Author's Note: Hello again! First off I'D LIKE TO SAY I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS LONG. As soon as I got back to school I was swamped with a roller coaster physics project that literally took over my life. I was going to start after but I'm also swamped with recently joining my school's badminton team, volleyball, and other ridiculous crap. I'm going to try and update more frequently as soon as I get a normal schedule which will be soon! I'd also like to thank all of you for the follows and such :D I woke up Christmas morning at around 9:00 (which was only about 3 hours from when I went to bed) and opened my presents and then checked my phone and saw all of these reviews and honestly they made me smile harder than my actual gifts! I don't know how to react to gifts anyway… Side note: I have 69 followers on this story right now.. hehe.
I'd also like to specially thank Wagner710, RVFlorida, Demahe, Ggbdoo, Carcar234, SheemaSheem, gllove22, cookielove23, & falconsoftball19 for being the first ones to review my story! Thanks so much! I also remember getting a review that asked for Jealous Quinn but I couldn't find it, I'm not sure if I imagined it or not from lack of sleep but yes! Also for the Guest who asked why Rachel doesn't want solos, she's more laid back in this story I'm going to go more into detail about why… and thanks for the review :D This is so overwhelming, with every follow my heart soars, I don't want to disappoint you guys! Sorry if I emphasize too much on the game of volleyball, I have two main loves. The first one being the glee cast and the second being volleyball so having them together in one story is a bit overwhelming, tell me if you think I need to tone it down.
Libero is a defensive specialist and plays back row only. Peppering is a warm up involving two players and they alternate between a pass, a set, and a spike in that order. Yes, volleyball players do smack each other on the ass. Usually, it hurts like a bitch.
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee. Don't own the songs on here. Don't own shiet, just my few OC's.
They were in the middle of warming up when the Cheerios arrived, with Quinn Fabray and Coach Sylvester at the head of the pack. The JV team had just finished their game against Carmel, barely winning with a score of 15 to 13 in their third set.
"Oh great," Sam, her warm-up partner since freshman tryouts, groaned. "Weren't they supposed to arrive before we started warming up?"
Rachel shrugged, throwing the ball overhead at her partner to warm up her arms. Her eyes were currently set on Quinn Fabray while Coach Sylvester, Principal Figgins, and Coach Hastings, their volleyball coach, were bickering to her right. Coach Hastings called over Hannah, informing her that the cheerleaders weren't going to perform today, but instead they were going to cheer in the stands. She watched as Quinn sat down on the third level along with Brittany, Santana, and a few nameless cheerleaders. Hannah walked over to inform the rest of them only to be greeted with a few huffs of annoyance. Rachel thought it was a good idea; a roaring crowd only pumped her up even more.
"Pepper?" Rachel asked with a smirk, just as her favorite warm up song started to blast through the speakers. "Oh fuck, yes!" They always warmed up with music but none of the songs pumped her up as much as All I Do Is Win by DJ Khaled.
They started to pepper and managed to get a pretty great rally in the few minute they had, despite their arm waving and vulgar gestures. Sam was her favorite warm up partner because she just had a really great vibe and it helped Rachel get into the zone. Unbeknownst to Rachel, Quinn was watching her the whole entire time with a slight blush on her cheeks. The ref called over the coaches and captains for introductions and to figure out who was serving. One of the greatest things about Hannah as a captain was that she never lost the coin toss, so once again they were serving first.
They moved onto the court to start hitting and lucky for Rachel, she always got to get a couple hits before moving to the other side to pass. Hannah managed to set her just right and Rachel smacked the ball straight down even sexier than usual. Being libero didn't give her the opportunity to hit a lot but when she did, it was usually pretty god damn sexy. The varsity team had a pretty great set of hitters. She moved over to the other side to pass up the teams hits with Anna who played defense with her.
A little bit later they were all warmed up and the game was about to start. Coach Hastings called them over and listed out the warm up. It was the usual starting line-up, Gabrielle, Sarah, Hannah, Poppy, Serena, and Taylor with Rachel switching in for Serena. After saying their good lucks to the opposing team for formalities the team got into a huddle at the center for their signature warm up cheer. After, Rachel stood by the sideline waiting to switch in for Serena. She cast a glance over to Quinn and caught her staring right at her. She smirked, winking at her, only to have her roll her eyes and ignore her. She grinned at this, knowing that Quinn had kept her gaze on her when she switched in and joined the team that was on the court in a circle.
"When they were warming up I noticed that their star player is somewhat off her game, 8 and 11 have some pretty killer hits so watch out for that back row and the setter likes to trick and tip a lot," Hannah stated.
"I just really want to beat these bitches," Poppy groaned.
"Same here, they keep talking smack about how they beat us, and I think I heard them saying shit about Rachel." Wait what.
"Oh hell no, what the fuck did they say?" Hannah growled.
"It was their coach actually, saying that you were just a dwarf that they could surpass" Rachel was seething, completely forgetting about Quinn's remark.
"Whatever, let's kick some ass." The rest of her team agreed before separating to stand at their starting positions. Lucky for them, Rachel was even better when she was angry. The ref finally finished checking Carmel's rotation and Poppy was serving first. She didn't know how to jump serve but she had one hell of a serve and that was why she served first. The game was going pretty great for McKinley and the crowd was pretty crazy. Carmel couldn't even manage to get a proper kill with Rachel like this. She was on fire, diving and rolling for every ball that they tried to hit at them. The whole team was doing pretty fucking great if she said so herself. The cheerios were impressed, especially one Quinn Fabray. She couldn't believe how amazing Rachel was on the court. When she saw her jump serve her jaw literally dropped much to Rachel's amusement. The game ended rather quickly and ended in three rather than four or five. Nobody messed with Rachel and her height.
"You were amazing today Rachel," Coach Hastings said as soon as the game was done. "All of you were, that was one of the best games this season! Man, those kills were amazing, Sarah! There's not much left to say other than that but you guys are free to go when you're done taking down the nets"
Rachel, along with the rest of the team, was beaming. She got to beat Carmel and prove them wrong. She might even have impressed Quinn Fabray. After they finished saying good game to the other team she ran over to Quinn. "So whadya think?"
"Not going to lie, you were amazing out there."
"Why thank you Quinn, I believe that's the first nice thing you've said to me," she observed.
"That is so not true! I've said plenty of nice things to you," Quinn exclaimed.
"Like what?" she teased.
"Don't push it Berry." Rachel couldn't help but smile back; she was just so goddamn cute. Hannah called her over then for help in taking down the net.
"Your lady boner is raging, you're lucky I saved you before you started drooling." Rachel rolled her eyes, smacking her on the ass. "Ow," she whined, glaring at her.
"You know you love it."
"C'mon let's fold the net." Quinn was watching the interaction with keen interest; some could even say she was jealous. However, for Rachel, dating teammates was a no-go, girls from other teams... that was a different story. By the time the team was done cleaning up, Quinn was still waiting for her. She skipped over to her with a smile on her face.
"I see that you've waited for me, that is so sweet." Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I just wanted to ask you about Spanish homework," Rachel had a big shit-eating grin at this point. She knew for a fact that Quinn knew that there was no homework, she even watched her as she wrote it in her planner.
"Oh, really? What about it?"
"Uhm.. I was wondering if you could help me out with it," she muttered.
"THE Quinn Fabray is asking me for homework help?" Rachel gasped. "Just kidding, we didn't have any Spanish homework." Quinn's cheeks turned red as her eyes widened. Rachel smirked at this.
"Whatever," she growled, walking away.
"Aww baby don't be like that, c'mon gimme a sec and I'll walk you to your car."
"Actually, I'm getting a ride from Santana and Brittany, but from the looks of it, it seems like they already left," she groaned.
"Perfect, I'll take you!" she shoved her kneepads and shoes into her sports bag before sliding on a pair of sweats and taking her keys out of her bag and slinging it on her shoulder. "C'mon, I'm a safe driver," she said, noticing the unease on Quinn's face.
"I left my things in the locker room, and it's fine I'll just call my mom..."
"Nonsense, Quinn Fabray! Let's go!" She took her hand, ignoring the jolt she felt when they touched, and dragged her towards the locker room. As they entered, Rachel couldn't help but asking, "Don't you ever feel like you've entered a horror movie whenever you enter these locker rooms alone?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and walked towards her locker, letting go of Rachel's hand. Lucky for Rachel, Quinn started to strip out of her uniform, leaving her in a black sports bra and underwear. Rachel couldn't help but stare, she was literally perfect. Tonight was probably the best night of her life.
"It's impolite to stare, Berry," she said, pulling on a pair of shorts and a sweater. Rachel smirked as Quinn slid her sports bag onto her shoulder. They walked in silence towards Rachel's car.
"Okay, so which way do you live," Rachel asked as she turned on the ignition.
"I live over on Blossom Street," Quinn stated. Rachel nodded, driving out of the parking lot. The car was filled with silence for a few minutes before Rachel turned on the radio, noticing the time.
"So, it's getting pretty late, hopefully you'll have enough time to start on that Spanish homework," Rachel chuckled.
"Shut up," Quinn hissed. Rachel glanced over at her to see her arms crossed as she glared at the road ahead. It was pretty fucking adorable.
"Watch the road, Berry."
"You know I was just kidding," she laughed. Quinn said nothing. "Aww, I'm sorry Quinn!" Quinn smiled at this, knowing that Rachel would fall for her faking being mad.
"You're so gullible," Quinn laughed. Rachel felt butterflies fill her stomach as she laughed.
"You were faking?" Rachel turned onto her street and she pointed to a white house without any lights on. "Is anyone home?"
"Yeah, they're probably just sleeping, thanks for the ride Rachel."
"Anytime, Quinn," Rachel smiled as Quinn slid out of the passenger seat. She waited until she opened her front door before driving off.