AN: Hey everybody! *sighs* Okay, I actually don't have the energy for this. I'm really sick right now and I should probably be sleeping, but it's daytime and I, for whatever reason, can't sleep during the day... unless I'm totally exhausted.

Also, I'm not sure if it's because I'm sick or if it's because I'm still on a Korrasami high, but at some point while writing this I typed Korra instead of Rachel. How I got those two mixed up I don't know. Just wanted to give you all a heads up. I went through and I don't think there are any mistakes (at least none name-switching wise, grammar wise there are likely many cause I suck at grammar) but if there are any (name-switching wise) I will fix it... once I'm better.

Until then, enjoy.

"No."

"But Quinn-"

"I said no."

"You won't even listen to me."

"I did listen," Quinn pointed out as she swiftly spun around to her girlfriend. "And I have been listening for the past few days, and I'm telling you no." Her words were spoken with such finality that any normal person would have just let the topic drop there. But Rachel was no average person. Her lips curled downward and Quinn's eyes narrowed. "Oh, don't even think about using that pout on me. I am not going to set my sister up with Gabrielle." She gave Rachel one last stern look before spinning on heel and going on her way.

"But-"

"I said no, Rachel."

Rachel frowned. She had hoped that this would have gone easier, but Quinn had been quite firm in her stance. Rachel knew that she couldn't, nor wouldn't, assist Gabrielle without Quinn's help and approval so she had to figure out a way to change her mind. Quinn had advanced several feet ahead of her, but apparently she had decided not to go on without her. Rachel walked up beside her and linked her hands together with Quinn's.

"Are we really fighting?" she asked, a few moments after they started walking.

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh. She turned to Rachel, a frown upon her face. "It's not like I want to argue with you, but Gabby… with my sister." She shuddered at the thought and then continued on her way, lightly tugging Rachel along with her. "She's a great girl, I'll admit, but it would just be weird and can you just drop it already?" Rachel opened her mouth to speak but a quick glance from Quinn had her shutting it once more. She pouted again and this time she successfully, although not purposely, managed to break through Quinn's resolve. "I'll think about it," she sighed. Rachel instantly lit up and was about to hug Quinn, but halted when she found a finger pointed right at her face. "But you are not allowed to do that to me anymore."

"Um… okay. I guess I can try." Quinn didn't look fully convinced, and truthfully Rachel was quite sure she'd be able to keep up her side of the agreement. But it was the effort that counted so Rachel put on a big smile and hoped that Quinn would believe her. There was this small, contemplative scowl on Quinn's face as she turned back away. But she wrapped an arm around Rachel's waist and proceeded to walk Rachel the rest of the way to class. She left with a kiss on the cheek as well as a promise that they'd talk later.

For the rest of the day Rachel made sure not to bring up the topic. She was determined to give Quinn the space to think things through and to realize, on her own, that it'd be a great idea to get Frannie and Gabrielle together or that she'd at least not consider it an awful idea. Rachel knew full well that she was getting a little ahead of herself with this whole match-matcher thing but if she could get the girl of her dreams then she didn't see why Gabrielle couldn't do so too. And, if Rachel were being honest, she had to admit that Gabby and Frannie would be quite cute together.

She very much liked the thought of them being happy together, and had just so happened to be picturing said image when she saw Gabrielle across the cafeteria during lunch. She smiled at her funnily, which in turned caused Gabrielle much confusion. She promptly started to look around her in a vain effort to find what it was that Rachel found so amusing. Yeah, she and Frannie would definitely look cute together.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The sound of Santana's voice snapped Rachel out of her thoughts. She jumped back slightly in fright, nearly dropping her tray of food to the floor. Despite everything, Santana still scared her quite a bit.

"Nothing," she answered swiftly.

Santana's gazed drifted over to where a confused Gabrielle stood and then back to Rachel. "Nothing?" she repeated and Rachel nodded. "Well, it better not have been. I hate to say it Berry, but you're actually not half bad. But if you hurt Q I'll-"

"I would never." For a moment Santana's eyes turned fiery and Rachel worried that she had just made a big mistake but the anger in her eyes disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Her expression softened and she gave Rachel a look that Rachel was unfamiliar with. For her it seemed to be one of… respect. She gave Rachel an approving smirk and then spun around quickly, her hair whipping behind her and nearly slapping Rachel across the face. Rachel stood shocked and watched as Santana walked off towards their usual table.

She was okay and everything had gone fine, surprisingly. Nonetheless, Rachel gave herself a once over just to check and see if Santana had done something to her while she had otherwise been preoccupied but didn't appear to be the case. Her lips curled upward into a smile. She had stood her ground and everything went great. Rachel felt so proud of herself. She quickly scanned the immediate area to see if anyone had noticed her achievement. As luck would have it, none did.

But perhaps Gabby had. Rachel turned back in her direction but found that she was long gone. Her shoulders slumped somewhat. She had been in the middle of the cafeteria and had done something that few others would even attempt, and yet no one but her had witnessed it. It was a bit disheartened for Rachel but moved passed her annoyance and went to grab some food. As she walked someone came up from behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Hey there Jew Babe, what's up?" Noah said before he noted her expression. "You okay? Did something happen? Who do I gotta beat up?" Rachel chuckled at the last bit, but she stopped him before he got to ahead of himself. Noah would end up far too disappointed otherwise. Since she knew he'd understand, Rachel calmly told him about what had just happened. He chuckled lightly in amusement. "That must have been something," he mused aloud.

"It was!" Rachel gushed, causing Noah to laugh once more. But he understood how important this achievement was to Rachel and so he quickly stopped before moving on to a different topic.

"Bet it was, anyways I got a surprise for you later."

Rachel's eyes lit up, and she completely forgot about her earlier disappointment. "A surprise? Ooh, what is it?"

"A surprise?" he laughed with a shrug. "No hints either, you'll just have to wait until later." Reactively, Rachel put on her trademark pout. Noah knew the look well and knew, just as Quinn had come to learn, that said pout had strong persuasive powers. He left swiftly before Rachel could use it against him, but before he left Noah decided to ruffle Rachel's hair up a bit. Rachel shot his retreating form a nasty glare and straightened herself out.

She grabbed a tray of food and then went to meet Rachel at the table. Rachel was greeted with a kiss on the cheek and a gagging sound from Santana. She couldn't make up her mind on whether or not to appreciate the fact that Santana's reaction to their displays of affection would likely never change. But it was enough to know that Quinn's best friend approved of their relationship, even if she was entirely disgusted by it.

But as things were, their displays of affection were a bit limited, particularly when Gabrielle came by and took a seat not too far away from them. She looked a bit nervous at her placement at the table and its proximity to Quinn, but there weren't many available spots left. Rachel waved at her warmly, in an attempt to calm her. Rachel could feel Santana's eyes on her as she did so but the feeling didn't last long, and when she turned towards her she found that Santana was otherwise preoccupied.

Rachel turned back in time to catch Gabrielle give a small wave back. She immediately turned her attention to her food and chatted a bit with those who were directly next to her. After that, the rest of lunch seemed to pass by quite uneventfully. And after a few more hours Rachel was once more heading out to the field with her girlfriend. She gave Quinn a quick kiss on the cheek before her girlfriend got started for Cheerios practice.

Then, once again, Rachel took a place up on the bleachers. She had gotten a bit of homework throughout the day and so she pulled some out and got started on it. If there was one bright side to not being able to play anymore it was that Rachel's schedule had been cleaned up a bit, that and she wouldn't have to get tackled anymore. Also, that whole thing with teachers letting jocks slide through class; so not true. Or maybe it just wasn't true in Rachel's case. Not that she would have ever taken advantage of such a thing of course.

The team came out not soon later. Briefly, Rachel's eyes shot up from her work. She watched as they all ran out onto the field, or at least it appeared that they had. One number looked to be missing among the crowd. Rachel searched for Noah, eventually finding him on the sidelines talking with Coach Beiste. Rachel couldn't hear a word they were saying and she knew better than to try and read their lips, but she was curious to say the least especially since was still awaiting her surprise. Noah glanced at her for a moment, this huge grin upon his face. He held his hand out and Coach Beiste placed her own hand over his. She looked to be handing him something; something small. Noah looked over it briefly before handing it back.

She watched as Noah turned to the bleachers and marched up to where she sat. He casually plopped down beside her with a simple, "Hey." He leaned back slightly and stretched. He acted normally even though Rachel knew that he was aware that she had been looking at them. She knew that he was enjoying what he was doing; torturing her so. "Team's been looking good, haven't they?"

"They have," Rachel played along.

"Hasn't been the same without you though."

"But you guys don't need me," Or at least Rachel hoped that they didn't. "You'll just have to focus more on your passing game, and you guys did a great job at that during your last game." Noah scoffed at her words.

"We got lucky," he admitted. "Were you even watching?" Silence followed, save for the sound of Rachel's slight fidgeting. "You didn't?" he asked in disbelief.

"I was nervous, okay?! The game was so close the entire time and I just couldn't take it," she explained. "So I closed my eyes and had Quinn tell me about what was happening. Is that so wrong? And stop laughing at me!" Rachel punched Noah hard on the arm but he kept laughing. "I mean it Noah, stop laughing!" She raised her tiny fist up threateningly.

"Okay, okay," Noah said, his hands held up at the ready to defend himself if necessary. "I didn't mean to make fun; it's just that you'll need to keep your eyes open if you're going to be Assistant Coach."

"Just because you weren't trying to make fun of me doesn't mean that- wait, what?"

"It wouldn't be an official job or anything," Noah told her. "But I've been talking to Coach and she thinks that it'd be a good idea and so do I. So what do you say?" He gave her a moment to answer, but after said moment he decided to add, "If you do say yes, please try not to be so bossy." For that he received another punch. "Ow! And don't go punching everybody."

"I won't," Rachel promised. "You know I'll only save my punches for you," she told him warmly. "Do I get a whistle? Please tell me I get a whistle."

Noah nodded while rubbing his arm and used his head to gesture towards Coach Beiste. "Yeah, Coach has it." Rachel squealed and jumped up to her feet. She eagerly ran down the bleachers. "I've created a monster, haven't I?"

"Oh, you have no idea! Thank you so much Noah!" Behind her, Rachel heard Noah groan.

"Thanks!" he yelled. "Now everybody'll know who to blame!"

"You're welcome! I'm sure everyone will be very thankful once I win us that championship!" Rachel ran to Coach Beiste who, having heard the end of her conversation with Noah, already had Rachel's whistle held out. It was simple and ordinary, but it hung from a lanyard which had gold star pattern on it. As Rachel took it, she couldn't help but take a look at it. "Thank you Coach!" Rachel leapt up and took Coach Beiste into a hug. "I won't let you down," she told her upon pulling back. "Do you mind if I go tell Quinn real quick?"

"Go ahead, but afterward we'll need to whip these boys into shape."

"Will do, Coach." Rachel rushed over to where the Cheerios were deep in practice. She wanted so badly to jump in, but knew far better than to do so. Instead Rachel waved her hand, and her new whistle, in Quinn's direction. It didn't take long for her girlfriend to notice. Quinn sent her a smile and blew her a kiss. Satisfied, Rachel ran back to Coach Beiste. "May I?" she asked, her whistle only inches away from her lips.

"Go ahead."

Rachel blew on her whistle hard, easily gaining the attention of the entire team. "All right boys! We have a lot of work to do if we want to win that championship so let's get to it!"

AN: Also, do I or do I not want to know what the heck has been going on with Glee? I've heard some things and seen some things too.