Thank you for the reviews and follows. You guys rock. I know the first chapter was wicked short. I also can't help but work in episodes in some way, so be warned. This is still very different for me. So I have a question. I will have all four girls here, Rachel, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. And eventually Rachel will have a love interest. The thing is Idk who. Personally I am a Faberry fan. But I did put the two main characters Rachel and Santana. So my question do you want Faberry or Pezberry? Still plenty of time, and right now still building suspense. I know everyone wants to know Rachel's secret, but in due time. So I'd love input. This story started as a fan suggestion, only seems right that I keep that going. Also if you have any suggests for this story or a story you'd like me to write don't hesitate to suggest. If I can figure it out in my head I will write it. Anyways chapt 2, enjoy.
"Hey," Brittany said sitting next to Rachel.
Rachel didn't respond. She sat looking down at the floor. She checked out like she did at every glee meeting lately. She was thinking of ways to avoid going home. During the summer months she would end up camping out at the park. Now with the nights were getting cold it wasn't so easy. She would have to spend her nights at home. She was just hoping by the time she got home she her father was asleep. It was the only way she was able to avoid him.
"Whatcha looking at?" Brittany asked. She tried to see what Rachel was looking at, placing herself next to Rachel looking at the floor. She was expecting something but saw nothing of interest. She sat back and waved her hand in front of Rachel's face. She still got no response.
Rachel didn't see the hand Brittany waved in front of her face.
"Rachel?" Brittany asked as she placed her hand on Rachel's shoulder.
The contact made Rachel jump. She retracted her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was protecting herself, but didn't pull away from the touch. "I'm sorry!" Rachel yelled.
Mr. Shuster turned from the whiteboard and turned around. He had only written the letter M. He was going to write the word me. The assignment was for the members to write a song about what they were going through at that time, to express themselves, and help prepare them for sectionals. Writing their own songs seemed to be there new thing to do at competitions.
All the other members turned towards Rachel. They saw her curled in a ball and Brittany's hand was on her shoulder. The clueless blonde looked to Mr. Shuster with a scared and confused look on her face.
"Is everything alright?" the Spanish teacher asked.
Rachel opened her eyes and saw she wasn't home. She was still at McKinley in the choir room. The glee club was all staring at her. She slowly lowered her legs off the chair. She turned and looked and saw who was touching her. Rachel got up and left the choir room.
"Brittany what happened?" Mr. Shue asked the ditzy blonde.
"I just put my hand on her shoulder," Brittany said holding her hands up defensively. She looked around the room seeing the accusing eyes. She decided to try and find the small brunette.
Brittany didn't know where to start. The place she would always go was the football field. She made her way outside and didn't see the small brunette. She did however find her best friend Santana.
"Hey Britt," Santana said seeing the blonde.
"Hey Santana, have you seen Rachel?"
"No, and why would I care?" the Latina replied crossing her arms.
"Because something is wrong," Brittany replied. "And before Mr. Shue kicked you out I saw you."
"Saw me what?"
"I saw the way you looked at you. You care. You always seemed to notice something different with her."
Santana diverted her eyes. "Have you talked to Quinn?"
"No, why?
"Because… because trust me, she's always been more in tune with her. They had this weird connection," Santana replied trying to not sound jealous.
"Ok," Brittany replied turning to leave the field. She didn't get far before she turned back around, "Uhm San. Where can I find Quinn?"
"With the Skanks," Santana replied.
Brittany just continued to stare at her friend. Santana rolled her eyes and grabbed Brittany by the arm. "Come on."
Santana lead the way to the bleachers. She continued to walk until they were underneath where they found Quinn with her pink hair smoking with three other girls.
"Q," Santana yelled getting her attention.
Quinn turned around, and rolled her eyes seeing her two old friends in their cheerios outfits. She walked over, "What?" she asked annoyed.
"Have you seen Berry?" Santana asked.
"No why would I care?"
"Because there is something wrong with her," Brittany replied.
"You could say that again," Quinn quipped. The group of skanks laughed at Quinn's response.
"There is something wrong with her," Brittany said again in a serious tone.
Quinn squinted her eyes, staring at the ditzy blonde. "Ok what is she talking about?" Quinn asked Santana.
The Latina shrugged in response.
"You guys haven't seen?" Brittany asked.
"Seen what?" Quinn asked.
"Seen Rachel?"
"Britt we're not in glee, when would we see Rachel?" Santana asked.
"But you two are smart, and so is Rachel. You have classes together."
Quinn and Santana both stared at Brittany confused.
"How can you not notice? You have a connection with her," Brittany said to Quinn. "You two have history together. And you San, you seem to always looking at her. You have Spanish with her."
"What are you talking about? I think I would notice if I had class with the annoying dwarf. She is hard to miss with her reindeer sweaters, and her annoying rants." Santana countered.
"She doesn't wear them anymore," the blonde cheerio informed them.
"What do you mean?" Quinn asked.
"She wears black and grey sweatshirts and pants every day. She uses her hair to hide her face. She doesn't talk anymore. No one sees her anymore."
"Wait a minute, you mean to tell me the new girl that sits in the back of my Spanish class is Rachel?" Santana asked.
Brittany only nodded in response.
Quinn nodded her head and walked away. She couldn't believe what Brittany was saying. Santana turned the other direction, leaving her best friend alone with her concern.
The next day Quinn and Santana had to see if Brittany was telling the truth. Quinn got to her history class right before the bell. She wanted to see if she could see Rachel before the bell rang. She didn't see the brunette in her classic animal sweater. She took a seat in the back of the room and kept scanning. She figured she'd name everyone in her head. There was a girl next to her that she couldn't name.
"You look like a skank," Quinn said to the girl next to her. She was wearing all black, sweat pants and sweat shirt. She had dark hair and it was covering her face. She kept looking down at her desk she didn't say anything in response to Quinn.
Quinn took a piece of her notebook paper and crumpled up into a ball. She then threw it to the girl next to her. The girl flinched as the paper hit her face.
"You gonna answer me?" Quinn asked sharply.
"What can I do for you Quinn?" the girl asked in a soft voice.
"How do you know my name?"
"You're Quinn Fabray. You use to be head cheerleader. You were in glee for two years. But after nationals you quit, for a reason we all don't know. I think there is some self-hate for getting pregnant your sophomore year."
"Self-hate?"
"Yes, because you keep cheating on your boyfriends. You feel like no one loves you. The one person that would've loved you unconditionally you gave away. You gave her to my mother."
Quinn's mouth dropped. "Rachel?"
"Well my biological, surrogate mother for my dads," Rachel finished. There were tears rolling down her face.
"Miss Fabray, Miss Berry, I hope I'm not interrupting your social hour back there. I'm just trying to have a history lesson up here." A middle age balding man said to the two in the back.
"Actually you are," Quinn quipped without even looking at him.
"I'll see you both after school in detention."
Quinn rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the front of the room. She could've swore she heard Rachel thank her under her breath.
When class ended Quinn went to find the Latina.
"Santana," Quinn said finding the girl by her locker with Brittany.
"Skank," Santana replied.
"Brittany was right. I do have class with Rachel. She's wearing all black, she looks like she lost weight. She looks sickly," Quinn told Santana.
"So what are you proposing?" the Latina asked.
"I don't know," Quinn said looking past Santana. She saw the small girl making her way down the hall way. Santana turned to see what Quinn was looking at. Finally seeing what Brittany and Quinn were talking about. "I don't know, but if we don't do something…"
"We'll regret it," Brittany finished.