Part 2, it's kind of lengthy but I hope you like it.
I don't on Glee... I'm sure that's been established.
Rachel didn't receive any other messages from Quinn, but she did get a request from her to be friends with on Facebook and that was enough to make Rachel squeal with joy again. Progress was definitely happening.
The brunette arrived at school at the same time as usual and headed to morning Cheerio practice. It was fairly easy compared to the afternoon practices and soon they all headed to the locker rooms. The diva waited until everyone was done showering and then she showered. She knew she shouldn't be ashamed of her body, but when she compared herself to the other girls, she just couldn't help it. Her day was completely normal and it seemed like everyone listened to what Puck had said the other day because everyone seemed to have backed off. She spent her day stealing glances at Quinn, (who had stolen glances at Rachel too, but she didn't know that) and soon it was time for glee again.
The diva went and sat in the back this time and soon Puck followed and sat next to her wrapping his arm around her. Rachel smiled at him and looked straight ahead where the rest of the kids were piling in. Brittany sat next to Puck while Santana sat in the front next to Artie.
"She still not talking to you?" Puck asked.
"No," Brittany pouted.
Rachel leaned over and placed her hand on Brittany's knee. "She will soon, okay? Don't worry about it."
Brittany nodded and smiled briefly before turning her attention to the front of the classroom. Rachel noticed Mr. Shue, Ms. Pillsbury and a very attractive man talking to each other in the front of the classroom.
"Guys, this is Carl. He's a dentist and he's here to talk to you about dental hygiene," Mr. Shue said.
Carl, Rachel assumed, began speaking, "Alright, so here's the deal. You chew this little capsule." He shows the kids a tiny blue capsule and continues, "Now if there's any plaque you missed, the dye will stick to it and turn your teeth blue."
Santana raises her hand and smirks. "Can I just say that you are the hottest dentist I've ever seen?"
Carl smiled, "I get that all the time."
Santana crossed her arms over her chest, smirk still in place. "No, like, seriously, you can totally drill me whenever-"
"Santana!" Ms. Pillsbury yelled out. "Okay, let's stay focused."
Brittany tapped Santana with her foot and smiled when the Latina turned around. And just like that Santana smiled back at Brittany and winked at her. Rachel noticed the interaction and nudged Puck with her shoulder. He looked over and grinned at the diva.
"Rock n' roll, Emms. And besides, this guy, now this guy's pretty easy on the eyes too, huh? And you know what? No matter how hard I tried, I bet I couldn't sing and dance like him." Carl goes over and claps Mr. Shue's shoulder.
"Uh, probably not," Mr. Shue stated smugly.
"All right, let's take a look at those chompers, huh?" Carl said.
Kurt raised his hand, "Before we chew, I would just like to alert Mr. Shue that there's been a new addition to the Britney Spears Facebook campaign."
Mr. Shue sighed, "Sorry. The answer's still no. Capsules, guys."
Kurt rolled his eyes while everyone began chewing their capsules.
"Yes, chew away. Chew, chew," Ms. Pillsbury smiles.
Everyone smiles and they all seem to be fine. Rachel was too involved in Quinn's beautiful smile to notice that everyone was gawking at her until Kurt gasped. "Oh, my God!"
"What?" Rachel asked. She quickly pulled out a hand mirror and yelled,"Ah!" She covered her mouth, embarrassed.
Puck nudged her with his shoulder and whispered, "It's okay, babe."
"I don't understand. I floss between classes," Rachel stated.
"Well, sometimes it's genetics," Dr. Carl said.
Artie smiled awkwardly, "I think I might be better at brushing and flossing if I could see myself in the mirror."
Santana smiled, "There you go, blue tooth."
"I don't brush my teeth. I rinse my mouth out with soda after I eat. I was pretty sure Dr.
Pepper was a dentist," Brittany stated.
"I got this, Em," Carl said. He walked over and sat next to Brittany. "With some deep bleaching or scaling, you'll be as good as new. Alright, open up." Brittany smiled and Carl said, "Now, close. Close again."
Everyone looked at him while he sent a wink to Ms. Pillsbury who in turn giggled like a school girl. Santana rolled her eyes and before she could say anything the bell rang signaling the end of glee club. Everyone left the choir room, but Rachel stayed behind with Brittany as she was going to accompany Brittany to the dentist. They arrived at Dr. Carl's office and soon Brittany was called in. Rachel's appointment wasn't until later in the week.
Brittany walked into the room, checking her surroundings and sat in the examining chair. "This room looks like the one on that spaceship where I got probed."
Carl had his back turned to Brittany staring at a monitor. "So, Brittany, you, uh, you have the the worst teeth I've ever seen. You have cavities in every single tooth. This has got to be some sort of record."
Brittany was getting worried. She knew she probably should've brushed her teeth, but she just got so caught up in doing other things that ultimately she forgot. "Please don't pull all my teeth. My smile will look like an adult baby but with boobs."
"Alright, I'm going to put you under with a little general anesthesia. You won't feel a thing."
"Like roofies?"
Carl was confused, but he smiled kindly anyway. "Yeah, totally. I'll put on Pandora and you just relax." He reached over and placed the mask over Brittany's face.
"Mmm... Britney," Brittany mumbled before she passed out.
Brittany woke to Dr. Carl's voice. "Alright, you're going to feel a little nauseous."
"I petted a snake," Brittany commented droopily. She was just thinking about the amazing Britney fantasy she just had. She couldn't wait to tell Rachel all about it.
"Mmm, rock on," Carl smiled. "I'm going to have to see you tomorrow. You have 68 cavities. I couldn't get 'em all today."
"Can I have a blue toothbrush?" Brittany asked loopily.
"I'll give you a hundred toothbrushes."
"Okay… Are you a cat?"
"No…" Dr. Carl stated.
Rachel walked in and grabbed Brittany's hand. "Hi Rachy!"
"Hey Britt. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. I have to tell you all about this fantasy I had! It was totes awesome!"
"Okay Brittany, can't wait to hear it," Rachel smiled. "Is she okay to go Dr. Carl?"
"Yeah just make sure she eats and drinks plenty of water so she doesn't pass out. Other than that she's free to go."
"Thank you, I'll see you later Doctor."
The girls walked out of the office, heading towards Rachel's car. On the drive to Brittany's house, the blonde told Rachel all about her Slave 4 U fantasy she had and how she danced like a real professional. But the most amazing part was petting the long yellow boa. It made Brittany really want to become a professional dancer and live the glamorous life that comes with performing.
Rachel supported her dream of becoming a professional dancer, claiming that Brittany was a complete natural and that achieving her dream wouldn't be so hard for someone so talented. Brittany was completely flattered to say the least and said the diva would make it on Broadway too.
The brunette dropped off Brittany with a huge smile on her face and thanked her for believing in her as well. She then headed home with another day done.
The next day Rachel walked down the hallway with Puck discussing the various reasons why Super Mario Bros. is one of the best video games ever, when Santana and Brittany came walking by.
"Hey dwarf, anyone ever tell you that you dress like one of the bait girls on To Catch a Predator?" Santana smirked.
"I'm wearing a Cheerios uniform, just like you. You're snarky remark is invalid Satan," Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Also, San said to tell you that I'm more talented than you," Brittany chirped up.
"Britt! You weren't supposed to tell them that!"
"I'm sorry Sanny," Brittany gave her her best pout.
Santana sighed. "It's okay Britt Britt. Just don't do it again okay?"
"Okay," Brittany smiled.
Rachel and Puck just looked at the whole interaction with knowing smirks.
"What are you smirking at dwarf and dwarf's bitch?" Santana scowled.
"Nothing," Rachel bit her lip to stop herself from giggling, while Puck just rolled his eyes and kept on smirking.
"C'mon San, we're gonna be late to the dentist and then all the little elves living in my mouth won't have a place to live anymore."
"Okay... Let's go."
The two girls left a very amused Rachel and Puck struggling to keep their smug smirks to themselves. With a last scowl sent in their direction Santana and Brittany headed to the parking lot, going to Dr. Carl's office.
They arrived shortly and were lead into the examining room. Dr. Carl came in a few minutes later and looked at the computer monitor where Santana's charts were displayed. "So, Santana, I'm looking at your charts and your X-rays. Your teeth are perfect."
"That's right," Santana stated smugly, inspecting her nails.
"Well, I can't just put you under. Anesthesia isn't something to joke about. It's serious."
"Okay, listen, my dad's a doctor. And not a 'tooth doctor' a real one. He, like, went to college or something, which means I have a killer health care plan that pretty much pays for everything," Santana glared at the doctor. "So get up in my grill, cause Britts and I wants to get our anesthesia on."
Brittany nodded her head. "It's totally cool."
Carl sighed, "Okay, I guess I can give you super strong bleaching?"
Santana smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. "Hmm."
"Should I turn the radio on?"
Both girls looked at each and said in unison, "We've got it covered."
They both put earbuds in while Carl sedated them. They woke up a while later both giggling at the combined Britney fantasy they had. Carl let them know they were okay to go and since Santana didn't really want to go back to school just yet, seeing as it was almost over anyway, decided to go to lunch with Brittany. They went to breadsticks and Santana smirked at the nervous waitress that came to attend them.
"Hello, may I take your order?"
"Yes, Britts and I would like some spaghetti, with lots of meatballs for Brittany here."
The waitress furiously scribbled down the order with Santana's specific details, knowing that this was an order she couldn't mess up on the risk of being fired.
"Also, keep the breadsticks coming. If i so much as run out, I will talk to your manager about how unsatisfactory your service was," Santana glared at the waitress with a look that screamed I'm dead serious.
"O-Okay. I'll be back with your orders soon," The waitress stuttered out, rushing off.
Brittany smiled at Santana. "Thanks for bringing me San."
"No problem Britt, that's what friends are for, right?"
Brittany's smile faltered, "Right.. Friends…"
How could Santana not see that Brittany wanted to be more than friends with her? I mean, they've already had sex with each other for crying out loud! Brittany just wished Santana could stop being so afraid of what would happen if she were to come out and just be with her. She would even take being with Santana in secret if that meant that Santana would be hers and only hers, not that open relationship crap. The blonde sighed and entered a meaningless conversation about the Cheerios, school ,and Glee Club with Santana until it was time to head to school for Glee.
They arrived and took their seats in the middle row next to each other. Everyone else was already there and Mr. Shue was droning on about some singer or something. Brittany wasn't really interested. She looked over and Rachel mouthed 'How was it?'. She smiled and mouthed back 'I'll tell you later'. Brittany decided to stop Mr. Shue's annoying rambling and raised her hand.
"-making Christopher Cross a Golden Globe, Oscar, and five-time Grammy Award winner," Mr. Shue turned around and noticed Brittany's hand raised. "Brittany?"
Brittany lowered her hand and released a breath before putting her game face on. This would be fun. "I would just like to say that from now on, I demand to have every solo in Glee Club."
"What?" Mr. Shue asked, thinking he heard incorrectly.
"When I had my teeth cleaned, I had the most amazing Britney Spears fantasy. I sang and danced better than her. Now I realize what a powerful woman I truly am."
Santana nodded her head. "I went with her, and I had a Britney fantasy, too. Although now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not really sure how our fantasies combined," Santana's eyebrows furrowed. "That doesn't make any sense."
Kurt took this opportunity to make Mr. Shue finally realize that they should be doing Britney. "See, Mr. Shue? I told you. Britney Spears busted our Britt out of her everyday, fragmented haze of confusion and gave her the confidence to step up and perform."
Brittany smirked at Rachel. "I'm more talented than all of you. I see that clearly now. It's Brittany… Bitch."
"Guys, we're not doing Britney Spears, and that's that," Mr. Shue said exasperatedly.
"Mr. Shue, you're letting your own personal issues get in the way of something that we are all telling you we really want to do. I mean, this club regularly pays tribute to pop culture, and Britney Spears is pop culture! To suggest otherwise is heretical!" Kurt huffed out.
"Kurt, I'm done talking about this!"
"Geez! Let loose a little, would you?! Stop being so frickin' uptight all the time!" Kurt yelled out crossing his arms over his chest.
"Kurt, I'll see you in the Principal's office," Mr. Shue stated gravely.
Everyone looked at Kurt with their mouths gaped open, clearly in shock. Wow, Kurt has some balls, Brittany thought. Well, someone had to put Mr. Shue in his place. Seriously who cares about that Christopher guy? Santana nudged Brittany with her elbow as Mr. Shue and Kurt walked out.
"Do you think he'll get in trouble?" Santana whispered.
"No, Figgins will probably just let him off with a warning."
Santana nodded her head and began packing her things. "Well, I guess we should just head out since Mr. Shue won't be back anytime soon."
The other gleeks, and Brittany, all nodded their heads in agreement and began packing their things.
"C'mon Britt Britt," Santana held out her pinky for Brittany.
Brittany smiled and linked her pinky with hers. "Okay let's go. See you at practice Rachy!" Brittany waved goodbye.
Maybe things would start looking up from now on.
Meanwhile, Rachel stood up and headed towards Quinn. "Hey Quinn, do you mind if I speak to you?"
"What is it Berry?" Quinn asked, without looking in her direction.
"Well, I was actually wondering if we could speak in private as it is an important matter."
Quinn sighed and looked at Rachel right in the eyes. The diva could feel her face heat up and her heart beat faster than was normal. Quinn nodded and eyed Finn, "Finn, I'll be speaking to Berry now. You can go to football practice."
"Are you sure?" Finn asked, looking at Rachel suspiciously. He too had heard the rumor that Rachel, Puck and, Brittany were involved in some sort of sexual relationship and although he didn't believe it, he wasn't about to let Quinn be brainwashed into joining their little group.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Finn nodded and went to kiss Quinn. Rachel glared at the stupid oaf of a boy for kissing her girl, until he disappeared out of the choir room. Rachel looked back and noticed Quinn staring at her curiously before standing up and walking out as well, with the diva in tow.
"Speak Berry, I don't have all day."
"I was wondering what you thought if I were to suggest to Coach Sylvester to use Britney Spears's music as part of our routine. I know it would make people more interested in our routines if we used a more musically relevant artist and that's what we need, don't we? More supporters to pay for more things that we don't need, but still buy anyway," Rachel took a deep breath. "So do you think I should ask her?"
Quinn stopped and looked Rachel right in the eyes. The diva held her breath ready to be shot down and be told that her idea was stupid, but what Quinn actually said shocked her.
"I think you have a point Berry. It would definitely make our routines more interesting. Go ahead and run it by Coach Sylvester. I'm sure she'll take it into consideration," Quinn smiled and Rachel wasn't sure if she should smile back or be scared that Quinn was smiling at her. "Oh, and thank you for passing it by me before just telling Coach yourself."
Rachel was baffled. Quinn was being nice to her and actually said she had a point? The diva just nodded dumbly in Quinn's direction before mumbling something that sounded like 'I'll see you later' and headed to Coach Sylvester's office. She quickly shook her head to clear her brain of thoughts about Quinn, took a deep breath, and headed into the office.
Sue removed her glasses and closed what appeared to be a journal. "Well, if it isn't the dwarf that seemed to escape off my lawn," Sue smirked. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, Coach I was actually wondering if you could do me a favor."
"Depends what it is." Sue eyed Rachel suspiciously.
The brunette gulped. "I-I was j-just thinking that maybe we should add a Britney Spears song to our Cheerios routine. I-If you think that would be prudent, of course."
Again, Rachel was waiting to be told no and be on her way, but Sue didn't say anything for a while. She just eyed Rachel and the diva was sure she was about to combust from uncertainty.
"Okay," Sue said simply.
"O-Okay?" Rachel asked confusedly.
"Yes, Berry. We'll include a Britney song. What did you have in mind?"
Rachel smiled her biggest smile yet and giggled internally. "I was thinking we could do Hit Me One More Time? It's a Britney classic, if I do say so myself, and I could even come in costume tomorrow to raise awareness for supporters to come see us perform at Nationals, when we get there of course."
Sue pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Fine, but nothing too scandalous. I cannot have any of my Cheerios not wear their uniforms only to dress like cheap prostitutes. I will not tolerate that humiliation."
Rachel nodded her head quickly and squealed. She ran over to hug Coach and she received a pat on the back. "Alright, Alright! Get on the field before I make you run extra laps."
"Actually I have a dentist appointment, but I'll run extra laps tomorrow for missing practice today."
Sue stared at Rachel and nodded her approval to which the diva waved goodbye and headed to Dr. Carl's office. Coach Sylvester isn't as bad as people make her seem. She checked herself in and read her Britney Spear's book she brought in with her.
Mr. Shue stepped out and payed the receptionist. "Hey, Rachel."
Rachel looked up and smiled. "Hey, Mr. Shue."
"You all set? You need me to stay with you or anything?"
"No, I've been taking herbal anti-anxiety pills and reading The Unauthorized Biography of Britney Spears to stay calm, I look forward to the day the paparazzi provokes me and I attack them," She nodded and showed Mr. Shue the book. "Are you okay? Did you have a cavity or something? Is that candy?"
"I'm fine," Mr. Shue smiled and handed her a candy. "Good luck."
The diva was called in and it felt like just a second had passed before she was woken up by Carl. "Rachel? Rachel, wake up. You Glee kids are impossible to work on. You're always moving around when you're under."
Rachel opened her eyes droopily and said, "Is this real life?"
Carl just smiled, already used to the random comments spilled out of his patients mouths, and said she was free to go. Rachel nodded and walked out. Puck was there waiting for her and she smiled, grateful that he actually showed up because she was afraid she'd crash her car. "Hello Noah."
"Hey babe, ready to go?"
"Yeah… Wanna hear about my awesome Britney Spears fantasy?"
Puck chuckled at the way Rachel's words were kind of slurring together. "Sure, let's get you home."
Puck drove them home in his car, saying that he'd take Rachel's car later. He listened to the diva's fantasy and he wondered if he would have one too if he went to the dentist. He shook it off though because even though Britney Spears was a mega hot milf, he didn't think he could pull off singing one of her songs, even in his subconscious. He dropped off Rachel, but since her dad's weren't home, he had to drag her all the way upstairs and lay her on her bed. The brunette smiled up at him and kissed his cheek in thanks. Puck watched Rachel doze off and thought it was sort of creepy to keep staring at her as she was sleeping, so he walked out of her house, making sure to lock the door.
He smiled all the way home, thinking how cute Rachel was and how amazing it was that they were dating. Even if it wasn't real. Puck hadn't actually even hit on another girl or even thought of another girl since he began this thing with Rachel. He didn't think anything of it and just passed it off as something any friend would do. In the back off his mind, he knew that this feeling was dangerous and he shouldn't even be feeling anything for Rachel. His phone beeped and he quickly opened the message.
Rachel:
Thank you for bringing my car back Noah. And for dealing with my loopy self :) See you tomorrow babe ;)
Puck smiled and sent a message back as he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about a gorgeous brunette.
Puckster:
No problem babe. I'll always be there for you.
Rachel checked herself in the mirror one last time. She had to admit that she definitely looked pretty hot and she was sure she would turn some heads today. She was afraid of showing so much skin, but being in the Cheerios and prepping all summer for it really made her core look amazing. Smiling once more at her reflection she headed to her car and made her way to school.
As she was walking down the hallway to her locker, Finn approached her. "Hey, take my hoodie. You look cold."
Rachel smiled and refused to take his sweater. She realized how many people were openly leering and looking at her with lustful stares. She smirked smugly. "It's okay. Wait, you mean you don't like my new look?"
"Don't you think it's a bit much? I mean, I think that guy just broke up with his girlfriend just so he could stare at you," Finn whined.
"I'm just doing something for the Cheerios and this is what my new wardrobe looks like anyway. Besides, it's not like when I went all sad clown hooker and put on that ridiculous Grease cat suit. This is just like my regular look with the volume turned up."
Puck approached Rachel and smirked. "Woah babe, you look smoking!"
Rachel smiled and held hands with Puck just as Azimo walked by with Karofsky, "Ooh, baby, you can hit me as many times as you want as long as you got that on."
"How come all the gay guys always get the hottest chicks?" Karofsky asked Azimo, but quickly walked away at the glare that Puck threw his way.
Finn huffed. "You see what I'm talking about? They're personifying you."
Rachel corrected Finn, "Objectifying."
"Whatever!"
"Hey man, back off! Why do you even care so much anyway, she's my girlfriend so stop telling her what she can and can't wear," Puck spit out.
Finn glared at Puck slightly before walking away in a rage, shoving a gawking boy into a locker.
Rachel sighed and smiled at Puck, "Thank you Noah. Finn is such an idiot sometimes. I honestly don't know what I used to see in him."
"You saw Quinn," Puck stated smugly.
The diva huffed and slapped Puck on the shoulder before walking away to her locker. Puck stared intensely after her until Jacob Ben Israel decided to get in his personal space.
"What do you want for her? I'll give you anything. I'll give you my house. I'll kill my parents and I'll give you my house," He practically shouted.
"Back off loser before I toss you in a dumpster!"
Puck walked away, shaking his head, but not before he heard the unmistakable voice of Jacob saying, "Wanky, wanky!"
Alright, that dweebs' definitely on my list now.
He walked into Glee and sat next to Rachel.
Santana finished applying makeup and looked at Rachel. "Well, Rachel, congratulations.
Normally, you dress like the fantasy of a perverted Japanese businessman with a very dark, specific fetish, but I actually dig this look. Yay."
Rachel smiled and twirled a braid. "Thank you."
Kurt stood up and addressed Mr. Shue. "I think what Santana is trying to say, Rachel, though I risk expulsion by saying so, is that it seems Britney Spears has really helped you blossom. That's all." He sat back down and crossed his arms.
"Wait. Rachel, is that true? I mean, you are sort of dressing differently." Mr. Shue asked.
Artie looked at the diva and said, "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy."
"Hey!" Puck glares at the boy and Artie looks away embarrassed.
"Look, all I know is that I had a very vivid Britney Spears fantasy at the dentist, and since then, it's made me feel free to get out of my own way. I think I've just always been afraid to dress like a pretty girl because I've never really felt like one before," Rachel turns around and looks at Quinn who was avoiding staring at the diva. "Now I realize it's okay to feel that way about yourself every now and again. And maybe it's a good thing."
Brittany nodded. "It's such a good thing. I can't believe it." She winked at Rachel.
"William, a word," Sue demands.
Mr. Shue nods and dismisses everyone. Rachel kisses Puck on the cheek goodbye before she quickly runs to catch up to Quinn. "Quinn, hey. Wait up."
Quinn stops and slowly turns around to look at Rachel. She leers openly at Rachel's amazing, tan legs. Quinn looks up higher, at the exposed toned stomach and up to those… Things, that she wasn't supposed to stare at. She finally reached Rachel's eyes and gulped. "What Berry?"
Rachel shuddered at Quinn's obvious leering, but she then smirked. "Oh, I was wondering if you'd like to help coordinate a dance for the Britney song in our routine. I have it basically figured out, but I was hoping to get your feedback on it. I've already settled it with Coach and she insists that we work on it instead of going to practice."
"S-Sure," Quinn breathed out.
"Okay, let's go then."
Rachel grabbed onto Quinn's hand and squealed internally when Quinn didn't retract her hand. She lead Quinn into the gym, where a boombox was already set up. The diva smiled and sat Quinn down on the bleachers. She walked towards the center and looked up at Quinn. "Okay I'm just going to start and let me know what you think."
Quinn nodded and sat staring at Rachel's legs. It was bad enough seeing her in the Cheerios skirt, but this was just torture.
"Quinn? Quinn!"
"Huh?"
"I said if you could push play on the boom box please?"
"Yeah, n-no problem," Quinn stuttered out.
Rachel giggled as the music began to play. Quinn stared intently at the diva as she danced around to Britney's Hit Me One More Time. She could feel herself blush and she tried really hard to look indifferent, but that was hard when you had a very hot looking Rachel Berry dancing around like her life depended on it. By the time the diva finished, Quinn was very aroused. Her panties clinged uncomfortably to her skin and she just had to get out of there.. Fast!
"So what'd you think?" Rachel asked out of breath.
Quinn stood up abruptly and practically ran out, shouting, "Yeah it was good. Later Berry!"
Rachel was left dumbfounded in the gym while Quinn ran to the Cheerios locker room, giving herself a really cold shower. What was happening to her? Ever since the party, Quinn couldn't help but be drawn to the brunette more often. She was getting angry at other people for even looking in Rachel's direction, but Quinn just passed it off as being angry that they weren't paying attention to her.
Okay… What does this mean? It's not like I like Rachel. She's just being really, annoyingly… Umm… She's being something damn it! And I'm not gay. Sure, I make out with girls from time to time, but that's just the alcohol working in my system. It's not my conscious decision, obviously. I'm one hundred percent straight, I mean I freaking got pregnant last year! If that's not evidence to prove my straightness then I don't know what is. Ugh, why am I even thinking like this? I'll just avoid her like the plague and then this… whatever this is, will just go away. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
Quinn stepped out of the shower, shuddering from the cold. She nodded her head, quickly changed back into her uniform, with new panties of course, and went on with her day as if nothing happened. Avoiding Rachel was harder than she thought, seeing as they shared a lot of classes together.
Damn Rachel Berry.
Rachel looked for Quinn all over the place and when she finally found her, Quinn all but avoided her, even pushing some kids out of her way in her haste to get away from Rachel. The diva didn't understand what was going on, but she knew that she couldn't avoid her in Glee.
The brunette was stopped by Jacob Ben Israel and his stupid camera pointed in her face.
"Jacob Ben Israel here with our new found popular Cheerio and love of my life, Rachel Berry. Rachel, care to comment on the massive party you threw with Noah Puckerman, that led to your massive skyrocket into popularity-dom? Or would you like to comment that more than 70 percent of the boy population at McKinley have admitted on my blog that you have never looked hotter than in that Britney Spears outfit?"
Rachel smiled, never one to turn down an audience that she knew Jacob had. "Well, Noah and I decided that a party was best to celebrate becoming a Cheerio. Thank all you, pervy boys, for openly leering at me and voting on Jacob's blog about how hot I look today. I'd be careful around Noah though, wouldn't want any of you to get hurt," Jacob gulped and Rachel smiled wider. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have Glee practice to get to."
She quickly scurried away from the boy that was known as Jewfro and headed to the choir room, sitting in the front, right in Quinn's line of view. The brunette would question Quinn after Glee practice to see where she went to after she finished her dance. Of course she had seen in her in their shared classes, but they never talked there anyway.
"I was pretty sure Artie's legs don't work," Quinn stated, making the diva's head turn to look at the beauty that was Quinn Fabray.
"Did you get a leg transplant?" Brittany asked.
"Nope. My teammates can push my chair like a battering ram," Artie said matter-of-factly.
Finn nodded. "Yeah, there's no rules against it. We checked."
"And I have Britney Spears to thank," Artie stated.
Brittany smiled, "You're welcome."
"Britney plus nitrous gave me an amazing idea, and it gave me the nerve to tell Coach Beiste that Finn and I both really want to be on the team."
"Wait. You're back on the football team?" Quinn asked.
Finn smiled, "Yeah."
Santana smirked, "Suddenly, you're way hotter to me. Weird."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the Latina's antics. "That's great Finn!" She hugged Finn and passionately placed a kiss upon his lips.
Rachel looked away, pouting slightly and Puck decided to stop the horrible sight that was Finn Hudson kissing, or trying to kiss, Quinn Fabray."Wait. I don't get it. How come everyone's having Britney Spears fantasies?"
Brittany spoke up, "The nitrous oxide dentists use is a mild hallucinogen. Studies have proven that it induces vivid dreams, often the last thing the patient thinks of. The subconscious moves to the forefront. Since we've all been thinking so much about Britney, it only stands to reason."
The whole group stared at Brittany with their eyes wide and their mouths hanging open. Only Puck and Rachel knew better.
Brittany rolled her eyes, "I mean, like, that's what Lord Tubbington says anyway. Cats are very smart."
Everyone seemed to eat that up and they began speaking in their own groups, until Mr. Shuester arrived. "Okay, guys, listen up."
"Mr. Shue, if I may?" Kurt raised his hand.
"Kurt, I overheard what you guys were just talking about, and I know what you're going to say. The answer is no. No, I'm not going to stand in the way anymore. If you guys want to do Britney at this year's homecoming assembly, I'm fine with it," Mr. Shuester smiled as everyone cheered and whooped. "I know. Oh, and more than that, I am going to perform with you!"
All the cheering stopped and everyone just stared awkwardly at Mr. Shue. He was laughing like a maniac and began telling everyone that they were going to start practicing the song and dance routine, as the assembly was tomorrow.
Rachel rolled her eyes. Mr. Shue always has poor timing. How does he expect us to be nearly ready enough to perform tomorrow? Well, we managed to win sectionals the day of the competition by winging it, so I guess we'll be fine. Why won't Quinn look at me? The diva pouted as she and Brittany were given the main solo of the song they would perform. Toxic was a good song and she felt pretty sexy dancing around as Brittany helped her.
As they all got the dancing down, even Finn, although it took Brittany and Mike forever to teach him, they were finally all dismissed by Mr. Shue. Puck walked over to Rachel, picked her up, and began twirling her around. Rachel squealed in delight and laughed while saying, "Noah put me down!"
Puck chuckled and twirled the brunette once more before setting her down. "You were all kinds of sexy right now my Jewish American Princess. Quinn had her eyes all over you and so did Finn… But after I knock some sense into him he won't. He's my best friend, but I'm a badass and I have to keep my rep and deliver my message." Puck slammed his fist into his hand.
Rachel giggled, "Oh, Noah, everyone knows you're such a sweetheart! You can stop pretending you know?" Rachel narrowed her eyes in Finn's direction,"Although, I wouldn't mind you roughing him up a little. Especially after kissing Quinn like that."
"And Jewfro too," Puck mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Rachel narrowed her eyes at Puck, but shrugged her shoulder and began packing her things. "I have to speak to Quinn, she's been avoiding me all day."
"Yeah, I could tell. What happened?"
"Well, I was just showing her the dance I had come up with and after I was done she just stood up so quickly and left. I've never seen anyone run away so fast."
Puck grinned, "Oh… I have an idea as to why she might've done that. But you need to speak to her, okay babe?"
"Noah! Why won't you tell me?" Rachel pouted.
"Can't babe, these are things you have to figure out yourself. That's just how life works," Puck winked.
"I hate you," Rachel whined.
"You love me," Puck countered.
"Yeah, I do actually," Rachel smiled. "You're a really great friend Noah."
Puck ignored the fast beating of his heart, as his smile faltered slightly at the word friend. Of course, that's what this was.
"You're not so bad yourself," Puck looked up towards the door. "Quick babe, you better hurry or Quinn's gonna leave." He pointed at the door.
Rachel gasped, "See you tomorrow Noah!" She looked around the room and noticed that other people were around so she kissed Puck chastely on the lips and hurried out the door, chasing Quinn.
Puck sighed. He seriously needed to get a grip on his emotions and control himself. He picked up his things and headed out the door, wanting to just go home and erase all these feelings. Emotions were for pussy's and he wasn't one. He was a freaking badass! Maybe playing a whole 10 rounds of call of duty would clear his mind.
He really hoped so.
Rachel tried to follow Quinn out as quickly as she could, but as soon as the diva stepped out of the parking lot Quinn was gone. The brunette huffed. Why couldn't she have a normal conversation with Quinn without something weird happening? At least they didn't fight like all those other times, so that was a plus… Right?
The diva grudgingly made her way to her car and hopped in. She fumbled with the radio for a bit, but before she drove off, she noticed that Puck looked a bit down. She didn't understand why, but as the good friend she was she decided to find out and maybe cheer him up a bit. She knew that Puck didn't do emotions so well, so she would just text him and see what was up.
She drove home and trudged up the staircase, getting ready to do her nightly routine. She grabbed her phone and sent two messages out. One to Puck and one to Quinn.
Rachel:
Hey Noah, are you okay? I noticed you were a bit sad when I left from the parking lot. Do you maybe want to tell me what's wrong? It's fine if you don't, just know I'm here for you.
Rachel:
Quinn, I just wanted to know what I did for you to be avoiding me? Granted, we never really speak, but I thought now that I've become a Cheerio we'd at least found some common ground. Let me know what I did and I'll try to fix it. That's all.
Rachel released a breath and went to commence her routine. When she was done, she jumped into her bed and grabbed her phone. She'd received replies from both of them.
Noah:
It's nothing Puckasaurus can't fix on his own. Thanks for asking though. See you tomorrow babe.
Rachel furrowed her eyebrow. Well, maybe Noah was just really tired and didn't want to speak to anyone right now. She huffed and replied.
Rachel:
Okay… Goodnight Noah, I love you :) See you tomorrow
Rachel scrolled down and looked at her next message. Her heart rate sped up a little and her hands started sweating. Oh, for crying out loud! I haven't even read the message yet!
Quinn:
Look Berry, not the whole world revolves around you okay? I wasn't avoiding you on purpose, if that's what you're implying. Sometimes it just seems that way. Just because you're a Cheerio doesn't mean I have to like you. But have become slightly bearable… Don't ruin it. TTYL
Rachel didn't know how to reply to that so she just shook her head and fell into her bed. She should've known that Quinn had better things to do than to pretend to avoid her. As sleep began to take over her phone beeped, but she was too far gone to read it.
Noah:
Love you too…
The assembly was starting in less than ten minutes and Rachel stood backstage next to Noah and Brittany. She was feeling slightly nervous, but she knew it was just the excitement of being in front of a crowd again. She looked through the curtain and rolled her eyes when she spotted Mr. Shue obviously flirting with Ms. Pillsbury.
"Mr. Shue still trying to get it in?" Puck asked.
"Noah! Must you be so crass?" Rachel reprimanded.
"Babe, why do you act so surprised?"
Rachel smiled and hugged Puck instead. "Are you guys ready?"
"Yes."
"Hell yeah!"
Mr. Shue strolled backstage and grinned at them. "Come one guys, get in position! We're on in a minute."
As everyone went to their spots, Rachel noticed Finn kissing Quinn hard. She frowned and shook her head. Head in the game Rachel, no distractions!
Puck noticed Rachel's sad expression and looked over to Quinn, the only person who could actually make Rachel sad. He frowned at what he saw and thought, Well, two can play at that game, before he reached over and kissed Rachel passionately. At first she didn't kiss back and Puck wasn't sure if it was because of him or because of the shock of the kiss. She started kissing back and he smiled into the kiss, pulling back. "Break a leg babe, you're gonna be amazing."
Rachel smiled, but before she could say anything the music to Toxic began playing and Puck ran off to his spot.
The assembly went by amazing, even if Jacob practically started a riot when he grabbed the butt of some boy thinking he was a girl. Seeing Jacob get punched really was the icing on the cake. When Noah wasn't around, Rachel was congratulated on her sexy as hell performance. She was completely flattered in the beginning, but after half of the day passed by she was starting to get slightly annoyed.
Quinn, on the hand, was seeing Rachel receive this attention from boys, as well as some girls on the Cheerios who would be running extra laps today. She was absolutely seething by the time of the end of the day rolled around and she was on the field making those Cheerios who flirted with Rachel pay. Who did they think they are, throwing themselves at Berry like that? I'm only allowed to do that!
Wait….. No! I meant, no one can do that.
…
Who am I kidding? I obviously find Berry attractive. God, I can't believe I admitted that. Even if it was to myself.
No… No, it's just this itch I need to scratch… If I can just get into her well adjusted skirts, this feeling will surely go away. But she's dating that idiot Puckerman.. No problem, I can still get her.
Operation Itch to Scratch is on.
Quinn smirked to herself as she continued to guide the Cheerios, along with Rachel on the new Britney routine the diva had come up with.
Why is Quinn looking at me like that? It's weird. I feel like some sort of prey and she's the hunter, waiting to pounce. Crap, she's talking to me, shut up brain!
"I'm sorry Quinn, can you please repeat that?"
It was the end of Cheerios practice and everyone had already left from the locker room. Rachel thought she was the only one left, but apparently Quinn stayed behind.
"I said that you looked pretty hot at the assembly. And yesterday with the Britney costume. Now that I'm looking at you better, you're actually pretty sexy Rachel," Quinn smirked.
Rachel stuttered out, "W-What?"
"Seriously, are you deaf or something?"
Rachel looked down and she was sure she was blushing profusely. What is going on? Quinn has never said such things to me. Oh my Barbara! I'm not wearing anything, save for my bra and panties. I forgot I was changing when she was came by.
"T-Thank you for the c-compliment Quinn. You were very amazing yourself. Now if, you excuse me I must be going," Rachel began walking away as Quinn giggled.
"You're going to walk out without clothes on?"
Rachel blushed a deeper shade of red, "Yes.. Clothes."
She quickly put on a tee and some sweats while Quinn looked on with the smuggest smirk on her face.
"Goodbye, Berry. See you on Monday," Quinn husked out seductively.
Rachel didn't know what to make of that, but she nodded her goodbye and walked, practically ran out of the locker room.
What in the actual fuck happened?
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