DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE!
Ch 11…
FINCHEL
Rachel had been silent in the drive over to the school, the board had chosen to hold the meeting in the auditorium and the group had agreed that they were happy for the home court advantage.
"We're going to win." Finn told her reaching over to hold her hand, which she squeezed gratefully.
"I don't know Finn I have a terrible feeling in my stomach and you know I'm slightly psychic."
"When I woke up this morning my hair was doing this annoying Justin Bieber sweepy thing maybe that was it?" Kurt suggested shuddering; that little kid made him want to take his hair shears and use them in a more maniacal way.
"It did look pretty freaky." Finn agreed, Rachel glanced at the both and shook her head.
"That's not it, I'm really worried."
Placing a kiss on her temple Finn grasped her closer to him.
"Everything will be great, your dad handled Sue Sylvester I think he can take Figgins."
"Yeah, I hope so." She mumbled burying her head in his chest, as sure as Barbra Streisand was talented something bad would happen today.
"It looks smaller." Kurt commented as they piled out of the car, the meeting was to take place in the auditorium, the kids were glad to be on their own turf. The students that had remained at the school were gathered around the windows and doors. It was like a sea of red and white cheerleading uniforms and letterman jackets.
"Hey guys." Mercedes greeted expertly ignoring the glaring jocks. "Looking sharp boy."
Kurt smiled broadly, he'd gone for a Bogie in Casablanca look, he was quite proud of his fedora. He tipped his hat and linked arms with his best girl, the other glee kids arriving and filling around them. Santana and Brittany were out of their cheerio uniforms but dressed almost identically in skinny denim jeans and singlets; Santana in red and Brittany in blue.
"Who called them?" Matt asked pointing to the other kids that had joined the boycott, they were holding signs and glaring at the school. The whole thing was beginning to feel very 'Donna Martin Graduates'.
"I did." Leroy said. "This is their school too, plus it wont hurt to have them in the background when the news crews get here."
"Nice work Papa Berry." Puck smirked, sending a one-finger salute to Karofsky who was openly sniggering at them.
"Let's do this." Mr Schuester whispered to himself leading the way to the auditorium, he had no idea how this was going to play out but he had no regrets.
Rachel followed after him a determined smile set on her face, show no fear it was a motto she tried to live by. Finn pulled their clasped hands up and kissed her knuckles.
Principal Figgins sat on one of the chairs; there were six in total and five very serious looking people sat in them. Figgins looked scared but that wasn't really any different to how they usually looked. The group settled into their seats feeling as though the six people were staring down at them; which technically they are. Off to the side Quinn noticed Jacob Ben Israel with his laptop apparently ready to record the minutes of this meeting.
"I would like to call this meeting of the Ohio School District School Board to order, I will now pass the microphone over to the head of the school board Mrs Gilbert." Principal Figgins droned handing off to a woman who quite frankly resembled a rumpled dog.
"We are gathered here to discuss the boycott of William McKinley High School in response to the following claims." Mrs Gilbert consulted her notes and coughed.
This was going to be one long ass meeting.
FINCHEL
"Does anyone else have the urge to start singing We Are The Champions?" Matt yelled bumping fists with Mike as the group practically skipped out of the auditorium.
"Hell yeah!" Puck agreed.
"As god as my witness we'll never wear polyester again!" Kurt proclaimed giddy over the thought of how fabulous his costumes could be now that they had more funding.
Mercedes groaned as she caught Kurt who had decided to dramatically faint in her arms.
"I thought for sure they were going to buckle when Sue barged in." Artie added shuddering, she'd resembled a fire-breathing dragon. "Do you really think she spent a year in Uganda training with the militia?"
"She is Sue Sylvester." Quinn pointed out, she was frightening honestly it wouldn't surprise her if it were true.
"Yeah but the other Papa Berry totally owned her!" Mike laughed. "Rachel your dads are the bomb!"
"Mike the nineties called, it wants its lingo back." Santana snickered. "Coach Sylvester will be out for blood now, she's going to whip Brit and I at practice for this."
"How is that different from any other cheerleading practice?" Puck snorted, she worked her cheerios harder than what was probably legal but considering the legs on those cheerleaders he wasn't about to say nothing.
"Equal funding wont matter if we don't place at Regionals." Rachel reminded the group. "Figgins will still cut the club and reallocate the funding to the cheerios."
"Those douche bags only got suspensions and kicked off the hockey team." Finn added not happy his girlfriend's tormentors would still be around.
"Rachel would you care to comment on the punishment of your alleged harassers?"
And there was Jacob with a microphone that he thrust in her face, balancing his video camera on his shoulder; his giant Jew fro balanced him out.
"Back off stalker boy." Finn spat putting himself between Jacob and Rachel. "If I catch you near Rachel again I'll kill you."
"And I'll help, we can use all those tools at my dad's shop." Kurt offered crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. No one deserved to be stalked by Jacob. Well except maybe Justin Bieber, he hated that kid.
"Sounds like a plan to me." Mercedes agreed. "I will cut you!"
"Shoo!" Santana waved a hand at the teen. "I don't want to catch any of your fro germs."
"I'll have you know in some cultures this would be considered a sign of virility."
Santana blanched, Rachel having no gag reflexed merely looked revolted while Brittany looked confused.
"You just made my baby throw up." Quinn groaned looking a little green herself.
"Jacob please move along." Mr. Schuester ordered having just reached the group. The sullen teenager stalked away talking into his video camera. No one deemed it necessary to warn him when he walked into a door; it was more amusing that way.
"So I guess this means we should go to class." Tina said slowly holding out hope they could use the rest of the day to celebrate.
"You know I didn't bring any books." Puck remembered making an 'aw shucks' gesture. "Damn! Guess I'll have to skip today."
Mike and Matt started in at the same time using Puck's excuse. While Santana and Brittany again reiterated that Coach Sylvester would most likely kill them if she saw them today.
"Choir room five minutes." Mr. Schuester said loudly over all of them. He walked away quickly not giving them time to argue. The group quickly dispersed into their usual pairings leaving Finn and Rachel loitering in the hall.
"Hey Pumpkin!"
Rachel launched herself in her father's arms she'd missed him, he kissed the top of her head and spun her around in a circle.
"You were so good in there!" She proclaimed smacking a kiss on her other fathers cheek.
"Anything for my baby girl." He promised although when he had said it earlier it had sounded more like a threat. "I have to go home and unpack, Finn would you and your mother like to join us for a celebratory dinner tonight?"
"I'll ask." Finn replied scratching his head, hopefully this dinner would go better than the last time he had dined at a girlfriend's house. Rachel beamed and kissed both of her fathers' cheeks promising to be home by six. With a final wave to Rachel and Finn the male Berry's disappeared down the hall.
"I think they like you." She teased hooking her hands around the back of Finn's neck. "You were right, we won and now all we have to worry about is Regionals. No more drama!"
Finn's stomach clenched and he wasn't quick enough to stop his face showing the uncertainty. Rachel's hands loosened, falling slack to her side while she studied his face.
"What's wrong?"
"There's something I have to tell you." Finn croaked his throat felt like it was closing up. "And you're going to hate me."
"I could never hate you." She said softly reaching up to stroke his face; he shuddered away his whole body closing off to her.
"I hate me for it." He told her sadly. "I was still so depressed, I was pissed off about Quinn and Puck lying to me, and I was angry because I let you go and you found someone else who saw how awesome you are. I was so sick of feeling like crap; I thought that if I did it I would feel something. But I didn't, I didn't feel anything. I felt dirty and not in a sexy way either."
"Finn you're not making any sense."
She had folded her arms across her chest trying to project that she could handle whatever it was he was trying to say.
"I slept with Santana."
Her chest suddenly felt like it was too tight, she couldn't breathe. Tears stung her eyes and the only sound that made it out was a bubbling laugh.
"You slept with Santana." She managed to say in between giggles.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked crinkling his eyebrows in confusion.
"Because I never slept with Jesse." She stopped her laughter, tears now spilling down her cheeks. Without much thought she tore down the hallway leaving Finn to stare after her.
FINCHEL
It hadn't been too hard to find her; it had taken approximately four minutes.
"I need to talk to you."
The Latina rolled her eyes and muttered something to Brittany before returning her attention to the mirror and the eyeliner in her hand.
"I take it Finnocence finally told you."
"Yes he has but I want to hear it from you." Rachel said evenly, her eyes may be red and blotchy but she was not going to let Santana intimidate her.
"It was hardly a memorable experience." Santana drawled swapping out her eyeliner for lip-gloss and pouting. "Thanks to Finn's little problem he was still paddling around the kiddie pool when he's noodle snapped."
"When did you have Chinese?" Brittany asked applying her own lip-gloss.
"Listen Berry, I don't like you and we're not friends but we need you for the competition so don't mistake what I'm about to say as me being nice. Finn and I didn't exactly have sex, Mr Early Arrival hovered but never fully achieved lift off, got it?"
Rachel nodded slowly, Santana's metaphors were hardly subtle and she'd knew all about Finn's issue.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Why would I lie to make you feel better?" Santana replied back. "The truth is, Coach Sylvester was going to bump me from head cheerleader unless I had a younger man, Finn being the rocket scientist he is believed me when I said it was done. I have a rep to protect and Finn wanted to prove he was over you. Which he failed majorly at, he could barely get it up and once he did it was over faster than velour tracksuits."
"They why did you lie to him?" She asked, she had always known Santana could be cruel but she thought that she was always slightly nicer when with her glee club friends.
"Status, I'm top dog around here, swiping Finn's V card solidified my reign. It was nothing personal."
That was probably as close to nice as Santana had ever been.
"Thank you for telling me the truth." Rachel stepped forward, the cheerio sighing loudly as she turned to face her. "But if you ever use Finn like that again I will hurt you. You have no idea what I'm capable of when motivated."
She smiled brightly and waved cheerfully at both girls.
"I'll see you in the choir room."
FINCHEL
Sorry for the long ass wait for this chapter. I was too busy grieving the loss of Matt from GLEE. Minor character but very heartily missed by me.