Saved By The Music
Glee Au Fan Fiction
Chapter 5: Make-Over

"Puckerman gave us strict orders when we decided to give you a makeover." Santana said as the girls climbed into Santan's red Volkswagen convertible.

Brittany crawled into the backseat which left Rachel to sit besides Santana in the passengers seat. "And, as much as I hate to go through with it now that we have to keep the knee socks and the plaid skirts, I cannot allow my newest best friend to wear animal sweaters at sixteen," She rolled her eyes.

"Don't you two have Cheerio's practice?" Rachel asked, choosing to ignore Santana's comments about her appearance, wardrobe, and Puck's opinions on the makeover in general. That would take too much brain capacity and she'd already near-fried her brain trying to figure out what was going on with her newfound friendship.

"Coach Sue cancelled. She has to talk to Quinn about something. Hopefully, it's about kicking her sorry blonde ass off the team so that I can be the captain, like I deserve. God, Quinn is such a little prima donna. I mean, you might be annoying as fuck, but that's you being a diva, and at least you have the talent to back it up. I'm better than Quinn-Sue just loves her because she's blonde and everything she wanted to be back when she was in high school. God, I hate her so much," Santana muttered, starting the car and clenching her steering wheel tightly as she drove from the school and towards the mall.

"I thought you guys were all friends?" Rachel frowned.

"Quinn only liked us because she needed somebody by her side if she was going to truly rule the school. She never really liked us and we never really cared for her," Brittany said, poking her head forward. "But we like you-you're nice," She said sweetly.

"Aside from Brittany-you've also got spunk and that means that you're a bitch, deep down. That's a good thing, because you're gonna need that when you're dating Puckerman. You need a backbone to last with that guy. Although, you've already got him wrapped around your pretty little finger," Santana shrugged, shooting her a look that Rachel had never seen on her face before-it was the type of look that Rachel usually flashed at Mike. A teasing grin with a playful sparkle to her eyes.

"Are we seriously friends? This isn't because Brittany has a thing for Michael? Or because you're mad that Noah is interested in me when he was just dating you a few days ago?" Rachel asked warily.

"Oh, for the love of-if you ask if we're really your friends one more time, I'm literally kicking you out of the car without stopping it. You're my new best friend and you're the newest member of the Unholy Trinity, replacing Quinn fucking Fab-Britt, can you answer that?" Santana called over her shoulder as her cell phone began to blare some rhythm and blues song that Rachel couldn't place at the moment.

It was old, and not the type of song that Rachel could picture Santana Lopez listening to. But, to be fair, she had never pictured Santana Lopez to be the type of person who would want to befriend her merely because she was the newest interest in Puck's love life. And she had definitely never thought that Santana would offer to give her a makeover in order to make her popular, so that it was believable they were friends and Rachel was with Puck. So maybe having a song that Rachel was pretty sure had been The Bitch Is Back as her ringtone wasn't all that unlikely for somebody like Santana.

"It's Quinn," Santana informed Rachel, lowering her voice to a stage whisper, which for her, was probably an actual whisper. "Britt and I have that as her personal ringtone, because it's what she is, after all," She winked at her friend.

As Brittany spoke with Quinn, Rachel relaxed in her seat, deciding that she might as well just go with whatever it was that was happening. Mike seemed aware of what was going on, after all, and that meant she had to be safe. They wouldn't dare mess with Mike and think that he would allow them to hurt Rachel.

She glanced back at the blonde who was sprawled out across the backseat, freshly changed out of her Cheerio's uniform-Santana had informed Rachel that they rarely wore the uniform outside of school because they didn't want to be treated like cheer-lebrities by everyone they ran into.

Brittany had her long, pale legs bare, except for the few inches that were covered by a pair of turquoise and white denim cut-off shorts that she'd paired with a cropped, lace-styled turquoise tank top. A pair of matching vans covered her feet while her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, a matching blueish-green bow sticking up from the top of her head. She had her turquoise and black backpack on the floor of the car, open so that her matching make-up bags could be seen as she searched through her sea colored purse, tossing her wallets out and pulling out her phone, covered in its black case.

Her belly button was revealed, showing off her mustache belly ring that matched her cross-over mustache ring. On one wrist was a mess of sports-balance bracelets and on the other was a vine-styled cuff bracelet. Her sunglasses covered her blue eyes and rose earrings were in her ears.

Santana, sitting in the next seat over, was wearing a boxy-fit, black tank top that read BITCH across her chest with tiny, red-denim shorts. She had on red wedges to show off her pedicure and her red leather bag was open, her matching wallet and her black and red make-up case tossed around, along with her red and gold sunglasses case, after Brittany had pulled out her black covered phone case that read "Inhale the goodshit-exhale the bullshit". It almost matched Brittany's own "Bands won't make her dance" case.

Her hair was pulled away from her pretty face with a thick-banded, red bow head wrap-headband. Red sunglasses covered her face. A red and black BITCH necklace hung from her neck. Around her wrist was a black BITCH bracelet to match and her red devil heart belly ring was covered by her shirt.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get a make-over from them.

"What'd Quinn have to say?" Santana asked as Brittany dropped her phone back into her bag.

"Sue kicked her off the Cheerio's. Tomorrow, she's having tryouts to replace her. But, you'll never guess why Sue kicked her off of the team!" Brittany said, a devious smile forming on her face.

Rachel had always thought that Brittany was rather dumb, but after spending so much time in a care with her, she had come to the conclusion that Brittany was just a perky, optimistic person who would prefer happiness over the sadness in life. And honestly, Rachel couldn't blame her for doing so.

"What? Did our precious celibacy club leader get knocked up?" Santana asked sarcastically.

"Actually, she did," Brittany deadpanned.

"No way did Finn Hudson impregnate Quinn Fabray! That guy is the biggest virgin in the entire school, and that's coming from me," Rachel crackled.

"You know what that means, right?" Santana asked wickedly.

"She cheated on Finn!"

"And he's gonna dump her sorry ass," Brittany smirked.

"Blondie might as well kiss her popularity goodbye," Santana smirked.

"We need to talk," Quinn Fabray said as soon as Puck had walked off of the football field, telling the coach he felt sick as soon as he'd spotted the blonde haired girl.

"What about?" He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at the blonde.

In her short dress with the blue and pink floral print skirt and the fitted white, crochet top that was stretched across her chest, a brown braided belt broadcasting her short waist while the neckline showed off her cleavage, she was any guy's fantasy.

Add that to her legs looking better than usual outside of her cheerleading sneakers and in a pair of brown, high heeled ankle boots, a designer bag on the crook of her arm, and her blonde hair falling loose around her face, pulled back by just a blue bow into a half-down half-up style, along with her medley of cross-related jewelry and her glittering purity ring on her finger? Yeah, most guys would be drooling at the sight of her there in front of him.

But Noah Puckerman had been there and he'd done that. He'd been drunk, a foolish mistake and he'd never go back there again. Besides that, she was his best friend's girl, and he had much better prospects, rather than Quinn Fabray.

Her appearance had not been the reason he had skipped out on practice to see her. Instead, it had been the fact that she wasn't in her Cheerio's uniform, which was something that never happened with her.

"You and I had sex at that party," Quinn stated.

"Then you should probably take off that ring, because it implies otherwise," He suggested with a playful smirk, not really sure what it was that she was going to be getting at.

"Could you be serious for a minute or two?" She asked him harshly.

"Yeah, fine-what's the problem?" He asked with a sigh, running a hand through his mohawk.

This was something serious. He barely ever spoke to Quinn, and on the rare occasion when he and she did have a conversation, they traded careless insults back and forth while they acted like they couldn't stand one another. They were never serious with one another, no matter what it was that they did.

"I'm pregnant."

"Finn and you never had sex."

"No shit! It's yours," She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked up at him as if he were the dumbest person she had ever spoken to in her entire life.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm not terminating the pregnancy, if that's what you're asking. I'm not keeping it either. I'm giving it away. If you're referring to Finn-well, he's going to know it isn't his. He isn't an idiot, no matter how stupid he might be. We might as well come out and tell the truth, because it's going to get around. Sue already heard. She kicked me off the Cheerio's," She said.

Puck knew that she was trying to appear strong.

And that was why he reached out and wrapped her in a hug.

"I'm here for you. I'll help you out," He whispered.

"My parents are going to kill me," She whispered back, and that was when he heard the pain in her voice, as she broke down into tears, leaning against him for support as she cried into his chest.

"Whatever you need-I'm taking care of it, okay? You didn't get into this mess on your own," He sighed.

He was trying to appear strong, too, because he knew that he was screwed.

Mike was going to kill him when he found out what had happened. And then Finn was going to bring him back from the dead and kill him once more. Santana was going to go all crazy Latina meets Lima Heights on his ass while Brittany would stare at him with those big, innocent eyes. But the worst part would be Rachel, who would just shake her head and walk away from him, giving up on him before he'd ever really had a chance to win her over.

Everything that had been off to such a great start was now shattering around him. He had tried so hard, and he had ruined it with one drunken mistake at a party with his best friend's girl.

Like usual-like everybody had always predicted-Noah Puckerman had screwed up his entire life. He was officially a Lima Loser, and the worst part was? Even worse than dragging Quinn down with him? He was breaking Rachel's confidence, because he had finally gotten her to believe that he did care about her. She would think that it had all been a lie-a game-now that she was going to know the truth.

"Woah, Berry. Somebody looks hot," Santana gasped as Rachel came walking out of the fitting room.

"I told you we were going to make her look better than anybody else at school," Brittany smirked.

Rachel smiled to herself, wearing a solid black pleated, spandex mini skirt with a tribal print, pastel colored crop top tank top. A pair of black, over the knee socks covered her legs with teal, high heeled Mary Janes were on her feet. She held a vintage Chanel purse over her shoulder with a Coach wallet inside. Black sunglasses were holding her hair back. A dangling, pink angel-wing gemstone belly button ring hung over her flat, toned stomach.

"Perfect-I went and paid for everything, already so we're good to go. But, you're carrying your own bags," Santana stuck her tongue out, nodding towards the two shopping bags from Charlotte Rousse that Rachel now had to add to her two Forever 21 bags, her Juicy Couture bag, her two Wet Seal bags and her three Victoria's Secret bags.

Of course, Santana had her own supply of bags-two from Pac Sun, three from Forever 21, one from Juicy and four from Victoria's Secret. Brittany had three from Victoria's Secret as well, one from Vanity, one from Forever 21, one from Juicy, one from Charlotte, two from Wet Seal and one from Pac Sun.

They'd been shopping for hours and had yet to take a break, deciding that they needed to make sure they got everything done before they were too tired to move anymore.

"Alright," Rachel sighed, acting as though she were bothered by having to carry her own stuff. "Let's go grab something to eat, okay?" She suggested.

"Perfect-we need to get people to carry our bags. Ugh, I wish I had a boyfriend." Santana complained as they made their way from the store, towards the food court.

"I couldn't agree more," Brittany whined. "Rachel, why didn't you force Puck and Mike to come? They'd do anything for you," she pointed out, readjusting her hold on the bags as she walked.

"Noah's isn't my boyfriend just-"

"Holy shit! We need those," Brittany declared as the girls walked by a jewelry store.

"Brit, my arms are going to fall off if I add any more weight to them." Santana sighed, signaling that they weren't stopping. She never said no to Brittany, after all.

"We can just wear them," Brittany insisted.

"Brittany, let's just go get something to eat and-"

"You guys go. I'm gonna get these necklaces. I'll meet you there. Get me a smoothie, San?" She asked.

"It's your own funeral," Santana sighed, shrugging at Rachel as much as she could under the weight of her bags as she started towards the food court again, Rachel flashing Brittany a concerned look before she hurried after her friend.

"Mike? I did a really stupid thing," Puck sighed as his sort-of-friend answered the phone.

"Dude, did you hook up with a Cheerio already? I finally got Rachel to consider giving you a chance. You can't do shit like that!" Mike scolded him, shaking his head in disdain.

"No-it's worth than that...I..um, remember that part after the first game? The one where Finn went straight home because he was depressed about losing the game? It was a really bad loss, and Quinn was complaining to everybody that she felt fat? You went home early because you had plans with Rachel the next day?" Puck asked.

"The one at Azimio's place? Yeah, I remember that. You left the same time as me, because you were worried about guy's taking advantage of Quinn because Santana and Brittany got her completely wasted, didn't you? Wait a second...you left with Quinn...dude, please tell me that you took her home and then you went to your own house where you went to sleep alone for a change," Mike asked, tilting his head back and clenching his eyes shut.

"I took Quinn to my house-but it wasn't because I wanted to hook up with her or anything. I had her come over because I knew how her parents would react to how wasted she was-you know how they get when she's anything less than picture perfect. I didn't want them to kill her or something. But, then she was complaining about how she felt fat and I was drunk and I was telling her she wasn't and one thing led to another and...we hooked up," Puck said, his voice becoming a low whisper at the end of his speech, cutting him off before he made himself seem like an even bigger idiot.

"Well, I mean, that's stupid of you, because she's Finn's girl and all, but it was before Rachel. She can't really get mad at you because she knows about your past. I mean, she does have this weird need to try and compete with Quinn, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't have a right to get mad, and it's not like she needs to know that you guys hooked up. You were both drunk, right? You said that it didn't mean anything, so whatever. It's pretty much like all your other hookups where you don't even remember the girl's name anymore. As long as it's over, she'll be fine," Mike explained.

"Mike, you don't get it...there's more to it than that. Quinn and I hooked up and it was just a one time thing and all, but...Mike, she's pregnant, and the baby isn't Finn's. He doesn't even know we hooked up, that's why she's still wearing the ring. But, dude...I messed up, big time-not just with Rachel, but with my entire life. I knocked up my best friend's girl and ruined her life and my own, and I messed up things with Rachel," He sighed.

"Rachel's going to be devastated. You don't get how hard she's had it, do you? Did you think this was all some sort of a game? Where you could play with her feelings and then move on when you were done with her? Puck, this is low, even for you. You need to tell Rachel and then leave her alone." Mike said, no emotion to his voice.

He couldn't believe that he had actually believed that Puck cared about Rachel and wanted to be with her. How had he been so stupid? Now he had gotten Rachel into a situation that was going to lead to heartbreak.

He hated himself for what he had done.

"Here," Brittany said, holding her hands out to reveal two necklaces, each a piece of a heart that, when put together, would read BEST BITCHES. She already had her own chain around her neck, the right side of the heart.

"I love these," Santana snickered, grabbing the left side and immediately placing it around her neck.

"These are perfect," Rachel laughed, grabbing the last remaining piece-the middle section-and wrapping it around her neck, doing the clasp effortlessly before handing Brittany her strawberry-banana smoothie before turning back to her own blueberry-pomegranate one, taking a long sip of the purple-colored blend.

"Any word on who knocked up Quinn, yet?" Brittany asked, sliding into a seat besides Rachel. "Because if Sue knows, it's got to be out to the rest of the school," she replied.

"Nobody even knows that she's pregnant yet. I was checking out Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Nothing's up yet. We all know that even with her little mistake, Sue's not going to turn her back on Quinn completely. I think that she might be afraid of Quinn's parents. I know that I'm afraid of them," Santana shrugged.

"I feel bad for her, in a way. Well, she's a bitch, so I don't, but I mean-it's gonna suck that everything she's worked for is gone now, and she doesn't have a single friend to help her," Rachel shrugged.

"She cheated on her boyfriend and she didn't use protection. Therefore, she deserves whatever she gets," Santana shrugged, taking another sip of her chocolate milkshake. "I don't feel bad for anybody who asks for what they get," She explained.

"I still-hold up, Noah's calling me," Rachel said, fishing her phone from her purse and walking away from the table. "Hello?" She asked.

"Rach? Listen...I need to tell you something, and if you never want to talk to me again, that's fine and I'll understand, but I just wanted you to hear it from me," He said frantically.

"Noah, calm down. I'm sure that whatever it is that you did isn't that bad," She giggled.

"Quinn's pregnant."

"I know...what does that have to do with you?" She asked, her laughter coming to a halt as she leaned against a wall.

"I'm the father."

And with that, she hung up and raced back over to the table where Santana and Brittany sat, unclasping her necklace as she moved. She reached the table and dropped it down with a clank, grabbing her bags in a rush.

"What's going on? Puck make a booty call?" Santana teased.

"Why'd you take the necklace off? Don't you want everybody to know we're friends?" Brittany pouted.

"You guys don't have to be my friends anymore. Noah and I aren't going to be anything, ever. He's the father of Quinn's baby and I was foolish to think that he might actually care about me." Rachel replied.

"Because he made a mistake, we aren't friends anymore?" Santana raised her eyebrows.

"We like you-not the fact that you're with Puck," Brittany said.

"Sit your ass down and tell me why it bothers you so much that a guy you aren't dating is having a baby with some other girl," Santana snapped.

Rachel sighed, dropping her bags and falling into her seat, accepting her necklace from Brittany's hands.

"I know it's stupid, but I actually did like him. I just needed him to prove that he could settle down for me. We'd talked about it and he knew how I felt on the matter. With this...it's just like-he's having a baby with another girl, and that means he needs to be there for Quinn. I can't interfere with that and it means we can't happen. Besides, I'll never be as special to him as Quinn is, with that baby in her stomach," Rachel shrugged.

"Yeah, well, Puck's a dick. Quinn's a slut. You're sexy and tomorrow, you are going to walk into school wearing your hot new clothes and then you will go and try out for the Cheerio's. You will make the team and take Quinn's spot in the social structure of this school with Britt and I at your side. Mike's going to be there every step of the way and Puck is going to see what he's missing. He's going to regret what he did and he's going to come groveling on his knees for your forgiveness. And Quinn is going to be green with envy about how popular you become and how sexy you are," Santana instructed.

"I wonder how Finn's dealing with the fact that his best friend knocked up his girlfriend?" Brittany frowned, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm sure he'll be needing a shoulder to cry on, the same as Rachel," Santana said wickedly. "And everybody knows that a shoulder to cry on can easily become a dick to ride on," She winked at Rachel.

"I'm not into Finn," Rachel protested, shaking her head.

"Who said anything about being into him? You're going to fuck him and then dump him. It means nothing. After all, the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else," Santana shrugged innocently.

"You're horrible," Rachel gasped.

"But I've never suffered from a broken heart," Santana said, raising her arms into the air and waving them around as if in celebration.

"Rae, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and you know that. But, being with somebody else is going to show Puck that you don't need him to have a relationship and it'll show that you won't be waiting around for him. And if it's Finn, it's really going to kick him where it hurts," Brittany said sweetly.

Puck sighed, sitting there alone in his bedroom, pissed at himself for being such an idiot.

He never should have gotten together with Quinn in the first place. He never should have been with any of the girls that he had been with. But he definitely shouldn't have been with Quinn.

Not only was she his best friend's girl, but she was always trying to make him feel like shit. Besides, neither had been able to know what was really going on. And she was the only girl that had never meant anything to him. He didn't like her, he wasn't attracted to her, and he hadn't wanted to sleep with her.

But he had, and now he had to deal with the horrible aftermath of what he had done. He had slept with his best friend's girlfriend and he had gotten her pregnant. He had ruined his chances with the only girl he really wanted to be with, just as she was starting to give him a chance. He was worse than his father had ever been, and now he had to pay for what he had done. He was the only one who had to deal with what he had done, because he was the only one who had to deal with it.

Sure, Quinn had to deal with it, but she had to deal with it in her own way, until the doctor's appointments started. She still needed to tell Finn. They had agreed not to make it a big deal and involve one another in each other's lives until the doctor's bills started coming. Until Quinn had to tell her parents. Until the rest of the school knew for a fact that she was pregnant and Finn wasn't the father. Of course, as soon as Finn knew the truth and Puck got the shit beat out of him, the entire school would know. But, for that night, they were stuck dealing with their pain alone.

Puck had never felt more ashamed of something he had done in his life.

All he wanted was to go back in time and change what had happened.

He wished he'd never even gone to that party. He never should have offered Quinn a ride home. He should have allowed her to be freaked at by her parents. He shouldn't have allowed her into his bedroom. He just shouldn't have slept with her.

He should have been smarter.

But he hadn't been, he hadn't done the right thing, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

Mike felt like an idiot.

He had allowed his best friend to be with a guy who wasn't any good for her-he had allowed her to even consider it, even if she hadn't completely gone through with it yet.

And it had ended up with everything blowing up in his face. He was stuck with a best friend who was going to be heartbroken in no time and an urge to beat in the face of the best football player on the team. There was no way for anybody to win with what Puck had done. He messed things up for everybody involved.

It was foolish of Mike to believe that Puck could ever love anybody or care about anybody. All Puck cared about was fulfilling his needs and he had probably only wanted Rachel because no other guy had gotten her before, so he figured it would make himself out to be some sort of hero. And Mike had played right into his plan by believing all of his lies about his feelings.

Of course, that wasn't fair either.

Maybe Puck really did care about Rachel, but it didn't change the facts.

He had helped Quinn cheat on Finn and now Quinn was pregnant with Puck's kid.

That meant that Puck could never offer Rachel all of his love, because he would be stuck dealing with Quinn Fabray and their child together. Rachel would come second fiddle to Quinn until the baby was born, and even afterwards, whether they kept the baby or not, Puck would always have a soft spot for the blonde who mothered his first child. So, Puck could never be with Rachel. Mike wouldn't allow it.