**Just clarifying some things; this is during season 2 but Beth doesn't exist. Quinn and Puckerman had sex but she didn't get pregnant. Rachel kicked Puckerman's ass though. Shelby has always been in Rachel's life and still works at Carmel. Jesse is already Rachel's friend. Rachel has taken dance classes with Mike and Brittany for years. Rachel's uncle is the dean of Dalton and has known the Warblers for years also.
I do not own Glee, the evil man with the yellow hat does.
Okay, on with the show!
He had his normal constipated look on his face and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
"Hey Rach," He says. I frown because I really don't like it when he calls me that. It's reserved for self-centered terrible quarterbacks of terrible football teams. Even as I was lost in my thoughts I could tell that he was going on about something that I probably don't even care about. I shook myself out of my thoughts and looked up at him again.
"I'm sorry Finn. What were you saying?"
"That I'll pick you up at 7 tonight" He said with what is probably a terrible copy of Noah's smirk on his face.
"Excuse me?" I gaped.
"I asked if you wanted to go out and you didn't say anything, so I thought that meant yes." He said slowly as if he was talking to a toddler. Why would anybody want to date him? I mean, he's a terrible quarterback, can't really sing, and is kind of an idiot.
I shifted my weight to one leg, crossed my arms, and looked him in the eye as well as I could.
"I'm busy tonight, Finn"
"But Rach, it's Friday. What would you do?" He looks even more confused than usual now. Does he really think I don't have anything to do on a Friday night? I mean, I split my afternoons between vocal and dance classes, and spending time at Dalton with the group.
I sigh. "Finn, I have plans tonight. I'm not going out with you". He looked confused for a second before smiling at me. Oh god, I don't like that look.
"Oh, that's okay Rach. We can go out another day." Jesus Christ. I'm so glad I don't have to act like I'm chasing after him anymore.
"You know what Finn, I have to go, but I'll see you in glee later." I grab the strap of my bag and start walking down the hall, away from Finn and his ever-present constipated look.
I stop halfway down the hall to take my phone out of my pocket and send a text message to Blaine;
ME:
Don't forget about dinner tonight. Everyone will be there. Don't forget to tell the guys.
BLAINE:
Thanks for reminding me. I'll tell the guys.
ME:
Okay. I'm bringing some extra people so PLEASE be on your best behavior. And NO bowties tonight.
BLAINE:
Yes your majesty. See you then.
I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone as I resumed waling towards Shuester's Spanish class. I could still feel everyone's eyes on me as I entered the classroom. Shuester had a strange look on his face that I can only compare to Finn's frequent constipated one. I rolled my eyes and dropped down in my normal seat taking out my notebook and placing my bag next to my seat. I spent a majority of the period doodling in my notebook and thinking about how glee club will probably go. I speak Spanish practically fluently, and begin to wonder why I bother taking this class in the first place. Oh right, I need to fulfill the ridiculous language requirement. McKinley functions on a sixth grade level, which is probably why Mr. Shuester is qualified to teach Spanish. Thou I'm pretty sure that he barely knows any Spanish anyway. When the period ended I calmly picked up my bag, placed my notebook in it, and exited the room towards my next class ignoring the stares and Shuester's confused look.
The remainder of the day progressed the same; me ignoring everyone's stares, goofing off with Noah in Biology, Chatting with B in Calculus, and trying to figure out why Quinn has a strange look in her eyes. I inwardly smirk thinking about that look, I know that look. As I get close to the choir room I feel Noah's arm snake around my shoulders and I turn to face him.
"Ready for this Jewbabe?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, ark. Oh I forgot to tell you. The plan is in motion."
"Sweet, I finally get to shave this stupid Mohawk off."
"Nah, it makes you look badass".
"Rae, it looks like I have a squirrel on your head."
"Fine, do what you want, but plan 'Rain on Shuester's parade is in effect'." Noah groans and we start walking towards the choir room.
"Why'd you have to call it that?"
"Would you rather I name plan 24601?"
"Fine, the first one is fine. Why do I let you name the plans anyway?"
We walk in and see that everyone is in the room except for Shuester, shocker. I spot two empty chairs on the middle riser near the girls and pull Noah to sit down.
"Umm, because you love me?"
"Keep telling yourself that midget." I punch him in the arm and elicit a laugh from B and Santana.
"Jesus, okay. Calm down."
Finn, who is on the third riser looks at us and asks in what I can guess is supposed to be a jealous tone but only comes out as winy "Are you two together?"
Noah and I only laugh and I say "No, he's like my brother."
Finn looks like he's going to say something else, but Shuester enters, late as usual. He drops his bag on the piano, turns around and claps with that stupid grin on his face. I hear Santana say "Right on time," to which I smirk.
**I Apologize for the wait, I've been busy with other things. Another chapter will be up soon.
