"You were-" a splash of red ice smacked Quinn in the face. The ice dripped down her face, onto her shoulders and down her Cheerio top.
Quinn's eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open. And then she felt it, her eyes were stinging and she was freezing. She couldn't believe this. She, Quinn fucking Fabray, a fucking Cheerio, just got fucking slushied.
"You do look good in red, Fabray," said Trenton, a boy from the football team, he threw the empty cup into the bin and laughed before high-fiving his friend.
"What the hell?" Rachel yelled and shoved Trenton as he kept laughing.
"Nose here got some claws,"
"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Charlie dropped her bag and told Mackenzie to get Quinn to the bathroom, "You better apologize, to Rachel, and my sister, buddy" she spat.
Charlie walked over and stood next to Rachel. A crowd was already starting to form around them. Charlie watched as Mackenzie helped Quinn into the girl's bathroom. She turned to Rachel and asked if she wanted to help Quinn as well.
"I'll take care of this," she whispered.
"You don't have to, Charlie," Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "just walk away,"
"You think you're tough huh, Fabray?" he laughed, shaking his head, "you're a loser wannabe, alright, Flamingo?" he laughed some more, patting his friend on the shoulder.
Charlie clenched her fists and smiled at the boy, "keep talking, please,"
"Charlotte," Rachel's voice was ringing in her ears but she didn't care,
"Nobody, fucking, wants you, you fucking, lesbo," he smirked.
Charlie's fist crashed into his jaw, his cry of pain was cut off as she kneed him in the balls. Trenton was on his knees, covering his mouth, which was bleeding terribly, as Charlie's fist flew downwards, smashing it against his nose. He was on the floor, groaning in pain. Splatters of blood painted the floor.
"Mess with me, Rachel or my sister again, and I'll gauge your fucking eyes out, Trent,"
"What's going on here?" Ms. Pillsbury, the school's guidance counselor, pushed through the crowd to see Trenton on the ground and Charlie standing next to him.
"Trenton and Charlotte, to the principal's office, now," the red-head walked over to the injured student.
"Ms. Pillsbury, let me explain, I-,"
"Now, Charlotte," Emma helped Trenton up and walked the two students to Mr. Figgins' office.
Rachel watched Charlie drag her bag on the floor as she walked with Ms. Pillsbury. The brunette frowned and bit her lip. Charlie defended her and beat up a guy for her, well, she defended Quinn too, but Rachel didn't know whether to feel scared or attracted to the pink-haired Fabray. Charlie sighed, hoping Rachel wouldn't think she was a psychopath for beating up a guy who was twice her size. She slapped her forehead, cursing at herself while she stepped into the principal's office.
"Quinn, oh my God, are you okay?"
Quinn wiped her face with a towel before looking up at the brunette. Quinn smiled softly and nodded. The blonde was somehow satisfied that Rachel was worried about her. Maybe she should start paying people to slushie her to get Rachel's attention. She shook her head a little and looked back at Rachel.
"I'm fine, Rachel, I heard about what Trenton said to you, I'm sorry I didn't do anything, I-"
"Please, don't apologize for that, it's okay. Actually, I'm, sorry, for not remembering last night,"
"Rachel," the blonde took Rachel's hand and smiled, "I'm fine now, really,"
Rachel let out a sigh and smiled a little. She nodded, "so, do kids in this school do this to each other all the time? Throw drinks at each other?"
"McKinley tradition. It's like a 'hello' to losers," Quinn let go of Rachel's hand and stood up.
"But, you're at the top of the social ladder," the shorter brunette laughed.
Quinn chuckled and zipped up her clean Cheerio top.
It was lunchtime and Rachel could feel the people in the cafeteria stare at her as she walked over to the table. She dropped her tray onto the table angrily and sat down next to Brittany.
"Hey grumpy Gus, I heard Quinn got slushied then you helped Charlie beat up the guy who started the war," Brittany talked with her mouth full, "does that mean you and Quinn are official now?"
"What are you talking about,"
"No, Britt, Rachel's obviously with Santana now. They have to be, I mean, they already spent last night making out on the couch at McKibben's, right Rach?" said Harmony,
"What?" Rachel's head shot up,
"Yeah, you looked like you had a great time, Rachel," Sugar laughed.
"But, I thought I spent the night with Quinn,"
"Yeah? We thought we saw Maria helping you get into Santana's car, Rachel. Don't you remember?" Sugar continued, sticking her fork back into her salad.
Rachel frowned, she remembered Quinn telling her she was the one who took her home. She looked around the cafeteria, looking for the Lopez twins. She sighed and buried her face in her hands.
"You okay, Rach?" Brittany rubbed her best friend's back gently.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," Rachel took her hands away and opened a bag of chips.
Rachel spent the day wondering. She didn't understand what was going on. She has only been at this school for a few days and she's already drowning in so much worry. She frowned, clutching her books to her chest as she walked into the auditorium. She found a note in her locker telling her to be there at this time. It was an 'emergency'. She looked around but no one was there. She walked down the steps towards the stage. She smiled to herself as she stepped onto the stage, taking in the familiar sight of the auditorium. The instruments arranged at the side, the pieces of marking tape on the floor with numbers written on them, the dim lights. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, imagining an audience infront of her, all eyes on her. Everybody cheering, clapping loudly, giving Rachel a standing ovation.
"Rachel,"
Rachel opened her eyes and turned her head. It was Santana, "Santana," she replied.
Santana smiled, "I didn't think you were gonna come. Here, take a seat, I got something to show you,"
Rachel raised her eyebrows, watching the girl disappear backstage. She sat down on the stool and crossed her legs. Santana walked back onto the stage with a few people behind her.
"What's going on?"
"I'm gonna sing you a song," Santana sat down in front of Rachel as the three other people took their seats behind the latina and picked up their instruments.
Rachel raised her eyebrows.
Santana turned her head and nodded at the band. She looked back at Rachel and smiled. Rachel smiled back at the Cheerio as she heard the band start playing. Santana started singing and Rachel was surprised. She didn't think the Latina had a voice like that. The brunette watched as Santana's lips move. She listened as Santana sing her rendition of Adorn by Miguel.
Santana was serenading her. The Cheerio wasn't just singing for Rachel, she was serenading her. Serenading her with an actual love song. Rachel bit her lip softly, thinking about how sweet, and somehow sexy, Santana was right now. As Santana sang the last lines of the song, she took Rachel's hand. Rachel looked down at her hand in Santana's while the band played the last few notes of the song.
"Rachel, I, really like you, and I just can't stop thinking about last night," the latina looked into Rachel's eyes.
Rachel looked back into Santana's dark brown eyes, "Santana, I..."
Santana smiled, turned to the band and nodded. With that nod, they left the stage, leaving Santana and Rachel alone.
"Go out with me, Rachel. On a real date this time,"
Who do you want Rachel to end up with? ;)