To Death Do Us Part
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 10
Santana Lopez handed Rachel her red and white Cheerios practice shorts and the white racer back MCKINLEY CHEERIOS tank top with the red font across the chest. Rachel stared at the tiny shorts, knowing that with Santana's thicker waist, the shorts were going to hug her ass in ways that her own clothes never did and be way too short for the school dress code, but she entered a stall and slid the short on, removing her skirt and tugging off her stained top before pulling on the tank top, marveling at how tight the tank top was as it stretched across her boobs.
"I figured those would fit you, because they're mine from last year, before I lost the weight and got the boob job, although the shorts might just be-damn," Santana gasped as Rachel stepped back into the bathroom, crossing her arms self consciously over her chest before grabbing Puck's jacket from the sink and tugging it on, wrapping it tightly around her. "No wonder tweedle dee and tweedle dumb are fighting each other for you," She said, shaking her head. "You've got a nice little body there, Berry-and coming from me? That's a compliment of the best kind," She explained.
"Thanks, San-for the outfit, not the compliment. I mean, thanks for that as well, but-well, you know what I mean," Rachel said, completely flustered as she blushed from the attention. She'd never had a friend to help her before. She usually had to try her best to get the stains out of her clothes before using the dryer to dry them off and put them back on, wearing them for the rest of the day. She was grateful to have somebody helping her out after another one of the mindless slushy attacks, and she shared a small smile with Santana before brushing out her long locks and pulling them into a high ponytail. She was still wearing her knee socks, after removing the ice from them and drying them off, and she had taken off her now-sticky shoes and replaced them with a pair of sneakers she'd had in her locker for gym classes.
"There you two are! I've been looking for you-when the hell did Rachel Berry become a cheerleader?" Kurt marveled, his jaw dropping as he entered the girls' bathroom, his usual melo dramatics taking over the room and making it seem much too small for the three teenagers in there. "Well, actually, that's not the most important thing she had to worry about. Mercedes was murdered the other day-did you guys watch the news this morning?" Kurt asked.
"First of all-I know you're probably more of a girl than Rachel or me and that you're most likely not welcome in the boys' room, but that does not give you the right to come barging into the girls' bathroom, just because you need to find Berry and me," Santana began with her usual bitchy tone in place. "Secondly, you can not come storming in here yelling at us for not watching the news and talking complete nonsense. What the hell do you mean that Mercedes was murdered yesterday? Don't tell us something drastic like that only to turn around and ask us a question as common and mundane as if we watched the news this morning. Frankly, it's a bit insulting, just like if your GPS were to tell you to go straight, or I were to ask you if you actually had a dick," Santana smirked.
"Santana!" Rachel blurted out, covering her mouth to hide the laughter that she knew was about to come. After all, clearly Kurt was distressed, and while she knew Santana well enough by now to know that Santana expressed her grief and panic by being an even bigger bitch than she already was, she also knew that Kurt wouldn't handle it very well.
"You know, homosexuality is found in about four hundred and fifty different species, yet homophobia is found in only one. So, which one do you think is the problem?" Kurt wondered, cocking an eyebrow at the latino.
"Oh, he did not just call me a homophobic! I'm going to go all Lima Heights on his ass right now-does he know that I keep razor blades in my hair? I will cut him with the blades that are all up in here!" She threatened about to lunge for him, only to be stopped by Rachel reaching an arm out to hold her back, without really trying anything with it.
"Santana!" Rachel said sternly. She turned towards Kurt. "Now, finish your story, alright?" She asked with a sigh. Trying to keep Kurt and Santana from killing one another was going to be harder than trying to stay alive when there was clearly a killer on the loose, going after Glee Club members. And, honestly, Rachel wasn't sure she needed any added stress, what with keeping Santana's secret, Brittany's death, her horrid break-up with Finn, and Puck's over protective reaction towards it. Yet, here were two fresh drops of drama just being sprinkled to her life.
"Woah-Berry, if I'd known you were going to look like that in my jacket, I would have given it to you a long time ago," Noah Puckerman grinned as he made his way towards Rachel, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he joined her, matching her stride for stride as they walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. "Although, I think my bad ass reputation might be fading a little. Boys are still actually checking you, despite the fact that you're wearing my jacket," He frowned, glaring at Jacob Ben-Israel with enough force behind it to cause him to whimper and look away from the pair. His glares weren't enough to stop David Karofsky from slapping Rachel's ass and calling out inappropriate comments to her as he passed by with Azimio-who's last name was unbeknownst to Puck, despite the fact they'd been on a team together for years.
"Don't freaking touch her, Karofsky," Puck growled, stopping his strides, causing Rachel to stop as well, and turning around to face the arrogant football player. "And don't talk to her or about her like that again," He said, narrowing his eyes as they remained locked on the husky boy standing before him.
"She's your new play thing then? So soon after her break-up? Damn, Puckerman, never thought you'd want to be the rebound guy..." Karofsky said, a smirk on his face that bothered Puck.
Since when did people think they could so much as look at what was marked as his? And since when did they think she could go as far as to actually touch a girl when Puck was allowing her to wear his jersey? And to actually stand there and defy him, answering back to him as if he wasn't afraid? That was not how McKinley ran. People were supposed to cower in fear at him, not stand up for themselves when Puck was threatening them and working on making them feel miserable.
"He just moves fast-and so does she. She's a slut," Finn Hudson called over his shoulder as he walked by with Quinn Fabray, the perfect blonde cheerleader that she was clinging to his side with his long, lanky arm around her slim, slender waist. Puck shuddered as he remembered when he'd been the one who obeyed Quinn's every command in order to avoid a fight. He could still remember when he'd actually wanted the blonde haired bitch with the bad personality and the ugly heart. Well, now that was clearly Finn's problem and Puck couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for the idiot. He just considered himself one lucky son of a bitch, because he'd moved onto bigger and better things.
"At least she didn't cheat on you with me. She never slept with me, got pregnant with my kid, and then lied about it," Puck called after Finn, sensing how Rachel tensed at his words and the sight of Quinn walking as if she were once again the queen of the world, just because she was with Finn Hudson.
"I remember her lying because she thought you were a Lima Loser," Finn called back over his shoulder, tightening his grip on Quinn.
"Hey, Hudson-just remember-I let you off easy last time because Rachel told me to. Next time? Well, I won't be stupid enough to keep her around when I'm ready to kick your ass, and I most likely won't listen to her if she does try to get me to stop. So shut the hell up before I snap and start punching your face in right now. Because I doubt your girlfriend's going to keep you around if you've got a fact that's any uglier than the one you've got now!" Puck said. He didn't yell it. He didn't say it in any way to make himself seem intimdating. Instead, he just spoke the words. But Finn sped up, dragging Quinn away, and he didn't respond.
"You don't have to keep defending me, you know," Rachel told him as they started walking again. "And you don't need to surrender friendships just because you've decided to be chivalrous," She explained.
"I ain't chivalrous," Puck muttered, shaking his head as his arm started to slid from her shoulders, down towards her waist.
"Do you know what that word means?" Rachel asked him, tilting her head up with a playful smile on her face. She found it easy and natural to tease him, despite anything that was happening around them. Still, she could only hear Kurt's panic and fear when he'd told her and Santana what he'd learned when he'd visited Mercedes house the previous day. "Did you hear about Mercedes?" She asked, her tone turning serious and her face matching.
Way to kill a mood, Puck thought bitterly, pulling her tighter to him.
"Yeah, I was hoping you hadn't yet. Are you alright?" He asked, knowing that the two divas with the loud, powerful voices had slowly been working their way towards becoming good friends. She nodded, giving a shrug that implied that she wasn't about to break down anytime soon, but she wasn't actually okay. "Anyways, they're saying there must be some sort of killer on the loose-frankly, it strikes me as a horror movie type of thing, but, I guess there's gotta be some sense of reality to them," He shrugged.
"Well, if there's any reality to those horridly crude movies, you're screwed," Rachel shrugged, trying to lighten the mood up once again. SHe didn't want Puck to have to be a person she spoke seriously with. She liked him being her rock-the person she could goof around with and act like a child wish, forgetting about her fears for a little while and just have a little bit of stress-free fun for once in her life, not caring about what anybody thought or would say, or how it could affect her future.
"What's that mean?" He frowned.
"Well, not only are you the notorious bad boy-who always either gets framed for the crime, is the actual killer, or dies almost immediately-you've broken all of the rules," She said simply.
"And what are those rules?" He asked.
"Well, you can't ever have sex," She told him simply, causing him to laugh a little bit. "And you mustn't drink or do drugs," She said. He scoffed at that one.
"I think I'm safe-after all, only girls have been killed so far," He shrugged it off, knowing that she was just playing with him, but wanting to get onto a brighter topic.
"And then, you can't go off on your own or say that-"She continued on, acting as if she hadn't heard him at all.
"Well, if we can't be alone, I guess I'm going to have to come move into your house until they catch this psycho," He sighed, shaking his head as if this were a terrible situation.
"What happened to being safe?" Rachel teased.
"Hell, it's better safe than sorry, isn't it?" He asked her, loving how she giggled and bumped her hip against his as they walked.
