The long awaited update! I just want to remind everyone, this is a Finchel fic, Samchel cannot live forever. I know you guys love it, but Finchel Forever. Just the way it is. And can I voice my most strenuous objections to Finn's attitude this season? Really? Blame it On The Alcohol? He didn't even get jealous that Rachel was making out with someone else? This is not acceptable. But rest easy, my fellow Finchel fans, rumor has it Holly Holliday reunites them in 'Sexy'. Plus, Finchel duet at Regionals. There is hope. Also, Brad Falchuck said on Twitter that he was writing Quinn/Rachel Finn/Rachel scenes. Say it with me, WE...HAVE...HOPE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
Rachel POV
I couldn't help but grin as I walked down the hall. Nobody had slushied me today, they were all too much in shock, Sam was amazing, I was walking on air. We had rehearsal after school to work on our Glee assignment, and I was super excited. I had the perfect song, and I couldn't wait to sing it with him. Not even Santana was antagonizing me.
"What up, Man Hands?"
I jumped as someone slammed my locker shut, narrowly avoiding trapping my fingers. Quinn had on her Queen Bee glower, just like when she was harassing me about Finn last year. I stood up straight. She couldn't bully me.
"You just love picking up after me, don't you?" She said, moving in closer to me. She may not have been wearing her Cheerios uniform, but being a baby doll dress didn't make her any less mean. "Doesn't it bother you that you're only their rebound? I mean, have you ever been anybody's first choice?"
No. I was not the same girl I used to be. She could not pick on me. Quinn Fabray may get sympathy, but she was still a bitch. Living proof that you only have to be a fraction as nice to someone as you are mean to them, and get knocked up, to be loved by even the people you relentlessly tormented. Well, torment in my case. So when I felt myself start to give in, prickling in the backs of my eyes foreshadowing tears, I instantly composed myself. Hurt was replaced by hot rage, and I just smirked at her, motioning for her to continue.
"Finn went straight to cry on your shoulder, then when he realized that you suck, he dumped you. Puck was only dating you to make me jealous, we all know it, Jesse was clearly just using you, and Sam is rebounding." Quinn straightened out her shoulders and smirked, as though she had just won something. I wanted to rip those stupid blonde curls out of her head.
"Wow," I sighed, looking her straight in the eyes. "Your life must be so pathetic. I mean, all you ever do is pick on people to make you feel better about yourself. You use all the guys you date for status. You never cared about Finn, you cheated on Sam to make you more popular, and you dated Sam because he's cool. You chose the Cheerios over Glee club, the ones who stood by you, because your reputation is more important than your friends. What kind of a person is so insecure that they need a whole school of worshippers, rather than eleven amazing friends? Last year, I reached out to you when you were in trouble. You were nice to me for a few hours. I have never done anything to you, yet you torture me relentlessly. When was the last time you even talked to Kurt or Mercedes? They were your best friends, but when you had that baby and got back on top, you flung them aside like an old newspaper. Because you don't care about anybody but yourself. You need to bring me, and a lot of other people, down because you don't feel good about yourself. You cheated on Sam, a great guy who really cared about you, because you thought Finn could make you the Queen Bee again. You may think that your popularity in high school is going to make your life, but you're wrong. Being popular doesn't get you into a good college, despite your mother's experience. It won't get you a good job. You'll just be some silly little girl in need of a reality check when she's thrust into the big bad world and realizes that nobody cares about you anymore. People like me, and Mercedes and Kurt and Tina, we're going to go far in life because we know what it's like out there, and we're prepared. We may be losers now, but one day, when you're just a trophy wife and Karofsky is washing my car, we'll be having the last laugh."
I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving her standing there, fuming. I had kept my voice calm and level, but forceful. I didn't get emotional, because she meant nothing. Suddenly I was brimming with inspiration.
Sam POV
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked Rachel, sitting beside her in the choir room. She was frantically scribbling in a small pink notebook.
"Song writing. I think I've really got something," she said breathily, eyes shining.
"Can I see?"
She shut her notebook and gave me a sly smile. "It's a surprise."
"I heard about you and Quinn," I told her. "I'm proud of you, finally standing up for yourself."
She smiled at me, and it made my heart melt. After what Finn did to her, she looked so surprise and…happy. Really truly happy.
"I don't want to be pushed around anymore. I just said everything that I've been thinking from day one. It felt…amazing."
I gripped her hand and smiled as the other kids came in, Quinn still steaming. Good. She deserved it.
"Okay guys, we have our first performance today!" Mr. Schue announced as he walked into the room. I noticed that Mike and Puck were in matching clothes, leather jackets with popped collars, jeans, Converse, white V-necks, and matching sunglasses. Bingo. But that was a weird duo…
"My buddy Mikey-Tike here and I have a very different emotion we want to convey," Puck said, now standing at the front of the room with Mike by his side. "We get too negative in here. Some emotions, are positive ones. Hit it!"
Hi My Name is Bob, And I approve this message...
I got the magic in me
Everytime I touch that track it turns into gold
Everybody knows I've got the magic in me
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin' at me
Now everybody wants a blast of magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!
These tricks that I'll attempt will blow your mind
Pick a verse, any verse, I'll hypnotise you with every line
I'll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes?
Come on down to the front, and stand right here and don't be shy
I'll have you time-travellin', have your mind babblin'
People tryna inherit the skill so they askin' me
Even David Blaine had to go and take some classes, and
I see Mindfreak like, "What's up man, what's happenin'?"
So come one, come all, and see the show tonight
Prepare to be astounded, no Ghost or Poltergeist
You know I'm no Pinocchio, I've never told a lie
So call me Mr. Magic Man, I float on Cloud 9
I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Everytime I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold)
Everybody knows I've got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin' at me (They be snappin' baby)
Now everybody wants a blast of magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!
Well take a journey into my mind
You'll see why it's venom I rhyme
Stay on the road, so I call my mama when I got time
I hit the stage, go insane, then jump into that crowd
See, see, when I rhyme I flow on the beat like pidda-dow-dow
See I decieve you with my intergalactic ether
I sing just like Aretha, so respect me like I'm Caesar
I kick it like Adidas, flowin' sticky like adhesive
Be cautious, 'cause what I be on'll leave you with amnesia
I break all the rules like Evel Knievel
It's a spectacular show, 'cause my heart pumps diesel
So whatever you saying, it don't entertain my ego
I do this everyday, Hocus Pocus is my steelo
I got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
Everytime I touch that track it turns into gold (Yes it turns to gold)
Everybody knows I've got the magic in me (I got the magic, baby)
When I hit the flow the girls come snappin' at me (They be snappin' baby)
Now everybody wants a blast of magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic
I got the magic in me!
It was beyond incredible. The room erupted into applause. We were all standing up and cheering, running up to hug them, dancing around. The epic combination of Mike's epic dance moves, which Puck could sometimes follow really well, a great beat, and awesome vocals made it the most incredible performance I had ever seen at McKinley. It was amazing. It probably wouldn't clinch us Regionals, it wasn't that type of a song, but it was still amazing. Maybe if we just tweaked it al little…
"That…was…AWESOME!" Mr. Schue exclaimed, finally vocalizing what we were all thinking. Everyone was high-fiving them and laughing, we had never been more united. I waited for someone to ruin it
"Wow, that performance was almost bigger than Rachel's nose," Quinn said, smirking evilly. Bitch.
Everyone stopped and turned to look at Quinn. Finn looked uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. Nobody said anything. Santana tried to get the congratulations flowing again, but everyone seemed to conflicted.
"You know what, no," Mercedes said, stepping towards Quinn. "You are not allowed to mess with Rachel. She may be loud, and obnoxious, and she's obsessed with having her spotlight, but she loves singing, and she loves this club. I'm sick of you constantly changing sides and picking on people. You used to be my friend, but you're still the same girl you were before babygate. You're not that special, and neither is Santana or any of you who pick on her. You're just like every other bully and insecure little spoiled brat in America. Rachel is one of us, and we all say that we're a family when that family never included her."
Everyone looked dumbstruck. Nobody talked to Quinn like that. She was that poor little girl who got pregnant, such a saint.
"Mercedes is right," Puck said, moving to stand behind her. "Don't go hating on my Jewish American Princess and her facial features. She's pretty damn hot."
I put my hand on Rachel's shoulder as Tina and Mike stepped forward behind Mercedes. Finn was just standing there. Quinn looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth, looking like he was going to defend her, then shut it again. He slowly shook his head at her, like, No, I won't do it.
Quinn covered up her shocked expression and huffed. She rolled her eyes and looked at Santana and Brittany expectantly. That wasn't the Quinn I knew, but apparently it's the Quinn everyone else knew. Who was she before I met her?
Santana and Brittany looked uncomfortable, but Santana took Brittany's hand and stood behind Quinn. They all turned and left the room, Quinn in front.
It was silent. But…comfortable.
"Thank you," Rachel mumbled, looking shocked and near tears.
"You're one of us," Mike said. Mr. Schue actually had tears in his eyes.
"I'm so proud of all of you," he told us.
"But if they quit, we can't go to Regionals," Rachel said. "I'm not worth that."
"Well find more people," Mercedes assured her. "Jacob can stand in like last year at Sectionals, and then we can just find some random person to stand in the back and sway. Someone who doesn't have a reputation to uphold for just one performance. And you are worth it. No one is allowed to be in this club and be a bully. We're a club of losers, we're banded together by the oppression we face. Why should our oppressors be part of it?"
It was a sweet moment. A sweet moment that Finn naturally had to ruin.
"You're being a little harsh, Quinn went through a lot," he said, apparently fascinate by his sneakers.
"And didn't learn anything from it. She went from bitch, to loser, back to bitch," Mercedes said, daring anyone to say anything against her. "We're too focused on competition. We're always clawing for more solos, when we should just be happy to all be singing together."
Rachel nodded, tears freely spilling across her cheeks now. "You guys know how I've been working on writing a song for us, right?" she said, suddenly grinning.
Everyone nodded.
"It's not done yet, but I think I've got a perfect one."
Suspense! If you like Quinn, I'm sorry, I said at the beginning this would not be in her favor. I'm a little ADD with this fic, well, more ADD than usual, so even if I plan something I may just start writing and go in a whole different direction. This all just kind of...spills out. Oh, and if you want to visualize just how epic that performance was, it was supposed to be like It's My Life/Confessions Pt. ll in a way, just really awesome but not over-the-top, just two guys singing, only epic. Please review! I won't write another chapter until I get at least ten reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Magic', it belongs to B.o.B. and corresponding