Chapter 2

"Mr. Schue! There is no way that we're letting them join." All heads, well almost all heads in the choir room nodded at the statement Mercedes made. These heads included that of the seven other members of the club being Kurt; the gay kid, Tina; the Asian goth, Artie; the kid in the wheelchair, Mike; the other Asian, and Puck, Sam, and Finn; the football players who were forced to join after an... incident involving marijuana. Mr Schuester had given them an ultimatum and they just couldn't refuse.

Phase one of Sylvester's plan was now in action. Join the glee club.

The only problem being that they had tortured and made fun of every single person in the club, mainly Rachel who didn't even seem opposed to the idea. That was a start.

"Thanks for your input Mercedes, but you guys don't have a say in this." Sometimes the man was so obtuse, he couldn't see what was right in front of him. Everyone knew that the cheerios were up to no good. When were they ever up to anything but evil?

Mr Schuester addressed the whole team. "They auditioned already and I think that they'll make a wonderful addition to New Directions."

"I for one agree with Mr Schuester. Even though most of his decisions tend to be lacking proper preparation, I believe that he is in the right when allowing these girls to join. They are, after all, performers, and we need twelve members to participate in competitions. With the three, we would be eligible for sectionals, regionals and nationals if we were to make it that far. Which I believe we could seeing as I am the captain of the club and my talent forgoes any one else in the state of Ohio and possibly the country." And she wasn't finished.

"As captain of the glee club, I would like to formally welcome you to the team." With a thousand watt smile, Rachel walked straight up to the girls and offered her hand to Quinn.

Quinn saw this as an opportunity to get closer to Rachel, which would be necessary if she wanted Sylvester's plan to work out. Luckily, Rachel was just as gullible as her teacher. How on Earth could she think that the most popular girls in school would 'want' to join glee club?

Quinn masked herself to look as achingly genuine as she could when she reached out to shake Rachel's hand. "Why thank you... Rachel." The girl in question was positively glowing at being called by her first name, something no one other than teacher's and her parents called her by. This is going to be too easy.

Quinn glanced at her friends who were obviously sharing her thoughts. Well, Santana was at least. Brittany just seemed excited about joining glee club, they'd have to go over the plan with her. Again.

"Would you like to sit next to me?" Rachel asked the girls, but it was clear who she was really addressing her question to. Too easy.

"Sure..." Quinn's posture and expression was just as fake as Santana's breasts.

"Great!" With that, Rachel pulled up a chair for Quinn next to hers. It was as if the incident in the washroom had never happened, she was happy to accept the fact that the head cheerleader was now talking to her.

Quinn noticed something though, when Rachel pulled up the chair. To anyone else, what Rachel did was normal, just an everyday action that people do all the time. Quinn noticed though. The chair was perfectly parallel to Rachel's, facing the front, and what looked to be exactly 6 inches away from the chairs adjacent to it. Passing it off as just another weird thing that Rachel did, Quinn took her seat next to Rachel while Mr. Schuester started his motivational teamwork speech that Quinn tuned out of as soon as it started. She opted to continue observing Rachel.

For the first time ever, Quinn actually looked and saw. She saw the smoothness of Rachel's skin (especially of her thighs) and the impeccably clean clothes she was wearing. She noticed how perfectly Rachel sat, legs crossed with her hands on top of one another, but most frightening of all, Quinn noticed how beautiful Rachel Berry was.

"Oww." Only one person actually had the balls to hit her, she looked to her right where Santana sat.

"What the fuck are you staring at Q?" Losing her cool, Quinn immediately looked to her left where Rachel sat, praying to God that she hadn't noticed her staring. Why she was staring? She still didn't know. All she knew was that she was actually questioning herself on why she had tortured Rachel for so long.

"Is there something wrong?" Rachel questioned, her need to know absolutely everything had always annoyed Quinn. Right now, her need to know everything was just making Quinn blush. Why she was blushing? She had absolutely no idea. Assuming this was a part of Quinn's plan, Santana jumps in. "We were just admiring your skirt Rachel." It took everything in Santana's will power to get Rachel's name out without gagging.

"Why thank you girls! I like them because I believe that they accentuate my best physical assets." Yeah they do. "My fathers tend to disagree, claiming my choice of skirts to be too short and that young men will fall victims of my appearance. I assured them that no young man has ever tried anything and that I would not be interested even if one were to take notice. They reluctantly agreed to let me continue wearing them in hopes of getting me to stop ranting. I tend to do that when I'm angry. Or nervous." Santana had successfully tuned out two words into Rachel's rant. Quinn had tried to follow the diva, but was somewhat... distracted halfway through.

"Okay?" Rachel seemed satisfied that she had gotten a response from Quinn and reverted her attention back to Mr Schuester who still seemed to be lecturing the club.

"Alright guys, I want you to find a song that best describes your life as of date and perform it next time." A collective groan escaped the group, except for Rachel who appeared to be writing down possible song choices for her new assignment. "See you tomorrow guys." With that Mr Schuester was off, probably to meet his sort of, but not really, girlfriend Holly Holiday.

This was Quinn's chance to put the second part of Sylvester's plan into action. Get Rachel into one of your houses.

Quinn gathered up all her strength and courage and approached Rachel who was still writing in her notebook. "Hey, Rach?" The girl in question looked up startled. No one had ever called her Rach, ever. She was even more confused as to why it was Quinn Fabray who was addressing her in such a way. She would never refuse a gift though, and she considered Quinn talking to her to be a gift from God, probably even higher up than that.

"Yes, Quinn?" Quinn looked to her friends to see if they were listening, in case plan B had to be put into action.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place tonight. For a slumber party, so we could get to know each other and stuff. Now that we're in glee together, and yeah..." Quinn gave her a winning smile to cement her intentions, she was trying to convey that it was a genuine invitation.

"I would love too." Knew this would be a piece of cake.

"But I will have to object, not only it is a school night but I also require at least three days of preparation. If you would like, we can maybe do it some other time when I have an adequate amount of time to prepare." Guess that's better than a flat out rejection.

"What could you possibly be preparing for, for three days?" Rachel's smile that had been plastered on her face since, well since she was born, slightly faltered at Quinn's question. She didn't want to freak the girl out by explaining to her all the things she had to do before sleeping at someone else's house for a night, but at the same time, couldn't possibly lie to the head cheerleader.

"I-"

"Yo Berry, you coming tonight?" Santana interrupted the girl's conversation.

"Well Santana, I was just informing Quinn that tonight is a school night, I don't think my fathers would approve."

"So? Just come over and go back home later." Santana said as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. However, just going over to someone's house required a certain amount of preparation for Rachel.

Whenever she went to visit family members she had specific cleaning products to bring with her. Not to mention her label maker. Somehow, she thought the cheerios wouldn't really understand her need for either. So for the first time ever, Rachel decided to wing it. It probably had something to do with the fact that she would have access to Quinn Fabray's home. And maybe even her bedroom.

"I guess I could do that." Santana smiled triumphantly over to Quinn, feeling a sense of satisfaction that she was doing better in Sylvester's plan than Quinn.

"We have to stop this." Kurt could not believe how stupid Mr. Schuester and Rachel were being about the Cheerios's epiphany into show choir. Nothing good could come from them joining New Directions. He couldn't really hear what was going on between them from the other side of the choir room, but that couldn't be good either.

"Yeah, they are obviously trying to sabotage are chances in competition by getting close to our best singer." Artie put his two sense in.

"Okay, first of all she ain't our best singer," Mercedes jumped in, "And second, we've really got to stop them bitches because with three more skinny white girls on the team, ain't no way Tina and I gonna get anymore solos."

"Yeah, and Rachel could get hurt." Tina voiced her opinion.

"So what are we supposed to do? Look at them." Rachel was across the room with the cheerleaders, laughing and giggling at god knows what. "They've already got Rachel wrapped around their fingers."

"I think I have an idea..." Kurt walked over to his targets with pep in his step and an interesting plan.