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Monday: 8:25am

Rachel Berry

With a long sigh I carefully turned and parked into the student parking lot. The past weekend had been crazy. And not just crazy like Britney with the umbrella but as in 'I beat the shit out of Quinn Fabray'. Me? Rachel Berry? If that in itself isn't believable enough, then how about Quinn and I deciding to 'forgive' each other and become friends. Friends? That's not even the correct term is it? It's more like enemies that have come to a truce. But is it really that simple? The whole forgiveness thing? I mean I know I said it but has all really been forgiven? It feels like it, but can it really be that simple? In all reality, Quinn and I have never been friends. And I guess…. We never will be. That's the way we wanted it. She even said so herself. I mean she practically changed cities just to get away from me. Granted I'm not the only reason why she moved but I did play a factor in it. But seriously, Quinn Fabray and I as friends? Haha…. Everyone would've thought hell has frozen over. I truly wonder what our fellow students would've thought. I'll even bet Santana would've dropped dead at the sight along with half of the glee club.

A dark chuckle escaped from my throat at the thought. Kurt would certainly freak. More small laughs rippled through my car. Eventually I slowly began pulling myself back together. Sucking in a cool breath I glanced wearily out of my window. The morning sky was drenched with dark gray clouds, preventing any sunlight to shine through. It somehow seemed a little comforting, a somewhat mirror of my inner conflictions. Conflictions? Seems I've been having a lot lately. They all seem to tie back to the current girl living in Columbus. Well, I guess it's finally time to move on. Move on? It's funny. I really never realized how much of an affect she's had on my life until now. My thoughts were always consumed by her. And now…. What am I supposed to do now? Maybe I should do a mind cleanse. Okay… Breathe. Breathe. Erase all thoughts of the blonde. Erase. Forget. Forget. Quinn is no longer a part of my life. No more Quinn thoughts. Think about school. NYADA. Puck. Puck? Ehh just keep going. New York. My parents. Friends. Kurt. Mercedes. Tina. Blaine.

Just then there was a large knock on my window that pulled me from my thoughts. My eyes immediately came into contact with the large frame of Noah Puckerman. A large smile quickly spread across his face as he pulled open my door. He held his large and rough hand out to me. A shy smile etched its way to my lips as I grabbed his hand. Within seconds I was out of my car while Puck went around the car to retrieve my bag.

"How was your weekend?" he asked as he handed me my bag.

I pinched my lips as we both began walking out of the student parking lot. "Nothing much." I expressed just as we entered the school.

"Really? Nothing at all?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Really." I replied.

"So you're not going to tell me how you got that big black shiner on your eye?" he asked with a smug grin.

And he brought it up. I was hoping my concealer would actually cover up the evidence of the past weekend. I guess I didn't put enough. Well, at least he's not freaking out about it like the girls did when I got back from the hospital Saturday night. Especially Mercedes. The girl would not leave me alone until I told her the full story. So in my quick haste, I came up with a fabricated story. I made sure to leave Quinn out of the entire thing. She clearly didn't want anybody to know where she was and I wasn't going to tell anyone. She deserves that much. Right? Mind cleanse. NO Quinn.

When I finished he was practically bending over with laughter. "An 80 year old woman did this to you? An- And you're in a fighting c-class!" I rolled my eyes as I quickly opened up my locker and began preparing for my day.

"I was trying to help her." I retorted.

More laughter escaped from his lips. "I'll bet you weren't expecting that! Ommyy goodness. I can just imagine the look of pure shock on your face!"

After a while his laughter died down and the large boy leaned across my locker. He was staring at me. I could feel his heavy gaze on me. After a few more minutes of silence he slowly released a long sigh. One of his hands raked through his Mohawk, his eyes still trained on me.

"Soo…. You still haven't answered my question." Puck spoke after some time.

Great he brought this up too. What did I really expect? There was no way in hell that I could keep avoiding this. "Which was?" I asked feigning innocence.

Puck huffed out a sigh of frustration. Then he slammed my locker door shut and faced me. His eyes stared directly at me with an unwavering look. "You and I know what this is about. And I've been patient with you about this. I've given you the space and time that you asked for. Hell, I didn't even bother you while you made your little trip to Columbus. Now after giving you all this time, I feel like I deserve an answer."

He's right.

I bit my lower lip and looked away from him. I don't want to hurt him. I really don't. We had a good thing going here didn't we? I mean maybe not so much as the sex for me, but I truly value his friendship. How can I say this to him without hurting him?

"Noah, I'm sorry. I can't be your girlfriend." I replied in a sincere tone.

He lifted an eye brow with a questionable look. "Why not? We've got a connection Rachel. We make each other laugh. We have fun. There's never a dull moment between us. Not to mention I think you're so hot and fucking sexy. You completely rock my world Rachel."

"Noah please just stop right there. Look, I'm going to be honest with you. Again I must apologize in advance because there really is no easy way in saying this. I care about you a lot Noah. I really do. But what you want and what I want are two separate things. What we had together was fun. And it made me realize the value of our friendship that we've built. In saying this, I also feel that you must know that I'm in no shape or form ready for that type of commitment. With only a few months left of school I'm sure you can understand that. I just want to have fun and live my life right now."

Puck shifted his face away from me with a pondering look. It looked like he was deep in thought. I wonder what he's thinking about? Is he going to say anything? After a while he released another sigh before meeting my eyes. A smug smile appeared on his face. Confusion filled my head by his sudden action.

"What's that look for?" I asked.

The large boy licked his lips. He was wearing his infamous cocky grin. "Say what you will Berry but I'm not giving up on you. I'm not just going to let you go without a fight. We're both fighters and I'm not ready to give up." With that he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against my cheeks. A second later he was gone. I don't know how to feel about this. But a small part of me was enthralled in the fact that he's not giving up on me. He actually wants me. The other part dreadfully wished that he would just let me go.

Thursday 12:25pm

I needed to be alone right now. Not for any particular reason, I might add. It's just one of those days where you'd rather spend time alone. Usually I'd go to the choir room but at the moment it was occupied by a few students preparing for regionals. The auditorium was currently closed for renovations. And as for the practice rooms those damn band and orchestra kids were hogging them as usual. Which explains why I am currently sitting in the bathroom stall. I quietly stared at the stall door, tracing small patterns. In some weird way it's entertaining. When you have nothing better to do almost anything can catch your attention. A loud buzzing rang out into the bathroom. Tearing my eyes away from the back of the stall door I reached down into my bag and pulled out my phone. A new text message.

From: Puck

Yo, where u at?

Me:

Not really in the mood for company right now.

From: Puck

You alright? Wanna talk about it?

Me:

I'm fine. I'll text you later.

I casually tossed my phone back into my purse. What now? Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened. I held my breath as feet shuffled towards the sink. A second later the sound of running water filled the room. I slowly released the breath I held. After a few minutes the water shut off. Curiosity was beginning to set in about the new person in the room. Slowly standing up from my seat in the stall, I walked to the door and reached for the handle-

"What are you doing in here?" a loud voice boomed into the room.

Immediately I froze. My hand gripped onto the handle. Are they talking to me? How did they know I was in here? Did they see me? Fuck. What the hell am I going to do? Should I respond? Silence filled the room as I waited silently. Maybe it is me. Okay, well… just say something then. I was just about to answer when another voice spoke up.

"I wanted to see you. So I waited outside of your classroom."

When did another person come in? Wait a minute. That sounds like…..

"Britt, I thought we agreed not to physically see each other anymore." The girl replied with a stern tone.

My jaw dropped open at the realization. I silently took a peek through the small space in between the stall door and the wall. Sure enough the Latina, in uniform, was standing by the sink with her arms folded across her chest. Across the room from Santana was Brittany. Her blue eyes were heavily trained on the other girl. From where I stood they both looked like they were in physical pain just to be near each other. A strong and powerful tension filled the bathroom. It was so strong that it made me want to cower into a small corner and hide. Obviously this was a clear sign that I'm not supposed to be here. If Santana caught me, oh boy would I surely die. Silence continued to wage its war in the room, which all led back to the two girls standing in the middle of the room, staring at each other. A small tug pulled at my heart at the sight.

"I think this is unfair." Brittany replied with a strong voice.

"Don't-

"NO! You don't! I haven't seen or talked to you in weeks San. Weeks! And every time we do see each other you either pretend like you don't see me or run the other way."

"We're broken up Britt. That's what happens when a relationship ends." Santana replied with a weak tone.

"I just don't understand. I don't understand this at all." Brittany stated with a hurt voice.

"What are you confused about?" Santana asked big wide eyes.

"Did Lord Tubbington tell you something? Did he? Because whatever it was that he told you was not true. You have to believe me! He's a liar because one day he told me that he ate my toothbrush when in reality he sold it for drug money. You shouldn't have believed him San. You should never listen to him."

Santana's brown eyes softened as she gazed at the other girl. It looked as if she were staring into the girl's soul. I really shouldn't be here. Why did I choose this bathroom? Why? Didn't I learn my lesson the last time I was in here when Quinn found me? Quinn. Why the hell am I thinking about her? Fuck! So much for that whole mind cleanse thing. When the Latina could no longer look at the blonde she swept her gaze away from her. "It wasn't Lord Tubbington." She replied in a soft voice.

"Then what was it San? One day we were kissing and having sexy time like there was no yesterday. We were in love. And then out of nowhere you- you broke this." She paused and brought her hand up to cover her heart. "You broke my heart."

Small tears started sliding down Santana's face. Brittany watched as tears of her own slipped past her pain filled eyes. The dull aching in my chest began to spread through my body. How can this happen? These two were meant to be together! I don't understand how this could happen?

"I-I'm sorry B-Brittany. I really am."

"I don't want an apology Santana Lopez. I want answers. I want to know the truth." Brittany replied with a forceful tone that shook her entire body.

Santana shook her head as more tears fell from her eyes. I could hear the Latina's voice become breathy and raspy. "I don't have what you're looking for B."

Brittany angrily let out a frustrated sigh and threw her hands up in the air. "Yes you do. I can see it San. I can see it in your eyes. You're hiding something from me. Something big. And that's why you pushed me away. You can't hide from me because I know you. I know everything about you, from down inside of your organs to that small birth mark on your back. So tell me what is it? Why did you break up with me? Why did you have to hurt me like that?"

I could see Santana shaking like a cold wet dog. It looked like she was about to fall at any moment. She looked pale. The Latina quickly brushed away the remaining tears from her face with shaky hands but it was no use. More tears replaced the others.

"Answer me now Santana Lopez, or so help me I will call up my friend Mr. Twinkles and he will tie you up and hang you upside down on a really big tree."

"I've got to go." Santana hastily replied as she tried to get passed the other girl. However the other girl immediately blocked her from the bathroom door. Things were quickly getting tense. At any moment this place was going to explode and I was going to get eaten up. The air in the room suddenly felt as if it had been vacuumed out. My eyes continued staring at the events happening before me.

"No. You don't get to do that. You don't get to just walk out when you feel like it." Brittany retorted.

"We can't stay in here forever Brittany! You can't keep me in here all day." Santana replied with a cracked voice.

"Just…." The blonde paused. Her sad blue eyes rose and met brown ones. "Tell me what I did wrong. What did I do to make you stop loving me?"

The Latina's eyes widened with shock and surprise. Her whole body tensed as her eyes stared at the taller blonde. "Is that what you think? You think you did something wrong?" Santana ran a hand through her hair as she turned away from Brittany. "You did nothing wrong Britt. You could never do anything wrong. You're perfect. This has nothing to do with you."

"Really? This has nothing to do with me? This has everything to do with me! You broke up with me because of it." The blonde hastily replied.

"Please just stop! I can't do this right now. I can't do this. Please just let me go. Please Britt." Santana begged with hoarse voice.

Angry bitter tears fell down Brittany's face. "You're not going to tell me what it is are you?" The blonde asked with a hurt tone. Santana didn't respond. With that Brittany let out a dark chuckle as another round of tears fell down her face. "I've given you so many chances to come clean with me. And each time you've turned them down. I've tried…. So hard!" The other girl paused. "But I can't do this anymore with you. I think….. I-I don't want to see you anymore. Permanently. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to look at you because every time I do it hurts. It hurts soo much."

"Britt-

"It's not fair that you can move on so quickly. But I can't work like that. Because I still love you. And I will always love you."

Brittany quickly turned away and ran out the door. My heart dropped. Santana stood in the middle of the bathroom. Her eyes stared at the door. I could see her breathing heavily. She wanted to run after the other girl. But why wasn't she? GO! GO AFTER HER YOU STUPID BITCH! She's the LOVE of YOUR LIFE! GO AFTER HER! Just then she busted out into a fury of heart breaking tears. A loud angry cry lit up the room as the girl grabbed the nearest trashcan and violently threw it at the mirrors lining the sinks. Thousands of shattered pieces of glass fell to the ground as more angry cries rang out. Santana kicked at the nearest stall desperately trying to kick it off its hinges. The door to that stall quickly fell inwards. When she finally could no longer stand anymore she fell to her knees and then onto the floor. Warm moist tears fell down my face as I watched her curl herself into a fetal position. My heart was literally breaking at this. After watching all of this I couldn't watch another single second. I had to do something.

Without little thought I quickly rushed out of the bathroom stall. There she was. On the floor. Broken. My heart was pounding deep inside. Heavy breath. I had never seen someone that was so strong be like this. Especially Santana. I mean look at her. She's never one to show any type of weakness. But here she is. And I didn't know what to do. My knees hit the floor by her side.

"Santana." I whispered.

She didn't hear me. Her loud cries rang out. I slowly placed a hand upon bare arm. Her body stiffened at the touch. When she finally looked up at me she immediately pushed my arm away. Again I tried to reach for her but pushed me away.

"Please let me help you." I stated with an urgent tone.

"Get the fuck away from me Berry." Santana growled out.

"Stop trying to push me away. Let me help you." I replied with a frustrated tone.

She's being stubborn as always. But I can't just leave her here, no matter how much she tries to protest. She needs someone. Granted I'm not the most experienced in this situation nor do I know anything about this girl. But what I do know is that she is hurting.

"No." she replied with a slightly softer tone.

Slowly she thaws. I can see her walls crumble again; she won't be able to fight me off for very long. She isn't at full submission yet. But I'm not in the mood for a fight. This one is mine. And she is going to have to deal with it. I huffed out a low growl. I wasn't taking no for an answer.

"I'm not going anywhere Santana Lopez. So this is what's going to happen. You are going to stop all the fussing. And you're going to stop pushing me away. You're going to let me help you. Because if you don't, so help me Lord I will drag your sorry ass down the hall and…." Shit. I'm not very good at threatening techniques when it's unnecessary. Okay… Just think of something awful. Come on Berry think! "…..show everyone that you've been crying. Got it?" I drew in a heavy sigh. I'm not going to give her a chance to respond. "Now I'm going to hold you."

Santana eyed me like a dangerous hawk. Large tears fell down her tan skin. Ridiculous. Even in her current condition she still looks good. Whenever I cry I don't look nearly as good as Santana or Quinn. Quinn? What does she have to do with this? Back in the game Berry. No time for her. The other girl didn't say anything. I slowly placed my hand on her arm. She tensed once again. Her jaw clenched tightly as I slowly moved closer to her. I could see her pulling back slightly but she didn't refuse. I wrapped my arm around her back. Sobs echoed from the Latina. Her head rested in my lap. My hand ran through her long hair as her crying once again began to take off. I could feel her arms wrap around my waist as her whole body began to shake.

"Shhh.. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." I whispered to her.

I held her tightly like there was no tomorrow.

Friday 4:35pm

"Hey everyone let's settle down." Mr. Schue stated as he quickly hurried into the choir room.

The students standing idly by slowly sauntered over to their seats. My eyes followed the curly haired man until he stood in the middle of the room, a big wide grin on his face. Voices slowly began to die down until he was sure all eyes were on him.

"What's with all the suspense?" Mercedes casually whispered into my ear.

A small giggle escaped from my lips. I had no idea what was going on. Mr. Schue is one for the dramatics much like me. With a shrug of my shoulders I gave her no response.

"Everyone I would like to introduce a new student to our school. She's all the way from Las Vegas. So let's please give her all a good McKinley High welcome!"

At that moment a tall blonde girl strutted into the room like she owned the place, a large smirk graced her pink and luscious lips. Wavy honey blonde hair flowed freely off of her shoulders like a cascade of water. Her face looked flawless, almost perfection itself. She had large green eyes, which held a glint of mischief. The girl made her way to the center of the room by Mr. Schue. A perfect manicured hand was placed on her hip as she eyed the entire room with scrutiny. Her black high fashioned dress clung to her slender body. When her eyes landed on me she paused. In that instant her smirk grew larger and her eyes darkened. The look she was giving me sent a chill down my body. My throat tightened. I did not like the way she was looking at me. Her eyes continued staring me down. I didn't back down until she finally looked away.

"I'm Sasha Nicole Andrews. But I go by Nicky. I don't like to be called anything other than that. I'm 17, and am currently a junior. I've won over 30 awards in choir competition alone. That doesn't include my other trophies I've won in my athletics and academics. I'm a competitor. I've never lost at anything and nor do I intend to." The girl stated with a heavily stained attitude.

"This girl's a bitch. I can feel it." Mercedes whispered into my ear once more.

I pinched my lips and eyed the girl with careful observation. After a few more seconds I nodded and turned my head to Mercedes. "I don't think we should judge one's personality based on appearance. We of all people should know that." I whispered into her ear.

Mercedes eyed me from the seat next to me. She looked like she wanted to smack me. But she closed her eyes and recollected herself. "I know a bitch when I see one. She's practically staring you down."

"Possibility of another Quinn Fabray?" Another voice whispered into my ear from behind.

I shifted around and found Kurt leaning forward in his seat. My eyes went straight back to the front. This girl was anything but Quinn Fabray. No one could ever be compared to the other blonde girl. It was a simple fact.

"Mr. Schue! If I may say…. But just because she says she's qualified for a spot on the team doesn't necessarily mean she deserves it. She hasn't even auditioned like the rest of us have. And besides Nationals are only a week away! We've all been working hard for this. Honestly I think this is a horrendous time to add a new addition. Simply put, we can't afford the chance." I stated from my seat.

The new girl looked at me with another hidden smirk. Then she rolled her eyes and gave Mr. Schue a pointed look. Mr. Schue glanced between me and the other girl as he pondered his decision. Nicky, the new girl, cleared her throat loudly. Her piercing green eyes directed their way towards me. A simmer of annoyance swept through her gaze.

"No offense whatever your name is, but it's not like me joining now is going to make a big difference. Besides, you guys could use the help. You guys haven't won anything since the late 70's. So if I were you I'd do a little research."

"Ohh hell no!" Mercedes jumped in.

"How do we even know you can sing? You could be just lying to us all." I threw out.

Nicky began laughing as if what I said was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. The pretty girl ran a hand through her hair and threw me an 'oh please' look. She nodded towards the band set up in the corner. At that moment music began playing.

Woah
Tell me what you think you looking at
Oh
So I think I'm Queen Elizabeth
Now
And now I'm stuck inside your memory
So
That's why it's so hard to get rid of me

I could feel one of my brows lift as she sang out strongly. Her voice was powerful and perfectly in tune. Another reason to dislike her. The girl began strutting around the room as she waved her hand in the air with the tempo. New competition.

I am incredible, so unforgettable
So no one can take my place
I am unbreakable, highly flammable
So, girl, get outta my face

This girl is fucking cocky! Oh hell no! Mercedes is is sooo on! I'm totally going to kick this girls ass! Musically not physically. Although I know that I could do both. Nicky began smiling seductively as she walked towards the risers. Sam was currently sitting at the edge of his seat as the slender blonde ran her hands through his hair.

Oh, we got 'em going crazy
Maybe 'cause we're so amazing
Everybody in a daze
And that's the reason why they're hating
Treat us like some superstars
And only cause that's what we are
You know we going really far,
And you all ain't even heard it all

I rolled my eyes as Nicky began making her way to Finn. Of course the boy was practically drooling in his seat. Her manicured hands ran down his large droopy shoulders. Seriously she's just going to practically dry hump every guy in the room?

You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
A pretty little problem, uh huh
You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
A pretty little problem, uh huh
You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be
And I don't mind 'cause I love it when you're looking at me
'cause I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
I said that I'm a rockstar, a rockstar
Keep looking at me

Nicky finally left the risers after sitting in Mike's lap until Tina gave her the 'stank' eye. She continued singing her overzealous song until she finally ended with 'Why don't you take a picture, It lasts longer.' What a horrible performance. Any girl willing to throw herself at anyone with a penis shouldn't be here. For fuck's sake this was an audition!

"Disgusting." I muttered under my breath.

"Gotta admit, she's got a voice." Mercedes replied with a weak sigh.

"This was totally uncalled for." I replied to the girl.

"Another diva in our midst." Kurt commented.

"I think she's totally in!" Finn blurted out loud.

"Oh please, she was practically humping your arm." Mercedes retorted back.

"She can sing." Finn defended.

"Clearly." I threw out with the bunch.

"STOP!" Mr. Schue called out. When silence took over the curly haired man silently walked towards the center of the room. He wrapped an arm around Nicky's shoulder and shook his head. Then he gazed at the risers. His eyes landed on me as if to tell me that I should know better. "Welcome to the Glee Club Nicky."

"Fuck" I muttered with annoyance. Just when I thought my year was going to get better.

Song sung by Nicky 'Rockstar- Prima J'

Thanks everyone for reading. I know the whole S and B part was intense. I cried a little when I reread it. But to have faith. So I've decided to make this story into a mini series. There will be three series with about 20 chapters in each. Thoughts? Be ready for more drama More Quinn and Rachel within a few chapters so stay tuned my lovely readers.