Greetings! Okay, so I'm really not lying when I say I'm insercure about this chapter. I've decided to make this fic an actual Faberry one, as you can probably tell by this (overly obvious) chapter. xD
Also, I'm going to make things progress really quickly (and probably unrealistically, but that's fanfiction for ya :P) because I wasn't intending on making this an actual story. There's this chapter, and then I'm making the next chapter the last one. Hope all this is okay with everyone?(:
Now, onwards! :D
Berry Merry Cheerio
Noted
"Good morning, world." Rachel inhaled, stepping out into the surprisingly warm breeze of the outside world. There was defiantly something in the air today (other than pollution), and that made her feel happy. She had high hopes for today, seeing as she now had popularity and friends. It's funny how one club can change the way people see you.
Occasionally checking to make sure Jacob wasn't behind her again, she made her way to school. Once arriving, she went searching for Quinn. Finding said person by her locker, she plastered a large grin across her face and pranced up to her, Cheerio skirt flapping with every step.
"Hello, Quinn." She greeted, eyes shining at the sight of her 'pervious-enemy-now-turned-friend'.
"Oh hey Rach." The blonde politely replied, turning away from her locker.
"What're you looking for?" The brunette wondered, trying to peek into where Quinn's hands were.
"Ohh, nothing." The Head Cheerleader brushed off, closing the locker shut. "Anyways, we have first lesson together along with… Brittana, don't we? We should probably get going."
"Ahh, yes. Math. Lets go." Rachel reminded herself quickly, before proudly striding down the hallway with her new friend.
Math
"Rachel, sit by us." Quinn called from the back of the classroom, alongside Santana and Brittany.
"I can't Quinn, we have a seating plan." The small girl replied from the front of said room, setting out the correct equipment for the lesson in question.
At this comment, Santana snarled. "God Berry, you're such a teacher's pet! Who cares what Mrs. What's-Her-Name thinks?"
"I do!"
"You don't anymore!" And with that, the Latina stormed to the front of the class, grabbing Rachel's wrist and leading her to where she, Quinn, and Brittany were sitting.
"If I get in trouble I blame you." The brunette sighed, taking a seat next to Quinn. The blonde girl smiled at her, before turning her head towards the front of the class.
As the lesson progressed onwards, the girls almost silently chatted among themselves and shared answers (despite Rachel's objection). In Brittany's case, it was "Give me the answer sheet." "I don't have the answer sheet." "Oh, I'm stuck on this question." "What's 6 + 6?" "That's what I'm asking you, silly sausage!"
"Ugh, that cow goes on and on!" Santana whined walking out of the classroom alongside her little group of friends after the lesson had ended.
Rachel's mouth dropped open. "Santana, you really shouldn't talk about teachers like that. All they want to do is educate us so we do well in the future. Of course, I know what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to move to New York and make it on Broadway and-"
"Berry, shut up."
"Sorry."
"Anyways, I was thinking. Why don't we just bunk off this lesson?"
"Santana! You're not implying that we skip a school lesson, are you?"
Santana stopped. Turning to Rachel, she glared into her eyes. "Look, Berry. You want to spend more time with your only friends, right?" She began slowly, Rachel nodding in slight fear. "Well, if you want it to stay that way, I suggest you come with us and stop giving a shit about what the 'school rules forbid you from doing'."
A lot of persuasive discussion later, the Latina managed to convince Rachel (and Quinn for that matter) to skive off with Brittany and herself in the gym. There was no point in going to class anyway, seeing as they were all already 15 minutes late.
The Gym
"Wow, I've never skipped a lesson before. It's kind of exciting." Rachel commented, gazing around the empty sports hall.
"Don't worry about it Rach, I've never skipped either." Quinn replied, before thinking. A large smile spread across her face. "It's almost like we're having this first experience together."
Santana decided to butt in, just as things were getting rosy. "God guys, you look like you're having eye sex." She scoffed. Both Quinn and Rachel giving her annoyed looks. "Anyway, Faberry, you guys don't know what you've been missing. Me and Britt have been coming here for years every time we have a lesson we hate."
"This is like, one of our top make out spots." Brittany chipped in, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to drop into casual conversation. Santana face palmed.
"I just remembered what I was going to ask earlier coming out of Math." Rachel stepped in, breaking what could have turned into an awkward silence. "You all know what I want to do with my life, but what do you guys want to do?"
"Well," Santana started. "Britt and I will become dancers. Super sexy dancers."
The Faberry pair exchanged the same facial expression. "Right. How about you, Quinn?"
"Well, it would be really cool to become a nurse. Maybe I could help people in a similar situation to what I was in last year. You know… being pregnant." She answered truthfully. As Rachel slowly nodded her head up and down in agreement, the blonde leaped up from her seat violently. "I-I have to go, I just remembered something! Sorry, bye!" She stumbled, before literally sprinting out of the gym.
"Quinn? Where are you going?" Rachel called after her, but with no answer provided. She turned to Brittany and Santana in confusion.
"I bet Quinn has a crush on you." The ditzy blonde commented, her best friend beside her smirking.
"That's very unlikely, Brittany. We have only been friends for one day, not even that." The small brunette retorted, frowning at the ludicrous statement.
"Oh, but we know Fabray, and she gets the hots for people very quickly." Santana persuaded, raising her left eyebrow.
"No, she can't have. I mean, up until yesterday she hated me."
"True love springs from true hate."
"I don't believe that statement."
"You better had, Berry."
At that moment, the bell rang. It was time for Glee club rehearsal.
Glee Club Rehearsal
Rachel, Santana, and Brittany made their way down the hallway. Because they were in the gym (which isn't far away from the choir room) a few moments before, they had expected they would be the first ones there. They were incorrect. Once they had arrived, they saw Quinn sitting on a chair. When she noticed her friends enter the room, she beamed brightly at them, showing off her perfect teeth.
Rachel took a seat by the blonde, eyeing her up and down for any signs of body language that could indicate a crush. So far, she couldn't spot anything. She wanted to confront Quinn on Santana's and Brittany's theory, but she; 1) didn't want to be incorrect and get humiliated; 2) be correct and frighten her off; or 3) have her rip Santana's and Brittany's heads off.
Instead, she settled for asking Quinn where she went off to earlier.
"Oh, I just remembered I had to hand in a test paper." The blonde answered, although her nerve-filled eyes spoke differently.
Before anyone else could talk, Tina, Mike, and Mercedes, entered the room. "Hey guys." They greeted, Artie shortly rolling behind them. He gazed at Brittany glumly. She broke up with him in the Christmas holiday for Santana.
5 minutes later, everyone were chatting among themselves. Mr. Schue strolled in, giving Rachel and Quinn a strange look as they sat next to each other, smiling.
"Hello guys." The Spanish teacher began. "Today I have a new assignment for you all. You each have to find a song that best fits what you would like to tell somebody. Now, it can be anyone, they don't have to be in Glee Club. You don't even have to tell us who you're dedicating the song to. Does that sound fair?" The Gleeks nodded in agreement. "Good, now lets get started. We have Regionals to prepare for!"
Throughout the rehearsal, Mr. Schue had the Glee clubers try out many songs. None of them seemed to work at all.
"Mr. Schue, this is ridiculous. We need to be more powerful with our song selections than last year, and right now these songs are even worse than the one you picked for us in your 'hairography' phase." Rachel snapped, Mercedes agreeing with her.
"What songs do you suggest we do then, Rachel?" The Glee Club director sighed. Usually, Rachel would be on the ball with a whole bunch of songs to list that carried her heavy on lead vocal, but for some reason she couldn't think of anything.
"I have some ideas." Quinn stepped forward, saving Rachel from any embarrassment. I must thank Quinn for this later. The brunette mentally noted.
"For starters, no more Journey! Seriously, we must sing at least five Journey songs every week. If you choose anything from past practices, choose Funk. We should have done Funk at Regionals last year to have beaten Vocal Adrenalin in the first place!" The blonde cheerleader ranted, people nodding and muttering around her. As she stepped back besides Santana, Brittany, and Rachel, the brunette mouthed a simple "Thank you" to her.
"No problem, Rachel."
Lunch Time
Rachel was walking confidently down the hall, eyes following her as her pony tail bounced up and down. It felt good to be popular for a change. Reaching her locker, she opened it. Two pieces of folded up paper fell out.
"This is odd." She thought, gazing down at them. Picking them up and unfolding the first piece, she read it's content. It was a note, it so seemed.
Dear Rachel,
You're hot. Very, Very hot.
Have you thought of an answer to my proposal yet?
If you don't say yes, I'll kill myself.
Lot of love, Jacob. XxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx
"Oh, it's Jacob. What a surprise. Hadn't he gathered by the punch in his face that I declined his offer?" The small girl muttered, angrily. She decided to open the second note. Again, it was a surprise. A nice one this time, though.
I am your biggest fan,
I'll follow you until you love me,
Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Berry.
It simply read. Rachel gasped. No way this note was Jacob's doing, even though she was surprised he even knew how to break into somebody's locker in the first place. Maybe it was Finn? No, it was him who broke up with her. Maybe it was Puck? Nope, he would never do something as sweet as this. Who could have possibly wrote her such a beautiful statement?
Rushing off, she quickly went to seek out Santana, Quinn, and Brittany. Maybe they could help her identify her secret admirer.
Finding them in the cafeteria together on a small table, the brunette grinned. Taking a seat next to them, she hid the note in the palm of her hand. "Hey." She greeted, watching them enjoy their food.
"What's in your hand, Rachel?" Brittany puzzled, Rachel nervously glancing at her. As Santana and Quinn quickly zoned into the conversation, she opened the note and placed it on the desk. Brittany blankly stared at it, Santana raised her eyebrows, and Quinn bit her lip.
Santana immediately glared at Quinn. "She did it." She accused.
"Was not!" The blonde cheerleader snapped back, like she would have done when she was five. "I mean, prove it."
"For starters, it's written in your hand writing." The Latina replied, knowingly.
Quinn began to muster a reply, but Rachel stepped in. "Was it you, Quinn?" She questioned, gently.
Again, I'm not so sure how good this chapter is. Thoughts? :D
I'll begin writting the next (and last) chapter either later or tomorrow. It'll probably be up in 2-5 days, because I can't write a whole chapter in one go.
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