Chapter 9: Rachel
POV: Brittany
Being friends with Rachel was actually a pretty cool thing, and I never thought I'd say that...Like ever. She was just that weird reindeer sweater wearing girl I thought had the most annoying voice, but she's actually sweet. And cares a lot about my feelings. At first I thought she was just being nice to me for another duet thingy, but she actually meant well. It was really weird. Here she is sitting on my bed reading over my homework, she keeps making all these red marks on it and erasing stuff. Is that a good thing?
"Seriously, Brittany?"
"What?"
"Since when did a noun become a person, place, and parrot?"
"Isn't that it?"
"No, it's person, place, and thing."
"A parrot is a thing...Sort of. I remember I named my pet parrot thing. He only knew cat calls though."
"Cat calls?"
"He kept meowing like one then he died."
"Um..."
"I think he died the day we got him...He was like, 'meow' but it sounded like a weird choke meow."
"Um, did you ever think he was choking? Or having a stroke or something?"
I thought for a moment.
"Nope."
She shook her head but continued to go over my paper. My phone vibrated on the night stand. I picked it up and eyed the number.
"Do you know this number?" I showed my phone to Rachel.
"Nope."
"They keep texting me."
"What do they say?"
"Texts can't talk."
She sighed.
"What do the text messages say, Brittany?"
"Well, the first one said I was wrong about Santana."
"What were you wrong about?"
I shrugged, "I don't know."
"Well, what does the text say this time?"
I clicked view message and it popped up.
?: Santana loves you. If you leave her now you'll regret it later.
I showed her the message and she put down her pen and eyed it.
"Do you think I would regret it?" I asked her.
She shrugged, "I don't know really. I know after I made out with Puck I regretted it."
"Because he tasted like waffles without the syrup?"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and scratched her neck.
"No, because I lost Finn."
"You lost him? I thought he was at school today..."
"No, not that kind of lost. I meant he broke up with me."
"Oh, right...And now he's with Quinn..." I let my voice travel off, "Rachel can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When you see Quinn and Finn together how do you feel?"
She shrugged, "Hate...Jealousy...Pity."
"Why pity?"
"I pity that all that happiness they have will disappear once Finn realizes I'm the best one for him." She gave an evil smile.
"Do you think that's how Santana felt when I was with Artie?"
She shrugged again, "I'm not Santana."
"That's a good thing, I don't know if I could date a Santana-Rachel combo. That would be weird."
"Who said I would want to date you anyway?" She asked with a little smirk.
"Hey! I'm a catch!"
"And apparently Santana caught you."
I walked towards my window and looked outside. The sun was shinning brightly and a few neighborhood kids were outside playing.
"Santana lied to me." I said to the window.
"About what?" It replied back.
"OMG! My window just spoke!"
"Brittany..." I turned around to face Rachel.
"Oh, right...haha..."
"What did she lie about?"
"Her mom being sick. Her mom isn't sick at all. She lied to me."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't you ask her?"
"If she wanted me to know she would have told me."
"Don't be so sure."
"What do you mean?"
"Sometimes people want to be asked things rather than upfront telling others. Maybe she would like you to ask her..."
"But I did. I asked her if she was with her mom..."
"But you didn't ask her where she really was once you caught her in the lie. That was your mistake."
"So this is my fault?"
"No, it's hers. Just ask her where she was if she wasn't with her mom. Okay?"
"What if I don't like the answer?"
Rachel closed the cap on my pen and grabbed her book bag from the floor. She got off my bed and walked towards my bedroom door.
"Brittany, the way I see it anything can happen. Santana could tell you she was with some chick and everything could hurt, or she could tell you she was surprising you with a necklace. I don't know what she'll say but it doesn't hurt to ask."
She turned the knob on my bedroom door and opened it.
"Why are you so good at giving advice, but suck at taking it?" I asked.
She turned to me, "Why are you so good at dancing, but suck at English?"
She smiled at me then exited my room.
Author's Note: One of you guessed the names correctly. Good job! :-)
