Title: Heaven
Pairings: Faberrittana.
Summary: When they were still children, it used to be Q, R, S and B. But now that they are in high school, they are known as The Unholy Trinity and Rachel Berry. Rachel, feeling abandoned by her best friends, tried to move on with a positive outlook. The Unholy Trinity, fed up with the guilt and the ache of missing Rachel, finally decided to mend their broken friendship with the girl. Separated by their differences, will they be able to get back how they used to be? What if the Unholy Trinity wanted more than just friendship from Rachel?
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
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Chapter 13
Rachel stood in one corner of the Puckerman's kitchen while nursing a bottle of beer as she watched the McKinley's elite students get wasted and made a fool out of themselves. It was quite entertaining actually. This was her first high school party and though she had always been curious why high school students seemed to make a big deal out of it, she still found herself questioning why she was there in the first place.
Oh yeah. Puck sort of invited-slash-forced her to come so she could 'loosen up a bit' because, apparently, she had been sulking around and getting all moody and snappy lately. Unfortunately, Puck and Jesse had been the receiving end of it which was why they had devised a 'nefarious plan' to get her out of the house and into this party that Puck was known for in school. And that plan was comprised of, well, practically just begging her and using the friend card and guilt tripping her because, according to Puck, she had always rejected her every time he would ask her to one of his parties. Every single time. She thought she saw a pout in there while he was saying his speech.
And that was why she had found herself alone, looking lonely with just a bottle of beer to accompany her. Rachel rolled her eyes inwardly at her own dramatics. True, she was surrounded my stupid teenagers who were being loud and careless, making a mess at the makeshift dance floor, involving in underage drinking and probably having unprotected sex somewhere upstairs. The last thought made her grimace as images flooded her mind. She shook her head and sighed. Those were the reasons (except drinking) she preferred to be alone in a crowd of crazy people her own age. This just wasn't her thing. She never belonged there. That was why she never tried to 'fit in' because she knew she had to change everything about her for that to happen.
So, thanks but no thanks. She was getting along just fine as it was.
She needed some fresh air. This place was kind of getting depressing for her. Where was Alex anyway? The barista promised that she would come to the party as well just so she wouldn't feel left out. Well, Rachel had been waiting for hours—but that's because she had been staying at the Puckerman's even before the party started. . In reality, it's only been an hour and a half since the household had been filled by the elitists of McKinley and she was already dying of boredom.
Ugh. Puck could be very persuasive if he tried. And it didn't even have to do with him mentioning that the Unholy Trinity would be there as well. No, not at all.
Rachel chugged her remaining beer before placing it on the table and made sure to grab another one before squeezing herself in the mass of sweaty bodies. Sometimes she was thankful for having a petite figure. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded and the mixed smell of alcohol and smoke in the room only made her worse. She leaned her forehead against a wall and closed her eyes. She was too preoccupied on keeping herself up that she didn't notice almost everyone had stopped with what they were doing to stare at the newcomers.
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The Unholy Trinity made their appearance at the party and they weren't disappointed as heads turned to their direction. Three pairs of eyes scanned the room with their head bitch in charge attitude, ignoring the cat calls and glaring on whoever attempted to come near them. They had a mission.
Look for a certain small brunette and make sure that her first high school party wouldn't be a disaster.
Ecstatic, though a little surprised, would be an understatement to describe what they felt when Puck told them that he and Jesse were able to convince the diva to attend the party tonight. While Quinn and Santana managed to contain their excitement, Brittany actually squealed and jumped and clapped her hands before lunging herself on the mohawk who smirked, innocently lowering his hands on the tall blonde's ass only to yelp in pain as Santana twisted his left hand while Quinn smacked him at the back of his head. And then they walked away without a glance at the defeated-looking boy.
Despite of that, the girls thanked him silently.
It had been two weeks since the night they discovered about Rachel's extracurricular activity. And as expected, the singer was banned from going to any fight clubs. The Berrys made sure of it. Unfortunately, they were there to witness that awkward situation the next day. Alex too. It seemed like the Berry men already considered the four of them to be a part of their family—and really, that only made them feel worse because of the guilt—and were comfortable enough to discuss the situation with Rachel.
And to their surprise, Rachel simply nodded her head and didn't make eye contact to any of them throughout breakfast until she excused herself to go to her room.
Rachel missed another three days of school and the girls made it their personal mission to drop the diva's notes and homework, sometimes staying until dinner when Rachel's dads were not home to keep her company. And for those three days that it was just them, it felt like nothing had changed between the four of them.
Sure. Alex was there too. But for Rachel's sake, they managed to come down to a truce. They still had their moments though. Some habits were hard to break after all. And like what they had agreed about that night, nobody asked Rachel anything. Quinn and Brittany were actually proud of Santana for keeping her mouth shut.
Quinn felt a tap on her right shoulder. She leaned back slightly as Brittany whispered to her ear.
"Found her," Brittany said, pointing at a direction near the kitchen where a tiny brunette was being manhandled by none other than Finn fucking Hudson. And by the looks of it, Rachel seemed to be too drunk to fend the beast off.
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Rachel felt weird. She was pretty sure she hadn't drank that much. She only had two bottles so far and currently holding her third. She wasn't a drinker but she wasn't a lightweight either. So why does she feel so dizzy? And so, so...sleepy...
"Well, well. How're you feeling, Berry? Sleepy?"
"Hey Finn! Did you get her?"
Finn scoffed, "Sure did."
Voices...Rachel could hear voices...but it sounded so far away...and muffled...and...what? What were they saying? Upstairs...room...what?
Ugh. She felt sick. She needed to sit down for a while.
Rachel's brain was screaming for her feet to move but she stayed on her spot. She couldn't move. She felt like some kind of force was stopping her from moving around. She tried to move again. Her muscles wouldn't budge. Then there was pain on her right arm.
What the hell was going on?
Suddenly, the strange force left her body, her knees getting wobbly and she leaned on the wall again for support, her eyes drooping close.
Why was everyone yelling all of a sudden?
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Quinn couldn't help the growl that came out of her throat. That fucking oaf! Boyfriend (that made her cringe) or not, he's going to pay for laying a hand on Rachel. Before the Head Cheerio could take the first step, she saw a blur of tanned skin got past her. She watched as Santana Lopez marched down the distance between them and the green giant.
Ignoring the looks from the people in the room, the two blondes power walked towards the three brunettes who were now causing a ruckus, the crowd slowly building around them.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing you giant piece of shit?!" Santana barked as she shove Finn with all her strength—which was a lot—causing the quarterback to stumble backwards in surprise, getting caught by the group of jocks that he was with.
"What the hell, Satan?! What's your problem?!" Finn spat as soon as he regained his balance.
"You're my problem and your pea-sized moronic of a brain, you jackass! And the fact that you look like a taco addict who's had one too many back alley liposuctions, you fucking waste of space!"
"Shut up! SHUT UP BITCH!" Finn attempted to lunge at the raging Latina but he came face to face with Puck who pushed him back.
"Oh no you won't Hudson!"
"Let go, Puck! I'm going to show that bit—"
*smack*
The whole room went silent. The music stopped. People's eyes widened, jaw dropped, some pulling out their phones to take videos, as they watched the golden boy clutched on his now reddened cheek where the Ice Queen's hand had just made contact with.
"Finn Hudson. Nobody had ever made me feel as ashamed as you did tonight. This is, by far, the most embarrassing thing you have ever done. And that's saying something."
"Babe—"
Quinn held up a hand in front of Finn who was now looking at his girlfriend with wide eyes. She didn't even fight the urge to make face at the term of endearment.
"Not only did you manhandled a helpless girl—"
"Berry's not helpless! She's a freak!"
*smack*
"Don't call her that," Quinn said between gritted teeth, her voice low and cold, "Ever."
"B-but—"
"Shut up, Hudson. I want you out of my life. Permanently. I don't want to see even just the outline of your shadow near me. Ever. Understood?"
"W-what?"
"Are you really that dense?" Santana piped in.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"Again, dense."
"Shut up!" Finn huffed, sending the Latina a glare before turning to his now ex-girlfriend, "You can't do this to me, Quinn! You need me!"
Brittany scoffed. Santana snickered. Quinn rolled her eyes. Puck stared at him with a 'wtf' look. And Rachel? Rachel kept swaying in her place as she leaned against the wall, tilting her head back with a thud, oblivious with all the commotion going around her.
"I don't need anyone, Finn," Except for my girlfriends and Rachel, "Especially not you," Quinn finished with a jab on the quarterback's chest, turned on her heels and ignored the whining giant to check on Rachel.
"Party's over for you, Hudson. Get out of my house."
"Whatever, Puckerman."
"Alright everyone. Show's over. Go fuck yourselves," Santana demanded, flailing her hands around as she glared at everybody until the crowd dispersed.
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"Hey Rach, are you okay?" Quinn asked softly, her hands on the diva's shoulders, tilting her head down in an attempt to look at the brunette's face.
"Mmhh...dizzy...wanna sleep..."
"What's up with her, Puck? Did she drink too much already?" Santana asked, turning her attention to the mohawk.
"No. I don't think so. She hasn't been drinking much actually. She's just waiting for Alex. And the party just started. She couldn't be wasted already."
"What's wrong with her then?" Brittany asked.
Puck shrugged, worry showing on his face, "I'm not really sure."
"Karofsky!" With quick steps, she was in front of the jock, looking at the cowering jock dangerously, "What did you do to her?"
"I-It was Hudson's idea!"
"What. Did. You. Do. To. Rachel?" Quinn's voice was low and stern.
"Finn put some kind of sleeping drug on her drink," Karofsky mumbled, his voice barely audible.
"He what?!" Santana exclaimed, "He fucking what?!"
"I-I'm sorry!" the jock squeaked, before running off.
"I should've done more than just slap him."
"Puck, you're supposed to be looking after her."
Puck sighed, "Sorry, Britt. I didn't think Finn would actually go that low. I mean, I know she's still everyone's favorite target, but I didn't really expect that anyone would make a move tonight. Especially as stupid as what Finn did."
They frowned at that. It was them who started it anyway. It was because of them that Rachel was being targeted. At least Puck stopped with his own will and actually tried to lessen Rachel's bullying in his own subtle way. But the Unholy Trinity? They were the worst.
However, since finding out about the fight club and the gruesome realization that it was their fault that Rachel was there in the first place, and then spending three days with her, alone (except Alex was there too), they had been watching the diva closely, observing from afar and staying on guard in case some moron tries to do something moronic to their tiny singer.
They were now making small talks with Rachel in the hallway, ignoring the looks from the crowd. They would march down the halls of McKinley, looking all fierce and just plain bitchy, but then throw a sincere smile to the diva's direction. Sometimes a wink from Brittany. They would walk her to class except they were five feet away from the girl and Rachel didn't even have an idea that they were just there. Then they would eat lunch with her except they would be sitting at the very back of the auditorium while Rachel was at the front or rehearsing. And again, Rachel had no idea they were just there.
No, it wasn't creepy. It's just that when they tried to actually ask Rachel properly, but then she would look at them with those big brown eyes as if they just told her they were gay for each other. Well, it was true but Rachel didn't know that. Yet. Then things would get awkward and Rachel would start rambling and before they knew it, the diva was sprinting off towards the opposite direction. And then they would just look at each other, dumbfounded.
Suffice to say, they didn't try again in fear that the small brunette would freak out again.
Though they were a little confused with how Rachel was behaving since they were doing fine on that three days they spent at the Berrys. As soon as she went back to school, Rachel had been a little aloof from them. But then again, they really couldn't blame her for not trusting them. Especially in school since that was probably where every shitty thing in Rachel's life happened to her. Still, the rejection stung. Not that they had the right to complain.
So they simply gave her some space. Well, sort of if they didn't count how they were creeping up on her. Other than that, they were still successful at making small conversations with every class that they shared with the diva. Fortunately, Rachel was conversing, though they could feel the reluctance from her.
Baby steps, right? It was better than nothing.
"That fucking self-centered brainless good for nothing asshole," Santana muttered under her breath.
"It's fine, Puck. We should have probably gotten her earlier anyway."
"Want...bed...sleep..."
They all turned their heads on Rachel who now had her head buried on Quinn's neck. The Head Cheerio breathed deeply as Rachel's breath tingle her skin, remembering that morning that Rachel almost felt her up.
"I think it's best if we take her to bed," Brittany said, oblivious at the possible double meaning with what she just said, but the other three weren't as clueless as they awkwardly look at each other, Puck wiggling his eyebrows while Quinn and Santana just rolled their eyes.
"I'll carry her," Puck offered but Brittany stopped him.
"That's fine. I can carry her. You still have a party to host. We'll take care of Rachel."
Puck looked at them as if contemplating if he should entrust his Jewbabe to them, but their conversation two weeks ago made him stop thinking.
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"Puckerman."
The football jock winced internally as soon as he heard the Queen Bitch's voice. He knew what was coming,
"Oh. Hey Q," he responded, looking over his shoulder to see Quinn, Santana and Brittany standing just behind him. He appeared nonchalant—though deep inside the presence of Sue's little devils was freaking him out—as he finished putting his shirt on. It seemed that the Unholy Trinity was making it a habit to just burst in to the men's locker room after football practice.
"We need to talk."
"Sure. What's up?" Keep it cool, Puck. Keep it cool.
"About Rachel..."
"Rachel didn't want me to say anything about it, okay?" Puck interrupted quickly, "I promised her. I just kept that promise because she threatened to kick my ass if I open my mouth. Not that I had any plans of telling anyone. Besides, it wasn't my secret to tell so you can't blame me for that. And you can't tell me that I didn't care about her well-being, because I do. This may sound crazy but that was the reason why I never stopped her from going to fi—that place."
Quinn and Santana arched their eyebrow while Brittany frowned.
"You done now?" Santana asked and Puck nodded silently, crossing his arms in defense.
"Good. Now, first of all, we're not here for that—"
Puck's eyebrows went up to his forehead and was about to say something but Santana held up a hand.
"Not done yet Puckerman. As I was saying, we're here for a different reason though it's still about Rachel. Second, as much as we want to smack you in the head, we won't because you're right. We can't take keeping Rachel's secret against you."
Puck sighed in relief.
"Because then Rachel's dads would look bad since they knew about it too," Brittany piped in.
Puck frowned, "So...you already know about the story behind it?"
"You mean there's actually a story behind it?" Quinn asked suspiciously, her eyes piercing as she stared at the boy who looked as if Coach Sylvester had just caught him peeping on the Cheerio's locker room. Again.
"Umm...there's really nothing much to tell."
"Yeah? So I guess it wouldn't hurt if you tell us about it."
Puck shifted uncomfortably in his spot, his eyes going everywhere but the girls, "Uhh..."
"Puckerman," Santana warned, her eyes narrowing.
The jock sighed before looking at the Cheerios, "I'm sorry. It's best if you just ask Rachel. It's her story to tell. I don't think she would appreciate it if I take her spot."
"Fine."
Puck did a double take and stared in disbelief at the Head Cheerio. That was easy, "Okay?"
"Anyway," Brittany started after a pause, "We kind of need your help."
"With what?" Puck asked reluctantly, noticing the shift on the girls' demeanor from confident to hesitant.
"Well, it's about Rachel," Brittany said slowly, glancing at her girlfriends who were looking as uncomfortable as her, "W-we...want to..." be with her, "to make amends with her and...we were hoping if you could help us?"
Puck stared. And continued staring while the gears in his head turned really, really slow, "I'm sorry. Did you just say you want to make up with Rach?"
The girls nodded.
"Like, really, really?"
"Do we look like we're joking?" Santana snapped, "This is hard enough already for us—asking you to trust us with Rachel."
Again, the gears turned on his head and he smirked, "That sounded like asking for my blessing to like, I don't know, date my Jewbro or something," he chuckled.
Well, yeah. That too. Someday. Hopefully.
Quinn groaned, "This isn't a joke, Puck. Seriously. We could have just gone to Rachel straight," which they already did, by the way. That night at Santana's, remember? But Puck didn't have to know that, "and ignore the fact that you're acting like some guard dog around her. Give us some credit here."
No way. Quinn Fabray didn't just whine and ended it with a pout. Just...no.
To their surprise, Puck's face turned serious and looked at each of them in the eyes, "Why?"
"Why what?" Brittany asked, confused.
"Why are you doing this? I mean, yeah, Rachel's one of my best buddies and I want to protect her, but we all know that you know her far better than anyone else. So that goes without a saying that it will still be up to her no matter what."
"We know. But still, it would be nice if we could have your support," Quinn replied softly with sincerity in her eyes.
"Look, we know we did a lot of shitty things to Rachel. Believe it or not, out of all our regrets, hurting her is on the top of our list."
"You're her best friend now," Brittany chimed in, "And us? We're just part of her past. But we like to change that. We know there's probably nothing we can do to earn her forgiveness but..."
"We'd like to try. We'll take our chances. We will probably spend the rest of our lives making it up to her and we won't even mind," Quinn stated with a gentle smile.
Puck observed the girls in front of him. He couldn't believe how they came there wearing confidence and then ended up looking so down and lost. At that moment, he had a flashback of those three girls, wearing smiles and being so carefree, that Rachel loved so much.
For Rachel's sake, he really hoped he wasn't doing the wrong thing.
"You know it's not going to be easy, right?"
Santana smirked, "You know we never backed down from a challenge."
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"You can take her to one of the guest rooms upstairs. Make sure to lock it, okay?" Puck instructed.
The girls nodded and Brittany proceeded to pick Rachel up, bridal style, surprised at how light the girl was. Quinn and Santana walked in front, automatically clearing the path for the tall blonde as they made their way upstairs.
Santana opened the door for them, closing and locking it as soon as they were all inside. Brittany gently place Rachel on the bed, now unconscious. Quinn didn't wait any second to remove Rachel's shoes then her own heels before lying down beside the sleeping brunette. Copying Quinn's actions, Santana and Brittany made their way to the bed. Brittany lay down opposite of Quinn, Santana wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist from the back.
They were engulfed in silence, Rachel's soft snoring was the only sound that could be heard other than the loud music downstairs.
Quinn, propped on her elbow, played with Rachel's hair as she studied the brunette's face. There were still some purple bruising on her face but it was starting to fade now, her cuts just a mere light scar on her face. The scars won't even be visible unless they would look closer.
Brittany was lazily running her hand on Rachel's arm. Her hand was merely touching the brunette's skin but still, the tall Cheerio bask the feel of Rachel's soft skin against her fingertips, amused at how bronzed mixed with her milky ones.
Santana had the same position as Quinn, looking over Brittany's shoulder as she watched the interaction between her blondes and Rachel. She didn't do cheesy, but fuck, what she wouldn't do to keep this moment forever—all of them just enjoying each other's company in a comfortable silence. Of course, she already had a few moments like this with Quinn and Brittany but this time was different. Rachel was there. It may not be the way they wanted, but she was still there. With them. And that counts.
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Rachel woke up in a room that she was certain wasn't hers due to the lack of pinkness and Broadway posters. All she could see was white walls and a small window where the sun was passing through, blinding her. As soon as she regained full consciousness, she tried to open her eyes again. She was perplexed when she heard giggling and voices somewhere near her. She tried to listen carefully, trying to identify where exactly the sound was coming from. She turned her eyes over the bathroom, the door slightly ajar.
Still confused, she got up from the bed and approached the bathroom door carefully. She really shouldn't be sneaking in to a bathroom especially if it was supposed to be occupied. But since she believed that she was alone in that room seeing as there was no evidence or whatsoever of anyone being there other than herself, curiosity got the best of her. She couldn't be hearing voices, right?
Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed the door open.
Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped at what she saw.
Santana was in the middle of Brittany and Quinn. Brittany was facing Santana while Quinn had her hands on the Latina's hips from the back. It shouldn't be so awkward except for the fact that they were half naked and she was pretty sure she saw Santana and Brittany kissing while Quinn sucked on Santana's neck.
What. The. Fuck.
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Author's Note:
So...this was completely random. Like, everything that happened in this chapter didn't even cross my mind. Except for the last part. I didn't plan on for Rachel to find out but I just thought it's about time. I think we've already waited too long, right? Just a heads up, I don't plan to make this revelation too dramatic for Rachel. In fact, I'll make it as light as I possibly could with a touch of light drama. Thanks to YourInnate for the input regarding that.
Now all of that is out of the way, you think it's time for the wooing/groveling to start?
Thanks for the reviews and the ideas to aid me in my writer's block. It's really appreciated. I'll keep them in mind. =)