Hello lovelies! I am finally updating after a lot of craziness this week. Finals, class trips, promotion etc but I wont bore with my life. Let's go to Glee! First thank you very much to Gleeky-Gleek. She reads and reviews and she was the only one, so far, to try playing the Quote Game from the pevious "chapter". Just go to chapter 2 and play. You still can if you want to. I'm sorry that I couldn't proof-read becuase I have no tiome and it was either no real proofread and ge the story today or proofread and get it on Monday. I'm not gonna say when chapter 3 will be up but I will ave more time to come on the computer now. SUMMER VACATION! I think thats all I had to say so enjoy the story and REVIEW! How do I kno you'e interested if you don't tell me. If I don't get any reviews, I don't know if I'll continue...
Chapter 2
Picturesque LA on a beautiful sunny day. Rachel Berry couldn't think of any place she'd rather be. Well, in New York City on Broadway but the City of Angels was definitely a close second. And she couldn't wait to actually get there. Not that where she was was something to complain about.
The Fire Network, home of Drama Club, had sent a private jet to pick up New Directions. The plane was bigger than most houses in Lima, complete with two full living room sets with huge flat screen TVs, rows of reclining airplane seats, a stocked snack bar, a private office and two full bathrooms. Artie had alreadt tried to talk the pilot into taking the scenic route past the Atlantic Ocean, through Europe and Asia, and across the Pacific Ocean to California so they could spend more time on the plane. The pilot politely declined and the flight assistant wheeled him back to his friends.
Rachel was extremely happy. She was spending all of this time with her friends- yes, she, Rachel Barbra Berry had actual friends- and amazing boyfriend whose lap she was currently using as a pillow. When they first boarded the plane, Kurt, Mercedes and Tina had pulled her to the plush booth in the corner to gossip and plan outfits. They were all in sweats and comfy jeans for the plane ride but had brought a change of clothes knowing that fashionista Kurt would never let them "strut into the land of the fabulous looking like its laundry day." His words. Finn, Puck, Sam, Artie and Lauren had claimed one of the TVs for a video game marathon. Santana, Brittany and Quinn took over a row of recliners for face masks and hateful talk. Mr. Shuester locked himself in the office away from the teenagers. Enjoying their privacy and over-active hormones, the teens started breaking up into couples and finding secluded spaces. Mike, Sam and Artie grabbed Tina, Quinn and Brittany, respectively, leading them to the hidden rows of recliners. By Kurt's suggestion, Rachel got up and led Finn by the collar to an empty bathroom while Lauren and Puck took the other. Santana and Mercedes, both single, settled in for a chick flick with Kurt who was watching half-heartedly, more focused on texting his adorable boyfriend, Blaine.
"I love you, Finn," Rachel whispered to her boyfriend in the airplane bathroom between kisses. He tightened his grip on her waist and picked the short girl up and onto the edge of the counter. At this level he could actually see into her eyes.
"I love you too, Rachie. Forever," Finn responded, stepping in between her legs and wrapping his arms around her waist again." I will never under no circumstance, let anything else come between us. After everything that happened with Jesse, Quinn, Santana and Puck, I swore- I swear- that I will never let anything come between us again. Every time I lost you it felt like I was losing myself. I never want to feel that way again"
Rachel stared up at the tall, handsome boy and wondered to herself how she had gotten to be so lucky. She, the animal-sweater-wearing loser and slushie target, was dating the gorgeous quarterback. Not only was Finn completely popular and quite frankly, out of her league he was the sweetest guy she had ever met.
While Rachel was lost in her thoughts, Finn interpreted her silence as rejection and felt his entire body go weak. Without realizing it, his grip on Rachel slackened some as let out a defeated breath. Rachel was pulled out of her own thoughts when she felt some of the warmth Finn's embrace was providing disappear. She looked up at his crushed expression in confusion. Realization dawned on her that Finn thought she was turning him down. Hurriedly, she scooted herself back into his embrace and placed a hand gently on his cheek.
"Hey, hey! Sweetheart, look at me." Finn raised his eyes back to Rachel's face and she continued. "I love you, you know that. No matter what happens in Lima or LA or even New York, can change that. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about what I had done to ever deserve you," she finished with a soft smile.
Finn smiled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, "I'm the one that should be wondering that. You're amazing, Rachel, beautiful, smart, talented, loving and sweet. You're everything I could have ever dreamed of." With that he leaned in and kissed the stunned and blushing brunette
5 minutes and many heated kisses later, the pair finally broke apart. And only because of a furious pounding on the locked bathroom door. Finn sighed heavily and opened the door to reveal a very pissed Kurt Hummel. Rachel took one look at his angry diva pose of one hand on his hip and a foot tapping impatiently, and knew she was in trouble.
"May I help you?" questioned an agitated Finn.
"No attitude, Hudson," he said before turning to the short girl trying to ease off the sink unnoticed and flashing her a wicked grin. "Rachel, you were supposed to meet me exactly 20 minutes ago. Every second in beauty is crucial and know that you're going to make me have to rush gorgeous, I get complete creative control!" With that he tugged the stuttering and protesting girl out of the bathroom as Finn watched them amused. He blew a kiss at her pleading figure being dragged away from him. It's not like Kurt's actually dangerous, he decided, the worst that'll happen is Rachel will come out looking like a very short runway model and frankly he saw nothing wrong with that.
Finn had never been so grateful to his step-brother in his entire life. Seriously, the world needed a memorial dedicated to Kurt Hummel and by the way the shorter boy winked at him when he and Rachel emerged from the bathroom they were using as a make-over room. Finn barely knew how to describe how Rachel looked at the moment. Beautiful but then again she always looks beautiful. Rachel had started dressing better recently. Not that Finn didn't think she looked adorable in her animal skirts and short plaid skirts but, well, they were in high school. He liked her pretty blouses and skinny jeans better. But this outfit of her now is very new and very, very amazing. Kurt put her in a very short denim skirt with black stitching along the pockets. With it he put a tight pink camisole and a cropped black sweater. He had even made her wear 4 inch wedge heels with fabric straps that wrapped up her calves. Except Finn didn't know any of the fashion terms. All he saw was legs, chest and more legs. Tina had done Rachel's make-up darker than usual with heavy black eyeliner, pink eye shadow, light blush and pink lip stick. She looked beautiful and Finn kept telling her.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look, Rach?" Finn asked, leading Rachel up to the mansion they were going to be sharing with New Directions and another glee club for next two months.
The short girl blushed and looked up the boy weighed down by a suitcase, a duffel bag and her multiple pink pieces of luggage. "Several times."
"Not just today", he protested, "every day, always." Rachel blushed brightly under her make-up.
"Hey, lovebirds, let's go!" interrupted an agitated Quinn from a few steps below them. Finn and Rachel were blocking the door, enjoying their moment and the rest of New Directions was waiting to get in.
"Move aside. I wanna see the mansion!" Puck, ever the impatient type, pushed his way past the pair and into the door. The second he passed the threshold his bags and his jaw hit the floor.
The foyer was enough to send the entire group into a stunned silence. The huge room was decorated in modern bright colors with a marble floor, a large retro table in the middle and huge pieces of art along the walls.
"Holy crap! This place is definitely better than the motel," Sam said as he pushed his way through the gaping doors. The rest of New Directions shared the same reaction, to some variation. They were so excited that they didn't even notice the cameras all over the room placed by the Fire Network to capture their reactions. The group traveled the entire first floor and ended up in the open kitchen/living room/dining room, deciding to wait for the other club to get there before they explored the bedrooms. Quinn, Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and Kurt sat themselves on the bar stools positioned against the breakfast counter. Santana and Brittany found a secluded window seat while Lauren and the guys found various places in the kitchen hunting for food.
Suddenly Finn pulled his head out of the refrigerator and turned to the group. "I think we need to start off our time in this house right," he announced only to be met with curious looks from his Glee-mates. He started singing
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight tra-
He was interrupted by several hands covering his mouth.
"No more of that song, please!" Mike said. 'It's great and all but we sing that way too much."
It was silent for a minute before Rachel got an idea. She stood up from the barstool and started walking towards the center of the room.
Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero
But, hey, everyone you wanna be
Probably started off like me
You may say that I'm a freakshow (I don't care)
But, hey, give me just a little time
I bet you're gonna change your mind
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way
It ain't so hard to take, that's right
'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name
And I'll just look away, that's right
Everyone started getting into it and clapping. Santana and Brittany got up from the couch and the rest of the Glee club moved to the middle of the kitchen with Rachel. Finn grabbed the short girl by the waist and lifted her to the chorus as they started singing together.
Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth
So everyone can hear
Hit me with the words you got and knock me down
Baby, I don't care
Keep it up, and soon enough you'll figure out
You wanna be
You wanna be
A loser like me
A loser like me
Puck and Sam grabbed spoons out of the jars on the counter and started drumming on the counter. Mike jumped up the dining room table and danced. Finn climbed on the island with Rachel and started his part.
Push me up against the locker
And hey, all I do is shake it off
I'll get you back when I'm your boss
I'm not thinkin' 'bout you haters
'Cause hey, I could be a superstar
I'll see you when you wash my car
As New Directions danced around the room singing their original song, Rachel jumped up to standing on the counter. They were so busy, they never noticed another group of teenagers, weighed down by luggage, entering the room. The song finished with Rachel belting out a beautiful high note and the performers turned, shocked by the sound of unexpected applause.
"Sorry," said the boy standing in the front of the group. He had wavy jet black hair, bright green eyes and an adorable dimple. And he was staring directly at an uncomfortable Rachel, who was still standing on the counter adjusting her almost non-existent skirt. Finn noticed the boy staring and glared at him. How dare he stare at his girlfriend like that? Like she was a piece of meat or something in a store window. Like he wanted her. Finn was always defensive when it came to other guys being around Rachel because she was beautiful and the outfit Kurt had put her in wasn't helping in the slightest. "We're the other glee club that's staying here, the Sound of Manchester. I'm Damion Smith, the president. You must be Rachel Berry, the president of New Directions.
Damion stepped forward and stuck his hand out to Rachel, who had moved to sit on the countertop, smiling brightly. Finn stepped in front of Rachel and grabbed Damion's hand instead. "I'm Finn Hudson. I'm co-president with my girlfriend, Rachel. Nice to meet you."
Damion pulled his eyes away from Rachel and looked up at the taller boy. 'Nice to meet you too. This is my sister Angela," he said pointing at a pretty girl with the same black hair and striking green eyes as Damion. Other than that they looked nothing alike. She was wearing black cargo pants, a black and red corset tank top and beat-up black converse while Damion had on tan cargo shorts, a green polo and brown sandals. Damion went on to introduce the rest of the group.
Damion pointed at a pretty, artificial looking bottle blonde in a tight tank top and booty shorts. "That's Kimberly."
Next came a perky, if not odd looking, redhead in black skinny jeans, a loose green blouse and gold flats. "That's Jen."
Damion gestured to a cute, gentle looking boy in simple jeans and t-shirt and a tall Asian boy with long black hair, cargos and a button-down shirt left open. "Sasha and Luke."
A muscular, athletic boy in sweats sitting on a chair with a dark-skinned girl in a maxi-dress - presumably his girlfriend - on his lap. "Mitchell and Destiny."
A girl with long brown braids and a cotton sundress, covered in paint splotches and canvas slides stood leaning against a Hispanic boy in jean shorts and a sweatshirt, "That's Alex and Carson."
Damion indicated a tall blonde, beach boy type that Sam, Mike, Finn, and Puck had noticed checking out all the girls. "I'm Kyle", the boy introduced himself. He pointed at a girl in blonde pigtails and a track suit a la Sue Sylvester and a boy in jeans and a Manchester High Athletics Dept. t-shirt. "And that's Spencer and Jake."
"Thank you, Jake, " Damion said tersely, "for doing what I already was."
"You were taking too long. There are lots of people here and we have a lot to…do," the blonde boy said, running his fingers through his hair and practically leering at Quinn and Rachel. Sam and Finn glared at him and exchanged a look with each other, Puck, Mike and Artie. The look said we need to be careful about this guy.
The New Directions gang introduced themselves. Suddenly the front door opened revealing a huge group of people.
"Hello, everyone!" said a slightly gray-haired man in the front of the group. "I'm Jeb Daniels, the producer. This is the camera crew that will be following you guys. There are cameras in the house that have been taping since you got here but when you go out or have large gatherings, these are your guys." Everyone stood quietly as Jeb talked on and on without taking a breath or letting anyone speak edgewise, "We'll go over everything tomorrow so for tonight just get pick your rooms, get settled and get to know each other. We'll be taping your evening with the house cameras and no crew. Okay?" Everyone nodded. "Oh, and your coaches are here."
Jeb and the crew stepped aside letting in Mr. Shuester, who had been moving into his new apartment a few blocks away.
"Hey guys! Wow, this house is great!" Mr. Shue turned to the other Glee club and introduced himself. Damion introduced them all again.
"Oh, here's our coach," Damion said, pointing at the doorway. New Directions and Mr. Shuester turned to the doorway and every one of their jaws dropped. A familiar face that most of them thought, and hoped, that they would never see again, grinned back at them
They were looking into the eyes of, none other than -
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