as opposed to 'binning' people, as they call it, it might serve him good.

"Well, I wouldn't expect you to know what infatuation means-"

"That's enough Rachel." Intervened Miss Jones. I cringed slightly before shaking it off and smiling.

"Of course Miss Jones. I was merely pointing out that though the love Heathcliff and Catherine share isn't conventional, and outwardly destroyed their relationship with any other person they were associated with, you can't say it wasn't still love. There is a saying that love is the most amazing and dreadful of all human emotions. Catherine and Heathcliff were conventionally unsuited - they were from separate social groups and forced to remain apart due to reputation. But somewhere between all of that, they found a bond that was stronger than what anyone else might of thought about them." I nodded at Finn to show that I didn't hold any hard feelings towards him after his little interruption. He just looked at me strangely. Maybe even admiringly, as I dared hope. Not that I cared either way.

"So you think people can still somehow be together even if the world or their friends expect them not to be or something then?" Finn asked finally. The whole class was staring at us. Noah Puckerman grinned. How weird.

"Well that remains to be seen." I replied before turning away.

Once the class had ended, I met back up with Kurt at our lockers.

"You will never guess what happened in Literature today!" I declared. I repeated the discussion Finn and I had to an eagely listening Kurt. "Maybe he's a little on the homosexual side. You know, asking whether I think people can fall in love even if the world is against them." I wondered aloud. Kurt gazed back at me, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

"You think Finn might be gay?" He asked. His voice was strange.

"Why not? He auditioned for Glee didn't he?"

"You may well be one of the most judgemental people I have ever had the misfortune to meet Rachel Berry." Kurt snapped sharply. I played it sweet however. No need for Mr Hummel to have a diva-sulk for no reason.

"Don't you think it might be possible?" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noah Puckerman with two cheerleaders hanging on his arms stroll by, an Asian boy tagging closely behind. As Puckerman passed, he caught my eye and winked, whilst lifting his hand up and pretending to squeeze my breast. Urgh! How crude and humiliating. The girls laughed in highpitched screeches.

Continuing ever so slightly louder, I ignored him and said "I mean, I'm just surprised he had the confidence to admit it, aren't you? That he's in to boys? Poor Finn, I doubt the guys from the football team will be pleased but why should he hide who he is from the world?" I caught sight of Puckerman's face once more. It had frozen as his glance darted to meet my own. Once they had disappeared, Kurt stamped on my foot.

"What are you doing?" He hissed.

"Oh hush. You said we needed to be smart and I was. Now they will all think Finn is gay, his reputation will be destroyed and we will own Glee club, exactly as it is supposed to be!" I hissed back.

"You idiot. If the football team kick him off, Finn will have no other choice but to stay with Glee. He needs extra curricular activities for College applications." Ahh. Oops.

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Finn POV

"Finn!" Puck demanded, shoving his shoulder into mine.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, rubbing the spot he'd hit with his own. He shoved into me again.

"What the hell, man? You're a fucking homosexual? Why didn't you say?" He was half mocking and I could see it in his eyes - it was the same look he got during lunch times, when he had some geek or loser to toss in the bins.

"A what? Since when? What the hell?" Puck just watched me, he didn't say anything, just waited for me to fight back. After a moment or two, he sighed deeply.

"I thought we were boys, Finn! Since when did you decide to go all Hummel on me? Why didn't you tell me?" What was he actually on about? All 'Hummel'? What does that mean? What's a 'Hummel'?

"What's a 'Hummel'?" I asked. Puck didn't say anything, but his jaw dropped slightly. It was kind of funny actually. He normally waltzed through school scowling and intimidating everyone but when you really get to know him, he's kind of... well a pussy really. He still does what his mommy tells him.

"Gay Finn! Are you gay?" Gay? Me? He clearly doesn't remember the magazines I gave him, second hand. I couldn't help it then. Blame it on the nerves but I burst out laughing. And once I'd started I couldn't stop. We were in the gym changing rooms alone as the rest of the guys had gone home already.

"So... you're not into dudes then...?" Puck asked, his voice different now. My laughing ceasing now, I pulled on a sock. My toe went through a worn hole but I shoved my shoe on over it.

"Hell no. Where the heck have you heard that?" I asked, affronted now. I don't give off vibes do I? How am I supposed to seduce even Rachel if people think I'm into dudes? I definitely need to stop shaving.

"Heard Berry and that Hummel kid talking earlier... I just assumed...?" He looked guilty now, with good reason. If my shoulder wasn't numb I'd have smacked him for even suggesting it. I'm a hardcore dude!

"Fucking hell man, you can't just go believing everything you hear. People will start thinking things."

"Finn! Berry was talking about it. Berry." Ahh shit.

"I see." But I don't really. What was Berry going round saying I'm gay for?

"Look man, I don't know what you've done to upset her but... Looks like you might as well give it up. Accept that you can't do it." He's talking about the dare.

"I will seduce Rachel. Just wait."

As I stormed past him, I almost knocked head first into some girl's chest. Stood several steps higher than me, was none other than Santana. Dark haired and tanned skinned, she has to be one of the hottest girls in school.

"Ooh careful Finn." She giggled slowly. Tearing my eyes away from her chest, that was exposed by a low-cut top, I apologised.

"Eh... sorry. Urm..." She laughed again, like tinkering laughs. Weird. If girls think that kind of thing is sexy, it's just not. It made her sound like a baby. Although saying that, it's always nice to see one of the Cheerios out of their cheerleader's outfits. Not that they don't all look hot in them, but I'm more of a boobs than butt guy.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" She asked sweetly. Do I though? On the one hand, Santana has a reputation. A bad one, for sleeping around; if I went anywhere with her, I doubt I'd be able to resist if she tried it on with me. Then again, if I went with her and something happened... No one would think I was gay. I'd be an official dude. A man!

"Y-urm-yeah?" I stammered, red-faced now. She had one of her hands placed on her hip so that her body was tilted closer to me. The other hand was tracing across my shoulders and onto my chest lightly. I could smell her perfume or whatever and it was typically girly; all strong smelling and sickly. Why can't girls just embrace their natural smell? Or put less on?

"Of course you do." She actually winked at me. Do girls like, practice this kind of thing? Despite how obvious she was being, it's impossible not to find her really sexy. My gaze dropped back to her boobs again. I know for a fact the Cheerio's put makeup or something on their chests to create a cleavage because Quinn used to do it after we'd made out. Somehow, I doubt Santana has to work that hard to create cleavage though... Hell, if she's offering, who am I to turn her down?

We walked side by side down the school corridor and by chance, almost bumped into none other than Rachel who appeared to be heading down to the auditorium.

Rachel POV

I just saw Finn walking side by side with that awful cheerleader. She looked all smug, swaying her hips about and thrusting her chest out. However, just as I began making my way to the auditorium, Mr Shue came out of one of the nearby classrooms, a box of Spanish books in his arms.

"Ah Rachel, just the person I wanted to see." My heart skipped a beat. He's about to tell me I was the only one good enough to join Glee! I'll be the sole star of the show! "I was a little disappointed by your performance today. I've heard great things about you Rachel, but you try too hard. One of the key elements of being a successful Broadway star, is to really feel what you're singing, so that you don't have to act it out. You need to learn to be more subtle. As it is, all who auditioned today were good enough to join, you are all very talented in your own ways. This year, we will be entering Regionals. That means we need everyone in tip top shape voice-wise. I want to win this year!" So many thoughts were swarming around in my mind. Mr Shue didn't think I was good enough! But he said we were all good enough to join Glee! We'd be doing Regionals!

"Er, Mr Shue?" I jumped at hearing a deeper voice behind me. Turning, I saw Finn, holding hands with the dark haired girl. "I quit. Or whatever. I'm not joining Glee." What? What? I don't know how long I stood there. We need Finn if we are to enter Regionals. And now, he's quit! I can't help feeling that it's all my fault. If I hadn't made up that rumour about him being gay... And now...

And then it came to me. It's the only way to get him to join Glee club before my chances as a Broadway superstar are slashed. Finn has to fall in love with me.

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