Okay, so this chapters basically just a filler, so y'know. But i hope you enjoy it all the same. Read, Review and Enjoy!

Rachel POV

"I've got it!" Santana yelled excitedly.

It was thursday afternoon, and we were sitting in the choir room, waiting for Glee to start. And now, thanks to Santana's random yelling, all eyes were on us.

It had been 4 days since 'The Rachel Berry Transformation', and things were going well. Not only had i found friendship in both Santana and Brittany, but get this: Not one Slushie Facial.

If i was being honest with myself, which i always was, i sort of found it odd that i hadn't been hit with a frozen beverage. I mean, really that was the whole point of me changing my wardrobe in the first place. But, what i don't get, is why everyone's treating me differently. Like, i'm still in glee club. And i'm still the same BROADWAY-obsessed, overbearing, slightly crazy, talks-to-much Rachel Berry that i've always been. Not to mention, it's not like clothing has ever really came into play with the whole slushie facial thing anyway (other than maybe me getting more of them than the others because of it). but my point is, Quinn and Santana and Brittany and even Sam and Finn and Puck are all 'normal' in their sense of fashion i guess. But they get slushie facials too, just for being associated with glee club (though i've really only seen Puck get slushied once and that was because of the whole football vs glee thing back in sophomore year, and even then, though he chose glee over football, he only got the one slushy). I'm just saying, that i don't see why the slushies stopped, not that i'm complaining. But i'm still in Glee club, and i'm still Rachel Berry. So what's changed?

But i digress. Though i'm not entirely sure what's really going on, i can't say i'm not enjoying it. People surprisingly like me once they get past the fact that i used to dress a little... out there.

In fact, i'd even been hit on by 2 guys from the football team and asked out by some guy on the hockey team, none of which were in the glee club. Not that i'd ever actually be interested in any of them, it was just kind of... nice, i guess. Things were definitely looking up.

"What have you 'got' exactly?" i asked, getting back to Santana's outburst.

"Our plans for this weekend!" she answered with a smirk. I didn't like where this was going.

"Oooh! What are we gonna do, San?" Brittany asked eagerly.

"We're gonna throw a party." She said simply.

"Where exactly are we going to have this party, Santana?" i questioned suspiciously.

"Your house, of course."

"I don't know about that San... The last time we had a party at my house, things went a little crazy. Everyone in Glee suffering from severe hangovers and I vividly remember getting thrown up on in front of the entire school, and smelling like vomit for the next two weeks."

"Sorry about that, by the way!" Brittany pitched in guiltily.

"Besides, my dad's trust me and i don't think breaking that trust is-"

"Come on B! Look, your dads are going out of town 'till tuesday, right?"

"Right..." Something in my head yelled 'PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION', though it usually did when i was dealing with Santana.

"And they're not leaving until tonight, correct?"

"That's correct, but i don't-"

"If it makes you feel better, we can ask the daddies berries, k?"

"I don't know about this, i mean-"

"Don't worry, i'll take care of everything." And yet, the way Santana said that, made me think maybe i should be worrying a little more...

"Uhm... Alright, we can have the party, but only if you can get my dads to agree."

"Oh, i can." I really hope i didn't just make a HUGE mistake.

"Really?! Yay! I love parties!" Brittany yelled, causing me and Santana to both burst into a fit of giggles at her cheerfulness.

"I heard Party! What's going on?" Puck asked as he walked in, late as usual.

"Hey Pucky Puck. My girl Rachel here is having herself a party this weekend." Santana said with a smirk.

"Oh really now? And why am i just hearing about this?" He asked, directing the question towards me as he sat in the back row, right behind me and Santana.

"See... that could be for two totally different reasons.." I answered back coyly.

"And they are?" He seemed confused, Santana just sat back with a smile on her face and begun talking with Brittany.

"Well, it could be because we just decided this and have yet to set the plans in stone..."

"Or?"

"Or it could be, because you weren't invited." I caught a glimpse of his mouth dropping open in shock, and heard a few people that had witnessed the exchange giggling to each other, before i turned around in my seat to face the front, just in time for Mr. Schue to enter the choir room and launch into a rant about team work.


"Okay guys! Just remember, we have an extra practice during lunch tomorrow, but we're just going to finalize our setlist and then you guys will be free to go. I'll see you all tomorrow!" Mr Schue said before waltzing out of the choir room.

"so Berry, were you serious about earlier?" Puck asked as we were packing up to leave. "I mean, is it invitation only? 'cause i don't really think that's fair. I've always been nice to you, Rache. Well not always, but we're cool now. We were cool before you were friends with Santana and Brittany.. y'know? 'sides, i'm like the life of the party! I don't see why you wouldn't want me ther-"

"What is it you are babbling about, Noah?" I had finished packing my things up and Santana and Brittany were waiting for me by the door.

"How come i wasn't invited?" I finally looked up at him then, his brow was furrowed and his lip was sticking out in a small pout.

"Aww, Noah! Of course you are invited, i was simply joking." i swung my bag onto my shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, which caused his pout to turn up into a smile. "I apologize if i hurt your feelings."

"You didn't hurt my feelings Rache. I'm badass."

"Yeah, sure Noah. Now if you don't mind, i have to get going, or Santana's going to come over here and drag me away. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Berry."

"Bye, Noah." Then i walked towards the door, to where Santana was smirking with her eyebrows raised and Brittany was clapping.

"What was that, B?"

"That was Puckleberry!" Brittany whisper-yelled.

"I assure you, i have no idea what you two are talking about. Now, can we go? I'm pretty sure you have to talk to my fathers before they leave, Santana."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, i got this." There was no way she 'had this.'