Black Betty

Chapter 2: The Pyramid

Faberry

Rated M

Also, for the person who reviewed about Rachel's height, I want her at 5'8, 5'3 is too short for what I have in mind for her character.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Rules are made for a reason.

Those reasons being: To keep people in their place, and to maintain order.

When rules are broken, chaos is ensued.

This is what my father tells me.

So as I walk down the hallways of McKinley high with my hands on my hips decked out in my cheerleading uniform I expect respect.

The uniform I wear is a symbol of my status.

I'm at the top and I will stay here.

Whatever I demand I receive. And whatever I state, becomes a rule.

My first rule… Stay out of my way when I'm walking.

It's very well known.

So I can only assume that the two idiots that are standing right in the middle of the hallway have forgotten said rule.

As Santana makes our presence known I struggle to keep a straight face as the two brunettes turn to face us.

And I knew right then… fate is real.

The brain is a very powerful organ you see. It can put two and two together before you even realize it. Memories easily flood through my mind as I stand silently, not wanting to accept the obvious.

But it doesn't matter, she doesn't recognize me.

So now I'm stuck in-between relief and feeling anxious— an almost impossible combination.

Yet there's something else, another emotion that I can't place.

I kept my face neutral and continued to walk once they were out of our way; my mind was running so quickly that I couldn't even get a solid thought together.

How could Rachel be here? I haven't seen her in ages. I wonder if she'll ever recognize me. Well, of course she will. Or she'll think it's weird that I have the exact same name as someone she used to know. The last name "Fabray" isn't exactly common.

I need to lay low, but how do I do something like that when I'm the head cheerleader, no I shouldn't lay low. Maybe I should just go up to her and say something to her. Hey, long time no see. Ugh.

"Q!?" I turned my attention to Santana who was looking at me with concern and maybe slight disgust. We don't really like each other too much.

"Where the hell are you leading us, we paraded around this hallway already." She said while lifting a hand gesturing towards the B hallway.

She was right, I just wasn't paying much attention I guess.

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter, feel free to go wherever I have to go deal with something."

She raised an eyebrow, holding my eye contact until she was satisfied with what she saw.

"Come on B" She said linking pinkies with the taller blonde.

"Ok San. Bye Q have a good day!" The bubbly cheerleader waved at me and I returned it slightly trying to keep up appearances.

Once the bodyguards left I sighed and looked around the hallway deciding I need to put some type of plan into action.

Rachel Puckerman and her brother are going to be roaming these halls with me. Most likely I'll have a class with one of them so that immediately could put one of them on alert once they hear my last name.

That doesn't give me much time then, one day at the most.

Fuck.

During this summer I was busy coming to terms with, well, me.

I'm gay.

The first girl to ever make me question myself, has come back (out of fucking nowhere) but still. I thought I escaped her.

I'm not saying that she wasn't good to me. We were best friends. But when she kissed me all those years ago, I knew that something was wrong.

My father said that being gay was a sin, and I follow(ed) everything my father says.

But now at the age of 17 I've come to terms with my self and my past mistakes.

One thing I do regret is not writing Rae back while she was locked away. I can't imagine how lonely it must be in there.

My father didn't allow me to write to her anymore once he got wind that she was in Juvi. I shouldn't "associate" myself with "people" like her.

She was apparently a terrible influence on me, according to my father of course.

She was the reason I was fat, she was reason I wore glasses, she was also the reason I didn't behave like a lady.

School was already hard after Rae went away, she kept the bullies away but it was like open season when she couldn't protect me.

So I was happy for the move.

I started swimming lessons, and ballet and lost weight very quickly. Making my father happy, and honestly I was happy too, I was healthier, all for the wrong reasons but whatever.

I was able to get contacts as well, but the one thing that was strange to me and still bothers me till this day… my nose job. At that moment, I truly understood how powerful my father was when he was able to persuade a plastic surgeon to operate on a 14 year old.

.oOo.

The table in the cafeteria that I usually occupy is very exclusive.

Only two jocks are allowed at a time, and the rest of the seats are for the co-captain and a plus one. Considering the whole 'unholy trinity' set-up we have everything covered, and lunch time is usually spent listening to slushy requests, or other favors that only us as Cheerios have power over.

I wasn't paying much attention to whatever jock was at the table, complaining about whatever he needed I was just ready to get it over with.

"Ok Jackson, we'll write it down and go over everything. We'll send a baby cheerio your way once we've made a decision." Brittany stated with a sweet smile as the football player left the table.

I continued to stab the soggy lettuce in my tray completely disappointed in my meal. I should contact coach and see if she could do anything about this.

Sadly, a short two minutes passed before another annoying jock sat down to whine.

And annoyingly enough it was Karofsky.

"I need another slushy request." He stated and I raised my eyebrow.

"Listen lard. We gave you two cups four hours ago, there's a limit. And we already did you a solid by not asking who exactly you were trying to slushy." Tana stated without even looking up from the nails she was filing.

I glanced back at Karofsky, just now noticing his black eye and busted lip. He took a deep breath and I was honestly curious on who did the damage.

A chuckle escaped without my permission, causing Santana to look at me then towards Karofsky, and unlike me the Latina out right guffawed in his face.

I shook my head, the smile on my face becoming hard to hide.

"Ok now I get it." Chuckle. "The person who punched you in the face is the same person you slushied this morning. But now you want another cup? Why?" Chuckle. "So you can get your ass beat again?"

I continued to giggle almost uncontrollably at Santana, meanwhile Brittany leaned her head against Santana's shoulder causing the latina to freeze up.

"You're so funny San." Brittany said dreamily.

Interesting.

"Whatever. May I get the cups or not." Back to the Jock in question.

I shrugged, deciding it's about time I said something. "Who's this person?" I asked while pushing away the sad tray of soggy lettuce.

"Some new kids. Two of them, look a like. Uh, they had on leather jackets, the girl had a tattoo on her neck. A couple of freaks honestly."

Rae.

"Oh." I smirked cynically while staring at him. "Consider them off limits then. Starting now. So go, let all your jock friends know." I shooed him away with my hand, feeling slightly accomplished.

"What the fuck Q. You know you're supposed to discuss that with us first." Santana said with a bite in her voice.

With one look we settled the debate quickly. She knew my word goes regardless of what they think.

That's a rule.

"I'm just curious Q. You don't know them and you made them untouchable? What's your angle?"

"Actually. I do know them." I said casually while standing up and making my way out of the cafeteria.

.oOo.

Before the last class of the day I was leaning against my locker staring at the Puckermans from a distance. They were talking to each other and to some blonde haired boy that I've never seen before. And boy, I would've noticed him and that huge mouth.

I grabbed whoever was near me by the shirt and pulled them closer. Turned out to be some regular boy who was wearing a sweatshirt that advertised The Hulk. I rolled my eyes, out of all the avengers he picks the fucking Hulk.

"You see those three people talking right there." I asked, pointing towards Rae and them.

The boy quickly nodded. "Do you know their names?"

He shook his head so quickly I became afraid that he'd actually dislocate his neck, if that's possible.

"Ok. What you're going to do is go over there, and tell the girl that Lucy says hi. And that's it you're going to walk away, in fact. Run away, understand?" He nods quickly and I send him off.

I watch him for a second to make sure he does his task before turning around.

Part one of my plan is a go.

.oOo.

Ok so quite possibly I should've been clearer with the random boy. Maybe I should've made sure that he didn't say. "Hey, Quinn told me to tell you that Lucy says hi."

Well, he ruined everything.

While walking out of my last class fully intent on heading straight for the field, I was stopped by Rachel herself in all her v-neck glory.

"Hey" She said.

I nodded my head in hello.

"Listen. This random kid who was very nervous by the way told me something. And he told me that you were the one that sent him to me. I'm just confused, and I really don't like to be fucked with. Understand?"

I remained silent while staring at her. Earlier I didn't get a good chance to really look at the slight changes of maturity. Her face was slimmer, her jaw was more defined, and her dark eyes still held so much emotion that I sometimes wonder if she ever knew people could read her like a book.

"What'd he say exactly." Though I knew. Of course, just making sure.

Plus, I figure this will be easier to break the news.

Being apprehensive never came upon me until after I asked that question. Maybe I just didn't think too far ahead.

Still.

"He said Lucy says hi. I was confused because I only know one Lucy, and she ain't blonde."

Yet still, I'm not feeling the correct emotions. At this point I should feel sadness seeping in.

It's not that though—

"Rae." I take a deep breath, and chance a look into her eyes. She knows now.

"Are you really?" She says with I could only guess is disbelief. "Look, I guess I can see it. It's just crazy you're here and that you look nothing like Lucy-."

She gives me a once over.

"-Besides the eyes."

She doesn't speak again. I guess everything has been said.

"Come to my practice. We can talk later?"

She shakes her head. "I'm off looking for a job. Seeing if this small town has room for a criminal."

She smirks and walks passed me.

Disappointment—

I finally got my emotions right.

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