10 Things I Hate About Glee

Summary: AU Quinn is the most popular girl at McKinley High. Her sister Rachel is something else entirely. For Finn, it's a problem. For Puck it's a challenge. And for Rachel, its about time. Based on the movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own 10 Things I Hate About You or Glee

Eleven

Those 10 Things

Rachel's head was buzzing. She had the entire weekend to think about what had happened. For some strange reason it made perfect sense. Puck approaching her randomly and nevering giving up when she turned him down. All of this was so that her worst enemy, Victor, could try and get with Quinn. She had fallen for everything. She was more angry at herself more than anyone else. This was why she stayed by herself, she hated all men and refused to try and be like everyone else. You get hurt.

She was sitting silently on the front porch of her house, swinging aimlessly on the large bench swing. She looked up when Quinn came out of the front door with a cup of milk for her.

"Thanks…"

"Are you sure you don't want to go with us? Finn and I are going sailing," Quinn said as Finn pulled up in front of the house.

"No, it's okay, you two go ahead," she replied and her sister nodded, walking towards Finn's car. Just as they were driving off Dr. Chin stepped out onto the front porch.

"Where is Quinn going?"

"To meet bikers, big ones. Full of sperm."

"Funny…" he replied dryly, noticing that she was just staring off into the distance. "So tell me about this prom, was it hoppin'?"

She rolled her eyes as he sat down next to her. She didn't want to say anything. It was the worst night of her life. She had finally met someone so sweet and nice and turns out that he was the worst person on earth. He had only been around her because he was getting paid to do it. It drove her crazy to think about all of the stupid crap that she had gone through, how embarrassed she had made herself.

"Parts of it," she replied, thinking about the moment when Victor announced it to everyone that she was being dated for money, and then the thought of Puck trying to kiss her on the stairs.

"Which parts?" her father asked, interrupting the thoughts of Puck, which she was thankful for.

"The part where Quinn beat the hell out of some guy," she said, taking a drink of her milk and her father stared at her.

"Quinn did what?"

"What?" she asked, seeing his shock, "Afraid I've rubbed off on her?"

"No… impressed actually," he said, and she stared at him. This was the first time she had ever seen her father so calm. He seemed like a completely different person. She went back to her milk and he sighed audibly.

"Rachel… we never talk. You never really have let me be there for you since you were little. Quinn tells me everything, but you've always been strong, independent, I've felt pretty useless these past ten or so years…"

"Daddy…" she replied, not really wanting to hear him talk about this.

"So when you go to Julliard, it's going to be really hard for me to look out for you."

She looked up at him in complete surprise.

"W-When I go?" she asked, almost dropping her cup.

"Don't tell you me you've changed your mind," he said, trying to look fatherly, "I've already sent them a check."

She gasped loudly and set down her cup to throw her arms around her father in a hug. She was so happy, she was actually going to do what she wanted. Her father was actually going to accept that she wanted to get away, do something greater with her life. She was about to cry. There was only one thing left that was making her feel like she had an anchor around her neck.

Mr. William Sheuster was a nice teacher, and after the incident with Sue Sylvester and a student with epilepsie, it was decided that he would take over teaching English. It was his assignment that Rachel sat down to writing after she had thought the entire weekend through. After talking with her father, after seeing Quinn so happy, she needed to get through it. It was from a sonnet of Shakespeare's and she was going to have to write her own poem that was based off of it. She knew what she wanted to say. He was in the same class. She had never become so aware of him until these past few weeks.

She pulled out a pen and wrote for an entire hour, three sheets already in the trash. This was her chance to say what she needed to say. She wanted to sing it, but that wasn't allowed. She needed a poem. Finally it came to her. She had been wanting to say something and here it was. She quickly wrote it down and went to sleep, thinking of little else than Monday morning.

"Alright, who wants to be the brave one and read theirs out loud?" Mr. Shue asked, looking around the sea of faces. None stirred and Puck looked over at Rachel as her hand slowly went up.

"I'll go," she said, looking around to see that there was no one else. Mr. Shue nodded his head and watched her walk up to the front. She opened the notebook she was holding and she took a long sigh inward. This was what the frustration and the hurt and the anger had been building up to. This moment was when she was going to express the pain, torment and depression she had been experiencing since hearing those words from Victor's mouth. She looked at the lines and slowly began.

I hate the way you talk to me,

And the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

Puck watched her and she didn't look anywhere else but her page and then at him. He knew she was talking about him. He knew that she was angry. He watched her intently.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

It even makes me rhyme.

Someone in the back of the classroom giggled and she smiled a little. This wasn't going too terribly bad, but she was only a few verses in.

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

That was the line she started to lose her composure. The rest of it was only downhill. She could feel her tears beginning to well up and luckily she had memorized the poem or she might have not been able to finish it. She took a gasp of air in before continuing. Puck didn't say anything.

I hate it when you're not around,

Or the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate it that I don't hate you,

Not even close.

Not even a little bit.

Not even at all.

She closed the notebook and rushed out of the room, everyone still watching her. She didn't know what to do. It had been too much. She had tried so hard. She just couldn't face him, she was in love with him. No matter how much she tried to deny it. She loved Noah Puckerman, the lying, cheating bastard was all she wanted.

Rachel didn't know where she was going. She just walked. She found herself at her car and realized she had just run out of the class. Rachel Berry was a smart girl, she didn't just rush out of class crying. She wiped her eyes and opened her car door to see something sitting in the seat. A shinning white guitar, the one she had been looking at the day she and Puck on gone on their one date. She stared at in astonishment.

"Like it?"

Rachel turned around to see Puck standing there, a little breathless, probably from running. He had run after her.

"Is it for me?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Well, I thought you could use it for that band you wanted to start," he said, looking down at the guitar. She smiled at him. She couldn't hate him to save her life.

"I'm sorry… I didn't exactly have the money to buy it… so I had to use what was left of this douche's money. He paid me to take out this amazing girl, and for some ungodly reason I fell for her," he said, putting on the smooth charm and she started to smile. She was never going to be able to hate him as much as she wanted to. Probably why she said so in her poem.

"You know you can't always buy me a guitar every time we have a fight," Rachel said, taking almost a fighting stance with her hands on her hips. He reached up to play with a strand of her long black hair.

"Yeah, I know, but who knows, I might buy you a drum set next time," he said, and before she could protest he pulled her into one of those movie-ending kisses, the kind when the music starts and the credits begin to role. One of those. The kind that made you feel like they were never ever going to be separated ever again. Rachel always liked those kisses at the end of the movie. It was nicer that way.

The End.

(Insert cheesy love song here.)

Credits…

Kat Stratford… Rachel Berry

Patrick Verona… Noah "Puck" Puckerman

Cameron James… Finn Hudson

Bianca Stratford… Quinn Frabray

Michael… Artie

Joey Donnor… Victor Savage

Mandella… Tina C

Chasity… Santana

Walter Stratford… Dr. Chin

Mr. Morgan… Mr. William Shuester

Ms. Perky… Emma Pillsbury

Bogie Lowenstein… Kurt Hummel

- What did you think? Finally got through the whole movie. While writing this I realized that the movie makes you fill in most of the blanks yourself, they don't exactly help you out. Thanks for all of the reviews and favs. Thanks for reading!

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