Authors Note: So this chapter has a funny story. I actually had it completed last weekend, but apparently I didn't save it! This copy that you all are going to read (and love and review) is the second draft of what I had originally written! It came out a whole lot better, which I'm happy about, and I hope all of you are happy about it too!

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Rachel Berry and the Victimizing yet Erotic Gazes of Quentin Fabray
Alice Inamorata

Although life seemed to pass by, Rachel Berry seemed to think that her life was moving as slow as the 'hello's' that she received in the hallways. Those weren't many, but when they did come, the words passed out of peoples mouths as slow as ever. Perhaps it was the winter months, and perhaps that people were too excited about Christmas or anxious about exams, but all the little Berry knew was that the Christmas Choral was coming up and she was the star.

So she had made flyers. Amazing flyers. Without magic. Thankfully her fathers were Muggles and they had sent her off to school with a laptop and printer, so she spent her luxurious time making the beautiful flyers that would attract more people to the Chorus. They needed new members since Santana had decided to draw pornographic pictures on the bathroom stalls and the main wall outside of the Great Hall. And they needed a lead male vocalist that could keep up with the tiny Diva. The group had all the females they could ever need, but the boys simply held their heads up too high to ever be conned into doing something as stupid as joining a Choir.

But Rachel Berry had a plan, oh yes, she had a plan. Surely all of the boys in the whole school would go to the first Quidditch Game of the season. Surely they would be in groups. That way, Rachel Berry could save some flyers as well as get the attention of all the male students in Hogwarts. She had decided to wear a shorter skirt than normal with some flats, getting rid of the normally childish tights she wore to show some leg. Wrapped in a heavy sweater and a scarf, she skipped into the Main Hall and sat beside Tina.

"Look what I made!" she exclaimed, putting a pile of flyers beside Tina. The Asian girl looked at the flyers over her cup of tea and smiled reassuringly.

"They're nice, Rachel…" she looked at the young girl, "but you're the main focus."

Rachel looked down at thy flyers once more. Yes, she was the main focus. Hell, her smiling face was in the middle of the damn flyer with golden stars surrounding her head. Then there were shadows of people behind her with the words, "Join the Choir!"

"Of course I am," Rachel smiled and took half of the flyers. "I'm the lead. Can you help me hand these out?"

"Well I ah -."

"Thanks Tina!" Rachel smiled brightly and patted her hand on the girls shoulder, "I knew I could count on you!" The Diva turned on her heels and walked quickly through the long hallway between the rows of seats. Behind her, Tina looked at the flyers and sighed as her boyfriend, Mike, sat down beside her in his red clad Quidditch Robes.

"What did she make you do this time?" Tina didn't even have to answer before his black eyes looked at the hefty stack of posters. "That probably used about ten rolls of parchment."

Behind the thin sheath, Quentin leant against a sturdy pole while Brian held Santana in his arms. The two were beginning to make him sick, so he took a deep breath and pushed himself off of the pole. "Are you two done?"

"Watch it, Fabray," Santana snapped, pulling away from Brian's warm embrace, "We needs our private time."

"It's not really private when it's in front of me." Quentin retaliated, crossing his arms over his chest. "The game is starting in less than five minutes and we're not going to find a seat if you two keep kissing and hugging like it's your last day on earth."

Santana sighed and looked up to Brian, "You go."

"No San, I'll stay here with you."

"No, go. I have to get my game on."

Santana gave Brian a smile, Quentin a classic death glance, before Quentin and Brian left the tent to be bombarded with flashes of yellow, red, blue and green. Brian stood close to Quentin, being a New York native he knew how to deal with crowds. So the two managed to climb the multiple staircases to the top of the seats and sat down, Brian wrapping himself tightly in his wool coat. Quentin sat down beside him, leaning forward and resting his forearms over the front side of the pitch, his leather jacket squeaking as he moved.

"So, San has a new Berry plan." Brian said calmly, looking to Quentin. Quentin kept his eyes on the center of the pitch, upon the three hoops, raising his eyebrows. "She wants to humiliate her at the Christmas thing."

Quentin didn't know what to say, but he didn't have to say anything because the game was beginning. The announcer introduced the players one by one, instructing the rules to those who didn't know the sport, and then the game kicked off. Brian keenly watched Santana playing her role as Keeper, glaring at anyone who dared to get the ball past her. Since her second year, she had the reputation of hitting the ball back into the person who tried to get it past her. Several times she had broken arms, ribs, and even made people throw up from the pain, but no one ever got in her way unless they were begging for pain.

The blonde boy only came to the games to support Brian, who got very protective of Santana while she was on the field. He got bored rather easily seeing the same thing every day since Brian made him come to practices when he didn't have a lot of work to do. Quentin found himself lying most of the time just to get out of it, but at the same time he wanted to support Brian (and kind of Santana) to the fullest of his abilities.

But now. He just had too much on his mind.

"Join the choir! Hey there cutie, wanna join the choir!"

"Fuck off, Berry."

Quentin's head snapped up as he felt a surge of rage boil through him. How dare they talk to her that way! He stood up, back straight and shoulders squared before people began to notice and stared. Brian as well looked at the shorter boy and raised an eyebrow.

Rachel stood there, actually shy and a little terrified, althernating between looking at Quentin and her shoes. She stammered, "H-hi Quentin…"

"Berry."

I need to make it look like I was mad at her, not the douchebag, Quentin thought.

"Do…do you want to join the choir?" Quentin melted when he saw how happy she became at that one word. "We need a male lead. And I'm sure you'll be able to fit in nicely!"

"Why are you here again?" Quentin crossed his arms, putting on his best cocky smirk as the Slytherins around him laughed. "Trying to get someone to come to the party with you?"

"No."

"Rachel, getting one of us to go to the party with you would mean that we're pedophiles. I mean, you dress like you're three."

Around him, the Slytherin's laughed and cheered at the statement, taking the flyers that she had handed out, crumpling them up and throwing them at her. Rachel's face fell, looking at the crumpled up works of art that she had spent hours making – making sure they were perfect – before bending down and picking them up. She picked up every piece of paper she had handed out and held them in her arms, looking at Quentin with miserable eyes before slowly descending down the stairs.

He watched her as she walked away, his heart beating a little bit faster. He knew it was wrong, and he knew that it hurt her, but something deep inside made it just a little bit okay to be mean to the girl.

You have to do what you have to do, right?

Then he saw the young girl climbing up the stairs to the Gryffindor stature, seeing her happily handing out flyers to everyone she saw. They welcomed her with open arms, some people even hugging her and nodding, smiling. He noticed how happy she looked when people agreed to join; Quentin himself even found a smile creeping up on his face.

"Why am I doing this…if Santana finds out, I'm dead." Sigh. "I need to do this. I NEED to do this. I need -."

"Hello, Quentin."

Quentin coughed, pushing his hands into the leather pockets, crossing one leg over another. "Hi Rachel."

She sighed, "Can I help you? I need to get these flyers over to the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw stands before the game is over and I need to hurry."

"Do…do you want help?"

He'd do anything to make her smile again. But once he saw it spread across her face, her luscious lips becoming thinner and her white teeth showing, he couldn't help but feel fulfilled. "REALLY?"

She began to jump up and down, eventually jumping on the young Fabray, hugging him tightly. "Yeah, yeah. I'll run some to the Hufflepuff stands. They're scared of Slytherins anyways. Let me see some, Rache."

Rachel took a hefty amount of the remaining pile, pushing it into Quentin's hands. "Make sure you tell them we need a male vocalist!" She began to run away before Quentin called after her. The petite brunette turned on her heels and looked at him, her hair flaring out from behind her as the wind combed it's fingers through the locks.

"…Can I take you up on that lead vocalist offer?"

He had never seen Rachel smile so big.

"Hey! You!" Quentin walked up to the small boy, glaring down at him with hazel eyes. "You sing?"

"Y-Yeah…"

He took one of the flyers and handed them to the first year, "The meeting is tomorrow. Show up."

"Okay! Thanks Mister!"

Quentin rolled his eyes, smiling at the ladies and glaring at the men before handing them a flyer. Most of the Hufflepuffs took them, smiling at Quentin and thanking him. But it wasn't until all of the flyers burst into flames that people began to scream.

Quentin noticed it when the last couple of papers he held began to smoke. The flyers he had handed out burst into flames, the coats also caught on fire and people had tossed them off of their bodies. Quentin's jacket was beginning to char from the heat of the papers, so he threw them into the air before they promptly burst into flames. He looked around with his hazel eyes, noticing it was just this one stand where the papers were burning. All of the other stands where Rachel or himself handed out flyers were fine, but when their eyes met, Rachel and Quentin, she looked hurt.

Quentin was just confused.

He looked up into the air and noted the charred papers coming down like rain. Rachel began to run down the steps of the Ravenclaw tower, running behind it and tripping over her own two feet. Quentin pushed through crowds and through professors as they tried to calm the mess, he even ran across the Quidditch pitch before promptly being interrupted by a flying Santana.

"Where you going, Fabray?"

Quentin sighed, trying to get out from the hands of Santana, but it wasn't working. "I'm trying to help her out, San. I'm a good person."

She laughed, "Good? You call fucking her in the library good? You call setting her hair on fire good? Where is all of this coming from, Fabray? You worry me."

"Santana, just get out of my way!" Quentin shouted, pressing a hand to her chest. Santana fell off of her broom, landing on her wrist as she hissed in pain. "I'm sick of your shit." Quentin seethed, turning on his heels and running after Rachel.

It wasn't until Quentin found Rachel leaning against the side of the bridge he had finally caught up with her; sweat running down his face and his hair plastered to his forehead. "Rachel…" breathe. "What happened…with those flyers..?"

"I don't know, Quentin." Rachel barked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Perhaps you can tell me?"

"What…" Quentin looked up from his bent down position, "You think I did that?"

Rachel nodded and Quentin scoffed.

"After I volunteered to help you, volunteered to sing with you, you think I'd…" then he shut up and realized what she was trying to say.

"You do this thing, Quentin. This very closely strategized plan to make me happy and then ruin my life. First year, you said you'd help me in Magical Creatures and then trained the creature to blow fire at me. Then in second year, in charms, you helped me master my fire charm and then set my hair on fire. This year, you…" she looked around, "you make love to me in the library, tell me you love me, and then let Santana draw those pictures of me. I'm not stupid!"

"I know you're not. But jeez…" Quentin put his hands on his head, standing up straight and sighing. "You wouldn't understand…"

"Understand what?" her tone was soft, monotone, and caring. But Quentin was finding himself getting angry and building up his aura once more.

"Forget it. Go hand out more of your stupid flyers." Quentin shoved his hands back in his pockets, walking slowly across the old bridge before turning back around. "And don't worry. I won't set them on fire."

He heard Rachel sigh and then choke back a sob before he quickened his pace. When he finally fell backwards on his bed, he thought about what he was just going to do.

He was going to give up his secret. Just for one girl. Who made him smile.