A/N: Hey everyone. I know you hate me, but I hope you enjoy this chapter! Tell me what you want to see, what you hated, what you loved, anything! Love you guys tons! I have the misfortune of not owning Glee, along with the majority of America. The only thing that gets me through it is knowing I'm not alone!
Rachel and I both walked into school with our heads held high. When we walked past Kurt's locker, Mercedes, Kurt, Artie, and Tina hung their heads and instantly started talking to each other in hushed tones. Ignoring them, we kept on walking. We went to Rachel's thoroughly decorated locker to get her books. The silence while she grabbed her things was comfortable. I took her books out of her hands and dared every person in the hallway to question me as I glared at them. They obviously had no life if all they were interested in was Rachel and I's.
The drive to school that morning had been us laughing at the looks on the faces of our peers as we walked into school. I could see through Rachel's laugh. She always scrunched up her nose we she was laughing in a nervous way and not a genuine way. Yes I know what genuine means, but I will genuinely kick anyone's ass if they think I am any less of a badass for having a "well developed vocabulary", as Rachel always says. Rachel started chatting on and on about how she would have to take extra vocal lessons now that she wasn't in Glee and how she would give me vocal lessons, when Santana passed me with Brittany by her side and a look of determination on her face. She gave me a curt nod as she slipped a piece of crumpled notebook paper in my hand.
I raised one questioning eyebrow and she rolled her eyes and again nodded toward the paper, walking away in the process. Rachel had since stopped talking and stopped in front of me with a confused expression on her face. Her eyebrows were knit together and she looked at Santana's trailing figure before she set her big brown doe eyes on the piece of paper in my hand. But, her doe eyes became scrutinizing and jealous as they narrowed.
I pulled Rachel into an empty classroom quickly before un-crumpling the paper and reading it.
Hey. Brit, Matt, Mike, and I think that Kurt and Mercedes are dumb-fucks. We would like to hang out with you and Rachel. We quit Glee and won't go back until Rachel does. We will be in the auditorium during free period. Oh, and Brit wants you to tell Rachel we are totally going shopping this weekend. Mike and Matt want to play video games with you anyway. Well, see you soon.
Santan
I grinned as Rachel's face lit up after reading the note. I grinned at her and tilted my head. She nodded her head, telling me she was happy to welcome Brittany, Santana, Matt, and Mike as friends. Truthfully, Matt and Mike had never really done anything to her and lately Brittany and Santana had been nicer to her.
"Alright I better walk you to class, Rach." I said, hearing the warning bell go off. "Are you going to be okay?" I asked when she grimaced in reply.
"Yes, I am quite alright Noah. I just wish you were in my economics class." She replied, pouting her red, plump lips in worry.
"Well, don't you have Brittany in that class?" I continued on as she nodded. "And I know Santana transferred into all of Brit's classes to help her out, so you'll be fine." She grinned to show she agreed and we parted ways when we got to her class. I headed to my first math class in years.
I had left Math class and was contemplating what the look of jealousy that passed through Rachel's eyes meant when I realized that Rachel wasn't at her locker. I frowned and decided that she must have already gone to the auditorium. On my way their I saw Santana and Brit. I called them over. We were chatting and that is when I heard the sobs coming from the girl's bathroom. Brittany and Santana must have heard it too, because they froze. I heard Santana mutter a few curse words as she opened the door and saw Rachel on the floor, covered in a blue slushy. I knew for a fact that was her least favorite flavor.
She whimpered when she saw me. I bent down to help her up, while Santan and Brit yelled on about cleaning her up and kicking some ass. Both sounded like good ideas to me. The latter would most definitely be taken care of.
"Rachel, who did this to you?" I asked anger evident in my voice. Her reply made my blood grow cold and caused Brittany and Santana to gasp.
A/N: So, anyone have any guesses to who slushied Rachel? Well, I have been asking myself the same question. If you guys know who you want it to be, let me know. I was also wondering if you wanted Brittana friendship, or romance. If they weren't together, it would be Santana/Matt and Brittany/Mike. So, I know that a lot of people have done the friendship between Rachel, Santana, and Brittany, but I love them just as much as I love Matt and Mike. I feel like my writing isn't in character, so let me know if it is too OOC. If you want me to write in third person or in any other point of view, let me know. I don't want to beg for reviews, but I have no idea how you feel about the story! PLEASE let me know what you thing. Suggestions are welcome and so are burns, but if you burn me, I will probably get defensive. Love you all! I will try to write soon!