A/N: I'm really sorry you guys. I'm having a lot of trouble writing this story, and I'll keep trying, but I don't have a clue where it's going. I know that this is a short chapter and I'll make it up to you. Visible will be finished, but as of right not I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do it. There's currently no endgame in mind, and the writer's block her is dramatic. I'm going to take a short break to work on Something Better, because I have a plan for that one, then I'll come back and finish Visible.

Rachel stormed into the locker room after morning practice that Monday, eyes fiery and ponytail flipping behind her. She stopped in front of Santana, who started laughing when she saw her.

Grabbing the girl's arm, Rachel tugged her over to where Brittany and Quinn were seated, doing each other's makeup and giggling.

"What do you think you were doing?' Rachel let go of Santana and crossed her arms, tapping her foot as she waited for an answer.

"That you sleep like the dead." Quinn rolled her eyes. "We thought that you would at least put up a fight. You didn't even notice when we tied you up!" Brittany giggled at the memory. "You would be an awesome target for a kidnapper."

"You left me on the side of the road! And put me in my Cheerios uniform!" She was gesturing wildly around the room. "What if some creep had found me?"

"Oh, relax Berry." Santana said, as she joined the other girls, sitting on the floor and helping Quinn with Brittany's makeup. "We didn't just leaver you there. If you had looked around, you would have seen Quinn's car. It was just on the other side of the strip you were on. We waited until Puckerman was there, and then we left."

Brittany, who had her eyes closed so that Santana could put some eyeshadow on her, was suddenly serious. "We did have to scare off a few men though. Santana went Lima Heights Adjacent. You were lucky to be asleep."

Rachel couldn't do anything but stare at them. "So…you didn't just leave?"

"Of course not, stupid." Quinn stood up and pulled Rachel over to the ground by the other girls and started on her makeup. "We're your friends. We'd never just leave you somewhere."

Santana looked offended. "What do you think we are? All we were doing was pulling a prank. You got the easy end of the stick too. When I joined the team, Quinn and Brittany dragged me into the mall and got me into the top of the jungle gym somehow. I was stuck in there for hours, until the creepy elves from the mall Santa came to help me out."

Quinn laughed. "They were the ones who helped us get you up there." She turned to Rachel. "We had to drug Santana. I crushed up a couple sleeping pills and mixed them into her nightly cup of decaf coffee."

She was shocked. They did this with every girl, and they hadn't just abandoned her like she had thought.

"Why did you call Noah?"

"Because you have a crush on him." Brittany said simply, then started on Santana's makeup.

"Almost done…" Quinn flicked a mascara brush one more time, then moved the cosmetics bag to Rachel. "My turn!"

She started with eyeshadow.

"I don't have a crush on Noah!" Rachel protested vehemently.

Santana snorted. "Right, and I'm a virgin."

"I don't!" Rachel insisted. "He's a lovely boy, and we go to Temple together. That's all."

"Lovely?" Quinn smirked. "Not exactly my first choice of words to describe Puck. I doubt he'd appreciate being called 'lovely'. Especially since he likes you too."

"He doesn't like me."

"Are you seriously that blind?" Santana chimed in. "I tried booty calling him once on a Saturday. He turned me down because he wanted to sleep in. It was two in the afternoon."

"He got up early because he thought that you were all going to have a foursome with him."

"No he didn't." Brittany frowned. "Santana texted him and said that there was a little present waiting for him, and that there was even a Berry on top. She capitalized berry, so he knew that it was you."

"He didn't tell you that?" Quinn asked as she puckered her lips for pink-tinted chapstick.

Rachel shook her head.

"I thought that he still liked you, Santana."

The girl in question snorted. "He never liked me. I'm just easy."

Rachel pondered over this, and the girls made idle chit-chat until they were done with primping, and headed out to class. She kept her eyes peeled, but Puck was nowhere to be found.