OH MY GOSHNESS YOU PEOPLEZ ARE INCREDIBLE. Not too many reviews, but the ones I got, good Lord, were amazing. I am so very glad that you guys like the story, love the story, etcetera. I love all of you, even you silent readers who don't review.
Shout out to...well...I don't know your name because you reviewed as a guest, but you know who you are for being so sweet about my friends situation.
Speaking of which, the situation has gotten slightly better. Take note of the slightly. I would love for everything to go back to normal; however, my friends are...different and like to throw things back in my face every once in awhile. No matter I still love them, so all is ok. However, my boyfriend/best friend and I broke up, and my heart is completely shattered, isn't that lovely? He doesn't want to talk to me and I know it'll take me ages to get over him. And to make matters worse here's my disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Back to the story my peeps:
Chapter 15
After the third period bell rang, signalling it was time to head to fourth period, the hallways began to fill up with students. Some students standing outside a classroom made way for the tiny Diva to swiftly exit the room before marching down the hall, with five boys trailing after her.
"Awwww, come on Rachel, it wasn't that bad!" Sebastian exclaims, chasing after the small girl. Well chasing isn't really the proper word for it considering they were at a similar pace; however, Rachel was smaller and it was easier for her to weave around the groups of people that were crowding the hallway. Sebastian was, therefore, a step behind the her every once in awhile.
"Oh shush up Sebastian!" Rachel calls over her shoulder.
"Rachey poo we love you though!" Matt calls, trailing after Sebastian along with Puck, Mike, and Kurt.
"The feeling is not mutual!"
"That was not nice, I'm wounded!" Matt replies pounding his fist over his heart.
"That sounds like a personal problem, I suggest you take care of that."
"When did you get so sassy?" Mike mutters.
"When I met you neanderthals."
"That's a compliment to our machoness," Puck boasts, puffing up his already buff chest. At this point they were in front of their next class with Rachel leaning against the door way and the boys in front of her, arms folded.
"It really wasn't that bad. That sorry excuse of a class was boring me to death," Sebastian states plainly.
"So you decided it would be a good idea to find where I was ticklish instead?"
"Well, it was pretty entertaining wasn't it?"
"That is not the point Sebastian."
"Well the past is past, that should be the point here." Sebastian says proudly, Rachel rolls her eyes at his response and grumbles something incoherent under her breath before walking inside the class. The boys look at each other and shrug. Kurt rolls his eyes at the other males, before brushing past them to get inside too.
"Diva, don't lie you enjoyed that god's hands on you," Kurt whispers to her.
"Shut up, Kurt," she hisses. The two teenagers were eyeing the four males, who were outside the class talking amongst themselves.
"Well they can't hear us, obviously."
"Kurt, I did not enjoy it one bit. Drop the subject."
"You're such a liar, I know that blush. That's the blush that you get whenever you get all flustered. Which is rare because you never get flustered."
"Ooooh, Berry got flustered, must have been by mister tall, dark, and handsome," Santana teases, taking the seat in front of Kurt.
"Awwwww, Rachy is Sebastian being cute with you again?" Brittany asks, bright eyed and giggling.
"No Britt, he isn't. He's being completely irritating and...just, no." Rachel says stuttering at the end.
"She stuttered lady and gay, it's official. Berry is smitten by Smythe."
"I am not Santana stop it!"
"Defensive, tsk, tsk. You are not helping your case at all chica."
"I hate you. All of you."
"You love us," Santana crows.
"You hate me?" Brittany asks pouting. Rachel's heart immediately melted.
"No, of course not Britt. I could never hate you," Rachel says soothingly.
"Yay, she loves me!" Brittany says, beaming.
"Me too, me too!" Puck says enthusiastically, taking the seat behind Rachel.
"No, not you." Rachel says, dead panned.
"So mean," Puck says, pouting pitifully.
"You would think the badass of the school wouldn't pout or complain as much as you do," Santana says snarkily.
"Shut it Lopez!"
"Make me Puckerman!"
"Oh my Moses..."
"You people are so entertaining," Sebastian musters, grinning as Rachel slapped his arm absent mindedly.
"Lopez, you are such a crusty old hag, no wonder we stopped dating."
"Oh bite me Puckerman, you're the one who chased after my sexiness."
"Yeah, until I realized how bitter you are."
"At least I'm not a dense dumb fuck."
"At least I'm not a bad fuck."
"Shit just got real!" Mike and Matt whoop, standing up to high-five each other over Puck's head. Rachel pushed them both back down in their seats.
"That's right, you're a terrible fuck." Santana retorts.
"Fuck you!"
"You already did that!"
"And don't I fucking regret it."
"Oh please, you loved it."
"That sexual tension though..." Matt mutters, causing the group, except for Puck and Santana, to snicker.
"I loved when you got off of me."
"Wait dude, why the hell is she on you if you're supposed to be the controlling one?" Mike interjects.
"Because he's not man enough to handle me," Santana states, smirking.
"Bull shit, she's just a control freak and needs to be on top," Puck says snarkily.
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"There's a vagina on my cock, why the hell would I be complaining?"
"So you would take any vagina?" Mike asks horrified.
"No, has to be clean and shit, man. You don't know what kind of shit could happen."
"How the hell would you know whether it's clean or not?" Matt asks, puzzled.
"Ask the chick," Puck states.
"She could lie idiot."
"Well it's a good thing I've been lucky with my shit then, because I'm still clean."
"Noah, for God's sake, stop the whole sleeping around. Who knows what you're gonna catch one day?!" Rachel exclaims.
"But babe, it's so much fun."
"I don't give a shit, stop before something bad happens."
"Whoa Berry, you cussed."
"I have sworn before Noah."
"It shocks us all every time sweetie," Kurt says placatingly. Before they could continue the bell rings and class begins.
~~~~~~~Time Break because I hate writing class scenes~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That wasn't as bad as the other classes," Sebastian comments while walking out with the group.
"The other classes really aren't that bad, you just have to ignore the idiots." Rachel replies.
"Which is hard, because the mother fuckers are ever-fucking-where," Santana says, exasperated.
"Don't forget the Cheeri-hoes! either," Puck adds. Santana punches him in retaliation.
"Bitch, you and Britt are excluded. Isn't that a damn given by now?" Puck mutters, rubbing his arm.
"Sorry, reflex," Santana shrugs, but still smiles despite herself. Puck rolls his eyes, but throws an arm around her anyway.
"Are you guys together?" Sebastian asks.
"Nope," they both reply.
"But they should be," Rachel, Brittany and Kurt chime together. (I want to clarify that I made this a Pucktana, not Brittana.)
"Shut up Divas," Santana and Puck retort. However, Puck doesn't remove his arm from Santana's shoulders and Santana doesn't make a move to remove his arm either.
"I'm going to my locker guys, I'll see you at the spot," Rachel says, about to leave the group before Mike and Matt grab her arms and haul her back.
"No way, you can't go without one of us," Mike states, gesturing to Santana, Puck, Matt, and himself.
"Michael, I am perfectly capable of defending myself," Rachel huffs.
"That may be true, but come on Rach, they're gonna slushy you if we aren't there," Matt says.
"Noah, Santana talk sense into these two since they refuse to listen to me."
"Not gonna happen B, they're right and you know it." Santana states.
"Noah?"
"Rae, you know we're right," Puck replies gently.
"I appreciate the protection services guys, really. But it is unnecessary."
"No it's not, it's completely necessary," Mike states firmly.
"Come on B, let's get your stuff," Santana says, wrapping an arm around her, with Brittany by her side. The girls wake towards their lockers and the boys separate to get to theirs.
"So what's going on with you and my Jewish American Princess?" Puck asks, as he and Sebastian make their way to their lockers.
"What's it look like?" Sebastian asks, spinning the dial on his locker.
"It looks like you two are flirting like two middle fucking schoolers. But you guys have eye sex like no other mother fucker."
"Seems about right, problem with that?"
"Not really, depends on what happens later on."
"Didn't we already have this talk with the others? At Rach's house?"
"That was a group thing, more teasing really. I'm dead fucking serious now. She really looks like she likes you, so hurt her, I'll kill you."
"Got it, am I gonna be getting this one on one talk from the rest?"
"Probably, even Santana really. Chick will kick your ass to the next century if you hurt Rach. Those two got close and fuck me if it isn't scary as all hell to see either of them mad, much less both of them mad."
"Note taken, anyone else I should be worried about?"
"Hudson's gonna be on your ass for going after her. He thinks she's her territory and that shit isn't kosher. I can only say so much, we aren't dating. But if you guys end up dating, well, that's an if."
"He's nowhere near threatening."
"Hudson is a cuddly teddy bear. But he's volatile when he wants to be and that blow up is a time ticking bomb."
"I hope I'm the catalyst then. He seems like he needs to be put in his place."
"Don't get me wrong, Finn is a good guy for the majority of the part. But he always goes back and forth between Quinn and Rach, and that's not right. It hurts them both, and him a little too I guess. He has a big heart and I guess because of that he doesn't know which one to choose. Hopefully, you being here will make that decision for him."
"How much shit has Rachel been through?" Sebastian inquires, closing his locker and following Puck to his.
"A lot, she's been through hell and back for a high school kid at this point. Well, there's different levels to that I guess, but for someone as nice and sweet as her, the shit she's been through is technically undeserved. She's been through shit because she's different, and that's why people think it's ok when in reality it isn't."
"Shit...she's broken isn't she?"
"Somewhat. Rach is strong as all hell, scary too. But yeah, she's broken."
"Then I'm fixing her."
"I hope you can, she needs someone to be there for her."
"Is she gonna let me?" Sebastian asks, more to himself than Puck.
"If you treat her right, maybe dude," Puck says.
"Thanks for telling me. I appreciate it," Sebastian says, sticking a hand out to Puck.
"The least I could do, she's important to me too," Puck replies, shaking Sebastian's outstretched hand. They shake hands firmly, before opening the doors to the quad. They see the group and sit down in the available seats. There was one conveniently left open next to Rachel, so Sebastian took it.
"Took you guys long enough. A new bromance forming?" Santana teases.
"Puck dude, I thought we had a real thing going on," Artie says, mock hurt.
"We do man, we do. I love you bro," Puck says, sincerely before bursting into laughter. The whole group cracks up at the two boy's stupidity.
"It's ok baby, I'm here for you," Brittany whispers to Artie before kissing his cheek.
"Thank you Britt," Artie says smiling, before kissing her hand.
"Awww, you guys are so precious," Rachel coos along with Kurt and Mercedes. Santana pretends to gag, but smiles good-naturedly at the couple.
"Thanks," Brittany says, still beaming. They all continue to eat their food, conversations going around the table.
"Did Noah threaten you again?" Rachel asks Sebastian.
'No love, we just talked."
"About?"
"Nothing to worry your beautiful little head about," Sebastian says affectionately causing Rachel to blush.
"Sebastian, tell me," she pleads.
"I'm serious Rachel, there's no need to. It's between Puckerman and I."
"Sebastian," she says, whining.
"Rachel," he says, mocking her tone.
"Fine, but don't take his threats seriously. He wouldn't do anything."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, love. He, and everyone else at this table, seem very protective of you."
"I can take care of myself," she says shrugging.
"I know that, so do they. That won't stop them from protecting you from what they can."
"Why is this relevant?"
"Your question led to it."
"It did, but that doesn't answer the question."
"It's an answer to an answer Rach," Sebastian replies shrugging.
"Shit, Cheeri-hoe alert," Santana whispered. The group looked up to see Whitney marching towards them, anger and hatred in her eyes.
"Damn, I thought we got rid of her ass," Rachel groaned.
"I guess not, love." Sebastian whispers, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Sebby!" Whitney whines. Sebastian doesn't reply.
"Sebby!"
"Whitney, that's not his name," Brittany informs her, causing the whole table to smile.
"Brittany shut up, I call him that." Rachel and Santana bristle at Whitney's harsh tone towards the innocent blonde.
"So then why isn't he responding?" Brittany asks, unfazed by Whitney's tone.
"I don't know Brittany, maybe because he can't hear me over your annoying voice." Rachel, Santana, and Mercedes all hiss in anger.
"Watch your tone Whitney," Santana snaps.
"Make me Lopez."
"Are you asking for another ass whupping from me and B?"
"Oh please, Manhands? She's pathetic," Whitney scoffs, looking down at Rachel.
"Oh shut up Whitney," Rachel says rolling her eyes.
"Did I say you could talk bitch?"
"Did I say that I care?" Rachel retorts sassily.
"What you care about doesn't matter. You don't have a say in jack shit, you're just another Lima loser."
"That's funny, I'm one of the only people in this school that has enough talent to fly away from this town."
"Last time I checked, I don't hear any applause for you."
"Last time I checked, you still haven't been made captain of the Cheerios either, so you still have no rank over me."
"Wrong again Manhands, I'm actually on the Cheerios. Which is way more important than your stupid little Glee Club."
"And yet, we have three Cheerios and four jocks too. Not to mention all seven of them are at the highest of the social ladder here at McKinley. And we still have more talent than the jocks and Cheerios put together."
"You guys can't even dance and your voices are all terrible."
"That's the best you could come up with? We all dance perfectly well, maybe with the exception of Finn. Our whole group is made up of essentially talented dancers. And are you seriously telling us that we can't sing? Don't lie to yourself sweetie, it's pathetic."
"Whitney, face it, you're gonna lose this battle. You already are." Santana says smugly.
"This isn't over bitches," she hisses before walking away.
"She needs to get the fuck over herself," Kurt mutters, shaking his head.
"Good job babe," Sebastian says nudging Rachel. She laughs and shakes her head.
"That was literally too easy, she has no idea how to fight for herself. She can talk shit, do shit, but that doesn't mean she is the shit."
"Truer words have never been spoken," Puck says and everyone laughs. The bell rings and everyone begins to clean up their things before making their way to their classes. One more hour and then Glee.