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Chapter 7: It's the Male Curse

Song: Tony Orlando & Dawn- Knock Three Times


Fifteen minutes later, the girls were trudging through the graveyard, heading back to the site of their séance earlier that evening. Santana began explaining why she called for a secret meeting.

"Remember I thought I saw somebody in the cemetery after the séance?" she asked. "Well… I think she came into my bedroom."

"Who?" Brittany asked curiously.

Santana hesitated for a second, "Dear Becky."

Rachel threw up her arms and rolled her eyes, "Give me a break!" she exclaimed. She looked around her at the headstones, the eerily lit angel statues, and the gentle fog rolling in. "This is a bad idea", she voiced, sounding worried. "This is DEFINITELY not a good idea…" her voice kept on getting higher the more frightened she got, as she worked herself up into a tizzy.

"Shut up Rachel, you're bugging the crap out of me right now" Quinn complained as she stepped around a large headstone as they neared the clearing.

Britt piped up "Ditto!"

All of a sudden Santana tripped, and all of the girls gasped in concern, "San!" they exclaimed. As their eyes adjusted to the situation before them, they gasped again- but this time in fear. Santana was sprawled across a headstone that had been knocked down, and cracked in half, straight down the middle. When Santana rose to brush herself off they were able to clearly read

Rest in Peace

Dear Becky

May 22, 1933 - June 10, 1945

"Holy Cow!" both of Quinn's hands covered each of her cheeks in shock as she couldn't contain her incredulity.

Brittany's eyes sparkled as she jumped up and down, "We did it! We actually did it!"

Rachel just stood there, eyes wide in dismay, staring at the broken stone in front of them.

Santana's eyes traveled from Quinn to Brittany to Rachel, and back again. "She's back" her undertone ominous, "and we brought her here".

Suddenly an owl which had been perched on the stone angel's shoulder, swooped down screeching a war cry at what must have been a field mouse, but all the girls hear was the sharp shriek that rang out towards them and they all instantly screamed in the panic of the moment and ran away as fast as they could.


The next day Quinn, Rachel and Brittany sat on the curb outside of the Lima Heights Adjacent Library happily licking away at the push pop ice creams they had just gotten from the convenience store while they were waiting for Santana to finish up in the library. Santana finally strode out the front door exiting the library.

"Nothing on Dear Becky", she announced as she sat down between Quinn and Rachel. Brittany handed her the push pop she had gotten for San while they were waiting, and Santana shot her a warm smile in thanks.

"Everything before 1948 was lost in the fire", she explained, "but Miss Emma says the Greenfield Library carries copies of all the county newspapers."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders, "Well that settles that".

Santana cocked her head towards Rachel, "What settles what?"

"We can't ride our bikes all the way to Greenfield", she says decidedly, savoring her ice cream. All the girls looked at her, until she looked up from her push pop and then back and forth at her three friends, "…can we?"


"No matter what you are, I will always be with you, doesn't matter what you do girl, oooh girl with you!" filtered over the radio suspended from the front of Brittany's bicycle. The girls were laughing and singing along, on their way to Greenfield, and even Rachel was having fun despite her initial reluctance.

All the girls were giggling and Britt put both her feet up on the handlebars of her bike.

Quinn rode her mother's old red bike; it was simple with a headlight on the front and a clamp for carrying things over her back tire. It was practical and straight to the point, just like Quinn. It was perfect for when she snuck out late to play softball with the boys, and she often left her old mitt strapped into the clamp over her rear wheel.

Rachel's bicycle had a white woven basket on front for when she would collect flowers for her dads for their dinner table. With matching pink and white streamers coming off the handles and a large silver bell, Rachel's bike couldn't fit her personality better.

As they rode under an overpass, a train went by drowning out the radio for a minute, but not their spirits as they continued goofing off on their journey to Greenfield.

"Look, no hands!" Brittany squealed in delight and Santana glanced over at her and laughed, smiling, at the look of joy plastered across Brittany's face.

Fields of green pastures passed them by, as they came upon a random general store on their way. Three old men wearing bow ties and suspenders lounged in lawn chairs around a makeshift table playing cards. Brittany giggled at their funny outfits and then squealed happily when she noticed an old hound dog lying near their feet. She jumped off her bicycle, letting it drop to the ground, and the other girls slowed to a stop, flicking out their kickstands and making their way over to a picnic bench out front. Santana went inside and bought them four colas from inside, and when she made her way back out, Brittany was seated at the picnic bench next to Quinn grinning mischievously.

"Truth or dare Quinn" she questioned.

Quinn rolled her eyes, readjusting her navy blue headband. "Truth", she sighed.

Brittany bounced with excitement; this was clearly the choice she was hoping for. "How big are your boobs now?" she asked looking down at Quinn's chest, and then back up again to meet hazel eyes staring at her in disapproval.

"Drop dead", Quinn retorted as Santana approached the table carrying the four glass bottles she had just purchased.

"She has to say, doesn't she San?" Britt whined.

Trying to be diplomatic, "She doesn't have to say if she doesn't want to" Santana responded as her eyes unintentionally flickered to Quinn's chest as well. Ironically even though Quinn was the biggest tomboy of the bunch, she seemed to go through puberty faster than the other girls, and Brittany hadn't been the only one to notice the change in Quinn's chest. Santana realized she was staring at her friend and embarrassed, she pulled her eyes upwards.

"Well then can we see them?" Brittany's voice startled Santana out of her thoughts.

"No you cannot see them!" Quinn said indignantly.

Rachel interjected, "Weirdo!"

Brittany sighed. "I don't have any real ones yet", she lamented.

Quinn side-eyed her, and took pity on the sad face that had crawled onto Brittany's face. "Well you'll get them… and you'll hate them."

"No you're lucky Quinn" Brittany explained, "I love them when they're big! Look at how big mine are today", she said proudly, smoothing down her shirt and sitting up straight. She pushed her chest out and turned from side to side so the other girls could observe.

Santana raised her eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully, "Wow they almost look real."

Brittany laughed and reached into her flowery, blue and yellow blouse and pulled out a balloon.

Quinn, Santana and Rachel stared at it in amazement.

"It's filled with pudding", she informed them.

Santana eyes widened in surprise. "Pudding" she repeated disbelievingly.

Brittany smirked and chuckled, "The Wormers actually gave me the idea." She handed the balloon over to San sitting opposite her, who squeezed it, still in amazement, and then chuckled herself.

"Jello is too jiggly… pudding has a heavier, more realistic texture" she explained as she gestured with her hands in front of her chest to add emphasis.

As they passed around the balloon, each girl testing it out, Brittany began her game again.

"Rachel, truth or dare."

Now it was Rachel's turn to sigh. "Truth", she groaned.

That mischievous look took over Brittany's face again. "Have you ever been French kissed?" she asked with one eyebrow raised in challenging amusement.

Next to her Quinn looked over at Britt in shock.

Rachel gasped, "Are you kidding? I don't want to get pregnant!"

Quinn turned her eyes from Brittany towards Rachel and shot back with an amused tone, "You can't get pregnant from kissing".

Rachel rolled her eyes and resigned herself to explaining. "I know that beetle brain. But it's common knowledge that if you tongue kiss a boy, he automatically thinks you'll do the deed with him." At this Santana, Quinn, and Brittany shared a knowing glance at each other as Rachel continued. "They can't help it, they're driven. It's the male curse."

Brittany looked at Quinn, and then turned toward Santana raising her eyebrows conspiratorially sharing an unspoken message with San, who knows exactly what Britt's communicating and Santana says innocently, "And uh, what deed would that be?" attempting to goad Rachel into explaining, knowing that it would be hilarious.

Rachel looks at them uneasily. "You know…" she says hesitantly, "…planting the seed and watering the flower."

The other girls try to suppress their amusement, not succeeding very well and Brittany choked on her cola.

Rachel looks at them, annoyed by this response, and starts speaking more determined. "Isn't that how it works? The man takes his watering can and sprinkles it on the flower..."

Before she can continue Quinn and Brittany bust out laughing. Santana opens her eyes wide and takes a drink of her coke in amused shock, trying to suppress her "oh wow" face. Laughter drowns out Rachel's protests, and the girls' spirits are lifted even higher than before. This adventure to Greenfield had been a great idea.