AN: Hey another update so soon? Yes XD I'm gonna try and include more glee members but it's hard =~= so might not be that often other then Kurt, Mercedes, Quinn and Santana.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my OC Izy.
*Monday*
Izy's POV:
Yesterday was horrible. After I left Rachel's I noticed I had forgotten my mp3 player. Since I listen to music twenty-four seven as an escape I felt fidgety and anxious not being able to listen to my music. I decided to work on my motorcycle to get my mind of things. When my father came home that night he wasn't in a good mood, but luckily nothing happened since I secluded myself to my room. I let out a sigh as I put on my backpack and got on my motorcycle. ' At least I wont see her on the way to school. . . ' I thought to myself. In all honesty I felt horrible yelling at her the way I did, but did I have a choice? Luckily there wasn't many cars on the road. It seemed hard for me to focus on driving.
"Hey Isabella!" I heard someone yell as I took off my helmet. I relaxed slightly knowing the voice did not belong to one Rachel Berry. I turned to see Mercede's walking with Kurt and Tina.
"Hey?" I half responded half asked. ' Did she tell them? ' I thought suddenly feeling anxious. At least with Bongi I knew she wouldn't tell anyone. I didn't know Rachel well so I couldn't tell if she'd tell the others in an effort to "help me".
"What on earth is that?" Kurt asked as they walked up to me.
"It's a motorcycle. . ." I responded somewhat confused.
"Girl, you know how dangerous riding one of those things can be?" Mercedes asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes Rachel." I responded sarcastically. Kurt let out a laugh knowing how over protective Rachel was about everything.
"Ah hell to the no." Mercedes responded.
"How are your glee assignments going?" I asked as I entered the school not knowing what else to talk about. They all let out a groan besides Kurt.
"It's not easy working on an opposite song. I think I'm not gonna pass the test." Tina responded with a frown.
"Yeah, well it's easy for me. My opposite is country and I've done it before so. . . Shouldn't be too hard." Kurt shrugged.
"I'm sure you'll all do fine. Plus Mr. Schue doesn't expect you all to get it right. I wouldn't worry about it too much." I said giving them a reassuring look.
"Easy for you to say. You're not a performer. Mr. Schue expects us all to be perfect this year. He's placing all his hopes on us winning. We can't live up to his expectations." Mercedes responded. I tilted my head from side to side.
"Yes and no." I said getting some things out of my locker. "He should go a bit easier on you guys, but you have fun singing together. Isn't that what you should focus on? Not how well your doing, but just the fact that you're all having fun? This is senior year after all." They all shared a small concerned look. "What?" I asked confused.
"You have a point. It's our last year together. . . How are you dealing with it? I mean you transferred across country to a school where you know no one for your senior year." Tina asked concerned. I let out a small nervous laugh. I hated when focus in conversations shifted towards me.
"It's not really much of a difference for me honestly." I shrugged as I closed my locker.
"What do you mean? You don't miss any of your friends? Hanging out on the weekends. Parties and girl talk. None of it?" Mercedes asked. I bit my lip nervously as I felt a pang of hurt run through me. I didn't have any friends besides Bongi and she moved. As if on cue the bell rang and let out a small sigh of relief.
"I should get to class. See you all later." I waved as I started towards my classroom. As lunch came I walked out to the field and ate what little of a lunch I packed.
"You know you really look pathetic out here." Santana said walking by the field. "Like Quinn when she went through her crazy emo phase."
"I'm sorry?" I said already irritated. "Shouldn't you be with your better half." Santana sent me a small glare.
"Hold up, I thought you were the quiet shy type. B is with Quinn going over some new moves for the cheerios. I already know them and Sue told me to get the pom poms from out here."
"Guess you were wrong." I said getting up and starting to walk away.
"Tch. Guess I was. With how much time you were spending with smurfette I'm surprised she hasn't turned you into a crazy loud mouthed freak. Here I was thinking it was contagious." She mocked.
"You guys shouldn't put her down. Just because she's comfortable with who she is and you aren't." As soon as the words left my mouth I was shoved.
"What the fuck do you know?"
"Well. . ." I said looking at her. "I know you can't stand how sure of herself Rachel is. You tear her down because you could never have her self confidence. Sad thing is you can't even see how badly you guys effect her because she refuses to give you the satisfaction." Santana looked angry, but then she thought for a second and smirked.
"You like Manhands. You know it was obvious you liked girls, but FrankenBerry?" She laughed. "Wow. Would have never guessed short irritating and loud is your type." I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Half in embarrassment half in anger.
"Shut up! I don't like her." I said clenching my fists.
"Oh, you better watch yourself. I'm from Lima Hights Adjacent. Do you know what that means white girl? I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and I can beat you easier then you could beat an egg." I scoffed and shook my head. "What?" She asked maintaining her HBIC attitude.
"Forget it. You're just bitter. I'm not getting expelled because I got in a fight with your sorry ass." I said turning around.
"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you. What if I-"
"Go the fuck ahead." I said cutting her off. "See if I care." Really it would be difficult to deal with if she told Rachel I liked her. It was a small problem though compared to what I dealt with at home. All I wanted was my music to calm my nerves. I went to my next class early and pulled out my sketchbook to work on an art assignment trying to zone out everything else. After my last few classes I made sure to dodge glee members, Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury as I didn't want to talk to anyone. I quickly jumped on my motorcycle and went to turn it on.
"Izy wait!" I heard a voice yell. I cringed knowing that voice all too well. I let out an irritated sigh and crossed my arms as Rachel walked directly in front of my motorcycle. "What is it Berry?" I asked obviously not in a good mood.
"I. . . just. . . I wanted to apologize for my actions yesterday. Upon further thought I realized how wrong I was to push you as I did. You didn't push me when I was obviously upset over m-. . . Shelby. It was wrong for me to expect you to open up to me about your problems." She said while taking something out of her bag. "You left this at my house. I wanted to give it back. . ." I took my Ipod and tossed it in my bag.
"Is that it?" I asked. Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Izy. . . I was hoping you would accept my apology and we could return to our previous state of friendship. It seems as though something else is bothering you and hindering on your decision to properly think on my apology."
"Fine, I forgive you. Can I go now?" Rachel just gave me a dissatisfied look.
"You don't mean it."
"Rachel! What do you want? I said I forgive you. I have a job to get to so get out of my way." Rachel pouted angrily and walked behind me. I was about to try and start my motorcycle again when I felt her sit behind me. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked trying not to yell.
"I don't think you should be alone at the moment. Obviously you're angry about something and I am here if you want to talk about it. That and you have not really accepted my apology yet so I am not moving until you do." I let out a sigh. I knew she wouldn't move. I looked at my watch and knew there was no way I could deal with her and not be late for work.
"Here." I said handing her my helmet. She looked at it confused. "I need to go to work. If your not moving you should wear a helmet. Safety first right?" I smirked. There would be no way Rachel Berry would ride on a motorcycle. They were death traps.
"Y-you wouldn't. . ."
"Fine if you don't want it then-" She quickly took it and put it on. ' You're really gonna be that stubborn. . . ' I thought unamused. I shrugged deciding she would most likely talk with Kurt while I worked. I had my music now anyway so I could tune her out. Then after work I could leave. . . then start this all over tomorrow. I started my motorcycle and felt Rachel wrap her arms around my stomach in a death grip. Despite my mood I still found her actions to be adorable. I slowly made my way out of the parking lot and onto the road. When we reached the auto shop by Kurt's house I tried to get up only to notice Rachel's death grip still in place. "Rach. . . We aren't moving anymore. You can let go." I said trying not to laugh. She slowly let go and took off the helmet.
". . . You called me Rach again." She said with a slight smile. I tried to listen to her but was slightly distracted by her bad helmet hair.
"Yeah. . . Guess your horrid helmet head makes up for everything." I laughed. "Just. . . Don't worry about it." I said walking into the auto-shop. She smiled knowing I was sincere this time.
"Hey Rachel, want a lift?" Kurt asked as him and Mercedes drove by. She sent me a worried look and I gave a slight nod saying I was fine.
"Sure, maybe I can help you two with your songs that you've chosen for this weeks Glee assignment." She said getting in Kurt's car. They rolled their eyes and drove off. I shook my head. ' Why can't I stay mad at her? ' I pulled out my headphones and started listening to music as I got to work.
Quinn's POV:
Cheerio practice was brutal. We had to work extra practice on Brittany's new routine and we were all beat. B, S and I decided to head back to my place to relax. I threw my backpack on the ground and plopped onto the couch. "You think coach could let up. We're practicing our butts off in both Glee and the cheerio's. We're not machines. We need a break." I complained. I was always good at multitasking, but lately it was ridiculous. On top of that I had visitations with Beth, worrying about Rachel and now Isabella. ' The more I think about it. . . I wonder if her father has hit her. . . like mine did. ' Not many people new my father was abusive to my mother and I. He wouldn't dream of hitting my older sister. Before he and my mother separated he hit me once or twice. My mother took the worst of it since she tried to defend me. I didn't know much about that until we got to know each other better after she kicked him out. First I thought maybe I should ask Santana to talk to her, but if she is dealing with abuse as well Santana wouldn't be able to help until after Isabella get's out of the situation.
"Whatever, at least we don't have to deal with her psychotic rants on how we need to destroy the glee club now." Santana shrugged as Brittany played with her hair. "Oh my God. You will not believe what I found out today about that new girl." I stiffened. While Santana had been working on being less aggressive now that she was out she still enjoyed torturing others.
"Santana. . . please leave her alone. She's going through. . . a lot. She needs our support not you and the rest of the cheerios torturing her." I responded. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Believe me I think she can take care of herself. She didn't even flinch when I yelled at her. What kind of stuff is she going through?" She asked a slight hint of concern in her voice. She tried to mask it by sounding bored, but I knew her too well.
"Like what you went through before and during your first year as a cheerio. . ." Santana's expression grew more serious and Brittany frowned.
"How do you know?"
"Rachel." I sighed. "She saw the scars and freaked. Isabella yelled at her to stop asking questions and I'm not sure if they've made up yet. I told Rachel to give her some space though." Santana nodded slowly. "Sorry, what were you gonna say."
"I was just gonna say. . . I found out she's an emo bitch." She said slowly. I sighed.
"Santana what did you-"
"Oh please. I didn't do anything. Don't worry, I promise I wont be a bitch. . . well I'll try to be less of a bitch to her."
"You should talk to her." Brittany cut in.
"B I'm not sure that's the best idea. We don't know why she. . . does what she does. So I'm not sure S could help."
I responded.
"But Santana knows what it's like to be really depressed and not trust anyone. . . so it's still kind of the same. Right?" She asked a bit confused. B never understood why S cut. She just knew that S was really depressed and didn't want to open up.
"B has a point. At least I'll. . . Apologize." She cringed as she said that word. "Then if opportunity comes I'll try and talk to her about other things that might help." Santana said. Brittany smiled and hugged her. B hated when Santana put others down and liked when she tried being nice to people.
"Thanks S." I said with a small smile.
"Whatever. Let's just keep this between us. I don't want any of the other cheerio's thinking I've gone soft." I laughed and nodded. ' At least Santana will try and get through to her if she can. . . there's no easy way to go about asking that kind of thing so. . . I'll have to ask her bluntly and straight forward. ' I knew that even if I asked her she would probably deny it. Just like I denied it when I had a bruise by my eye. I had to wait until she would be willing to admit it. Hopefully it would be soon.
Rachel's POV:
Kurt laughed hard as we all made our way downstairs to his and Finn's room. "I can't believe you actually rode on a motorcycle. I thought you hated them. I do have to admit though, it suits Isabella."
"Well she offered to drive me to the auto-shop so I wouldn't have to walk all the way home." I lied. I hated lying, but I didn't know how to explain why I was pestering Izy without telling them why she was mad.
"You two have been spending a lot of time together haven't you?" Mercedes asked looking through one of Kurt's magazines. I nodded.
"We've been talking a lot about glee. She actually is helping me with my song for this week. You'd be surprised how much she knows about music."
"Helping you with a glee assignment?" Kurt asked slightly shocked. "Apparently my song choice verged on predictable. I did not fully realize what Mr. Schue had meant and she helped me pick out the song and she's helping me with the dance moves." I said looking down. "I didn't realize how much harder hip hop is then my usual type of dance." Kurt nodded.
"Girl has some moves that's for sure. She's as good as Brit and Mike."
"You ask her why she doesn't want to join glee as a member? I'm sure her voice can't be any worse then Mike or Sugar's. She'd have more fun then she is now helping Mr. Schue and listening to his rants on why we should do some hit 80's band songs for regionals." Mercedes asked. I sighed. "She doesn't feel comfortable with it." I shrugged.
"Believe me. I tried my best and she just does not want to join as a real member. Then again. . . Maybe that's because we haven't done our best to help her. I mean none of us hang out with her at lunch. We don't invite her when we go out on weekends. Well I do, but that's just to practice on Glee assignments."
"It's not that we don't like her Rachel. . . she's just not that approachable. She doesn't seem to want to hang out with us. Though. . ." Mercedes thought on something.
"What?" I asked.
"She just transferred across country and it doesn't seem to even phase her that she left friends behind. It's her senior year and she acts like it doesn't really matter where she spends it." Mercedes responded. I looked down.
"I think. . . Like me she didn't have many friends. The one friend she did have moved her junior year to go to college so. . . maybe she's not effected by it because she didn't have any friends." I thought out loud.
"Oh. . ." Mercedes said quietly.
"It would explain why she's so comfortable and never seems to know what to say around us. It's like she's being overly cautious of what she says." Kurt added. I nodded. "Then we'll just try harder." He smiled. "Now what song exactly did you two pick out for this weeks assignment?"
"Not revealing it Kurt." I smirked. "It shall be a surprise. . . Hopefully a good one. . ." I trailed off. "It's this Thursday and I still don't have the dance down!" I yelled getting up. I was always one to be more then prepared. Prepared at least a week ahead of time. "I'm sorry, but I should get home and practice. I need all the practice I can get before Thursday. I'll see you two tomorrow!" I said waving goodbye. Mercedes and Kurt grimaced as they waved knowing they needed practice as well. On my way home I sent a quick text to Izy.
-Hey Izy, I know last training session didn't exactly turn out entirely well, but I need your help. Think you could help me practice tomorrow and Wednesday? I would greatly appreciate it! My future in glee depends on it. - Rachel. I set my bag down in the living room when I got home and made my way downstairs to the mini-studio. My phone buzzed and I quickly opened it to read the text.
-Haha, no need for such dramatics Rach XD I'll help. Trust me you'll do fine. I'm just worried about your outfit choice. You don't plan on wearing your usual clothes for the song do you?- Izy. In all honesty I hadn't thought of an outfit choice, but after watching the music video knew I had nothing in my closet to match the song.
-No. . . But I do not have an outfit for the performance. You will have to help me buy one out Wednesday. Don't worry, my dad's gave me a credit card a few years ago to spend money on what I deem necessary.- Rachel.
-This hardly qualifies as necessary Rach. It's just a glee assignment.- Izy. I glared at the text.
-JUST A GLEE ASSIGNMENT? Glee is my preparation for my future in music and performance. It IS necessary.- Rachel. I could imagine Izy laughing at my passion for glee and rolling her eyes.
-Fine fine. I'll help you shop for an outfit. Just be ready for practice tomorrow. We'll worry about the outfit Wednesday.- Izy. I closed my phone and turned on the music then practiced my performance. After about an hour of practice I made dinner then finished the nightly homework. As I got in bed for the night it worried me slightly that Izy's attitude towards me had changed so quickly. I would have questioned her sincerity, but the look she had when we reached the auto-shop was real. She forgave me, but something was bothering her. ' Your over thinking it. ' I reassured myself. I closed my eyes and let myself drift asleep.
*Tuesday*
Rachel's POV:
The day went by quickly. I was curious to see the glee members perform their "opposite" songs. Half of the glee club performed and by the look on Mr. Schue's face most did not go well. I bit my lip feeling anxious. A feeling that professional performers were never supposed to have. Izy picked up on it immediately when she came over after work. Practice went surprisingly well though. I didn't have many problems and the ones I did have Izy easily corrected and showed me how to do. After practice she stayed for dinner with my dads and I since they got home early from work. Izy seemed to grow more comfortable with them. After she left I did my nightly routine and headed for bed deciding rest was best.