The Music In Me Chapter 9, a glee fanfic

Music In Me
Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 9

"Rachel!" Brittany exclaimed, racing into the girls' room and jumping onto Rachel's bed, immediately starting to jump up and down on the bed.

The blonde had her hair straightened, draped over her shoulders with a maroon beanie to match her infinity scarf. A white swoop neck crop top ended just a few inches before her high waisted maroon shorts with the gold buttons. Gold and maroon jewelry cluttered her arms, ears, belly button, and fingers.

And she was wearing her maroon ankle booties with the thick, high brown heel, further messing up the sheets on Rachel's already made bed.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked, whirling around in her makeup table, scrunched hair falling loose around her shoulders.

"Sam just asked me out!" Brittany squealed.

"What?" Rachel asked, jaw dropping as she paused in her process of putting on her black, hoop earrings.

She was already dressed, wearing a pair of short, pink, lace shorts with a black halter top with a clunky ink necklace wrapped around her neck, black heart shaped belly button ring peaking out of the bottom of her shirt.

"Sam stopped me in the hall when I was on my way back and asked me if I wanted to go and get dinner with him tonight," Brittany beamed, rolled off of the bed.

"Man, that boy moves fast," Rachel giggled.

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked cautiously, her hands resting on top of her floral print backpack.

"Oh, nothing" Rachel said quickly, shaking her head. "He was just talking to me yesterday about how he felt about you and I suggested that he ask you out if he thought that. I didn't think-"

"Oh..you told him to do that," Brittany said, giving a single nod before grabbing her backpack and swinging it over her shoulders. "That actually makes a lot more sense," she replied, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her maroon cross body purse and her sunglasses with the tinted maroon frames.

"Britt, I didn't-"

"No, it's cool. I get it. No big deal," she flashed an empty smile at Rachel, pocketing her tribal print covered phone and started to head out of the room.

"Brittany!" Rachel shouted, grabbing her silver and black backpack, stacking her oversized black purse onto the crook of her arm and sliding on a pair of black and silver wedges flip flops.

As she hurried after Rachel, she grabbed her black and white quoted phone case and her black sunglasses, throwing them into her bag. She hurried after Brittany, who was speed walking down the hallway, grateful that she had chosen slightly more comfortable shoes than the blonde had put on that morning.

"What?" Brittany snapped, whirling around on her heel and crossing her arms. "What more could you possibly have to say right now?"

"I didn't tell him to ask you out. He told me that he liked you and I told him he should go for it. He was already thinking about it. I just prompted him and pushed him in the right direction. I didn't want…it wasn't like-I wasn't trying to force him into asking you out due to pity or anything," Rachel sighed, reaching up and running a hand through her hair.

"We all know how Sam feels about you. All you had to do was make him think you wanted him to ask me out and he would have done it in a heartbeat." Brittany shook her head.

"I didn't-"

"You know what? If Puck asks you out anytime soon, you should probably say no. I told him to do it, and I thought I was doing something good for you, but now that I know how that feels, I would never wish it upon anybody else," Brittany cut her off, refusing to make eye contact with her.

"What?" Rachel froze.

But Brittany didn't answer. She just turned on her heel and walked off. She didn't even look back at her. She just stormed away from the girl who had thought she'd made a best friend of the blonde. But, as always, Rachel messed up what could be a friendship between her and her roommate. Between her and a fellow girl.

"I heard that Cinderella and Rupaul got into a fight this morning," Kitty Wilde snickered to Quinn as the girls walked by where Rachel was sitting in the quad during her free period that day.

She'd been hard at work all day to avoid Puck, fearing what Brittany had said to be true-even if she wasn't sure why she was so terrified of the idea.

In avoiding Puck, she had alway managed to avoid the Blonde Squad for most of the day, as they had attached themselves as his personal tails since they'd met him. Of course, she should have figured that they were going to seek her out to try and get her to cry at some point that day.

She just hadn't thought it would be so early in the morning.

Kitty, as always, was in her usual uniform of a graphic tank top-this one representing a quote from A Fault In Our Stars-with black, high waisted, frayed shorts and a pair of high top Converse. She was busy texting away at her phone, her case matching her shirt, as did her earrings. Over her back was a quilted, blue, designer backpack.

Her curled, blonde hair was falling down her back in its usual loose fashion-the one thing Rachel had to say about her that was positive was that she had incredible hair, especially for a blonde. The only blonde that Rachel had ever met with hair as nice as Kitty's was Brittany.

"It was over Sam. He asked out Brittany, because Rachel told him to. Boring," Quinn rolled her eyes, her tone surprising Rachel.

The blonde had her hair in a neat side braid, a black overall dress with a pleated skirt was layered over a red crop top and she wore wedged red sandals on her feet. Around her beck was a golden, sideways cross and she had her red designer bag over her shoulders as she texted on her own phone, a red and black case protecting it.

"What?"

"How am I supposed to use this to get Noah Puckerman? And according to the details of that fight, he's asking out Rachel-and don't tell me you believe that it's because of Brittany," Quinn said, her tone full of disgust as she sped up her pace and walked away, leaving Kitty to run off after her.

Rachel sighed, hugging her knees to her chest. She leaned her forehead against her knees and tried to calm her breathing.

It really shouldn't bother her that Puck was only going to ask her out because of Brittany, but it did. She couldn't figure out why it pained her so much to know that everybody was wrong in saying that he really liked her. It broke her heart to know that she was so stupid that she'd fallen for his act-the fact that he'd said to her had been a lie.

She hadn't even thought that she was actually interested in him, but hearing that it took Brittany to get him to make a move and ask her out killed her.

Sure, he'd already asked her for a date, but they'd never made it anything specific. As far as Rachel was concerned, it wasn't happening it. Not until he found her and asked her out with specific details.

But now, because of Brittany's confession, Rachel wouldn't be going out on a date with him-ever. She wasn't going to be in another relationship that was destined for failure. And she wasn't going to do anything else to make things even more awkward between Brittany and her. No matter what their feelings towards one another were, they still had to live together.

They might as well try to get along, even if they didn't have the friendship that they had been developing over the past couple of days.

Still, Rachel wasn't sure why Brittany was so mad at her.

She really hadn't done anything wrong. She'd encourage Sam to act on his feelings and he had done so. She couldn't help it that Sam always waited for her approval before asking anybody out.

"Hey,"

Rachel jumped, lifting her head and turning around to find herself face to face with Noah Puckerman.

"What are you doing?" She asked, unable to keep herself from giggling at his presence.

"I was looking for you all morning. You weren't in the music building and that sort of threw me off, though. It took forever to find you," He ignored her question.

"Why were you looking for me?" she asked.

"I heard about what happened with you and Brittany. She's sorry she freaked out. She wants to apologize for that…and..for what she, uh, said about me," he reached up to scratch behind his neck, tilting it slightly to the side.

"She doesn't have to say she's sorry." Rachel shrugged.

"Yes, she does," He insisted, shaking his head. "She needs to apologize because I'm not going to let her mess up the best thing that almost happened to me," he flashed her that innocent half grin, swinging an arm around her shoulders.

"She-"

"Rachel," he sighed, moving closer to her. "Shut up," he chuckled, pulling her closer to himself.

"What are you-"

"Sh," He shook his head, leaning in closer to her, pressing his lips against her own.

His other arm came around, wrapping her completely in his hold as he pulled her closer to him, right onto his lap. Her arms wrapped up around her neck, leaning into him as she deepened the kiss, pressing herself against him.

He pulled back, slowly, chuckling at the way she tried to lean back in towards him, a slight whine escaping her lips at the absence of contact.

"Rachel…will you please go out with me Friday night?" he asked, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Friday?" She asked, voice soft, almost breathless.

"Yes," He flashed her that same half grin, full of confidence.

"Why so far away?" She whined, leaning her head against his chest, cuddling up against him, trying to get as close to him as possible.

"Because I need to make sure everything's absolutely perfect for you," He winked, hugging her from behind.

"You know Quinn Fabray is trying to win you over? She wants you to go out with her," Rachel told him.

"Does Quinn Fabray have the voice of an angel, a shared religion with me and look like a walking goddess?" he asked her, his lips pressed into her hair and muffling his voice slightly as he pressed up against her.

"I don't look like a goddess. And you haven't even heard me sing before," she rolled her eyes, leaning away from him slightly, turning around to face him.

"Oh, do you really think I haven't been stalking you since the second I saw you?" He asked with a coy smile.

"You've been stalking me?" She asked, unable to fight her grin.

"I mean…not technically….but, I've pretty much been conveniently placing myself in places where I figure you might be so that I could watch you…"He admitted, leaning in and stealing a quick peck.

"You are such a freak," Rachel giggled, shoving him away from her playfully.

"A freak who's crazy about you," He said, reaching out and grabbing her hands, stopping her playfully violent actions. "Oh, and by the way, you most definitely do look like a goddess," He told her, voice low as if they were sharing a secret nobody else could ever understand.

"You're so full of it," She insisted, that giggle still in her voice.

"You do. Stop denying it," he instructed, leaning in close to her. "And if anybody else ever tries to tell you otherwise, I just want you to know that I'm more than willing to kick their ass," he promised her before going in for another kiss that, just like the one before, left them both breathless.

"Brittany!"

Sam had been trying to get her attention all morning, and whether it was during class or on their way to their next class, she had ignored him and blown him off. And that was not something Sam was used to having happen.

"I'm going to apologize to her, okay?" Brittany hissed, whirling around with her hair flapping in the breeze behind her. "What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to tell me why this is bothering you so much. So what if Rachel told me to ask you out? I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to go out with you. The only reason Rachel and I were even talking about it was because I wanted to make sure she wouldn't freak out if I asked you out. I want to go on a date with you," Sam said, running a hand through his hair and pacing a little bit, to try and keep himself from getting angry.

"You wanted to go out with me? As in…you asked Rachel for permission? You didn't do it just because she ordered you to because she felt sorry for me because I had some hopeless crush on you?" Brittany asked, ignoring everything that he had asked.

"God, Brittany, I thought you were supposed to be smart. Of course I wanted to go out with you. You're gorgeous, Britt, and you're brilliant and hilarious and nice and sweet and…god, I'd be an idiot if I wasn't into you," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he stopped and looked at her, forcing her to lock eyes with him.

"You actually like me?" Brittany asked, a small smile starting to stretch out across her face.

"That depends…do you like me?" he asked, a teasing smile on his face.

"What's that going to do?" she asked, frowning.

"Well, if you tell me how you feel about me, I'll tell you how I feel about you," he winked.

"Alright, fine-I like you. You know that I like you. Now do you like me?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Come closer," he said, reaching out and pushing her hands away from her hips, replacing them with her own. "The way I feel about you is…"He said, pulling her closer to him, leaning his face close to hers.

"Is?" She asked, a soundless word coming out almost completely breathless.

He didn't answer. Instead, he pressed his lips against her own, keeping his hands resting firmly on her hips. Brittany's arms found their way to his neck, locking firmly around it as she kissed him back. And as a single unit, they both pulled back from each other, sharing goofy, dopey smiles.

"You get all that?" He asked her, raising one corner of his mouth up into a half smile.

"I think…I think that I could use a little bit more explanation. I think I missed a thing or two," She bit down on her bottom lip.

And then Sam was pulling her back in for another kiss, moving one hand up to cup her face. She ran one hand down his back, brushing against his spine. Her other hand came up to his hair, tangling up in the bleached blonde locks.

He pulled back again, his hands returning to her hips as he looked down at her, a slightly nervous look on his face.

"Now, I have a question for you," He told her.

"Yeah?" She asked, tilting her head up towards him.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked.

But, true to their tradition, she didn't give him a verbal answer. She just pulled his head back down towards her, meeting his lips with hers for yet another kiss, not caring that all around them people were rushing off to class or that she was supposed to be on her way to physics.

The only thing she cared about was that she was making out with Sam Evans and was his girlfriend. All that mattered was that she had been wrong all along-Sam really did want to date her and Rachel was just trying to help.

Everything was back on track and even better than before. All she had to do was apologize to Rachel and tell her the truth about what Brittany had told Puck. Because it really hadn't been fair to ruin her brother's chances with the girl for her own sick form of revenge on Rachel, that hadn't even been necessary.

"What the hell did I miss?" Kurt asked, walking into the cafeteria for lunch and taking a seat at the table, staring at the cuddling pair of blondes sitting across from him.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, furrowing his eyebrows together. "Is something different?" He asked.

"Don't be such a jerk," Brittany giggled, punching him playfully in the arm.

"I have never been so confused in my entire life," Kurt sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled hair.

"Are you sure about that? You were pretty confused when I kissed you that one time," Sam pointed out.

"When did this happen?" Kurt asked, ignoring Sam's comment.

He gestured towards the blondes, raising his eyebrows in the air. He was putting on his usual stern and scolding act that he did whenever he wanted his friends to tell him something. And Sam was playing the innocently confused part that he and Rachel always played when they were teasing Kurt by with holding some gossip he was dying to know.

"This morning-just a couple of hours ago," Sam shrugged.

"Is everything good with her and Rachel?" Kurt asked, shooting a glance towards the door.

It wasn't normal for Rachel to be the last one to join them for lunch, and Kurt had been hearing some pretty interesting rumors about the brunette and Puck all day long. He was dying to know if they were true, the way the ones about the blondes had been true.

"I haven't seen her yet today. I need to apologize, but everything's good on my side. I hope she'll forgive me," Brittany said, cuddling deeper into Sam's embrace.

"She's going to-Rachel's too nice about stuff like that," Kurt assured her.

"Where is she, anyways?" Sam asked, glancing around the room.

"Probably making out with Puck," Kurt snickered.

Brittany and Sam shot him a confused look, eyes growing wide in shock at his statement. Sam looked like he was ready to go and find the boy and kill him, while Brittany just looked confused, as though she didn't understand why Kurt would say such a thing. Clearly neither one of them had heard the rumors.

"Do you two live under a rock? All anybody's been talking about since about an hour after Brittany and Rachel's fight has been the fact that Puck and Rachel got together," Kurt explained, slowly as though they were both idiots.

"Where'd you hear that? Rae would have told me if she was into him," Sam shook his head, laughing at the thought.

"Quinn Fabray was ranting about it all day. She and Kitty saw it happen," Kurt explained. "And we all know that Quinn wouldn't start a rumor about Rachel getting the guy Barbie herself wanted to get with-that would make Rachel look better than her," Kurt pointed out.

"That's true," Brittany said thoughtfully.

"I can't believe she didn't tell me! I told her I was into Brittany," Sam pouted.

"Well you didn't tell me," Kurt stuck his tongue out. "Call it karma," He threw a grape across the table at Sam.

"Alright-alright," Sam said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "Fair enough," he laughed, joining in on Kurt's good mood.

Soon enough, Brittany was laughing with them and they had moved onto a different topic, that was just as funny as the one before that.

"Noah," Rachel giggled as she pulled away from him again. "We really need to go and meet everybody for lunch. They're going to worry," She insisted.

They'd been in the choir room during all of their spare time since getting together-at least, Rachel assumed that they were together. He hadn't asked her officially, but she figured that from his pleas for a date and her anxiety for something sooner, they were pretty much a couple.

They'd escaped up to the music building after a few murmured comments about their need to get a room, and the original plan had been for them tot work on his audition piece afterwards, since it was for the following afternoon at their next rehearsal.

But, after a couple of minutes of searching for a song to suit his voice, he had gotten bored and asked to take a break. When she'd agreed to that, he'd asked her if she wanted to make out and the rest was history.

"Rachel," he sighed, shaking his head as he rolled off of her, falling onto his back on the floor besides her, sprawled out. "You're killing me."

"Noah," She giggled, sitting up and folding her legs beneath her. "Can you be serious for a little while?"

"I am being serious. It physically pains me to not be kissing you," He told her, serious expression etched across his face as he sat up besides her, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, arm resting over the top of it.

Rachel was pretty sure she'd never seen a guy look sexier, but she was also certain that she was a biased judge.

"Noah, we can't just hide out in here all day. We have to go to the cafeteria and meet up with our friends. They're going to worry. Besides, we should go and tell-"she cut herself off immediately, lowering he gaze away from him.

"Tell them what?" He asked, completely serious at this point.

"Nothing," She shook her head.

"Rachel," He sighed, reaching out and taking her arm.

He gently pulled her towards him, readjusting himself so that she could lean up against his chest, his arms locked firmly around her. She remained silent as he turned her face towards him, locking his hazel eyes onto her brown ones.

"It's nothing, really. I'm being stupid," She painted on a fake smile.

"It's not nothing so tell me," He ordered.

"What do I tell them?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"What am I supposed to tell my friends? That we're going on a date on Friday but we've been making out all morning? Because that's not going to go over well with them, at all." She asked, pushing away from him and wrapping her arms around herself.

"Why can't you tell them the truth?"

"What do you mean? That is the truth," She frowned.

"No," He shook his head. "The truth is that you're my girl," He flashed her a smile.

"Am I?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Don't you want to be?" He frowned, starting to lose his confidence.

"Of course I do. But that's a pretty shitty way of asking a girl out, don't you think?" She asked, a teasing smile on her face.

"I take it you want something better?" He asked, climbing to his feet and walking towards the instrument closets.

"Yeah," She giggled, standing up.

"Well, take a seat then," He nodded, grabbing a guitar and swinging it on around his neck, strumming a few chords to test that it was all right.

He made his way towards her, standing a few feet in front of her before he started to play a melody to a song that-surprisingly-she hadn't heard before. Or, at least, she didn't recognize the song.

"You are on the top of my list of things to do/Oh wait, that's not what I meant to say/I'm sorry, please forgive me/There I go again, saying the wrong thing/You are the amazing, incredible, wonderful type/And I am just another boy in your eyes/Oh well, I guess I'll have to settle for something less/I wish I had what it takes to make her my own," He sang, strumming away at the guitar with that quirky yet confident smile taking over his face.

"You are on the top of your game when it comes to this/And I don't wanna lack the confidence but that's just who I am/I hope I find some way to tell you/That you are the prettiest girl in the universe/Oh wait, the universe isn't big enough for me to explain/The way your face could brighten up anybody's day/I wish I had what it takes to make her my own," He sang on, sneaking a few peaks up at her from beneath his lashes.

"She's a pretty, pretty girl if you ask me/And I really, really, really, really want her to be with me/I hope she knows who I am, if not I'll show her around/She's a pretty girl and I'm pretty in love with her/She's a pretty, pretty girl if you ask me/And I really, really, really, really want her to be with me/I hope she knows who I am, if not I'll show her around/She's a pretty girl and I'm pretty in love with her," he sang on, still not making eye contact with her but walking closer to her and taking a seat besides her as the song went on.

"I'm really feeling like I'm starting to pull myself together/So maybe I will be able to hold a normal conversation/I'm really feeling like I'm finally knowing what to say/In situations where you look at me and steal my breath away/She's a pretty, pretty girl if you ask meAnd I really, really, really, really want her to be with me/I hope she knows who I am, if not I'll show her around/She's a pretty girl and I'm pretty in love with her/She's a pretty, pretty girl if you ask me/And I really, really, really, really want her to be with me/I hope she knows who I am, if not I'll show her around/She's a pretty girl and I'm pretty in love with her/Yeah, I'm pretty in love with her/I'm so in love with her," As he strummed the last chord, he finally looked up at her, flashing her a nervous half grin.

"Noah," She whispered. "I want to be your girlfriend," She smiled.

"You know I meant all that, right?" He asked, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck nervously.

"What do you mean?" She bit down on her bottom lip.

"I'm pretty in love with you," he winked, leaning in and sneaking in another long, slow kiss-the toe curling, foot popping, firework worthy type of kiss that made everybody involved believe in true love.

Kurt Hummel: Where are you?

Kurt Humme: Rachel?

Kurt Hummel: Are you okay?

Kurt Hummel: Rachel!

Kurt Hummel: Answer me!

Kurt Hummel: I swear to god I'm about to send out a search party
Kurt Hummel: Why aren't you answering me?

Sam Evans: Rach?

Sam Evans: Are the rumors true?
Sam Evans: I'm dating Brittany

Sam Evans: Rachel, this isn't funny.

Sam Evans: I'm going to call your dads

Sam Evans: I'm not kidding

Sam Evans: If you aren't around for dinner, I'm going to call them.

Brittany Pierce: I'm sorry

Brittany Pierce: I didn't mean any of it.

Brittany Pierce: I shouldn't have said it.

Brittany Pierce: Please answer me.
Brittany Pierce: I can't stand you hating me.

Brittany Pierce: Are we still best friends?

Brittany Pierce: I'm really sorry, Rach!

Rachel stared down at her phone, shaking her head as she leaned against Puck, making their way back towards Rachel's dorm. The text messages were only the beginning-she had twenty two missed calls and five voicemails to listen to. Her friends had clearly been going out of their minds trying to figure out where she went and what she was doing.

Not that she could blame any of them. She had been completely AWOL. She was pretty sure the only time they had seen her was when she was in their shared classes, which were few and far between. Besides, she hadn't spoken to them, as she had shown up to class just as it was starting, after sharing a quick parting kiss with Puck, and had raced out the door as soon as the bell rang to meet up with him again.

She had always sworn she wouldn't be one of those girls who forgot about their friendships when they were in a relationship, but she had never had a relationship like the one she and Puck had before.

Where everything moved fast and seemed so comfortable all at once. One where she felt like she needed to be close with him in order to be happy.

And as much as she always told her friends everything about her life, she wasn't sure that she could bring herself to share her newfound happiness. She sort of enjoyed that, for just a little while, it was all about herself and Puck. It gave it a sort of magical feel.

With Jesse, she had wanted to incorporate him into all of her usual routines with her friends. She didn't care for the one on one time with him. She just liked having him around, and most of that came from never fully trusting him.

It was completely different with Puck. She wanted him all to herself when they were together. She wanted to enjoy every second she had with him with herself being the only thing that he was focused on. It was something she'd never felt before, but she never wanted to give that feeling up.