Author's Note: Sorry for the long gap in between these chapters, I've been really busy with work and school. This chapter is to introduce a newly 'found' Rachel, and to set some underlying feelings for Quinn. They may not be very obvious, but if you pay attention you can see that I'm just buttering them up for a real Faberry/Brittana story. The next chapter will most likely be in Quinn's perspective. Also, sorry if it's a bit of a cliffhanger at the end, I didn't intend on doing that, but it's really late and I need some sleep. Hope you enjoy, and remember to review ! Thanks.
Sitting in my usual Glee seat between Britt and Quinn, I slung my arm over the back of B's seat around her shoulders, and waited for Mr. Shue to arrive with another beginning of the year-boring as all hell speech. It had been surprising when he told us that he was delaying club meetings for two weeks (not that I was disappointed) in order to give potential newcomers enough time to get their shit in order. Yeah, like anyone was gonna join Glee, as far as the rest of this school was concerned, we suck at life. Too bad they don't know jack shit. What was even more surprising about the start of the new school year was the fact that Puck's supposed "bad-ass Jersey cousin" actually preferred to chill with Rachel fucking Berry all the damn time. I mean, yeah I was pretty pleased that she decided not to fuck around and try and get with Britts, but come on, why the hell didn't she wanna chill with the three of us? So when Glee finally started that day and Rachel was the last one to arrive, due to the fact that she was in the middle of the hallway outside of the choir room blatantly making out with said bad-ass, it all began to make sense. They were totally getting it on. Wait that meant Rachel was totally into chicks. No wonder why she wouldn't put out for any of the guys. I hadn't seen tongue action like that from anyone in here in like….wait, ever!
Berry, clearly not realizing that everyone in the room could see them going at it, let out this really soft moan that no one would have ever been able to hear if it weren't for the fact that everyone shut the fuck up the minute they saw those two. The most surprising thing that happened though came after that said moan, when I caught a very flustered Quinn out of the corner of my eye, watching the couple intently while crossing and squeezing her legs together, and biting on her bottom lip so hard I thought she was going to draw blood. I mean yeah the whole thing was pretty hot, but Jesus, Quinn was so straight, I mean wasn't she? Out of the corner of my other eye, was Puck silently fist pumping for his cousin, and Kurt looking towards Blaine, sticking his finger in his mouth while making a gagging noise. Those two had been inseparable at school since the very first day thanks to Blaine transferring to finish senior year off with Porcelain.
The unintended hallway show was loudly interrupted though when slow as shit Finn Hudson caught on to the fact that everyone was watching his recently broken up with ex-girlfriend make out with the new girl. Standing up from his seat so fast that he tipped it backwards and into Mike, he quickly crossed the room to the doorway where he bellowed out a "WHAT THE HELL RACHEL?" At the intrusion, Taylor quickly removed her lips and hands from Rachel, stepping slightly but protectively in front of the other girl. Catching on to the obviously on edge stature of the boy in front of them, I tensed in my seat and looked behind me to find Sam and Puck in the same almost stone-faced rigid positions next to their respective girlfriends.
In an attempt to ease the very obvious tension between the three of them, Rachel started to speak in a soft but firm voice to Finn saying, "Now Finn, while I know that it may not be the easiest thing to see me kissing-"she was interrupted by Mercedes coughing suggestively at the word kissing "-making out with another person besides yourself, your screaming is in no way necessary or appropriate."
Once again yelling his response: "NOT APPROPRIATE? Do you really think it's appropriate to be rubbing this in my face 3 weeks after you broke up with me to 'find yourself'? I mean when did you even start kissing other girls? Are you like a dyke now or something?"
That last question and the fact that he took two threatening steps towards the girls while roughly grabbing Rachel's arm from behind Taylor were definitely his first few mistakes in the current situation. Within the next 30 seconds or so, a few different things happened all at once. Taylor and I both clearly tensed at the word dyke, but so did Quinn, which wasn't the strangest thing after her little scene from before. Sam, Puck, and I all shook off our girls' pleas to stay out of it, and charged the now hunched over form of Finn. Taylor being as attentive to the situation as us, quickly kneed the jackass in the balls, and turned to Rachel making sure she was okay. Puck and Sam both picked up the now cowering Hudson by an arm each, and looked to me to obviously give him a tongue lashing. After screaming expletives at him in Spanish, I calmed down enough to silence the now fuming Taylor with a hand in the air, and turned back to Finn.
"I realize that Berry and I may not be the best of fucking friends, and that I may have made a voodoo doll of her after your little scene at nationals last year, but if I ever see you put one of those giant man paws on her ever again, I swear to God a good knee in the dick will seem like a trip to the fucking ice cream shop when I'm done with you. You get me Frankenteen?" While struggling to get out of the other guys grips, and rotating his glares between me, Taylor, and the newly arrived Quinn, his contemplation of my words was drawn across his face. Finally with a scrunch of his eyebrows and tightening of his fists he answered me.
"This has got nothing to do with you Santana, so just stay out of it and go back to telling Brittany that everything that comes out of her mouth isn't as retarded as it sounds." Seeing a red wall of rage form behind my eyelids, Quinn quickly intercepted my lunging form, and to the surprise of almost all of us, a loud slap was heard from next to me. I caught Rachel out of the corner of my eye mid slap to Finn's face.
"You listen here Finn Hudson, you can be as upset and angry as you want with me, but do NOT and I repeat do NOT bring any of my friends into this, or I will give both Taylor and Santana full permission to beat the living hell out of you. What you just said about Brittany is completely inaccurate and uncalled for. If you would like to know the real truth behind why I needed to find my true self, than here it is: I'm a lesbian, and for a while you acted as a very nice beard, but after you tried to force me into sexual relations with you that day, I knew I wouldn't put up with it anymore. Taylor has helped me accept that it is okay to be open about my sexuality, and you will NOT ruin my happiness for me again. I won't let you. So get over your pathetic self, and leave us alone." Judging by the new layer of rage that settled itself upon Taylor's face, it was painfully obvious that Rachel had just divulged new information to everyone in the room.
"Wait a fucking minute. This son of a bitch giant tried to force you into sex? Meaning HE TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE YOU? Oh hell no Hudson, now we have a real problem you fucking prick." At this point she was seething with anger, and with her full body weight behind the punch, connected her fist with Finn's jaw sending him crashing into the floor. It took almost everything in Quinn and I to pull her off of him without getting hit with her now flailing punches, but finally we did it, and it was at that moment that Mr. Shue's dumbass decided to emerge from down the hall.