Chapter Ten: Seductions
Saturday, Rachel and Kurt just talked in Rachel's room until it was time for Kurt to go home at twelve. Shelby was taking him home when she and Rachel had to go over to the Garcia's house for Amelia's birthday. Shelby had volunteered their assistance to Selene, and while Rachel wasn't overly excited to spend time with a bunch of five and six year olds, she didn't fuss, mainly because her mom had not really punished her for punching Quinn. She had just been lectured about it. Rachel figured she kinda owed her mom this one, and she really like Mrs. Garcia, and had since she was little.
"Does it hurt today?" Kurt asked quietly. Rachel looked at him and shook her head.
"Nah, not really." She told him as a knock at her door alerted them both.
"Come in, Mom." Rachel said, shoving some of the wrappers from the snacks Kurt had brought under the bed.
"I did not just see you shove trash under your bed." Shelby said as she walked into the room.
"Nope." Rachel said cheekily.
"You better have it cleaned out later tonight."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Kurt, do you have everything ready? Rach, did you grab a swimsuit for the party?" Shelby asked as she watched Kurt get up to grab his things to make his way towards the stairs.
"I am not going to swim." Rachel said quickly. Kurt walked out of the room and down the stairs. He didn't really want to be around if Auntie Shel found out about what they did the day before.
Not to mention how they got the money to do it.
"Why not, Rach? You love to swim."
"I just don't, okay? I…you know…I started this morning." Rachel blurted out the only thing that she could think of.
Shelby's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"You were on your period two weeks ago, Rach."
"Well, I don't know why I started! You know way more about it than I do. Its…lighter than normal." She had heard Santana say that once when she had started at the wrong time.
"Well, sweetheart, if you want to swim, there are some tampons in the bathroom. I know you said that you didn't want to try them yet, but…"
Rachel blushed.
"Mom, please, I really don't want to swim. I would rather just help the kids with the games or whatever."
Shelby slowly nodded. Her phone dinged, so her attention was momentarily taken away from her daughter.
"Come on, let's take Kurt home. Here," Shelby handed the phone to the girl, "Quinn is texting. I ask that you give her a chance to explain herself. She might surprise you."
"Are you going to read these messages too? Because I can't guarantee that everything I say is going to be nice, and I don't want to get into trouble." Rachel stated, looking up at her mother.
"You can delete these messages as long as you try to be nice. If I find out you were cursing, or anything else purposely hurtful, you will be in trouble."
"Okay." Rachel said as she took the phone from her mother. She looked down at the messge:
-Rachel, please let me explain everything. Even if you are madder once I am done telling you everything that happened.-
Rachel sighed. It was going to be a long day.
-Fine. Tell me. But I am telling you now that I plan on being angry a bit longer.-
-Okay, I just want to tell you what happened. I know that you are going to Mrs. Garcias…meet me out front so I can tell you everything?-
-Fine. Ten minutes.-
-K.-
Rachel put the phone to sleep and realized that she was outside already. She climbed into the front seat because Kurt had gotten in the back, and she laid her head back, handing the phone back to her mother without bothering to delete the messages. She didn't care if her mom read them or not.
"Well?" Shelby asked.
"She is going to meet me outside at the Garcia's. We are going to talk then she is going to go home."
Shelby nodded her head. She knew that Quinn was grounded, but if the girls were going to talk, then she wouldn't say anything.
"Okay. Please don't hit her again." Shelby said seriously.
"I won't."
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Rachel looked at Quinn. She paid particular attention to the girl's black eye. It was a nice black eye. Rachel was slightly proud of herself since it was the first one she had ever given. Even if her thumb was black and blue and her mother kept picking her hand up to examine it, to make sure that it wasn't getting worse.
Yet, there was still a bit of remorse. She shouldn't have hit Quinn, and she knew it.
"Are you going to talk?" Rachel finally asked.
Quinn nodded.
"It all started when you were sick, Rach. I don't know how it all started for real, but it was like Monday. Puck just all of a sudden said that he didn't want to date me anymore. He said there were other fish in the sea, and since I obviously wasn't committed to him, that he didn't have to be committed to me." Quinn wiped a tear away from her cheek.
"Come to find out, though I only found out yesterday, Puck was told that I slept with Finn. And…Gah this is so hard, Rachel. Tess told me that Puck had the hots for you and she saw you the week before making out with him in the football locker rooms after one of the slushie attacks, and I believed her because no one knows that you go in there. It was rash, I know…but my mind wasn't really thinking. So I went to Finn, and I pushed him up against the lockers, and I started making out with him. Puck saw us and they got into a fight."
Rachel glared at her friend. She was angry. But she was even angrier with Tess Peters.
"Why did you slushie me? You know how much that bothers me." Rachel asked, a tear falling down her face.
Quinn swallowed.
"When you followed me out of the classroom, and then stopped…When I turned around to look at you, Puck had come out. He was walking towards you. That is when I grabbed the slushie from Tess because I thought she's been telling me the truth."
"You suck, Quinn. You know that right? You made me feel like the biggest loser ever. My mom saw everything. And I have tried so hard to keep her from seeing me like that, to keep her from realizing that I am a loser. That she has a loser for a kid." Rachel cried.
"I know that's how you feel, but you're not a loser Rachel. I am so sorry that I made you feel that way. Are…are we still friends?"
Rachel looked over at her for several moments.
"We are friends. But I don't want to be friendly right now. You have hurt me more than anyone else ever has and I need to get over that first. And you can call Finn and tell him that I am through. My mom didn't approve anyways. And you can have him. Besides, sounds like Puck might like to hang out now anyways since you aren't dating him." Rachel said angrily.
With that, Rachel turned around and walked towards the back yard, leaving Quinn standing in the middle of the Garcia's home.
Once she closed the back gate, she leaned heavily against it.
Shelby saw her immediately, and walked over to the young girl.
"Baby girl, are you okay?"
Rachel nodded, and quickly rubbed her eyes. Shelby walked closer to her and took the bottom of her shirt and wiped the tears away from Rachel's face. Rachel leaned into her and smiled.
"Thanks, Mama." Rachel whispered.
"You are welcome, baby. Now come help. There are twenty, five and six year olds out here who need entertained.
Rachel laughed.
"Okay."
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"Sister!" Beth, who was wearing a purple sundress over her swimsuit, yelled, and ran to Rachel, jumping into her arms as she did. Rachel barely caught her, and then grimaced from pain when she did. But Beth wrapped her arms around Rachel and laid her head on her shoulder.
"I missed you so much last night, Sister!" Beth whispered in Rachel's ear.
"Aw, really? Even though I am mean sometimes?" Rachel laughed.
"Yea. I liked spending the night here, but I like staying with you and mommy better."
"Did you have fun with Amelia, though?" Rachel asked, sitting down in the closest empty chair so that she could talk to Beth. Beth was often clingy when she had spent the night away, (as was Rachel, but that was beside the point in Rachel's eyes) but it tended to be worse when she spent the night with a friend instead of a family member.
"Yea, we had fun. What did you do to your hand, sister?" Beth asked, gently picking up Rachel's black and blue hand.
"I just hurt it last night. It will be okay, as long as Mommy doesn't make me go to the doctor."
Beth looked up at Rachel, "You really need to learn to stay of the hospital, Rachie. Aunt Leah said that you get stuck in there more than anyone she knows because sometimes you do silly things. Except last time when you were sick. And that was just scary."
"Aunt Leah said that? Well, I think Aunt Leah is silly. But, between you and me, Sis, she is probably right. I do silly things that I shouldn't and then I get hurt. But I will be okay this time I think."
"Okay, Sister." Beth said, leaning forward and kissing Rachel's nose and then climbing off of her big sister.
"I am going to play now, Rachie. I will see you later!"
Beth ran off and into a group of other little girls. Rachel just smiled. As bratty as Beth could be, and as much as they fought sometimes, she really did love her sister.
Rachel was just about to get up when she looked up and stopped as someone came through the back gate with a little girl with curly black hair. She was wearing a yellow sun dress and was holding the hand of someone.
Then Rachel got a better look.
It was Noah Puckerman and his little sister Krista.
Rachel knew how she was going to get back at Quinn for making out with Finn.
"Hello, Noah." Rachel said, standing up and batting her eyelashes just a tiny bit before she walked over to him.
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Shelby walked into Rachel's room later that night and sat on the side of the bed. Rachel was lying under blankets, one bare leg on the outside of the covers, with her ear buds in her ears. Shelby patted her bare leg as Rachel took her ear buds out of her ears.
"Hey, Mom." Rachel said, moving over closer to her mom and leaned against her.
"Hey, Baby. How did your talk with Quinn go today?" Shelby asked. She hadn't had time to talk to Rachel since the party, which had been over at five. They had come home, had supper, and then she had had to help Beth with her bath and get her to bed.
"I told her that I was still her friend, but she has to give me time to not be angry anymore. I can't help it, Mom. I am still mad at her. I know that I hit her, and maybe that should have made things more even, but it didn't. She knew that she was going to hurt me when she did that. She did a lot of things to hurt me this week and I didn't do anything to her."
"Why didn't you tell me about the slushies, Rach?" Shelby ran her hand through Rachel's hair. Rachel was quiet for a few minutes as tears pricked at her eyes.
"Talk to me, Baby."
"I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to know that…" Rachel stopped talking.
"What didn't you want me to know?" Shelby continued to run her hand through Rachel's hair. It calmed Rachel, and she could tell that Rachel was getting very upset.
"I didn't want you to know that I am loser at school. That I don't have hardly any friends, and those that I do have obviously don't care if they hurt me." Rachel broke down into sobs.
Shelby reached down and wrapped Rachel into a hug. Somehow, Rachel got out from underneath the blankets and crawled into her Mom's lap in a way she hadn't in years. She threw one leg on each side of her mother's legs and was chest to chest with Shelby, her face in her mother's neck and her arms wrapped around her neck. Shelby adjusted Rachel's long t-shirt, as it had twisted slightly when she had moved.
Shelby rocked her back and forth, and patted her back. She could feel the tears of her daughter falling onto her neck.
"Baby, you are not a loser. Your only problem is that you are too big for those people. They are jealous. You are so talented and smart. You are anything but a loser. One day, you are going to do great things. Things that most of those kids at McKinley cannot even imagine. How many of them do you think have the plans and dreams that you have? How many of them would go back to school day after day to face those bullies? But no more. I am not going to let you be bullied by anyone. Not Quinn, and definitely not Tess Peters. You, Rachel Barbra, are not a loser. You are a star." Shelby whispered in her ear.
Rachel sniffed, "Thank you, Mama."
"Are you okay, sweetheart? Truly. Are you okay?"
"Yea, I will be. It's just a lot to take in. I feel like I keep messing up, and I am always doing something to make you angry. I don't like it when you are angry with me. Even when I am upset with you, I hate that I have made you angry."
"Rach, there are always going to be times when you and I do not get along. There are going to be times when you and I fight, or when you do something that gets you into trouble. There will be times when I have to ground you or spank you, or punish you in some other way. But, Rach, you have to remember the most important thing."
"What is that?" Rachel whispered, merely leaning her head against Shelby's shoulder.
"I will always love you. No matter what. You will always have your family, and no matter what you do, I will be there to help you, whether it is to applaud you, chastise you, or to help you back up. I want you to remember that. I love you, Rachel Barbra Corcoran."
They sat like that for another thirty or so minutes before Shelby finally told Rachel that it was time for her to go to bed. Rachel climbed off her mother and into bed.
Shelby bent down and kissed Rachel goodnight. Rachel was asleep before Shelby made it out of her room.
Right before Shelby walked out of the door, she turned and watched her child sleep. Fourteen was such a difficult age, and she wished that she could make it easier on Rachel. For ten minutes, Shelby merely watched Rachel, and then turned and went to bed.
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Rachel looked at the food in front of her. Shelby had cooked a real breakfast since it was Sunday and Rachel was now playing with it. Normally they only ate cereal or toast. But today Shelby had made pancakes, bacons, and eggs. Rachel only had pancakes and bacon…she hated eggs. She hadn't been able to eat an egg since Shelby had tried feeding them to her when she was a baby. According to Shelby, Rachel had made herself gag so much from the tiny piece of egg, that she had thrown up all over Shelby and herself. Shelby had thought it was a fluke, so three weeks later, she had tried it again, the eggs cooked differently, but with the same results.
Beth was the opposite. She loved eggs. The way she ate them was disgusting to Rachel. Beth could get really creative with her food. Shelby always made Beth three eggs, scrambled. If they were eating pancakes and bacon like today, Beth would put the pancakes down first, then crumble the bacon over top of the pancakes, and then put the eggs on top of it. Then she would pour syrup all over it. It made Rachel want to vomit, but Shelby always just told her not to look at Beth's plate.
Like she would want to look at that mess.
"We are eating lunch at Aunt Leah's today, so after you eat breakfast, I want you both to go up and get ready."
Beth nodded, but Rachel looked up at her mom.
"Can I stay here? Please? I don't want to go to Aunt Leah's."
"Why, Rach? You like going over there."
"I know, it's just…you know, Mom…" Rachel hinted.
Shelby's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Mom! Remember, why I didn't want to swim yesterday." Rachel said, exasperated.
Realization dawned on Shelby, "Oh! Well, sweetie, I really wish that you would go."
"I just don't feel like it. Can I please stay here?"
Shelby thought for several moments. They were only going to be gone for a few hours, and they wouldn't be far, only ten minutes away.
"Alright. It will probably be about four thirty before we get back though. But you need to keep your cell phone beside you so that if you fall asleep I can get a hold of you. I can make you something to eat before I leave for lunch…"
"Mama, it is fine. I will just eat a sandwich. Okay?"
"Okay, baby. Do you need some aspirin?"
"Please?"
Shelby nodded and got up and went over to the medicine cabinet by the fridge. She got the aspirin bottle and got out two pills for Rachel and handed them to the girl.
"Thanks, Mama."
"You are welcome, baby." Shelby said with a warm smile.
A smile that almost made Rachel feel bad about what she was planning. But she was going through with it one way or another."
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Rachel watched her mother and Beth pull out of the driveway. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed Kurt's number. Thankfully, the day before was Kurt's last day of grounding.
"Hello?"
"Hey Kurt. I need you to come over. Now. Come make me look older, Kurt."
Kurt didn't like the sound of that.
But he did love a good makeover.
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"Let me cut your bangs." Kurt begged Rachel as he did her makeup. Her eyeliner was on thick and dark, her eye shadow smoky, the rouge on her cheeks rosy. She already looked quite a bit older than her fourteen years, but Kurt was certain that cutting Rachel's bangs would make her look even a bit older.
"Are you sure that this is a good idea, Rach?"
"They are broken up and she made out with my boyfriend. I told her to go for Finn is she wanted because Puck was obviously free to hang out. Besides, Puck is sorta cute. Cut my bangs."
"But, Rach…" Kurt said as he fixed her lips, a little darker than was probably necessary and then cut her bangs carefully.
"What are you doing to wear?" Kurt asked.
Rachel smiled. She loved the fact that her friend was gay, else she would have been too embarrassed to show him.
"Give me a sec. Give me the scissors for a sec."
Rachel took the scissors with her into the bathroom where she had already laid out her clothes. She undressed completely, and then put on a pair of white panties, and a lacy, white, push up bra. She then took a shirt she had taken from her mother's drawers before Kurt got there. It was a baseball shirt, the body of it was white and the sleeves and collar where navy blue. She cut the bottom of the shirt off, and when she put it on, the shirt ended about three inches above her belly button.
She walked out of the bathroom and in front of Kurt.
Kurt's eyes grew wide.
"You are not the Rachel I knew ten minutes ago. Diva, you are going to have to make sure that he knows he isn't here for sex…otherwise…"
"Don't worry, Kurt. I can take care of it." Rachel smiled.
"That tattoo looks great, too, Diva!" Kurt said, getting close to her side and hip to look at the musical notes and lines. It hadn't yet scabbed over; it looked amazing.
"Thanks, Kurt." Rachel said with a smirk.
She was ready.
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Noah Puckerman was many things, pool boy in the summer, seducer all year around…but when he knocked the door at the Corcoran's home, with the knowledge that only Rachel was there, he was something else entirely.
He wasn't sure why he had never seen it. Why he had never paid closer attention, but Rachel Corcoran was…well, she was hot!
Rachel had opened the door wearing nothing but underwear and a skimpy shirt, a tootsie pop in her hand. Every few seconds she would lick the sucker and it had Puck more than a little hot and bothered.
And he didn't get hot and bothered.
"Come in, Noah…We can go hang out in my room." Rachel said, batting her eyelashes a couple times.
Puck merely nodded and followed her through the house, barely remembering to shut the door behind him.
He watched her ass as she climbed the stairs ahead of him and then he noticed the tattoo on her side and hip.
That was why she had wanted the fake ids that he had made for her and Hummel.
It was pretty big, musical notes and the five lines that one could find on sheet music…only it was twisted around and outlined in white. It was pretty cool. Puck had to admit, he hadn't thought she'd have the guts to go through with getting a tattoo at all.
They walked into her bedroom and Rachel sat on her bed.
"Just so you know, Noah, I'll hang out with you, we can make out, you can cop all the feel you want…but I will not sleep with you, Noah." Rachel told him.
Puck nodded dumbly then walked over to Rachel and leaned down to kiss Rachel, full on. While he was doing that, he pulled his shirt over his head, taking his head away from Rachel only for a few moments.
They made out for a few moments, but then he stopped, without a word, and pulled Rachel off the bed. He laid down on the bed and then pulled Rachel down on top of him.
He swallowed. Seriously, had anyone known just how hot Corcoran was?
Rachel sat just above Puck's hips, and leaned down to begin a heavy makeout session with him.
Before long, Puck's hands had found places to roam. His left was under the skimpy t-shirt Rachel had on, cupping her breast, and the right one was down the back of her panties cupping her ass. With tongues battling for dominance, they were in their own little world.
Suddenly, Rachel felt something grab her arm, her body practically flying through the air, Puck's hands ripped away from her body. Rachel, almost in midair, had had to grab her panties so that they didn't get pulled off. It had been a reflex.
"What in the Hell is going on in here?"
The voice was angry, and the grip on Rachel's arm was tight.
Rachel swallowed, trying to get brave enough to finally look up into the face that belonged to that angry voice.
AN: Whew...I know I have said this before, but I am nervous about this chapter. This chapter has actually been half written since before I started to post this story. It was always going to happen.
A few facts: Rachel's tattoo. It is rather large, but I imagine it about as big as one I have on my back. It took a little less than two hours to do, and it is pretty intricate at about twelve or so inchs high and six or so inches wide with words and stuff around it. Rachel's would have taken about that long, and since Shelby was gone from about 4:00 to 7:30, it would work. And, it is possible to hide tattoos...lol I have hid one from my parents for two years, and it is in a much more obvious place than Rachel's is...not that Rach's is necessarily hidden now lol
Also, relationship wise. While I am not going to go into detail, remember, that Rachel is not allowed to date at all, so technically she cannot have a relationship with anyone. She is only fourteen.
To the reviewer who hoped that both Quinn and Rachel had NOT had sex yet...they haven't. They are really young, and I want to keep some things simple. Rachel thinks what she did with Puck was simple, that it was, more or less, making things right. She sees too much right now in black and white. Don't worry, when Mama finds out how her dear child views things, it will be corrected.
One last thing, I am going to put a link to my Photobucket banners for this story n my profile page. There is one for this chapter...Yes, Rachel looks hella older...but if you have seen Toddlers and Tiaras...you know that it is possible to make an eight year old look 25, so I imagine Kurt as very successful...anyways, the new banner, along with the two previous ones I have made, are there. They are not my best work, but they are okay...I'd still love to know what you think. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews. I will leave off now and begin the next chapter...which Rachel may more may not live through...what do you think;)