Rachel woke up on an unfamiliar black-and-white tile floor, and suddenly the room began to shrink. She fell to the ground, and tried to catch herself, but she noticed that her arms were wrapped around her, in a straightjacket. Then suddenly, her dads broke through the wall in their car.
"Hey sweetie! We need to get you home from the airport!" Her daddy said.
"Where am I?" She asked.
"This is where you are going to end up, if you don't stop having sick, insane dreams about us." Her dad said.
"What are you talking about, Dad?" Rachel asked.
"Get in the car Rachel." Her daddy ordered.
She proceeded.
Her dad turned to face Rachel, but kept right on driving.
Suddenly, they rammed into a huge brick wall. Rachel's dad's head came clear off his body.
Rachel shrieked in horror. Suddenly, the head began to turn around to face her.
"Are you going to sleep your life away, Rachel?" Her dad asked, with a sad, creepy stare across the face of his severed head.
"Rachel! Rachel…."
She shot up with a gasp, to see Sue Sylvester looking down on her.
"Its possible to fail P.E., you know! And sleeping isn't going to get you an A ,midget! Go run some laps." Sue yelled at her.
"I'm in a wheelchair, dumbass." Rachel said, under her breath. 'At least I only have to be in the damn thing for one more month. Jeez, having 7th hour Gym sucks. Its right before Glee, so I have to hurry through the shower, and it just sucks!' Rachel thought. 'At least Santana is in my Gym.' Rachel wheeled up to her.
"I don't see how you could stand Ms. Sylvester when you were on the Cheerios. She is AWFUL!" Rachel said, throwing her hands up.
"Oh Rachel, you make me laugh so much. I didn't put up with her, we kinda stayed away from one another, because if we didn't, we knew it would be a battle to the death for the position of HBIC." Santana said laughing.
"I heard that!" Sue said over a megaphone.
Santana was rolling on the ground laughing and Rachel was about to fall out of her wheelchair, but when they noticed Sue walking over, she got back up and started pushing Rachel again.
"Okay fatties! Hit the showers." Sue screamed.
'Finally, Glee time.' Rachel thought to herself.
"Okay guys!" Mr. Schue said. "I have this weeks assignment for you guys! You are going to have to sing duets again! But this time you are gonna have two partners! And really go all out on this one! Like costumes, props, the whole shebang! The winner gets to chose the number for sectionals!" He said, clapping his hands and grinning like a 7 year old.
Artie was the first to wheel up to the piano to draw from 'Magical Hat', as Mr. Schue called it.
He drew, and a big smile crossed his face. "Rachel, and Santana!" He said, grinning.
Sam went next.
"Tina, and….Oh no…..Finn." Sam said, hoping that he was dreaming.
Sam dropped the paper.
"Mr. Schue, this is definitely not going to work out, can I re-draw, please?" Sam begged.
"Nope, the Magical Hat has spoken! No redo's whatsoever." Mr Schue said.
Sam groaned unhappily before plopping down next to Rachel.
"HA HA! You have to sing with Finn!" She joked, poking him in the arm.
"Okay Rachel, you go, and let's see who you get." Sam said, pushing her wheelchair towards the piano.
"I've always been lucky, Sam." Rachel said, winking at her boyfriend.
Rachel wheeled up next, and high-fived Artie on the way up. "Well, I know I have Artie already, but I still have to choose another partner, right?" Rachel asked.
Mr. Schue nodded.
'Please be Sam, Please be Sam, Please be Sam.' Rachel was thinking.
She closed her eyes, and pulled out a name. She was sure it would be Sam, but she opened it to reveal the name of the last person she wanted to do a duet with.
"Ughh. Quinn." Rachel scoffed.
"Haha. Very funny Berry." Quinn said.
"Wanna see it? Why would I joke about such a thing." Rachel said.
Quinn looked at the paper. "Can she draw again, please?" Quinn said.
"Yeah, I call a re-draw!" Rachel said.
"Nope, no redo's!" Sam said, giggling and smirking.
"Awwww. Man!" Rachel said, plopping down by her boyfriend just like he had done recently.
All of the rest of the people picked their partners. This didn't really end well for anyone, accept Artie.
Sam got Finn
Rachel got Quinn
Santana got Brittany
Finn got Puck
Puck got Mercedes
And everyone knew this assignment was going to suck.
Everyone had to walk home from Glee that day, because both Rachel and Artie in their wheelchairs couldn't fit into the Vanagon.
"So. About the SuperdyDuper Duets Assignment?" Rachel said.
"Jeez, does Glee suck, or what?" Sam said plopping down on the couch.
"Agreed." Rachel said, slumping down in her wheelchair.
"Agreed." Santana said, flopping down too.
"Agreed." Puck said, continuing the cool chain-reaction-type-thing they had going on.
They were all waiting for Artie to agree, who was putting his backpack down.
"What?" He asked. "I thought Glee couldn't have gone better today! For me atleast." He said, smiling.
"Yeah, that's because you got the two best partners you could've asked for." Puck said.
"I got my ex-girlfriend, and the guy who has stolen about every girl I've dated!" Puck said, throwing his hands up. "Is that some sort of punishment for my douche-y stunts I pull?"
"Yeah, and I get Finn, the guy who has made it his life goal to steal my girlfriend, and Tina, the girl who I've never heard talk. What did I do to deserve that?" Sam said, mimicking Puck's hand gesture. They had this creepy thing of having like 'Twin Telepathy' kind of thing. Living together was really doing that to them; like they would finish eachothers sentences, and it was just kinda creepy!
"I'm not even sure I can handle being in the same room with Quinn before going all 'Mean Girls Cafeteria Fight-Scene' on her 'perfect little blond head'." Rachel said, doing finger quotes, and then the same hand gesture.
"Singing a song with Brittany after I rejected her and pretty much stole her boyfriend is gonna be HELLA awkward." Santana said, her heart breaking inside about how mean she was to her ex-lover. Come to think of it, she hadn't even talked to Brittany since that day at the mall.
"Lighten Up guys!" Artie said.
They all gave him their classic death-stare, and even at the same time.
"Oh, enough of the death-stares, let's just watch Spaceballs." Artie said.
Yet again, the twin telepathy thing was kicking in. They all seemed to think of a good duet song during the movie.
After the credits were over, Sam shot up.
"I got an idea for my song!" Sam said, actually looking excited about this clearly-shitty assignment.
"No way! Me too!" Rachel said.
"Okay guys, this is getting creepy, because so did I!" Santana said, somewhat confused.
"Well I didn't. Haha." Artie said.
"Me either, Bro." Puck said.
"We should make it a surprise! That would be kinda funny! We should all like rehears in different parts of the house, so we can't hear eachother, and then it will be a cool like surprise thing!" Rachel said.
She got a few weird looks.
"Sorry, my nerd came out for a second there." She said, blushing.
"Let's go practice, Artie!" I have the perfect song!" Santana said.
"Okay! Cool, then we can go tomorrow, because clearly nobody else wants to." Artie said giggling.
"Evanescence is a great band! And this song is perfect for our situation and voices! Were gonna kick ass tomorrow!" Artie said.
Santana walked over to Artie, and clumsily lifted him out of his chair.
"What the fu-?" Artie said, confused.
She put him on the bed, and straddled him.
"For our duet, we're gonna do it." Santana said, pulling him into a kiss.
"I hope you know that I love you, Artie." Santana said.
"Same goes for you." Artie said, smirking at his girlfriend, in a way that he thought was sexy.
'Jesus, they spent too much time together. She's too much like Brittany.'
But that thought soon flew from Artie's head when Santana made the next move….
+The next day
Santana woke up to the most annoying thing she had ever heard in her life, and apparently she was the last one up.
"7 am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends."Santana heard Rachel singing what had to be THE MOST ANNOYING SONG SHE HAD EVER HEARD.
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
She walked down to see Rachel and Puck making breakfast, and singing that awful song, and Artie and Sam playing chess, and Sam looked incredibly confused, and Artie was laughing.
"Party and Party and YEAH!"
Rachel was running around, dancing and making pancakes, while Puck was attempting to make scrambled eggs.
"WAIT!" Rachel yelled.
Everyone turned to look at her, accept Puck. She flipped the frying pan up and the pancake fell right on Puck's head.
"Ten points!" Sam said, laughing.
"Someone always gets hit with some type of food when we make breakfast in the Berry Mansion!" Artie said, laughing with Sam.
"Hey Rachel, come here." Puck said, trying as hard as he could to keep a straight face.
He picked her up and tickled her.
"AHHH PUCK! I WILL END YOU!" Rachel screamed.
"Here, I'll help you Rachel." Sam said, walking over to her.
Puck set her on the ground, and Sam 'helped her up'.
Once Sam go her off the ground, he picked her up and tickled her until she cried.
"We gotta get ready for school now! Stop tickling me Samuel Raymond Evans!" Rachel said, still having a giggling tantrum.
"Okay, Rachel Barbara Berry!" Sam said.
The both shot each other an adorable look.
"You guys are so cute, I could puke up a rainbow!" Puck said.
Rachel stuck her tongue out at him, and then ran away like a child.
During the walk to school, Puck was pushing Artie WAY ahead of everyone else.
"Dude! How was last night?" Puck said, nudging him with his shoulders and raising his eyebrows.
"Ehhh. I don't know what you're talking about." Artie said.
"Oh come on! You can tell me! You're my boy now!" Puck said.
"Since when am I your boy?" Artie asked.
"Since now. And we totally heard you and Santana 'practicing'." Puck said.
"Okay fine…. I'll tell you the details later." Artie said.
"Mr. Schue! Santana and I want to go today." Artie said, a bit nervous.
He nodded and told them to go.
Santana and Artie had forgotten about props, so they knew they were going to lose anyways.
(Artie, Santana)
how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Artie's epic bass solo is here)
now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life
frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Santana hugged Artie, and everyone started cheering for them.
"Wow guys! That was awesome! I didn't know you guys could pull of a song like that! Santana, you hit the high notes perfectly! And Artie, even though you used a voice enhancer, the screaming still sounded good! Even though I'm more of a Journey type of guy, I really liked that! Well done!" Mr. Schuester said. "Well guys, that's all we have time for! See you tomorrow with hopefully two other performances."
"Hey guys, Artie and I are going to go to his house to check on his little brother and sister, okay?" Rachel asked.
"Okay, that's cool because I have to practice with Brittany." Santana said, dreading it.
"Just don't do anything stupid!" Puck said, joking about the party they had.
Rachel shot him a really bad death stare. "Like, uhm get hit by a car or something! Heh…Ohh I gotta go, Brittany is calling me." Puck said, running away. I mean, who wants to get run over by TWO wheelchair kids.
Rachel wheeled in the door, and Artie followed. She hesitated, not wanting to get sprayed in the face with more pepper spray. They smelled a funny smell, and Andy came running out of his room in his underwear.
"Andy, I'm home!" Artie said, with no response from his brother for about a minute.
"Just a sec! I need to beat level 23!" Andy said, then running into the living room.
"Hey Arti- AHH! Dude! You gotta tell me when you're bringing girls over here!" Andy said, trying to cover himself up.
"Andy. For the last time, you're like a little brother to me! Just like Artie is too. There is no chance of me having feelings for you, Andy, I'm sorry." Rachel said.
"Okay. From now on I guess you can refer to me as your little brother Andy." Andy said, sad.
"YAY! I finally have a little brother!" Rachel said.
Rachel started coughing, and instantly recognized the smoky smell. Someone in the house had been smoking weed. She knew the smell, from always being at Puck's house when she was little (Her parents were never home), where his dad smoked a very wide variety of things. Once he even smoked a Rollie Pollie. Back to the point, one of Artie's siblings had been recently smoking weed.
Rachel walked back to Andy's room.
"Where do you think you're going!" Andy said, blocking her from the door.
"Andy. I recognize the smell. I grew up with Puck's dad. I know its in there." Rachel said.
"What? Rach, I'm really confused." Artie said.
She finally got past Andy, and opened the door to find that Andy had in fact been the one smoking weed.
"ANDY!" Artie yelled, more pissed off than Rachel had ever seen. Even more than the time Andy broke his Xbox.
"I think we need to have a little talk." Rachel said, dragging him into the living room.
"I'm not having this talk with you guys." Andy said.
"Okay, then I'll sing it to you!" Rachel said.
"And if you leave, I'll kill you Andy!" Artie said, still really pissed off.
Ooooo deary me,
My little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed,
I tell him he should get up cos it's nearly half past three
He can't be bothered cos he's high on THC.
I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea,
I can't even see him cos the room is so smoky,
Don't understand how one can watch so much TV,
My baby brother Andy how I wish that you could see.
"This is bullshit!" Andy said.
I only say it cos I care,
So please can you stop pulling my hair.
Now, now there's no need to swear, (Rachel shook her finger at Andy)
Please don't despair my dear Mon frere.
Ooooo Andy get up it's a brand new day,
I just can't sit back and watch you waste your life away
You need to get a job because the bills need to get paid.
Get off your lazy ass,
Andy please use your brain
Surely there's some walls out there that you can go and spray,
I'm feeling guilty for leading you astray,
Now how the hell do you ever expect that you'll get laid,
When all you do is stay and play on your computer games?
I only say it cos I care,
please can you stop pulling my hair.
Now, now there's no need to swear,
Please don't despair my dear Mon frere.
Andy tried to get up, but Artie grabbed him and threw him back on the couch.
Oh little brother please refrain from doing that,
I'm trying to help you out so can you stop being a twat.
It's time that you and I sat down and had a little chat,
And look me in the eyes take off that stupid fitted cap.
Please don't despair
Please don't despair
My Mon frere.
"I think we found our duet song, Rachel!" Artie said, slightly happy now.
Andy tried to sneak away. "Don't think this is over, Andy." Artie said.
Andy sulked off to his sister's room, where Artie had ordered him to go.
"We should totally dress you up like a little kid, and we can change the lyrics again, like I already did!" Rachel said.
"You are a totally epic ninja, Rachel. I could have never thought of that. Especially not on the spot." Artie said. [A/N: I QUOTED LOL KIWI! Because I just LOVED that comment :D I believe YOU'RE the epic ninja!]
"You're the best friend I've ever had, Artie." Rachel said, smiling softly.
'I love you. I love you. Why can't I bring myself to say that!' Artie said, arguing with himself internally.
"I gotta go practice with Quinn, wish me luck!" Rachel said, kissing him on the cheek before leaving.
Artie felt his cheek, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"God damnit." Artie said. "I think I'm into two girls."
+MEANWHILE
Santana rang the doorbell to go into the familiar house.
Brittany's dad answered the door.
"You can go on upstairs, Santana. She is waiting for you there." Her father said.
"Okay, thanks Mr. Pierce." Santana said.
Santana walked into Brittany's room to see her wearing pajama pants, with a big bowl of icecream in her hand, and her hair pulled up half-assly.
"Sup." Brittany said, after burping.
"Britt, we haven't talked in too long. I'm really sorry about that day at the mall. I just want you to know that I still love you, even if you don't love me." Santana said.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore, I'm dating Puck now." Brittany said, shoving a huge piece of ice cream in her mouth.
"You're what?" Santana asked.
"I'm dating Puck. I just said that, didn't I?" Brittany said.
"Lauren is going to kick your ass, Britt! That happened to me! I'm sure as hell not letting it happen to you!" Santana said.
"Wow and suddenly you care about me." Brittany said, sulking.
"Brittany, you have to know that I love you more than anyone. I'm just not sure about what I'm going to do yet. We're only seventeen, let's face it, there is no way that I could be sure about my sexuality yet. I'm turned on to both boys and girls, and I have fallen in love with a boy, and a girl. And that girl was you Brittany! I'm just not sure yet. I need some time to come to terms with myself! I never said I didn't love you or care about you! I love you and Artie equally, and I love you guys more than I thought I could love someone. I love you guys like I love my parents before they started fighting. My life has been so incredibly crazy right now that I am even having troubles deciding what to eat for breakfast! This huge wave of emotions are hitting me all at the same time and it's confusing the shit out of me! Brittany, you should know that what I said in the mall was anything but I don't love you and care about you. I can't believe you thought I didn't love you! After all we have been through, how could I not! I knew I loved you from the day I met you! I remember it like it was yesterday! You walked up to me at the pool, and asked me if I wanted to share the other half of your fudgesickle and we have been best friends ever since!" Santana said, tears forming in her eyes.
"What about Rachel? I thought you were using her to replace me. I heard that you guys were starting to do what you and I used to do." Brittany said, tears streaming down her cheeks by the billions.
"No! I could never replace you! You're Brittany Fucking Pierce!" Santana said.
Santana had always secretly wanted to try things with Rachel, but she didn't want to ruin their friendship and get kicked out of the mansion.
Brittany's head rested on Santana's shoulder in a hug. They sat there and cried for about 15 minutes.
"Do you wanna practice for the duet now?" Santana asked, wiping her eyes.
"Yeah." Brittany said, smiling and kissing her friend's forehead.
+MEANWHILE
"Quinn, I know we hate eachother, but there is nothing left to do about this project. We have to just cope with what we have been dealt." Rachel said.
"Agreed, let's just get this over with." Quinn said. "Do you want me to start the music now?"
Rachel nodded.
"Wait!" She said.
"What?" Quinn asked, kind of irritated.
"What are we doing, Quinn? I can't even think of a good reason for us to hate eachother." Rachel said.
"I can. You stole my boyfriend, I stole yours. A few times actually. I think that's a perfectly good reason." Quinn said.
'Damn. I kinda wanted to work things out with her.' Rachel thought to herself.
Quinn started the music.
"Oh yeah, and we will need to go on the last day, because I get out of my wheelchair tomorrow." Rachel said.
+Back at the Berry Mansion+
"Wow, that weekend went by fast." Rachel said.
"I hate Mondays!" Sam said, hugging his girlfriend from behind.
"At least I get out of my wheelchair after Glee today!" Rachel said, beaming.
"I wish I could say that." Artie said joining them in the kitchen.
Rachel frowned.
"I'm sorry bro." Sam said.
"I'm sorry Artie." Rachel said, half smiling at him.
"I gotta go, Santana spent the night at Brittany's last night, and I gotta pick her up." Artie said, wheeling away.
A tear rolled down Rachel's cheek.
"What's wrong baby?" Sam asked.
"I feel really bad for Artie. I have been in a wheelchair for two months, and it has been hell. He has been in it for half his life. God, you just wanna get up out of it and throw the damn thing at a wall, and that was for two months." Rachel said, playing with her hair.
"He's fine Rachel. I have been his best friend since I moved here, if he had a problem with life, he would definitely bitch about it to me." Sam said giggling.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Rachel said, kissing Sam before grabbing her costume and leaving for school.
That day at school was pretty uneventful. Accept for some dumbass jock tried to slushie Artie, and threw it right over his head.
"Mr. Schue!" Brittany said, raising her hand and squirming.
"Santana and I are going to do our song now."
He nodded.
Santana sat down at the piano, wearing a long white dress, just like the one in the music video. (She learned to play just for Brittany) Brittany was wearing white and black striped shirt, and black pants, with big black glasses and a lot of makeup, with pink extensions.
(Santana, Brittany. Both)
I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through
The day and make it ok
I miss you
I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on my floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do
When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through
The day and make it ok
I miss you
We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
And all I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through
The day and make it ok
I miss you
The girls held hands through the whole song, and were crying by the end of it. Santana looked nervously at Rachel, to make sure she wasn't mad, to see that she was clearly ecstatic to see that Santana and her friend had made up.
"Pretty cool that our girlfriends are that close, right? I wish we were that close." Puck said. Winking at Sam for quoting him, and then smirking and giggling.
"Jesus. You and Sam need to stop spending time together. Like really, its to the point where its scary how you guys quote each other. Its not even funny!" Artie said.
"On that note, I don't know how I could possibly go after a performance as beautiful and touching as that, but can me and Artie go now?" Rachel said, smiling at Brittany and Santana.
He nodded again.
They went to get changed, and Rachel came back with a black and white, short striped dress, and her hair in pigtails with little bows and way too much exaggerated makeup. Artie was wearing a red baseball cap, and cuffed jeans, and converse that looked about seven sized too small for him. "We need to go to the auditorium, that's where the props are." Rachel said.
Rachel had Jacob Israel set up a fog machine, and a bedroom with a small door, all for just her phone number, and it was a fake number. Rachel laughed at herself for being so badass.
They set up the fog machine, so it looked like smoke was coming out of the small bedroom, and the band started playing.
Ooooo deary me,
My little brother's in his bedroom smoking weed, (Even more smoke came out)
I tell him he should get up cos it's nearly half past three (Rachel points at her wrist and taps her hand)
He can't be bothered cos he's high on THC. (The door swings open and Artie looks disoriented)
I ask him very nicely if he'd like a cup of tea,
I can't even see him cos the room is so smoky, (She waves her hand infront of her face)
Don't understand how one can watch so much TV, (Cartoon noises come on)
My baby brother Artie how I wish that you could see. (Artie comes out of the room, and he seems to be sitting on his legs, and has baby shoes taped to his knees)
Sam and Santana started laughing at that.
I only say it cos I care,
So please can you stop pulling my hair. (Artie pulls Rachel's hair)
Now, now there's no need to swear, (Rachel shook her finger at Artie)
Please don't despair my dear Mon frere.
Ooooo Artie get up it's a brand new day,
I just can't sit back and watch you waste your life away
You need to get a job because the bills need to get paid.
Get off your lazy ass,
Artie please use your brain
Surely there's some walls out there that you can go and spray,
I'm feeling guilty for leading you astray,
Now how the hell do you ever expect that you'll get laid,
When all you do is stay and play on your computer games? (Artie had stopped listening her, and picked up a controller.
I only say it cos I care,
please can you stop pulling my hair.
(Artie flipped her off, without turning from his video game)
Now, now there's no need to swear,
Please don't despair my dear Mon frere.
(Artie was taking lightbulbs out of a box and breaking them, and then clapping and laughing, like a little kid)
Oh little brother please refrain from doing that,
I'm trying to help you out so can you stop being a twat. (Rachel covered her mouth during twat)
It's time that you and I sat down and had a little chat,
And look me in the eyes take off that stupid fitted cap.
Please don't despair
(They linked arms)
Please don't despair
My Mon frere.
(On the last beat of the song, Artie fake punched Rachel in the face, and she tipped over a bit, and then the lights went out.)
Everyone was clapping and laughing.
The lights were turned back on, and Artie and Rachel came to centerstage.
"I feel like this is America's Got Talent, and I'm waiting to get gonged." Rachel said.
"Oh come on, Rach, have some confidence! You did great!" Artie said, fist pumping her.
"It was fantastic guys, and certainly entertaining, but for a duet, BOTH people are supposed to sing. Sorry." Mr. Schue said.
Sam, Puck, and Santana booed him.
"That's it for today! Bye guys!"
"Sam and I are going to the doctor to get me out of this hunk of junk! See you guys later!" Rachel said, waving at her friends. Rachel was too tired to change out of her costume, and she slept through the whole car ride (Or so Sam thought). She looked so beautiful when she slept. Sam couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
Then one of his favorite songs came on.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
Far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
He saw her starting to stir, so he stopped singing, and then he saw a smile cross her makeup-covered face, and he knew she was faking. He hated that she was such a good actor, it really stabbed him in the back sometimes, especially when she was joking around with him. She had this way of actually too serious. He secretly cursed himself; He hadn't initially wanted her to hear that.
He woke her up gently and they went into the doctor's office.
"Oh my! Miss Berry, you have done your makeup very interestingly today." The secretary said winking at her.
"Thank you, Roxy! Its for Glee Club though." Rachel said.
"You and you're Glee stuff. You're a funny kid Rachel. Head on back to room 7 okay Hun." Roxy said.
They walked in and the doctor jumped when he turned around.
"Oh my, Rachel. You've got quite the outfit there." He said, adjusting his glasses.
"If I had a quarter for every time…" Rachel whispered to Sam.
"Just come sit down on the mat before you start reflecting off the tools!" The doctor said.
"You're going to need an X-ray, so I will need you to get out of that costume while I prepare for the scanning." The doctor said, pulling a curtain in between Rachel and Sam.
Sam was actually kind of a perverted person, but he'd never tell anyone half the stuff he thinks. Secretly he was even hoping that she needed help changing like Artie did.
'Oh god. I need to stop doing that.' Sam thought to himself, shaking his head.
He was really sad about Rachel being in her wheelchair! They hadn't been able to do anything! Rachel was getting naked behind a white sheet, and all he wanted in the world was to be behind that white sheet. Sam finally broke out of his little fantasy, when he heard the doctor talking.
"Good news, Rachel! Your legs healed wonderfully, and you can skip the second cast we were going to put on you! You can run around all you want, and now all you have to look out for is that bad hip of yours!" The doctor said.
"Oh my gosh!" Sam said, picking her up out of her wheelchair, hugging her, and then setting her on the ground.
"I can walk! I can walk!" Rachel screamed about forty times while running around the doctor's office.
"Is that normal, or is she just insane?" Sam asked the doctor.
"Oh, that's normal, but I've been her doctor for a while, and I think it's a bit of both." The doctor said. "You guys are free to go now! You kids be safe!"
"I'm so happy, I could run all the way home!" Rachel said.
"Oh crap. I just remembered. The rest of this day is going to suck. You have rehearsal with Finn, and I have it with Quinn. Fan-Freaking-Tastic." Rachel said sarcastically.
"Yep. We're driving to hell right now." Sam said. Realizing that he had just set them up for a song.
"Yep. Meet you by the George Bush statue!" Rachel said, grinning.
And then they looked at eachother and started singing. Creepy telepathy thing again.
Livin' Easy!
Livin' Free
Season ticket on a one way ride!
Asking nothing
Leave me be
Taken everything in my stride
Don't need reason
Don't need rhyme
Ain't nothin' I would rather do
Going down
By the time
My friends are gonna be there too, eh
I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell!
Just then, they drove up to Quinn's house, and she ran out wearing a tight pink dress for their song.
Sam made a puking face.
"Jeez! What is that!" Sam said, covering his eyes.
"We're doing a song from Wicked. Wish me luck!" Rachel said sarcastically.
"Off to Finn's now. If you see his grave being dug, blame it on Burt Hummel." He said, laughing and driving out of Quinn's driveway.
Rachel decided she would text Sam the whole time.
Sam: Jeez, Finn is really pestering me about you.
Rachel: NO WAY! Quinn's doing the same exact thing. Guess we aren't the only ones who have creepy telepathic powers xD
Sam: He just asked if he wanted to be friends again
Rachel: Took the words right out of my mouth fingers. :PP
Sam: Should we be friends with them again?
Rachel: Nahh. All they have to give us is popularity, and who cares about that.
Sam: +raises hand+ not me!
Rachel: (: I love you
Sam: ….
They both ended up sleeping over at Quinn/Finn's houses, and couldn't wait to see how the other's day was.
Rachel walked into school with her hair wet, and just a white shirt and jeans, and Sam still thought she looked amazing.
Sam's hair was messy, and he hadn't even noticed that his shirt was inside out.
"Oh my god. I would rather be living in Japan with the hurricanes and stuff than stay with Quinn again! All she talked about was cheerleading, and church, and DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON PROM!" Rachel said.
"Yeah. I hear you there. All Finn talked about was 'How Great it Was to be QUARTERBACK'. He doesn't even deserve that job on the team. He's more suited to waterboy." Sam said, pulling Rachel in close to him.
'Rachel laughed at that for a little too long. I mean, it wasn't even that funny.'
'Oh well.' Sam thought to himself.
They laced their fingers together and walked to first hour together. They did this to every single one of their classes that they had together. Which wasn't many, because Rachel was in every honors class accept math, and only honors class Sam had was Science. He had this weird talent for remembering elements, and even though he was awful at math, he was on the Science Olympiad Team, and actually did pretty well! The only classes they had together were Science, Math, Vocal Music (Most of the Glee kids did that), Spanish, and Art. You may think that's a lot, but the them, that's not even close to spending enough time together. Jeez. Sam could get lost just staring at her, but then she would look at him with that hilarious face she always made, and then it would end up being a staring contest. Even though Rachel seemed all good and stuff, she really enjoyed pissing teachers off. Especially being smarter than them. And most of the teacher's at McKinley were dumbasses anyways. The only good ones were Ms. Juliard, the art teacher, Holly Holliday, the "whatever class is open" teacher, and then Mr. Schuester.
Sam slept through his whole free period in the bathroom, but atleast it was time for Glee. He found Rachel and Santana in the office, both looking worried. Rachel was even pacing. Santana looked like she had been crying for a while.
"Rachel! Santana! What the hell happened?" Sam shouted, dropping his bag at the front of Figgins' office.
Santana and Rachel burst out crying and were hugging each other.
"Dude! Someone tell me what happened! Who died? What the hell!" Sam yelled.
"Dave Karofsky pushed Artie Abrams down the stairs this morning, and things aren't looking too good." Figgins said solemnly.
"Oh my god, what the hell! I'll kill that bastard!" Sam said, fists clenching. "What did we do to deserve all that has happened in the past few months!" Sam said, falling to the ground, worrying for his best friend. Just then, Will ran into the room.
"Guys, I know that you all are very close to Artie, but I just got back from the hospital, and he is going to be okay. He just had sever whiplash, a concussion, and he needs twenty three stitches." He said. "Do you think you can come back to Glee?"
"I think we're ready." Rachel said, linking arms with her boyfriend and best friend. "As I've always said; if it's heart attack or heartbreak, the show must go on." Rachel said, with a fake smile across her clearly sad expression.
When they walked into the classroom, a song had already started playing, and Puck was clearly supposed to be dressed like Eminem, and Mercedes was obviously Rihanna, but her costume was hilarious.
Puck, Mercedes.
On the first page of our story
the future seemed so bright
then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
even angels have their wicked schemes
and you take that to new extremes
but you'll always be my hero
even though you've lost your mind
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie
Now there's gravel in our voices
glass is shattered from the fight
in this tug of war, you'll always win
even when I'm right
'cause you feed me fables from your hand
with violent words and empty threats
and it's sick that all these battles
are what keeps me satisfied
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave
til the walls are goin' up
in smoke with all our memories
This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry
that you pushed me into the coffee table last night
so I can push you off me
try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy
baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me
then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs, 'cause we're that lucky
together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
you hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'?
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
but together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counselin'
this house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it
with you I'm in my f-ckin' mind, without you, I'm out it
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
but that's all right because I like the way it hurts
just gonna stand there and hear me cry
but that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie
There were a lot of cheers from the kids, but Mr. Schuester clearly didn't like it.
"That song was perfect for your vocal ranges, and Puck, you make a great White-Boy-Rapper, but I'm just not a big fan of the song." Mr. Schuester said. It kind of reminded him of Terri.
"BOOO!"
"Come on Mr. S!"
"Sorry" He said, putting his hands up.
"Our Turn! Our Turn!" Finn said, a little too excited about this performance.
"Okay….." Sam said awkwardly.
They were kinda just standing in the front of the room, as far away from eachother as possible. They didn't even have costumes, which made it THAT much more awkward.
Finn had set up everything so that Quinn wouldn't see this performance
(Sam, Finn, Both)
Every Night She Walks Right In My Dreams
Since I Met Her From The Start
I'm So Proud I Am The Only One
Who Is Special In Her Heart
+(Sam pointed at Rachel and traced a hear in the air)
The Girl Is Mine
The Doggone Girl Is Mine
I Know She's Mine
+(Sam points at himself)
Because The Doggone Girl Is Mine
I Don't Understand The Way You Think
Saying That She's Yours Not Mine
+(Points at Sam, then himself, and shrugs his shoulders)
Sending Roses And Your Silly Dreams
Really Just A Waste Of Time
+(Finn shakes his finger at Sam)
Because She's Mine
+(Finn points at himself)
The Doggone Girl Is Mine
Don't Waste Your Time
Because The Doggone Girl Is Mine
+(They point at themselves)
I Love You More Than He
(Take You Anywhere)
+(Sam stood on a chair)
But I Love You Endlessly
+(Sam jumped off the chair right in front of Rachel)
(Loving We Will Share)
So Come And Go With Me
To One Town
But We Both Cannot Have Her
So It's One Or The Other
And One Day You'll Discover
That She's My Girl Forever And Ever
+(Sam points at himself again)
I Don't Build Your Hopes To Be Let Down
+(Finn points at the ground, and then dips down and comes back up)
'Cause I Really Feel It's Time
I Know She'll Tell You I'm The One For Her
'Cause She Said I Blow Her Mind
+(Sam made the crazy sign by his head)
The Girl Is Mine
+Sam pointed at himself again
The Doggone Girl Is Mine
+(They point at themselves)
Don't Waste Your Time
Because The Doggone Girl Is Mine
+(They point at themselves)
She's Mine, She's Mine
+(They point at themselves throughout this whole section)
No, No, No, She's Mine
The Girl Is Mine, The Girl Is Mine
The Girl Is Mine, The Girl Is Mine
The Girl Is Mine, (Yep) She's Mine
The Girl Is Mine, (Yep) She's Mine
(The two boys were standing on each side of Rachel now, pointing and singing at each other literally OVER her.)
Don't Waste Your Time
Because The Doggone Girl Is Mine
The Girl Is Mine, The Girl Is Mine
+(Spoken)
Sam, We're Not Going To Fight About This, Okay
Finn, I Think I Told You, I'm A Lover Not A Fighter
I've Heard It All Before, Sam
+(Done Speaking)
She Told Me That I'm Her Forever Lover, You Know, Don't You Remember
Well, After Loving Me, She Said She Couldn't Love Another
Is That What She Said?
Yes, She Said It, You Keep Dreaming
I Don't Believe It
The Girl Is Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine
There were a few awkward claps from the students, but Mr. Schuester was standing up wanting an encore.
"MJ and Paul McCartney. Best. Duet. Ever. Great job guys! Wow!" Mr. Schuester said. "Oh, and Sam, I have the news on Artie's condition on my computer, if you want to see it."
Sam followed him into the office.
Finn walked over to Rachel, licking his lips 'Seductively'.
"So, Rachel. What did you think?" Finn said, smoothing his hair back.
"One: You look like a horny idiot when you do that. Please stop. Two: I'm with Sam now! You had your chance! You blew it! And I have finally moved on. And I think you should too. And this is seriously cheating on Quinn. I know that she and I have had our disagreements before, but nobody deserves what you just did to her. Quinn really likes you, and you should go and be with her. You're the All-American couple that everyone wants to see, and you guys deserve each other. Bye Finn." Rachel said, smiling and waving sarcastically. Finn walked off, fighting back anger and tears.
Sam came out of the office and hugged Rachel.
"Santana, will you help me with my costume again?" Rachel asked, dragging her best friend into the locker room.
Back in the choir room, things were still quiet from the awkward moment. Puck broke the silence.
"I'm ready to do my song!" Puck said.
"Okay! Go ahead!" He replied.
(Puck, Finn, Both)
(Puck did a cool little guitar solo before the song)
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking
When you fall everyone stands
Another day and you've had your fill of sinking
With the life held in your
Hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along
So a day when you've lost yourself completely
Could be a night when your life ends
Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving
All the pain held in your
Hands are shaking cold
Your hands are mine to hold
Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
When everything is wrong, we move along
Along, along, along
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along, move along just to make it through
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along, move along just to make it through
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
(Go on, go on, go on, go on)
Right back what is wrong
We move along
Everyone cheered for the performance.
"I'm proud, considering we practiced that for about fifteen minutes." Puck said, laughing.
"That was pretty good guys! Well done!" Mr. Schuester said, giving them a thumbs up.
"But I guess it doesn't even matter what I think, because I have decided to let you guys vote on the best performance."
The room got loud with things like "Vote for me!" And "Theirs was definitely the best!"
Then Quinn walked into the choir room, wearing a tight, pink, sparkly dress, and she had on a crown, and she had a wand in her hand. She made a massive entrance, and it was funny because nobody seemed to notice that she had come into the room. Not even Finn glanced over at her.
"Where's Rachel? We're supposed to be doing our number now!" Quinn whined.
"Aye Aye Captain! At your service." Rachel said, saluting Quinn.
Rachel was painted all green, and she was wearing a simple, blue dress.
"Whoa! Rachel! You look awesome!" Mike Chang said, running up to her to touch one of her arms.
Suddenly everyone looked over, and ran over to Rachel.
"Guys. HelOOOO! I'm here too!" Quinn said, crossing her arms.
"Well Quinn, Rachel looks awesome. You look like a cross between a Loofah, and something my dog threw up after she downed a bottle of Pepto-Bismal." Sam said, smiling at Rachel as she bit her tongue to keep from laughing.
"Let's just start the damn song. Everyone come to the Auditorium." Quinn said, clicking her heels out of the room.
"Okay, I have picked this song, because it is from the musical Wicked, and I am trying out for the role of Glinda in the local musical, and Mr. Addams, is the director, so I'm letting him watch. Is that okay Mr. Schuester?"
"Get on with it lady! This better be good." Mr. Addams said, crossing his legs in disgust.
The curtain pulled up to reveal Quinn and Rachel sitting on a big pink bed, with a dresser behind them, overflowing with clothes from the store, PINK, and other various pink furniture items.
"I bet that's what Quinn's room actually looks like." Sam said. In all the time they went out, she had never let him in her room.
"Nahh. I bet she has more clothes then that." Mike said, earning himself a highfive from Sam.
Some weird music started.
Quinn came around to sit by Rachel, and took her hand.
Quinn began to sing.
Whenever I see someone, less fortunate than I,
And less face it, who isn't? Less fortunate than I? (Quinn shrugged her shoulders)
my tender heart tends to start to bleed.
and when someone needs a makeover,
i simply have to take over!
i know i know exactly what they need!
and even in your case,
though it's the toughest case i've yet to face,
don't worry, i'm determined to succeed!
follow my lead,
and yes indeed, you will be...
POPULAR! you're gonna be popular!
i'll teach you the propper ploys,
when you talk to boys,
little ways to flirt and flounce, ooh!
i'll show you what shoes to wear!
how to fix your hair!
everthing that really counts to be...
POPULAR! i'll help you be popular!
you'll hang with the right cohorts,
you'll be good at sports,
know the slang you've got to know.
so let's start,
'cause you've got an awfully long way to go!
don't be offended by my frank analysis,
think of it as personality dialysis,
now that i've chosen to become a
pal, a sister and advisor,
there's nobody wiser!
not when it comes to...
POPULAR! i know about popular.
and with an assist from me,
to be who you'll be,
instead of dreary who you were...uh, are.
there's nothing that can stop you,
from becoming popular... lar...
la la, la la!
we're gonna make you pop-u-lar!
when i see depressing creatures,
with unprepossessing features,
Like You? Rachel said out of context, and it shocked Quinn
It caused a few laughs in the crowd.
i remind them on their own behalf
to - think - of
celebrated heads of state,
or specially great communicators!
did they have brains or knowledge?
don't make me laugh!
they were POPULAR!
please! it's all about popular.
it's not about aptitude,
it's the way you're viewed,
so it's very shrewd to be,
very very popular like ME!
Rachel cut Quinn off
"You know what, Quinn? I mean Glinda?
I don't WANT to be popular."
"Rachel, what in the hell are you doing?"
Rachel stood up on the bed and started jumping.
"I'M DEFYING GRAVITY!" Rachel yelled, before jumping offstage into a huge set of mattresses that were definitely not put there by Santana and Rachel before the performance.
The crowd laughed for about half an hour; even Mr. Schue and Mr. Addams, while Quinn stood up on the stage in shock and anger.
"So… Did I get the part?" Quinn asked.
"Uhh….. No. But where can I find that other girl? I'd love for her to be in our production of Funny Girl!" Mr. Addams said, running off to find Rachel.
"AHHH!" Quinn screamed, while stomping off the stage with her fists clenched.
"Whoa." A voice came from the door of the auditorium. "What did I miss?"
Everyone turned around to see Artie in the doorway.
"Artie!" Santana yelled, and then everyone came at him like a stampede, accept Quinn of course. Everyone was having a little moment with Artie, but Quinn was having some sort of anger-management breakdown.
She was writhing her hands, and she said.
"I'll get you Rachel Berry, and your little friends too."
She practically smirked out of the auditorium, already thinking of what she could do to get back at her little brunette nemesis.
Okay Sorry for three things
1. Sorry this chapter isnt that fantabulous
2. Sorry it took so long
3. Sorry for all the lines. There were alot of setting changes.
Songs:
When You're Gone- Avril Lavigne, That Girl Is Mine- Paul McCartney and MJ :D, Highway to Hell- ACDC, Alfie- Lily Allen, Bring Me To Life- Evanescence, Friday - Rebecca Black :PP, Move Along- All American Rejects
I think that's it!
Sorry if there were any misspellings or anything.
:D
