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"You better have a good fucking explanation for this, Fabray. Me and Britt were 'bouts to get our mack on."
Quinn had gone straight to Santana's house after getting the Latina's ominous text. She had to stop her from doing whatever it was she was planning to do to Rachel. It was her job to look out for her now.
Her bodyguard.
"Look, I'm sorry for barging in here after what I said to you in glee, but I really need to talk to you," Quinn told her.
The two of them were standing in the foyer of Santana's house. Nobody was home except Santana and Brittany. The Latina's parents worked a lot so they were never home. With her mother working for a billion dollar enterprise and her father being a surgeon, they were never really home.
"Fine," grumbled the Latina. "Let's go upstairs."
Quinn followed Santana up the stairs and into her room. Lying in the center of Santana's bed was the blonde's other best friend, Brittany.
"Hey Q!" the tall girl smiled. She hopped off the bed and hugged the head Cheerio. Quinn was glad Brittany wasn't upset with her like Santana was. Brittany could never be mad at anybody.
"Hey Britt," Quinn hugged back. The two separated and Brittany grabbed her hand to lead her to the bed. Santana rolled her eyes. She couldn't understand why her girlfriend was being so nice to Quinn after she practically humiliated her in front of the glee club.
Whatever, I don't care, she thought.
"So what do you need to talk to me about? If you came to tell me why you were being such a bitch in glee than forget about it. I don't give a shit," Santana told her.
Quinn rolled her eyes. It was typical of the Latina to put up a front. If she didn't care about what happened in glee then she wouldn't have stormed out. The blonde didn't feel like arguing with her about it so she was just going to get to the point.
"It's not about that. It's about the text you sent me," she told her.
Santana smirked. She knew the text would get some kind of reaction out of her.
"Oh yeah? What about it?" the she asked nonchalantly. Her cool façade wasn't as impressive as Quinn's. The blonde always knew when she was hiding behind it.
"You have to stop whatever it is you're planning," Quinn told her.
It wasn't what Santana was expecting to hear.
"Why the hell would I do that?" she narrowed her eyes at the head Cheerio. Something was going on. There had to be a reason why Quinn was suddenly interested in being Rachel's buddy. It was her idea to torment the brunette in the first place.
"Because I wouldn't mess with Rachel if I were you." Quinn told her.
"Is that a threat?" Santana hissed.
The blonde shook her head. She didn't mean for it to come out as a threat. She was just warning her.
"No, it's not a threat. It's a warning. Her dad knows about everything that has been going down at school," she barked back.
At first Quinn wasn't sure how she was going to handle the situation. She knew she was going to have to tell Santana something. There were two routes the blonde had considered. The first one was to tell the Latina about the arrangement. She didn't like keeping secrets from her best friend. The second route was to tell Santana that Mr. Berry was going to go to Mr. Figgins if they didn't stop what they were doing to Rachel. Quinn thought it was the best out of the two. She really wanted to tell Santana about the arrangement but she couldn't do it. She couldn't risk it. Santana was her best friend, but sometimes she crossed lines. There was no doubt in Quinn's mind that the Latina would use that bit of information against her if anything bad ever happened between them. Santana was resentful and she wouldn't hesitate to tell Rachel.
It's only for two months. I can keep this to myself for two months, Quinn assured herself.
"What the hell are you talking about, Q?" Santana demanded. She figured the blonde was lying to scare her. There was no way the dwarf went to her father.
"Billionaire Berry knows about the slushie facials, San. And it wasn't the midget who told him either, he assured me of that," Quinn explained.
She had thought it out thoroughly. Keeping Rachel's name out of it was the best thing to do. The less Rachel was involved the better. Besides, she really didn't know who it was that told him. He didn't mention it, but she doubted it was Rachel. She really was too nice.
"So you talked to him?" Santana questioned as she paced the floor of her bedroom.
Quinn watched as the Latina walked around the room. The blonde herself was acting cool as cucumber sitting on the bed. Brittany was lying next to her watching cartoons―completely oblivious to the conversation.
"Yeah, he stopped me on my way home. He was pissed," Quinn said convincingly. "He told me he was going to tell Figgins and our parents if we didn't stop. I couldn't let him do that so I told him we would."
"Fuck!" Santana exclaimed.
"Yeah, so it's better if we just back off. We're not going to be her friend; we're just calling off the slushies. That's it," the blonde told her.
Santana sat on the bed with a frustrated sigh. "Who the fuck told him? If it wasn't the hobbit then who was it?" she wondered.
Quinn had to come up with something fast before the Latina began an investigation. She loved looking into things.
"I don't know. But think about it. There are tons of kids at school who have parents who work for Berry. Even some of the Cheerios on the squad have a parent who works for him. It could have been anybody, San."
Santana looked absolutely pissed. Only one week and already everything had gone to shit.
"Well if I ever find out who it was I'm gonna go all Lima heights on their sorry ass," she scowled. "I was actually looking forward to the slushy shower I had planned on Monday."
Quinn shuddered at the thought. She finally had a chance to make her dream come true and go to Yale. Sadly, the only person standing in the way of that happening was her best friend. The rest of the school population she could handle, but Santana was a wild card. She might be ok with not slushing Rachel, but she was definitely going to make up for it somehow.
"Let's just stay away from her for a while. It's not like there aren't other people you can torment. I'm pretty sure Jewfro enjoys it when you cuss at him in Spanish," the blonde teased. "I think he pretends your talking dirty to him or something."
Santana's face scrunched up in disgust and laughed. Just like that they were friends again. Quinn liked it when Santana wasn't a bitch. She was actually quite the human being when she wasn't tormenting other people. It was rare to see that side of her. Only Quinn and Brittany ever really got a taste of it.
Both Santana and Quinn lied back on the bed next to Brittany. While the taller blonde continued to watch her favorite cartoon, the other two girls turned to each other.
"So today in glee club, what was up with that?" Santana asked. She was truly concerned with the way the blonde had acted. It wasn't like Quinn to publically humiliate her best friend.
Quinn smirked, "So you do care?"
"Answer the question, Fabray," Santana scowled.
Quinn chuckled but her humorous expression soon changed into a much somber one.
"Nothing, I was just in a bad mood. Things at home aren't really getting better," she sighed. Quinn figured she'd use her home situation as an excuse. It was her excuse for everything lately.
Santana nodded inaudibly. She was well aware of what was happening in the Fabray household. She'd seen Judy Fabray down several glasses of Vodka. She's seen her step outside of her home with dark sunglasses on to hide her bloodshot eyes. She'd seen her lay on her couch hung over while she and Quinn cooked her breakfast. It was terrible and there was nothing she could do to make it better.
"Q, if you don't want to go home you can always stay here. Stay all weekend if you want. You know my parents don't mind," Santana offered.
Quinn smiled, "Thanks, San. I might just take you up on that."
The Latina grinned. "You're my best friend, you know that right?"
Quinn laughed, "Of course. I still remember you beat up Bethany Hamilton in the fifth grade because she told the entire class she was my best friend instead of you."
"Ugh," Santana groaned. "I remember that bitch. Thank god she moved during middle school. I don't think I would have been able to put up with her in high school."
Both girls laughed.
"What about me?" Brittany spoke up. The two girls hadn't been paying attention to the taller blonde since she was preoccupied watching cartoons. She was staring at Quinn and Santana with such big, innocent eyes.
"You're our best friend too, Britt," Quinn reached over and hugged Brittany, trapping Santana in the middle.
"You know, if we weren't such good friends and I didn't look at you like a sister, this would totally be hot," Santana told Quinn. The blonde scrunched up her nose and let go of the Latina. She was slightly disturbed by the image. Not because Brittany and Santana were girls, but because they truly were the best of friends.
"Ok, enough lady hugs. Let's watch something," Quinn announced. The three girls sat up on the bed with their backs up against the head board of Santana's bed.
"What do you want to watch, Britt Britt," Santana asked her girlfriend. It was always Brittany's choice when they were at Santana's house. She was whipped.
"Um… what about Finding Nemo? I never get to see the ending. We always end up having sexy times and with Q here I can finally see it," Brittany answered.
Santana blushed fiercely.
Quinn chuckled at how flushed the Latina was. "Finding Nemo it is!" she cheered. Her mood had finally brightened up. She just hoped it would stay that way.
XxX
Back at the Berry household Hiram and Rachel were getting ready to sit down for dinner. Since Quinn's visit, Hiram had been paying extra attention to Rachel. He had a lot of questions he wanted answered, one of them being why Rachel was so fond of Quinn. He didn't have to be observant to see it. His daughter was clearly fond of the Cheerio for some reason. It baffled him because she was being bullied by her.
The way Rachel was with Quinn was something along the lines of Stockholm syndrome, except Rachel had never been kidnapped or taken hostage. But she was victimized. Traumatic bonding, that's what it was. He had read about it once, how someone could have an emotional tie with another person who hurts them physically or emotionally. Hiram was starting to think he was looking too much into it but he couldn't help but be concerned. He didn't want his daughter to be too compassionate towards those who only wanted to hurt her.
"Daddy, are you ok? You've been very quiet."
Hiram was pulled out of his thoughts by Rachel. She was sitting across from him at the kitchen table. They were having Italian. It was Rachel's favorite.
"Yeah sweetie, I just have a lot on my mind. How was school today? We really haven't had time to talk since I got home."
He was going to try and find out as much as he could about Quinn from Rachel. He wanted to know what the brunette really thought about her. Hopefully she wouldn't lie to him.
"Fine. I know Quinn's visit was a bit unexpected. I hope you're not upset that she was here. I wasn't sure if you allowed visitors," Rachel said as she sipped on her water. She seemed a bit nervous.
"Of course it's ok, sweetheart. I don't mind if you have friends over," Hiram told her. He knew how important it was for kids to socialize. He wasn't going to keep Rachel from being a normal kid. Quinn mentioned Rachel had several friends. He hoped the tiny brunette would bring them over so he could meet them.
"You can bring over your friends whenever you want, but no boys in your bedroom. I understand that I might not always be home so I won't restrict you from having friends over; I just don't want any boys in your room. Got it?"
Rachel rolled her eyes at him and smiled, "Of course daddy, but what about Kurt? He's the closest friend I have here and probably the only one I think of inviting over in the future."
Hiram raised a brow, "Are you sure he's gay?"
The tiny brunette laughed, "Yes! He's probably more into guys than I am."
"Ok, ok, I guess I can make an exception," he chuckled. "But the first time you bring him over I better be here to meet him. I want to meet all of your friends. So far I've only met Quinn."
"I doubt you'll be seeing more of Quinn," Rachel mumbled. It was just loud enough for Hiram to hear it. He was instantly intrigued.
"Oh? And why is that?" Hiram asked nonchalantly. He was finally getting somewhere in regards to Quinn.
"Well Quinn and I aren't really friends. We're more like acquaintances," she explained.
Hiram noticed how Rachel wasn't making much eye contact with him.
"And would you like to be friends with Quinn?" he continued to interrogate.
Rachel stayed quiet for a moment before responding, "Yes, but it's unlikely we'll ever reach that point in our relationship. Quinn's the most popular girl at school and I'm the new girl. The odds aren't exactly in my favor, daddy," she told him.
It was clear to Hiram how low Rachel's self-esteem really was. The Rachel he knew was so confident and full with self-esteem.
"Well I think it's highly possible, sweetie. You've only been here a week. I guarantee you that by the end of the month, you'll be friends with more than half of the senior class. You're sweet, you're pretty, and you're smart. Who wouldn't want to be friends with you?"
Hiram watched as Rachel's entire face turned a violent shade of red. He grinned when her smile almost covered her entire face. She was smiling so big it lit up the entire room.
"I must have inherited my charm from you then," Rachel teased.
Hiram laughed, "Yeah, but don't tell your mother. She'll fight us on that for hours."
The tiny brunette giggled. "Speaking of mom, have you spoken to her?" she asked. The last time she spoke to Shelby had been on Monday when she got out of school.
Hiram nodded, "Yeah, I actually spoke to her today. She's been very busy. I'm sure she'll call you soon. When did she say she'd call you again?"
"She told me she'd call me this weekend. She told me they were very busy shooting. I understand so I'm not upset that we can't speak as frequently as we want to. I just miss her. She said if they gave her a break from shooting she would visit."
"That would be great," Hiram smiled. "Your mom hasn't been here in years. She might have to go incognito for a little bit but I'm sure you and I can make her time here worthwhile."
"Definitely!" Rachel beamed. The idea of having both her parents with her made her incredibly happy.
"So what do you have planned for us this weekend, daddy? No more shopping sprees I hope. We almost bought out the entire mall last weekend," Rachel giggled.
Hiram rolled his eyes, "You're no fun. Girls your age should be dying to go on shopping sprees every weekend. Besides, we still have the bigger cities to hit up. They have some really nice boutiques."
"I'm starting to think you're the one that wants to go shopping, daddy," Rachel raised a brow.
"You caught me, I'm a big shopaholic," he raised his hands in surrender. Rachel laughed and shook her head. Her dad was such a goof.
"To be honest sweetheart, I don't really have anything planned. I just thought we could do something here at home. We can stay indoors and watch movies or we can even go outside. I really like spending time with you, kiddo. You're the best part of my day," Hiram smiled adoringly.
Rachel couldn't help but smile back. She loved spending with her dad and a weekend at home sounded pretty good to her. She figured there wasn't much to do in Lima anyway besides visit the mall. And here at home she could do anything she wanted. Her backyard was a forest for god's sake. She could only imagine the endless adventures she could have back there. She could go for a walk, she could go to the lake and maybe take a book and read it lakeside, or she could even go for a swim. It all seemed like a fantasy for some reason. She had lived her entire life in the city. She wasn't used to this. It was like she was living life in a fairytale. All she needed was her prince to come rescue her from the torture of being lonely. Where was her knight in shining armor?
XxX
Rachel spent the entire weekend as planned. She and her father spent most of it exploring the backyard. It had come as a surprise to Rachel when her father told her he had never taken the time to explore his own backyard since he moved into the house. He hadn't had much time to do anything in his home really.
It really saddened Rachel at first because it only showed her how busy her father had been before she came to stay with him. She didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing that he was taking time off for her. She really wanted to spend time with him but she didn't want it to affect his work. But by the end of the weekend none of that mattered to her because she had had such a wonderful time with her dad that she was grateful to have him. It was as if they were best friends again, just like they were when she was a kid.
But the peaceful bubble she had created over the weekend had burst when she woke up for school Monday morning. She had to go back to McKinley and she had no idea what was waiting for her there.
Since Rachel didn't know whether she would be slushied or not, she grabbed a set of extra clothes just in case and stuffed it in her book bag. It was something very similar to what she was currently wearing. She was actually thinking of taking a trip to the mall so she could get more matching outfits. There were only so many combinations she could use before her friends would start to notice.
Once she slipped on her shoes she grabbed her book bag and headed out to school. Her dad had already left for work and she wasn't very hungry. It was one of the few times she had ever skipped breakfast. She just wasn't hungry.
When she arrived at McKinley she put on a brave face and walked in. She went immediately up to the second floor to grab her book for English. She and Kurt usually met up by his locker so she was anxious to get there. The jocks never slushied her when she was with someone so she didn't want to be alone for too long. When she spotted Kurt by his locker, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey Kurt!" Rachel greeted brightly. She was so happy to see him. The two of them had gotten so close so fast that it felt like they had been friends for years.
"Hey! Oh my god, you look fabulous!" Kurt greeted the brunette. He wrapped his arms around the tiny girl once she was close enough to hug. Rachel really was a cuddler. She loved being wrapped in other people's arms. She loved affection.
"How was your weekend?" Kurt asked as the two pulled apart. Rachel watched as the boy fixed his hair in the tiny mirror he had in his locker. It made Rachel smile.
"It was incredible. I spent the entire weekend with my dad. We stayed home and had a blast watching movies and going for swims. We even camped out in my backyard," Rachel gushed.
Kurt had to chuckle. He didn't see Rachel as the camping type.
"I didn't know you liked camping. I went camping with Finn and my dad once. It was horrible," Kurt told her.
Rachel giggled, "Well it was in my backyard so we weren't really out in the wilderness. It was a bit scary, though. After my dad told scary stories I couldn't really go to sleep so I sang until I fell asleep."
Kurt chuckled, "Rachel, you're the only person I know who would sing herself to sleep."
He shut his locker door and locked arms with the small brunette.
The two talked about Kurt's weekend in Columbus with his stepmom while they made their trek to Rachel's first period. She really enjoyed listening to Kurt talk about his family. It was amazing to her how Kurt could love his stepmother so much after only knowing her for a year. If her parents ever got remarried, she honestly didn't know what she would do. One thing was certain—she wouldn't be happy.
Kurt dropped Rachel off at her first period and promised to meet up with her later before walking down the hall to his own class. The tiny brunette was one of the first students in class so she was able to pick any seat she wanted. She was really glad Ms. Castle had decided not to assign seats. She didn't think she could handle sitting next to Jacob Ben-Israel all semester long, or at least until she moved back to New York.
As soon as the first bell rang everyone started filing into the room one by one, everyone except Santana and Quinn.
Where are they? Rachel wondered. The last time she spoke to the blonde she had seemed a lot better than when she stormed out of glee. Her absence was really concerning. Santana's as well.
When first period came to a close there was still no sign of Quinn or Santana. Rachel didn't picture either girl as the type to miss school or skip class. Coach Sylvester was really strict. There was no doubt in the brunette's mind that the psychotic blonde woman would punish the two for their truancy.
On her way to Mr. Schuster's class Rachel felt like someone was following her. She didn't know who it was because she didn't want to look back but she could feel the intense stare of the unknown person. It made her body quiver, and it made her walk faster. She didn't doubt it was someone planning to slushie her. She could almost feel the ice cold concoction hitting her in the face. She was scared, but she wasn't going to let them slushie her again. She had had enough.
When Rachel reached the door to Mr. Schuster's class she took a deep breath and turned around. There was nobody there. Everyone in the hallway was going about their business. Not one person was focused on her. It was weird because she still felt like someone was staring at her. She spun around and looked in all directions but there was nobody who was looking her way. It was very odd and it made her feel uneasy.
Ok, maybe you're just imagining things, Rachel told herself. She took a deep breath and walked into class, shutting the door behind her. Almost immediately the feeling went away.
After Schuster's class Rachel ran into Noah who offered to walk her to class. Oddly enough, she still felt somebody's intense stare burning a hole in the back of her head. Noah had an arm wrapped around her so she knew she was safe but her body still quivered. After declining to wear Noah's letterman jacket because she was 'cold', the bad boy dropped her off in front of her third period class. When Noah walked away she decided to stay out in the hall for a little bit to see if the sensation went away before going into class. As soon as the bell rang, the feeling went away. Whoever it was that was following her was going to be late to class.
Surprisingly enough, Rachel didn't feel anybody following her when she walked to her fourth period. She had met up with Kurt halfway to the class and was relieved that nobody was following her. It made her feel a lot better. But she was still curious to find out who it was that had been following her. She tried to think of suspects but the only one she could think of was Jacob Ben-Israel. She knew he had a crush on her, she just didn't know he had a tendency to stalk people. It was kind of scary.
"I think Jacob has been stalking me," Rachel spoke up as she and Kurt walked together to her locker. Usually after fourth period the two would separate but this time Kurt insisted he come along. Rachel was somewhat relieved. Maybe if Kurt was with her nobody would attempt to throw a slushie in her face.
"Jacob Ben-Israel?" Kurt furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes. I've been getting this eerie feeling that someone has been following me. He's the only one I can think of," she told him.
The duo stopped at Rachel's locker and Kurt watched as the tiny brunette opened it and placed her book bag inside.
"Are you sure it's him? Jacob's a creep but I don't think he'd go as far as stalking someone," Kurt told her.
She sighed. "I don't know. But it's really unnerving. I've been feeling paranoid all morning. It's not a great feeling. My mom-"
Rachel was about to tell Kurt how her mother sometimes got paranoid while she was out in the city because of paparazzi, but she had forgotten that he didn't know about her famous mother.
"Your mom what?" the boy asked. He was well aware that Rachel was about to reveal something about her mysterious mother and he wasn't ashamed to admit he really wanted to find out more about the woman. Rachel hardly spoke about her.
"She… uh… she always tells me that I'm overdramatic. That's probably it," the tiny brunette laughed nervously.
Kurt pouted. That was definitely not what she was going to say. He was becoming very curious about Rachel's background. He only really knew about her father. He was starting to wonder if Rachel had some kind of dark past or something. He could never imagine Rachel being a criminal or anything like that but maybe her mom was. So many thoughts flooded Kurt's mind.
Oh my god, what if Rachel's mom is a fugitive? What if she left Rachel because she killed somebody and is on the run? Or maybe her mother is in the mafia or something like that? She could have a stepfather that's a mob boss, or…
"Kurt? Are you ok? Where'd you go just then?" the tiny girl giggled. Kurt looked like he had dozed off to la la land. Rachel found it quite amusing.
"Oh nothing," he chuckled nervously. "Are you ready to head to lunch? I'm starved." Kurt patted his flat stomach.
"Yes, I'm ready. Let's go." She shut her locker door and locked arms with Kurt.
When she and Kurt turned to head towards the cafeteria, they were stopped immediately by one lone Cheerio. Rachel's heart began to race.
"Uh hi," Rachel swallowed. She had never seen this girl before. She was tall and tan with chestnut colored hair that was tightly tied back in a high ponytail. She was really pretty. Her golden brown eyes really stood out against the tan color of her skin. This girl was glowing.
"Hi," the girl smiled radiantly. Rachel was taken aback. Not one Cheerio had ever smiled at her. Something was definitely going on and Kurt was able to sense it too.
"Can we help you?" Kurt asked. He stood his ground firmly with his chin up and shoulders back. He wasn't sure why the girl was there in the first place, but he hoped it wasn't to mouth off to Rachel. He wouldn't stand for that.
The girl looked at Kurt and gave him a reassuring smile before looking back down at Rachel.
"I'm sorry for coming up to you like this, but I really just wanted to apologize. I know last week was a little rough for you-"
"Was it now?" Kurt said tersely. He looked down at Rachel and she smiled up at him guiltily. It seemed the cat was out of the bag. Of course, Kurt already knew what had happened but he was relieved this girl had brought it up. Now he could scold Rachel properly without feeling like a creep for being too observant.
The Cheerios' smile faltered for a second. "Yea, sorry about that, I really had no control over it."
Rachel smiled up at the girl. It was sweet for the Cheerio to apologize even though the tiny brunette had no idea why she was doing it.
"Thank you for apologizing, but I don't remember you from last week. You're very pretty, I'm sure I would have remembered you," Rachel told her, her cheeks slightly reddening.
Kurt looked down at Rachel with a baffled expression. Did she really just say that? Is she flirting with her?
The Cheerio blushed," Thanks, but I'm definitely not prettier than you. You're gorgeous."
Kurt's eyes widened at the comment. The Cheerio was flirting back. Holy shit, is this really happening?
"Thank you," Rachel smiled bashfully. "I don't get told that very often."
"You should," the girl gazed into Rachel's chocolate brown eyes, "you're stunning."
Kurt didn't like the way the Cheerio was staring at Rachel so he decided to cut into their conversation.
"Ok, so why are you here again?" Kurt said bluntly. Rachel frowned at Kurt. She thought he was being a little rude towards the girl.
The girl tore her eyes away from Rachel and looked at Kurt. He didn't look too happy.
"I came to apologize on behalf of the Cheerios. We really didn't want to slushie you but Quinn gave out the orders and we had to obey her. But now that she put a slushie ban on you, you don't have to worry about that ever happening again."
Rachel's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "What do you mean she put a slushie ban on me?"
Kurt didn't say anything but he knew exactly what it meant. Quinn had taken his advice and was going to stop torturing Rachel. He tried to hide his smile but he couldn't. He was so happy Rachel wasn't going to be slushied anymore. It was such a relief.
"As head Cheerio, Quinn banned all of us from slushing you. If any of us do, then it would be like committing social suicide. She called a meeting during first period and told us."
Rachel's eyes widened. Quinn had done that? She had prohibited anybody from harassing her? The tiny brunette couldn't believe it. She wasn't expecting the blonde to anything like that. She was hoping she would, but she never actually thought it would happen. She smiled in relief and her body suddenly relaxed. She didn't even know she was tense.
That's why she wasn't in first period, she smiled to herself. It made sense to her now.
Kurt, on the other hand, still didn't know what the Cheerio was doing there. "So is that why you're here, because now you won't get exiled for talking to her?" he questioned. He was glad the slushie facials were going to be over but the girl was still a little suspicious.
"Yeah," she said guiltily. "I never slushied you, but I never really did anything to stop them. I'm just glad all of that is over and I can talk to you now. You seem like a very sweet girl," the Cheerio smiled flirtatiously.
Oh wow, she's totally crushing on Rachel, Kurt thought immediately.
"Thank you. It was very nice of you to approach me and apologize, but you really didn't have to," Rachel said kindly.
"Yeah, you didn't," Kurt added. He didn't have anything against the girl but he didn't know much about her to approve her flirting. He didn't even know if Rachel was aware that she was flirting back. For all he knew, Rachel was completely oblivious to the amount of eye fucking the Cheerio was doing.
The Cheerio shrugged bashfully, "I guess you can say it was an excuse to meet your acquaintance."
Rachel smiled brightly. The girl was clearly a charmer.
"Who the hell are you?" Kurt blurted out. He was tired of the blatant flirting. He just wanted to know who this girl was so he could dig up some dirt on her.
The Cheerio looked at Kurt. She didn't care that he was single handedly trying to ruin her game.
"I'm Monica, Monica Juarez," the girl told him. She glanced at Rachel and gave her a wink. Kurt didn't miss it.
"Are you a senior? Because I don't think I've ever had you in any of my classes," Kurt interrogated.
Monica shook her head. "No, I'm a junior. I'm actually the Cheerios JV Captain."
Kurt smirked. "You're on JV? Couldn't make it on varsity?" This girl is pathetic.
Monica glared at Kurt for like a second and then answered with a smile, "Actually, I did make varsity, but I like to be a part of a group where everybody's talents are highlighted, not just Quinn Fabray's. I make sure that happens on my squad."
And with that comment Kurt decided he didn't like Monica Juarez. Quinn may have been an evil bitch sometimes, but she was a great captain and leader. She always made sure everybody in glee club was equally involved in a performance and he was pretty sure it was the same with the Cheerios. This girl was just jealous of the blonde. And her intentions were clear. She wanted to kick Quinn off the top and she was going to use Rachel to do so.