Disclaimer: glee would be a wonderful asset to my boring life! As we all know I'm only borrowing these characters :)
AN: Oh wow! I've got so many story alerts and favourites from you guys! And the review count is unbelievable! I have so much love for all you Samchel shippers! Again, Quinn is one of my favourite characters and I know she's out of character in this, but it's purely for this story! I'm sorry if you disapprove!
Twists and Turns - 8
Glee ended pretty soon after it began and Rachel couldn't have been more pleased. Her whole day had been turned upside down starting that morning when Santana stated that she must audition to be a Cheerio. Rachel down right refused at first, but then slowly her idea of being a Cheerio changed. Everyone respected her, parted in the hall way to let her though, no slushies had been thrown, no rude or cruel comments spoken. And what made her smile the most, was the fact that the glee club were treating her like any other normal girl. Kurt even invited her over his house after school for a little gathering to celebrate the weekend and her new position on the squad. The only thing that bothered her was the fact Quinn hated her more than ever. And Finn seemed to be staring at her with a weird look in his eye.
"Berry!" Santana caught Rachel's arm just before she was heading out the door with Kurt and Mercedes. Kurt waved her off and signalled for her to call him later, simply linked arms with Mercedes and walked off.
"Yes Santana?"
"Did Sam tell you what time he would be over?"
At the mention of Sam, Rachel froze. She had completely forgot that Sam had texted her. She placed her hands on her hips."How the hell do you know about that anyway?" Rachel hissed in a light whisper.
Santana grimaced. "It isn't pretty."
Rachel looked at her, confused. "I caught Jewfrow on the library computers, he was about to update his blog. I asked him what he was printing, because he'd scurried passed me and Puck behind the stacks." Rachel twisted her face.
"Ew. I thought you were supposedly seeing Finn."
"Urgh, no. He's boring. And Puck's more of a man in that department…" Rachel shook her head. "Yeah anyway back on track - apparently Jewfrow caught on camera you and KenDoll locking lips in the choir room at lunch."
Rachel's jaw dropped. "What? Oh my god!"
"So it's true then?"
Rachel nodded meekly. "But it was just once! It was a mistake. Sam said so himself! Oh my god. If Quinn finds out… Oh god. Oh god." Rachel started to hyperventilate.
Santana shook her shoulders. "B, relax. You can't breathe that fast in a Cheerio's uniform. You're lose oxygen, their too tight. Just calm down. It's cool. I sorted it."
Rachel took deep breaths, staring at Santana.
Santana reached into her bag, picking out a tape and waving it in Rachel's face. "Easy peasy. I showed him my bra, he dropped the camera and passed out. I took the opportunity to seize power. Smashed the camera, and made sure I grabbed the tape."
Rachel was shell-shocked. "W-why would you do that?"
Santana shrugged. "You're helping me, I thought I'd repay you after all the times I've been a bitch."
Rachel didn't know how Santana would react, but Rachel suddenly threw her arms around the other girl. Santana let out a laugh, hugging her back slightly.
"It's cool. Don't mention it." Rachel pulled back. "Ever." Santana's eyes dared her.
"Okay." Rachel replied, the smile still on her face. "Thank you!"
Someone cleared their throats behind them and Santana locked eyes with Finn.
"What do you want Finnessa?" Santana quipped, flickering her eyes towards Rachel, who had meekly turned around."Can I have a word Rachel?"
Santana looked between them. "You don't have to B. Plus we have bigger issues, Y'know. I'm menna be coming over tonight REMEMBER?"
It was Santana's way of saying they still needed to sort out the Sam issue. Rachel nodded.
"I wont be a moment San. I'll meet you outside." She rummaged in her bag, pulling out her car keys. "Grab my car and park out front. You know what it looks like I assume?" Rachel added sarcastically, a smile playing on her lips.
"I said I was sorry!" Santana laughed, "which is a first for me!" She added, grabbing the keys from Rachel's hand. It took Rachel a moment to understand why Santana didn't leave the room immediately. She had been waiting for Brittany. Brittany had been in the choir room the whole time and Rachel hadn't noticed.
"I was listening to Britney. Although I'm better than her, her name is spelt weird. Therefore, I'm the real Brittany."
"Yea B. You're Brittany. Come on." She pulled her out of the room.
The awkward tension filled the air immediately. Rachel refused to let her eyes meet Finn's. Although it was Finn standing in front of her, Rachel didn't have the feelings she used to get whenever he was around her. He was simply nothing more than just another person. Her life didn't revolve around pleasing him, she couldn't understand what was so special about him in the first place.
"Rach, look I know I've been a bit of an idiot."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Finn, you have been an idiot. But it's because you're you. You're constantly worried about what other people think of you, if you're not popular, you're not really anything. I know I was the one that brought this awkward situation into out relationship, but before anything even happened, you were always an idiot. I was just too blind to see it."
Finn nodded. "Yeah anyway, look. Is there anything going on between you and Puck?"
Rachel stared at him. His puppy dog eyes were staring at her. And she couldn't help it. She laughed. "Oh my god. You're incorrigible"
Finn rose his eyebrow. "Huh?"
"There is absolutely nothing going on with me and Noah! We have simply formed a purely platonic relationship, which in fact isn't any of your business! To be frank with you Finn, there is nothing going on with me and Noah. It is all in your imagination. Now if you will, I need to go and meet Santana."
Finn swallowed. "I don't like you two being friends. It's creepy."
Rachel turned. "Who? Me and Noah? Or me and Santana?"
"Santana."Rachel's eyes darkened. "My relationships are no longer any of your business Finn. You were the one who made that clear. I will be friends with whomever I please."
"But you're not a Cheerio. That's not who you are." Finn stated calmly.
Rachel wanted to slap him in the face. She was so angry right now. He had no right to accuse her of having a relationship with Noah, he had absolutely no right to disregard her friends and tell her who she should or shouldn't be friends with. He was no longer anything to do with her. So he most certainly couldn't tell her what she should be.
"You don't know the first thing about me, Finn. You never have, because you have never wanted to know. You have never taken the time to find out. As of now, you will never know me because we are through." She left him standing awestruck in the choir room. At that precise moment, she couldn't care. Rachel Berry knew who she was. She may not fit the bill of being a Cheerio, but Sue and Santana had seen something obviously worth appreciating more than Finn.
Santana had the window rolled down and was listening to some sort of Rap on the radio as Rachel approached. Santana didn't ask about Finn. Rachel didn't mention it either. Rachel took over the wheel and Santana shifted over into the passenger seat, starting a conversation with Brittany before Rachel pulled away. Santana asked Rachel to drop Brittany off at her house and then added she was coming over to help Rachel 'prepare' for Sam's visit before Kurt's party. Rachel had completely forgotten Kurt's party, but Santana assured her that Kurt was aware Rachel would be attending and that Finn wasn't going to be an issue because they were all going to be trashed. Rachel understood that to mean, they would all be drunk. Rachel didn't argue, she was more preoccupied with the thought of Sam and what he meant by sorting things out in the text before.
Santana made sure Rachel texted him back, asking him what time he would be arriving and whether he wanted to accompany her to Kurt's. Rachel thought that was a bit too much. Obviously the whole Glee club was going to attend Kurt's party, and Quinn would be there. Which would cause a bit of tension between everyone if Sam happened to roll up with Rachel on his arm.
Santana brushed that off and said she would be headed over with them. She'd get ready at Rachel's and then Sam could accompany herself, Rach and Brittany. Reluctantly, Rachel agreed that, that seemed fair.
"I don't even know what to wear to a party." Rachel sighed with frustration. She pulled open her wardrobe and Santana's eyes popped out.
She hurried to the wardrobe and started shifting through the clothes. "Damn! Why the hell don't you wear this to school?" She cried, picking out short denim skirts, tank tops and tight fitted dresses.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "My dad and daddy prefer me to dress the way I do." She looked down at herself. "They will definitely not approve of me in this." She said.
Santana laughed. "Good job they are away till Sunday then. Although they'll be shocked on Monday!"
Rachel sighed. "So what? I'm officially a cheerio?"
Sanatana smiled. "Yeah. I've got to have you up by 9 tomorrow so you can come to practice."
"At 9 am?" Rachel cried. "Won't you be hungover?"
Santana shot her a look, whilst laying out a pair of leggings and a tight fitted red top that came just below Rachel's buttocks. "Don't you mean we? B, I'm getting you wasted tonight. It's your first night actually…living." She shot her a smile. "I mean that in the nicest way."
Rachel laughed. "I know." She shared a smile. "Thanks San."
Santana nodded, checking out the wardrobe again. She pulled out a Gucci red dress.
"Fuckin hell I'd look smoking in this!" Santana cried, throwing herself into the line of the mirror and twirling the dress around herself.
"You can borrow it if you want too. I've only ever worn it once."
Santana looked over her shoulder, a hint of shyness in her eyes. "W-what? No way. It's cool. I've got something similar to what you're going to wear." Rachel looked oblvious, Santana nodded to the clothes led on the bed.
"I can't wear that! Aren't Cheerios meant to wear their uniforms to parties and things?"
"Sure you can. And well that's only for the football parties and stuff. This is the only time I can actually wear normal clothes!"
Rachel giggled. "Okay. It's going to look so weird seeing you in normal stuff."
Santana glared. "Likewise!" She shot back, a smile playing on her lips.
Rachel laughed. Her phone vibrated. "Oh it's sam!"
Santana pushed the Gucci dress back onto the hooker and hung it back in the wardrobe.
"What'd he say?"
Rachel swallowed. "He's on his way over."
Santana smiled. "Alright. I'm heading out, be ready by about 7:30? Kurt wants everyone at his by 8. So make sure you tell Barbie he's gotta be ready by 7:30 too."
Rachel nodded weakly. "I can't do this."
"Just breathe. You're still in your uniform. Don't bother taking it off. Sam's gunna love it. Anyway. In a bit B." Santana swept across the room, giving her a small but genuine smile before breezing out the room. Rachel swallowed. This day couldn't get any more weird. Santana had been in her room. Santana had helped her pick an outfit. Santana was coming over to her house later to accompany her to a party. Santana Lopez was sort of her friend.
"So you're breaking up with me?" Her voice was soft, but he could hear the angry in her voice. He hadn't intensely set out to break up with her. To be honest, he gave her that promise ring because he promised her that he was a good boyfriend, that she could be proud to have him on her arm. He had never set out to fall for the girl all of Quinn's boys did. It was a bit weird how Rachel had practically had all the boys Quinn had. Sam could see how and why Quinn was so bitter towards Rachel, but he didn't understand how he could shut her out when she had shown him that it was okay to be himself. He hated breaking up with people.
"No. Well yeah, but. I don't know." Sam tried. He allowing himself a moment's pause which only earned him more of a glare from the girl opposite him. "yes." he breathed out.
Quinn tapped her foot, her arms tightly folded over her chest. "It's not what you think." Sam cried quickly.
Quinn rose her eyebrow. "Oh, so it's not because Manhands had suddenly become a Cheerio? Or the fact that she's been making moony eyes at you. OR because you seem to enjoy spending more time with her than you do with me?"
Sam sighed. "It's not that."
Quinn scoffed harshly. "Oh really? Then what is it Sam?" She held up her hand, the promise ring glimmering on her finger. She slid it off and held it in her palm. "You promised I'd be proud to wear this, proud to point down the hall and call you my boyfriend." There was no sign of hurt in her eyes, just anger and frustration. Sam could kind of understand.
"Quinn…"
"Don't 'Quinn' me Sam. You're not worth it. I should have known. I've had one of the worse years of my life and I knew I shouldn't have trusted another guy. It was too soon. You're all the same." She shoved the ring back into his hand. He'd been expecting it. "Listen Sam, I know that right now, you think this is for the best. Manhands won't make you feel the way I do. She's a horrible girlfriend. Don't you wonder why Finn and Puck have both broke up with her?"
Sam stared at Quinn for a moment."Her name is Rachel. And for your information, Finn is the only one who has ever broken up with Rachel and that is because he's just like you. You deserve each other."
"Get lost Sam." Quinn huffed, throwing her pompoms into her bag. Sam didn't say anything back to her, he turned on his heel and left.
Rachel let her hair down. Brittany had forced her to wear it up in a high ponytail like all the other Cheerios. It made her look 'realistic' as Brittany had said. Santana had agreed. But Rachel decided to have it down. It had nothing to do with Sam.
A knock at her door, made her aware that it could only be one person. And she had no idea what she was going to say. It was going to be so awkward…
"He…y" The y was trailed off as Sam's eyes widened at the sight of Rachel in her Cheerio's uniform.
Rachel shifted her feet. "Hi" She replied. Trying to keep the smile on her face, she could feel herself blushing already, she quickly invited him in and closed the door.
"So listen…"
"Okay this will…"
They both laughed. Sam nodded for her to continue.
"No it's okay. You go first." Rachel smiled, her hair falling into her eyes, her body was rigid and she could tell Sam was slightly uncomfortable. Sam's hand touched hers by her side and the heat scorched her. She didn't know whether to pull away, but before she could react, Sam was pulling her into her own living room and sitting down next to her on her couch, still holding her hand in his.
"Okay, so my text was kind of off wasn't it?" When Rachel nodded, Sam continued. "Well, in all honesty, the stuff I was going to do was talk to Quinn."
Rachel inhaled. "But it didn't go the way I planned." Sam said. Rachel stared at him with curiosity. "I broke up with her."
Rachel's eyes widened. "What!"
Sam shook his head. "I know. I wasn't going to."
Rachel swallowed. "I'm not big headed or anything, okay I might be, but was it because of…"
Sam shook his head. "No. No. Okay partly." Rachel sighed. "Look, I love spending time with you and I think I may have just developed this crush on you, and kissing you in the choir room kind of confirmed it and there was no way I was going to be able to forget it ever happened like we said…but anyway, I think I broke it off because Quinn wasn't the person I thought she was. After the way she treated you, and treated me for being around you…" Rachel nodded. "I can't date someone who doesn't accept the people in my life." He squeezed her hand.
"Sam.." She whispered. Her eyes filled with sorrow. "I didn't ask for this."
"No, none of us did. And hey." He tilted her chin up so she was looking at him. "I'm not going to ask you out."
Rachel frowned. "Okay?"
Sam laughed. "Maybe, later on. Like in a couple of months. But I think we all need to cool it. I mean, you and Finn… Me and Quinn…" She nodded. "It's all a bit angst right now."
"I agree." She smiled, him beaming back. "Okay. So, friends?"
Sam smiled. "I think we're a bit more than friends." He leaned over, catching her by surprise, kissing her gently. He pulled back. "But we wont be exclusive just yet."
Rachel smiled. "Okay."
Sam gave her hand another squeeze. "So about this party tonight…?"
AN: okay this chapter was a little rushed, I hadn't any idea what was happening. I kind of wrote on my toes. I hope its okay? If it's a little wish-washy its my bad. But anyway. I hope you enjoy :)
