Alright, chapter 3. Thanks so much for the reviews! Keep 'em coming. :) A lot of you have actually commented on my writing style, all I can say is phew! I'm trying a little something new, changing the style for each character. ie Puck's brutally honest, Brittany's optimistic, Santana's sarcastic... you get the picture. Happy reading, friends!
CHAPTER THREE:
Expect the Unexpected
"San?" Brittany asked, stepping out of a stall. She'd replaced her Cheerios uniform with a pair of jeans, a Kings of Leon concert tee, and a pair of bright red flats. Everyone except Santana gave the blonde a double take; it was weird to see one of the Cheerios without their armor on.
Rachel stepped out of the stall beside Brittany's, curious as to why the dark haired girl- who moments ago could barely stammer out an apology to her- was screaming her name, her real name at that.
This time it was Santana who had to look twice. She'd seen the clothes before, they were hers for God's sake, but Rachel did more for them than she ever had. Rachel didn't have the biggest chest, but the tight purple tank top made her waist look tiny. Everyone knew from the short skirts she wore that the girl had legs, but who knew she had an ass like that? Even Kurt had to admire the things the gray skinny jeans did for the diva's posterior. Speaking of Cinderfella, Santana had to give it up for him; Berry's hair, usually straight as a very boring pin, was in a high ponytail with just the right amount of softly curling tendrils framing her face.
"Hot damn, girl." Mercedes whistled.
Kurt buffed his nails on his Marc Jacob's shirt. "I am a genius."
Santana rolled her eyes "They're my clothes, gay-tard." She grinned at him slightly to let him know the name wasn't meant as an insult, but as a term of endearment, then let her face go passive again. "You might as well keep the jeans, Berry, that way you won't have to wash them or whatever."
Brittany squealed and hugged Santana. "She means you look really pretty Rach."
The Cheerio rolled her eyes again and pretended to examine her bright red fingernails. "Whatever. My papi will buy me some new ones anyway." But she couldn't help but smile at Brittany, glad that whatever stick had gotten up her ass seemed to have disappeared.
"My dads don't think jeans are appropriate attire for school. When I went to the academy-"
"Whatever Rach," Kurt interrupted "Now that we know you have a hot ass we're definitely going on a shopping trip." Mercedes laughed and gave Kurt a high five in approval.
"But-"
"Oh!" Brittany squealed again, "I want to come!"
"Of course you're coming Barbie." Mercedes said- as if they had been best friends their whole lives and it would be ludicrous to think otherwise.
"I'm getting really tired of being interrupted today." Rachel announced, stamping her foot on the ground in her usual diva fashion.
"Rach-"
"Santana!" Rachel all but screamed, cutting Kurt off, "Why'd you come back?"
"Shit!" Santana swore. The sight of Rachel Berry looking like a real person had thrown her off, but now the bitch was back. "Puck heard what happened to you." All fun and games were forgotten when Santana announced that juicy little tidbit. "He, Mike, and Matt have gone to rectify the situation or whatever. Stupid fucking boys." She muttered "If Matt messes up his face I will absolutely murder him. Then I'll go after Puck."
"Mike?" Brittany asked. "My Mike?" Santana nodded. Then they all turned to Rachel. She had gone stock still at the news. "Rach?" Brit asked tentatively.
The sound of her name seemed to break Rachel out of her trance. She looked around blindly for a second then she bolted out the door. Brittany and Santana looked at each other before following a split second later.
Kurt looked over at Mercedes. "I hate running. Piggyback?"
The black girl snorted "Let's go princess." Then the two fashionistas followed the others quickly, not wanting to miss the action.
Puck sauntered onto the football field; Mike and Matt right behind him, the only sign that something was wrong was his tightly clenched jaw and the tense set of his shoulders. His eyes narrowed when he spotted David Karofsky and a few of his mindless friends laughing with Mark Sarafi and Riley Morrison from the baseball team and some of the guys from his football team. Mike and Matt exchanged worried glances, suddenly regretting the fact that they'd agreed to follow Puck's lead.
Finn spotted his friends from across the field and jogged up to them, smiling his usual amiable half smile. "Hey guys, what's up?"
Mike, a little surprised that Finn couldn't pick up the murderous vibes coming off his best friend, grinned and cracked his knuckles again. "We're going to have a little party with Karofsky and his band of Neanderthals."
Finn, who may not have understood all the words- especially Neanderthal, what was that? Some kind of hockey thing?- definitely understood the sentiment. His half grin was a little less adorable now, and a lot more bloodthirsty. "I've been wanting to talk to Karofsky about a little slushie facial he gave me for awhile now."
Puck turned on his friend and bared his teeth. "Karofsky's mine." He snarled.
"Yeah, but-"
Puck stared into Finn's eyes, "Karofsky. Is. Mine." His voice was completely free of emotion and for a second Finn was absolutely terrified.
"Yeah. Okay, man."
Puck nodded and turned his gaze back on the little throng of future dead men. "Play along and keep your mouth shut. Got it?"
"Yeah."
The mohawked football player looked at all three of his friends one last time. "I mean it. Keep your goddamned mouths shut." Then he continued towards Karofsky, 100 percent sure that he'd been the one to orchestrate the attack on Rachel.
"Puck!" One of the laughing football players called out when he saw the four walking towards them. "Man, where were you?"
"Why?" Puck asked his voice was strained, but no one really noticed. "What happened?"
"We gave that Berry freak a fucking slushie shower!"
"Yeah, dude, you should have seen her face!"
Mike laid a hand on Finn's arm, as the clueless quarterback was about to say something. "You got something to say about your girlfriend, Hudson?" Karofsky sneered.
"No." Puck answered for Finn, his voice deadly calm. "But I was wondering. Who planned this fun little event?"
Karofsky crossed his arms over his chest smugly as his friends started to go quiet. "Why, Puckerman? Mad you missed out on the action?"
"Of course," one of the guys called out- Morrison, Puck noted "you know Puck hates to miss out on any action."
"You got a pool, Morrison?" The baseball player shook his head. "A hot tub?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason." Puck shrugged "Say hi to your mom for me, will you?" When all the guys stopped laughing Puck directed his stare back to Karofsky. "So who really came up with the slushie shower? I know it wasn't you Karofsky, been hit in the head with a few too many pucks to come up with something as good as this…" This time there was no jeering or laughter.
"Jealous, Puckerman?" Karofsky asked "You should be. The angle I was at… Who knew the gleek freak was packing such a tight little body?"
That's when he snapped.
Rachel and the others reached the football field as the fight broke out. "Oh God…" the brunette moaned. She touched her jaw as she watched Noah get hit in the same spot and then get tackled by David Karofsky. "Kurt! Go get a teacher!"
The former kicker looked away from his phone, which was recording every juicy detail. "But I don't want to miss-"
"So help me Kurt, if you don't get your ass in the fucking school right now and get a fucking teacher I will make goddamn sure that you are the girl in every relationship you ever have."
Kurt handed his phone to Mercedes and ran for the school as fast as his Gucci shoes could take him. And if the girls hadn't been so impressed by Rachel's threat they would have laughed at the way he covered his junk the whole way.
"What do we do?" Santana asked, too afraid of Rachel to cheer for Matt, who had just taken down Chris Mays- the creepy hockey player who had touched her ass once.
Rachel glared as Karofsky kicked out Noah's knee. "I'm going to go fucking kill that son of a bitch!"
"Woah, tiger." Mercedes commented as Brittany and Santana held her back.
"Mercedes, point that camera away from me. Brittany, Santana let me go. I know what I'm doing. I swear."
"Rach-" Mercedes let out a sigh of relief as Kurt burst out of the school with Mr. Shue, Coach Tanaka, and Coach Sylvester right behind him.
"Oh thank God. " Brittany breathed "Coach Sylvester will get this under control."
Mercedes laughed and filmed as, true to Brittany's prediction, Mr. Shue and Coach Tanaka stood helplessly yelling from the sidelines of the fight and Coach Sylvester got right in the thick of things and started busting heads. Then she swore as the Cheerios loosened their grip and Rachel ran towards the fight.
"Berry!" Santana yelled "What the fuck?"
"Language Lopez!" Coach Sylvester yelled from the middle of the fight, where she was forcibly separating Mike and one of the other football players.
Mercedes couldn't help but laugh again. This whole thing was fucking absurd.
Rachel had stopped running and was calmly approaching the remains of the fight. "Get out of here, Twinkle Toes." Coach Sylvester said in her monotonous voice.
"Of course Coach," Rachel said sweetly "I just have to do one thing first."
"What-"
Puck looked at Rachel and held a hand out towards her- she was clenching and unclenching her fists, which were trembling, and her eyes were bright, "Rach, baby, please don't cry. Everything's fine. I'm okay."
Rachel refused to look at him. "Everything is not fine!" she screamed, marching up to David Karofsky.
"Berry!" Santana warned, recognizing the look in Rachel's eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and punched Karofsky as hard as she could. "You are an asshole."