Haven't done a disclaimer yet... Yada Yada Yada I don't own Glee (sadface)

Yesterday was weird. I hope today goes a little more smoothly.

I spent most of last night looking through Rachel's Facebook, Twitter and MySpace pages for any clues as to when this dramatic change occurred. She hadn't been on any of the social networks in weeks. That's odd for Rachel. She used to tell us all that by keeping the world informed in her personal goings on that it was good practice for when she was older; rich and famous Broadway star Rachel Barbra Berry.

I have to admit, it's been bugging me as to how interested I am in Rachel. I've never had an interest in her before. We've never really been friends, we smiled in passing and always said hello but that's as far as our relationship has gone… Wow relationship? Where did that word come from?

Today I had planned to just observe Rachel (also puck but he wasn't really any concern of mine.) The plan me, S and B created yesterday was quite basic, normally our plans had 20 steps, involved some sort of physical or mental pain and would take a good few weeks to implement (I don't stay popular for lack of trying.) All we could possibly come up with last night was that we couldn't rely on other people to give us answers; we needed answers and we needed them soon. When I got to school I went straight to my locker to meet up with S and B. Oh yeah, we also have lockers next to each other, how weird ;)

'Fabray, finally. Me and B just looked at our schedules and guess who we have Spanish with?'

'Schuster ?' I replied uninterested

'Well yes but more importantly….' She said pointing to the classroom behind me. As I turned around I saw her. Rachel, unsurprisingly accompanied by puck walked into the classroom. I shared a knowing look with my best friends which they automatically understood and responded with a nod. ''It's on bitches.''

We entered the now rapidly filling classroom of one of the most boring and uninteresting classes that has ever been taught at Mckinley. I spotted our targets sitting in the second to last row; chatting quietly. I looked around the rest of the classroom and spotted a girl I couldn't remember the name of staring at Rachel and Puck. She looked… smitten? She and her friend were whispering and giggling whilst occasionally pointing or looking at the duo. This kind of unnerved me, why was that girl looking at them like that? Had she slept with Puck or something?

As we were the three most popular and feared people in this school, maybe even Lima (It's a small town) I knew it wouldn't be a problem finding suitable seats within hearing distance of the pair. I walked to the back of the room and gave my best HBIC glare at the four students who were currently occupying the back tables. They barley waited a second until they were on the feet, avoiding eye contact with me and trying to find somewhere else to sit. We took our seats just as the tardy bell rang and Mr Schue strolled in; wearing one of his hideous sweater vests. The vests aren't bad, it's just he did them to death the third week of my freshman year.

'Hola clase' The teacher said with absolutely no enthusiasm. You know them people you just don't understand why they are teachers…

'hola señor Schuester' Half the class managed to mumble; matching his example

'as it's the first lesson we have together this year I would like you to get into groups of around five or six and discus IN SPANISH what you did over your vacations.' Mr Schue instructed 'Par y discutir.'

I could hardly believe my luck, San had obviously caught on to my plan as she automatically spoke up..'

'Hey Puck, Rachel'

'Sup Satan' Puck said with a distinct lack of a purvey smirk accompanying the greeting

'Want to work with us?'

Puck turned his head to Rachel. I could see that he was silently questioning whether it would be okay with her. Rachel looked at San then Britt and then her eyes fell on me. I could feel her looking into my soul and in a matter of seconds, as my breathing started to irregulate due to the most beautiful look I had ever received finishing and the girl who gave it turned back to Puck she smirked and said

'Sure, why would that be a problem?'

A feeling of relief fell over me as Britt started to talk about her summer in English instead of Spanish. Nobody in our group could be bothered to correct her as none of the students could be bothered to actually participate properly in this class. At a quick glance around the room, none of the other students in the class were talking in Spanish and Mr Schuester was sitting at the front on his computer with headphones in; ''how do they even let this guy teach'' I thought to myself. After Me, Britt and San had gave a quick synopsis of our rather dull summers it was time to hear from the two people I've been dying to find out more from.

Puck started talking first.

'My summer was good. We didn't do much. I hung out with Rach basically every day. We went to some parties, she helped me look after my little sister and we practiced performing.'

He obviously didn't want to say much, whether that was for his sake or the brunette next to him I don't know but it didn't give me as much information as I wanted. He revelled that he spent most of the summer with Rachel. He also referred to him and Rachel as 'we.' Did that mean they were together, like a couple? Couples refer to themselves as 'we' don't they? Was I reading too much into this? I needed to hear more than a couple of words come from Rachel's mouth so I could make an informed decision; that or I could just straight out ask them. San decided to do the exact thing I was about to do,

'And Rachel, your summer?' Surprisingly she asked in a very polite manor. San must have also read the situation the same as I did; we needed to be nice if we wanted to find out what had happened to Rachel.

Rachel's face changed automatically from one of a lack of interest to her sudden awareness of her surroundings. Bam, showface time.

'As Noah said we didn't get up too much really. Noah showed me some parties and introduced me to some new people, we practiced our music…that's it really.' At this point Puck put his arm around back of Rachel's chair in what looked like a protective move.

'You totes look amazing Rachie!' Brittany had this way of sensing when a situation was getting awkward. Preventing these situations was a talent of hers as we could all tell; the moment she said it Puck and Rachel let out small laugh and Rachel gave Britt the same sexy smirk she gave Britt yesterday. That smirk made me miss a breath.

'Thanks Britt, you noticed then' She didn't say it as if she was asking a question; more a statement

'I think the whole school did Berry' San added

I was just about to pay the girl a small (totally platonic) compliment when I could see Mr Schue getting out of his chair and making his way over to us

'Excuse me but this isn't just a free period where you can all gossip. Puck, can you and your friends and get back to the assignment?'

I could hear what sounded like a stifled chuckle as Rachel looked up at us just before turning around to face the Spanish teacher. Mr Schuster just looked astounded as he looked his old Glee club captain up and down. To be honest it didn't even look as if he had noticed that Rachel was even to be attending his class. I guess this was just more news to him.

'Rachel? I didn't recognise you.' Mr Schue tried to sound nice but his words were laced with an intimidating tone.

Again Rachel stifled a giggle before saying 'No, you probably wouldn't would you Mr Schue.'

'I beg your pardon Rachel…'

'You can beg all you like but I meant what I said and you heard what I meant.'

'Well Miss Berry, taking that tone with a teacher is not acceptable, especially when I had done nothing prior to evoke such a rude response from you.' He tried to say triumphantly

At this Puck stood up as if to object to the teachers ramblings. Rachel joined puck and stood up; placing a relaxing hand on Pucks shoulder which immediately seemed to have the required effect as Pucks heavy breathing and clenched fists started to calm down.

Rachel quietly, but loud enough for the room to hear, said to puck 'Noah please just leave it. He's hardly worth it and I don't need you getting into trouble for attacking a teacher on the second day of school.'...'We'll wait a while for that!' she added with a wink to Puck. Doing as he was told he completely relaxed his features but still stood standing next to Rachel. I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now. Rachel was basically participating in an argument with the teacher and winning! I continued to watch, as did the rest of the class; silently waiting for one of the too complexly loose it.

Rachel took in a deep breath of air and rolled her shoulders in preparation for her retort.

'I'd have to disagree with you there Sir, I think that the way to talked to me was highly inappropriate. You were talking down to me when there was no need for it. Me, Noah and the others we were working we had done absolutely nothing wrong and we had finished the assignment you set the class. No Mr Schuster it was you that 'initiated' the rude and inappropriate conversation that you are now trying to put on me, if you want to blame me you probably shouldn't have been such a dick and made a small yet effective scene in the middle of first period.' As Rachel said this Mr Schuster looked around the room only to be met by disapproving looks directed directly at him from nearly all of his students as well as a obnoxiously loud sound of the classrooms door slamming shut.

Dun Dun Dun, who's at the door ?

I'll update again before the end of the weekend, I promise!

I'd really love to hear what you all think, your ideas about what made Rachel change maybe and What do you think is going on with Puckleberry ? x