Dear goodness, I love you all honestly. Thank you so much for the reviews, especially the constant reviewers. Thanks for me being my inspiration, aside from Glee itself. Anyways, no real updates on anything, other than I have a new story, but I don't want you guys reading it yet. I want to update another chapter for the new story with more plot, before actually telling you guys what it is. It's a Twlight Fanfic...don't know if you guys read that, but yeah. Anyways on with the story.
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chapter 9
"Sebastian, I did not expect to see you here." Kurt says eyeing Sebastian, then turns to smirk at Rachel, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hello there sexy," Santana purrs sexily, looking at Sebastian, who meets her gaze evenly. They have a stare-off for a few minutes before Brittany tugs on Santana's arm to pull her away. What Sebastian and Santana did not see during their intense eye contact, was Rachel's frown and hurt expression. She knew she had no right to be upset with her best friend, basically eye-fucking her...uhh...what was Sebastian to her? With the way he was flirting, she would think he was a potential boyfriend, at least a fuck-buddy. What he was doing was flirting, right?
"Hello Santana," Sebastian replies still looking at her, which irritated Rachel even more.
"Babe, where's the food?" Noah says, barging in, wheeling Artie in with him. Sebastian immediately snaps out of his Santana fog and looks at Rachel, wondering when the hell PUCK called her BABE?
"Noah, you know where it is, I don't understand why you ask every time you come here." Rachel says fondly. Noah, after setting Artie in a safe place where no one would be able to accidentally run into him, ran to Rachel and hugged her, lifting her in the air and spinning her around. Sebastian couldn't help but glare at Puck.
"It's like heaven. Having a hottie open the gates to pure heavenly food. All at the same time. Man, I die every fucking time." Noah says smiling to himself, dreamily.
"If you want a 'hottie' go ask Santana to do it," Rachel mutters, looking at the ground. Everyone looks at her shocked.
"Rach, wh-what?" Santana asks, surprised that she said that. Rachel hadn't indirectly insulted herself in awhile. They had all thought she had finally accepted herself as the amazing, beautiful person they saw her as.
"Nothing, Noah come one, Matt, Mike can you push Artie so you guys can get food too?" Rachel says cuttingly, grabbing Noah's hand and leading him back to the kitchen. Noah follows, slightly stumbling, and looks back at the others, mouthing 'what the hell just happened?'. They all shrugged in reply.
"What the hell did happen?" Mike mutters to Artie before pushing him to follow Rachel, Matt looks at Sebastian and Santana suspiciously before following Mike and Artie.
"Um, well, alright, I guess." Tina says, confused, looking between Sebastian and Santana. She then realized why Rachel was acting up, because of that little eye fuck session Sebastian and Santana had just had. Tina couldn't blame Rachel's irritation? Anger? Self-loathing? One of those, she would decide later. But for right now, she tugged on Kurt and Mercedes to follow her into the kitchen. They found Rachel shaking her head, while the boys devoured the food.
"You guys act as if you've never seen food before," Tina commented. She reached to get a bag of chips for herself but Rachel, like a ninja, caught Tina's wrist and pulled her back.
"Do NOT put your hand anywhere near them, or it will be eaten off." she says in all seriousness. Tina looks at the boys, wide-eyed, before nodding in acceptance.
"Now that's just sad," Mercedes says sitting in one of Rachel's chair. Kurt leans against it, and turns to look at Rachel.
"So Ms. Berry, care to explain the little Sebastian situation?" he asks, raising his perfectly shaped eyebrow. She looks at him, stoic, and shakes her head slowly.
"There is nothing to tell Kurt, do not try and make something out of nothing," she replies, the last part as a warning to him and to herself. She couldn't let herself fall for Sebastian, she would get hurt, just like before. She wouldn't let that happen again, it had taken her awhile to put herself back together again.
"Oh please girl, we all saw that little Rachel Berry fire sparking up again." Mercedes says in her ever sassy manner.
"Leave it alone guys, nothing will ever become of it anyways."
"With the way he was acting when you and Puckerman hugged, I wouldn't say nothing is happening," Matt says stepping away from the food to lean against the counter next to Rachel.
"He did not say nor do anything showing his distaste against Noah and I, so we are, obviously, still irrelevant to him."
"Can we not talk about this further? Please, let's just get to work. After the boys are done eating of course," Rachel asks pleadingly. They take pity on her and let the subject go, for now at least.
"Where are Sebastian, Santana, and Britt?" Kurt asks looking around for the three missing people.
"Does it matter? We aren't doing anything, anyways," Mercedes says spitefully, after seeing Rachel's hurt expression after Kurt's question.
"Boys, we need to start working, drop the food and let's go." Rachel says cuttingly, standing up abruptly and leading the way to her room. The boys drop the food, close the cabinet doors, and follow her, knowing she was not in the mood for compromise.
"Wait, hey, Rach-" they heard Sebastian say before Rachel's footsteps could be heard making a mad dash up the stairs, effectively cutting him off.
"In my room, guys," Rachel calls out before slamming the door loudly. Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt quickly run into the living room, where they saw a stunned Sebastian and Santana with a confused Brittany. They heard someone cough, and looked up to see the boys lined up along the staircase, looking down at the two pairs of trios.
"So, yeah, we'll just be, uh there, so yeah." Puck says awkwardly before carrying Artie the rest of the way up the stairs, Matt following with Artie's wheelchair, and Mike following Matt with the backpacks.
"Are we supposed to follow?" Sebastian asks, confused, adorably tilting his head to the side.
"We are, I am not sure about you three. Actually, come on Britt, let's go, I'll explain later." Mercedes says, grabbing Brittany's wrist.
"Kay-kay, see ya Tana. Bye Sebastian," Brittany says cheerfully, before dragging Mercedes up to Rachel's room. Tina and Kurt laugh and follow after them quickly.
"What did you do?" Sebastian asks Santana, irritated that the progress with Rachel seemed to be going quickly down the drain once she arrived. Santana gaped at him, shocked that he even asked that. When she realzed he was serious, she was pissed.
"Me? Boy you loco, I didn't do anything. That was all you, flirting like a manwhore."
"I was flirting, I was being a gentlemen."
"Gentlemen don't call girls sexy," she retorts.
"They do when they are," he replies cheekily. Santana facepalmed and wondered how someone could be so stupid.
"See, there you go again. Flirting, pretty boy, will get you abso-fucking-lutely nowhere if you want to get in Ms. Berry's virgin pants."
"And how, may I ask, did you come to the lovely conclusion of that?"
"Easy, everyone wants in her pants." When Santana stated that so nonchalantly, Sebastian became irritated.
"What do you mean? She's so innocent, there's no way," he says, crossing his arms and shaking his head. Santana smirked at his surprising obliviousness.
"How could you be so stupid? Of course guys like her, they like her for her somewhat innocence in the way that she's a total perv but she's still a virgin."
"Well, none of the guys at McKinley are attractive anyways, so I think I'm covered," he says in his ever cocky manner.
"Whoever said she was only limited to McKinley? Our Rachel baby is talented, meaning she goes places to practice. You would be surprised with how many guys she's actually with, not with romantically, but with like she hangs out with."
"There can't be that much, can there?" he asks surprised. His Rachel wasn't ugly, but she had a ninja prettiness that came out of nowhere and slapped you in the face when you realize how obvious it was in the first place.
"Well, it's probably just as many girls that come flocking around you, manwhore."
"No fucking way. That is absolutely ridiculous, there's no way. No she doesn't, that's just wrong."
"Face it buddy, you have competition and lots of it. Now I'm gonna go be with my baby, bye now." she says, wiggling her fingers as a good-bye before flitting up the stairs. He was left there, to contemplate his thoughts and his chances with Rachel.
He knew he was screwed in the sense that he already made her mad, without him knowing. That was a complete idiot move right there. So as of right now, he was a complete fuck up. And he would have to fix it, now. He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face, ran his hand through his hair, and jogged up the stairs to Rachel's room. Well what he assumed was her room, considering he could hear everyone talking and laughing and the occasional cuss and resounding echo of a slap. He opened the door and stuck his head in.
"Is it safe? Will I die?" he asks looking at the floor. He was hit by a pillow and he looked up to see the guilty person. He was met with a little piece of heaven, in his eyes, and that would be Rachel's cheeky grin. Fuck, she was hot.
"Now it is," she says and beckons him inside and pats the spot next to her. He walks in, avoiding the food and paper, and sits next to Rachel. He nudges her with his elbow.
"Have you forgiven me yet?" he asks, slightly pouting, pleadingly. She giggled and rolled her eyes.
"I'm not sure yet, but you could might be." she says truthfully, and nudges him back playfully.
"How can I ever get your forgiveness, O Great One?" he asks, smirking.
"Beg for it bitch," she says seriously, before breaking into a fit of giggles a second after. He smiles widely and wraps her in his arms, squeezing her tightly.
"If I do, will I be forgiven for forever?"
"Maybe," she says.
"But, babe, I never beg. I make people beg," he says, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively, and she blushes.
"Shush you," she says pushing him away and turning to face everyone else.
"Guys! Stop throwing the food around, we need to figure out a setlist. Unless you guys actually want to work on homework."
"No, no, let's listen to the songs. No homework. No me gusta!" Santana yells, lunging for the computer.
"Well, if anyone has any genius ideas about what we could possibly sing, that would be fan-fucking-tastic." Puck says. Everyone looks at Rachel.
"Why me?!" she shrieks.
"Rach, everyone knows that you would be the only one to actually figure this shit out. So figure the shit out," Santana says.
"Well, what could be our anthem? What do we want to make a statement of?"
"Music!" Brittany says happily.
"Good idea Britt, I think," Matt says, patting her head affectionately.
"Thanks Matty!"
"It's actually not that bad, I guess," Kurt says slowly, trying to come up with more songs, mentally narrowing down the repertoire he had in his head.
"What else?" Artie asks, trying to come up with more ideas. It was more difficult than it seemed.
"What do you guys hate the most about your school? Well, our school, now I guess?" Sebastian asks, everyone turns to look at him, confused.
"Um, why?" Mike asks.
"Maybe we can write a song about that," he replies, shrugging.
"Write a song?" Tina asks, "we've never done that before."
"Well, there's always a first for everything, isn't there," he says, looking at Rachel heatedly.
"It's not a bad idea, and he's right, there's a first for everything. Writing our own song, that's original and it would give us an advantage." Rachel says, beginning to get excited.
"The bullies!" Brittany exclaims.
"We can write a fuck you song!" Santana states, jumping up.
"Santana that's brilliant!" Rachel shrieks happily jumping up with her and they do their happy dance.
"Great idea, but, voice of reason speaking here, how exactly are we going to write a song when we've never written one?" Tina asks looking around.
"All the more reason for us to start. Everyone has started from nothing, and so will we." Rachel says, optimistic as ever.
"Your optimism is endearing, really it is. But honestly, do you even know where to begin?" Sebastian asks dryly.
"Shut up Sebastian! No one asked you last time I checked!" Rachel retorts slapping his arm.
"Ouch, darling, that hurt." he says deadpanned, but smirking at her affectionately.
"Well, have you ever written a song?" Puck asks Sebastian.
"You ask me as if I actually have the time to do things like that. No I haven't, but I'm always up for trying new things," he replies, looking at Rachel heatedly at the last part.
"Great, you and Rach should get started," Puck says leaning back against the chair he was sitting in. 5 seconds later he was attacked with pillows and a shrieking Rachel.
"Noah! Shut up! I am not doing all the work! I don't care if Sebastian will help me! You guys are going to help. Whether. You. Like. It. Or. Not!" she screams at him, hitting him in the face with a pillow during each pause.
"Fuck! Fine Berry shit! Crazy Jew." he mutters after pushing her off of him. He received a slap at the back of his head for that one. "Shit! Ow!" he exclaims rubbing where Rachel slapped him.
"Will you stop now Noah?" she asks sardonically. He mutters his agreement and she hugs him, smiling brightly. He tightly hugs her back, grinning too.
"M'kay lovebirds, break it up, we got work to do." Santana proclaims, standing up to grab Rachel and pull her back to the computer.
"Well, any ideas? Other than the music thing." Artie asks again.
"Finessa and Barbie won't like this," Puck states after a few moments of silence.
"What, why not?" Matt asks.
"They're not gonna like the fact that Sebastian here came up with the idea. And that we thought about this without them. And they're gonna want to take the duet again. Blondie's gonna want the solo, but we all know we would quit before she does. But if she comes up with a kick-ass song, then there's no way we can convince Schuester to let Rach, Satan, Lady Hummel, or Chocolate Diva sing it. You know how he is. And we don't even know if they'll be on board with the writing our own shit. Schue is, and I love the dude; really I do, but he's old-fashioned as fuck. There's a bigger chance that this will be for nothing, and we'll end up with another one of his crazy ass mash-ups." Puck states, in his badass matter-of-fact tone of voice he used whenever he saw something the rest didn't. Smug little jerk.
"Fuck, he's right," Sntana cursed under her breath, which had no use because it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"So, what can we do now? We can't write a song. We don't even know what we're gonna write." Mike asks, looking at Rachel; as did everyone else.
"We come up with more ideas for the song. But no writing the song yet, we don't have enough time, and if we write a song now, the It Couple will try and convince Mr. Schue that they're the ones who should sing it. No, we need more ideas and we need them by tonight. We can pitch Mr. Schue our idea tomorrow." Rachel says firmly. They all agreed with he. How could they not? She was the only one that was insanely dedicated to music and performing other than Kurt, but even then Rachel was on a different level than he.
"So any other ideas?"
"How about a fuck you song?" Puck asks.
"What are you talking about now Noah?" Rachel asks him, staring dubiously.
"A fuck you song, those things where you're just telling the person fuck you. Like you know Cee-Lo Green's song Forget you? And Sebastian's thing of expressing our awesome selves for being kick ass performers, and changing things sounds pretty dope."
"I agree with Puck, that is actually a great idea," Artie says thoughtfully, nodding to Sebastian, to acknowledge him.
"Hell we could write it perfectly just because of all the bullshit the fuckheads put us through."
"Wait, that was good, we can us that." Rachel says grabbing a pen and the piece of paper Santana handed to her.
"What was good?"
"What you said, 'all the bullshit the fuckheads put us through. We're going to have to change the cuss words, but still." she replies, quickly writing the words down.
"Ha! I did something, I'm so awesome." Puck says leaning back.
"And insanely modest too," Tina mutters under her breath.
"Shut it Cohen Chang!"
"Play nice children," Sebastian comments dryly, smirking in amusement at the banter.
"Shut it Smythe!" they both yell in response.
"Feisty aren't we?" Sebastian asks, grinning. He taunt and tease, the teasing more reserved for girls, but the semantics didn't need to be concerned at the moment.
"Fuck off," Puck retorts. Tina, in a very mature manner, sticks her tongue out at him.
"Guys!" Rachel exclaims, clapping her hands loudly, "please focus!"
"Sorry," the three mutter in apology.
"So we have part of a potential lyric. We need to just go from there."
"Well then, let's keep working shall we?" Sebastian suggests, standing up to stand beside Rachel. She smiles sheepishly at him, before turning back to her desk to look at the paper.
"Should we just keep rhyming?" Mike asks after a moment of silence.
"I guess but there's only so much to rhyme with," Tina responds.
"We'll figure it out along the way. Let's decide on this first Do we want that part to be in a verse, the chorus, or the bridge?" Kurt says seriously.
"I wouldn't mind repeating that, once we're done revising it of course," Rachel says thoughtfully.
"Me too!" Brittany yells happily.
"Same!" Puck says, waving his hand in the hair.
"Is everyone else okay with it being in the chorus then?" Rachel asks, and they all nod in approval.
"This is good we're getting somewhere." Matt states, smiling.
"Very, very slowly," Artie says quietly.
"But at least we're getting somewhere boy, so shut your mouth." Mercedes says, in her usual sassy manner.
"Enough with the arguing," Kurt says cuttingly.
"Can we just finish the song?" Brittany asks bouncing in her seat impatiently.
"Britt, we can't just finish the song, right now. We have to think about it," Artie says in a placating manner.
"Fine, but can we eat first?"
"Britt, there's food right there," Puck says gesturing the the variety of junk food that was spread around the group of teens.
"Ohh! Yummy!" she cries happily, grabbing a bag of chips and begins to munch on them.
"Anyways..." Mercedes says after looking at Brittany for a good 5 seconds, trying to decide what the hell was wrong with the girl, before remembering that's just how Brittany was.
"We should just stop now, I'm serious. We're all tired and it's getting late. We still need to do homework too." Mike says and the rest couldn't help but see his logic.
"Fine with me, we can work on this tomorrow." Rachel says, slightly relieved, and sits next to Sebastian yet again.
"Can we just sleep over? I don't feel like driving back home," Santana says looking at Rachel for an answer.
"Again, that's fine with me. You know I don't care and neither do my daddies."
"Sweet, sleepover at Berry's house. Fuck yeah, you guys changing into your night shit or are you sleeping naked?" Puck asks, waggling his eyebrows.
"Puckerman, shut up!" Santana snaps.
"She's sleeping naked," he whispers to Matt, not to quietly. Santana slaps the back of his head and he yells in protests.
"No I'm not," she says scathingly.
"So is," Puck whispers confidently, to Artie this time. Santana kicks his leg in retaliation and Puck stops talking.
"Well, you boys can get out now, while the girls change," Rachel says, pointing to the door.
"We have to?" Sebastian asks.
"It's not like we haven't seen it before," Mike mutters.
"The fuck?" Puck and Matt yell, after hearing what Mike had said.
"Nothing!"
"Chang, why and when the fuck did you see Berry bare?"
"I never said that."
"Mike, you idiot!" Rachel hisses.
"I want to know this too!" Brittany says, butting in.
"I have never heard of this before," Kurt gasps, shocked that his Diva kept something as scandalous as that from him.
"What?" Rachel and Mike reply looking around the room, avoiding eye contact.
"Don't avoid the question, chica, we'll get it out of you soon," Santana says darkly.
"You're such a creep Tana," Rachel replies, laughing.
"Naw seriously. Chang, Rach when did this nonsense happen?" Artie asks in his weird mock ghetto voice.
"It never happened." Mike protests.
"Okay, out, out, out," Rachel says urgently, grabbing Noah and Sebastian by their wrists and tugging them towards the door.
"You gonna tell us outside?" Puck asks hopefully.
"Yeah, I will." she says cheerfully, hoping Noah wouldn't see her obvious trick.
"Ha, she likes me better than all you bitches." he proclaims looking at everyone else before sauntering out of the room. Sebastian just waves good bye before following Puck.
"Hey I want to know too!" Matt says racing out the room to brag to Puck that he would get to know what happened.
"C'mon Artie, let's make sure Puckerman's ego doesn't burst." Mike says, amused, before wheeling Artie out of the room.
"Hold up! This is some nonsense! Rach just wants us out of the room!" Artie protests but Mike shuts the door anyways.
"Good job Rachel," Tina praises and Rachel smiles.
"Now you have to tell us what happened." Kurt says, jumping on Rachel's bed and patting the spot next to him for her to sit down.
"Nothing happened, it was just really bad timing on both our parts."
"Wait so nothing sexual happened?" Santana asks, dubious. I mean, seriously, have you seen the boy's abs? It would be difficult not to jump his bones.
"No, Santana, nothing sexual occurred."
"Damn girl, and I was getting excited for you." Mercedes says, disappointed and shakes her head.
"Rachel! Open the fucking door!" Puck yells, pounding on it.
"Noah, leave me door alone, I don't want you breaking it!"
"Fuck that noise! I want to know what happened between you and Chang."
"Nothing!" both Rachel and Mike yelled. A second later, the unmistakable sound of a slap could be heard.
"Puckerman!" Mike yelled.
"S'what you get," Puck replies coolly.
"Boys! Don't kill each other!" Rachel yells.
"Fine." they both grumble and Sebastian and Matt laughed.
"Whipped," they said in unison.
"Fuck you guys," Puck says. The girls quickly changed into sweats and T-shirts and then they let the boys in. The boys had also changed into their sweats and muscle shirts to sleep in. All of them quickly finished their homework and decided to go eat dinner before sleeping. They ate pizza, and a vegan dish in Rachel's case, for dinner, while watching T.V.
"So you guys know where to go, night all." Rachel says, while making sure all the doors were locked. The teenagers quickly said goodnight to each other before walking up the stairs to their respective rooms. The Berry house was huge, and equipped with several guests rooms, where they all slept. Brittany and Santana would sleep in one room, which they now deemed "theirs" because they were often sleeping over at Rachel's house. They would either sleep in their room or they would sleep in Rachel's room. Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt all slept in one room and they too called it their own because they were over all the time.
The boys would often alternate who slept where, sometimes it would be Mike and Matt in one room and Puck and Artie in another, or Matt and Puck in one room and Mike and Artie in the other. But there were also times when Santana and Puck would sleep in the same room or Brittany and Mike would sleep in the same room. Sometimes, Puck would sleep in Rachel's room, to cuddle with her, when she had a really bad day.
"Where's Sebastian?" Rachel asks, looking around.
"I don't know, maybe he went to his special unicorn place," Brittany suggest, smiling brightly.
"Um, I don't think so Britt," Puck says patting her head.
"Night guys," the boys say while carrying Artie back up the stairs.
"Goodnight Noah. Mike and Matt, please try and get some sleep, and Artie! You leave your phone off! You never get sleep when you use it," Rachel calls out.
"Where do I sleep?" Sebastian asks. He had just changed into his sweats; he had been planning to work out, but he was actually shirtless, he didn't see the need to bring a shirt because he was going to work out by himself. he never planned on meeting a pretty girl and actually sleeping over at her place.
"Uh, you can um," Rachel says stuttering.
"You can sleep in Rachel's room," Brittany suggests and Rachel whips her head to look at her, her face bright red. Santana grins and applauds herself for whispering that suggestion to Brittany.
"Fine with me," Sebastian says grinning at Rachel. Rachel's ace turned an even brighter shade of red.
"Night lovers!" Santana yells, before dashing up the stairs pulling Brittany along with her. Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes yelled 'good night' before following Santana and Brittany.
"Your friends are not subtle at all," Sebastian says turning to face Rachel. Rachel facepalms and tries to hide her blush.
"I am so so sorry about them. I'll go get another room ready for you." Rachel says quickly. She turns around to race up the stairs before Sebastian grabs her wrist and spins her around, smoothly, and pulls her close to him. They were soon chest to chest and Sebastian tapped Rachel's chin so she would look up at him.
"I never said I had a problem with it," he whispered and smiled softly.
"Oh, okay," she whispers back, smiling too.
"Let's get some sleep." he says, pulling her up the stairs.
AND BOOM! Cliffhanger. Kind of. Well I am going to write the next chapter about what happens before they have an innocent sleep. INNOCENT GUYS INNOCENT! No dirty thoughts, for shame! Sorry for the wait.
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Just An Average Crazy Girl Next Door