Hey guys, I know what your thinking "Finally an update." I would give you an excuse about school but I procrastinated on that too so... Anyway, here's a chapter so enjoy.

I watch in horror as his arm slowly moves into throwing position. The second before release a hand grabs his arm. My eyes follow the arm to find it attached to none other than Santana.

"Now what exactly are you planning to do with that?" She asks

"I was going to throw it in either Lady Face's or Berry's face."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"And why not?"

"Did you just question me?" She asks eyes narrowing at him.

He seems to visiually shrink back then mumbles something incoherently.

"What was that?"

"I said no."

"Good. You're lucky I'm in a good mood so leave before I change my mind."

He goes to take a step but trips over a sneaker clad foot straight onto the cup of slushie.

"Sorry you were taking too long." Santana says with a shrug as Azimo scrables to his feet. "I've got things to see and people to do."

I stand there still in shock that Santana Lopez just stopped a slushie attack on us. I look over at Kurt who seems to be faring no better.

"Uh, thanks Santana." I manage to get out.

"No problem Berry. He had it coming anyway, technically I just saved his ass."

"Saved him from what exactly?" Kurt asks with a slight smirk as he recovers from his stupor.

She chuckles lightly "If that slushie got anywhere near Berry or you, by extention, everyone would be set on his ass. He'd be wondering who let the dogs out."

"Why would that happen?" I ask

Santana watches Kurt with a look that clearly says 'the fuck?'

"She doesn't know, and I didn't get the chance to explain." He says with a shrug.

"Well you see Berry, a varsity jacket comes with the status of the team and owner. To put it simply, it shows you are theirs." She says with a smirk "That jacket you have on is a cheerios jacket and not just any cheerio, Quinn, the Head Cheerio. You're pretty much as high as her on the social ladder right now. Plus Coach would have his head for messing it up."

I nod in understanding "Wait. How do you know this is Quinn's?"

"I know everything Berry." She says with a smirk.

"She just had class with her." Kurt points out

"Way to lower my coolness points." She deadpans. "Anyway as much I'd love to stay and chat, I've still got my lady to do so laters." She says then turns and leave

"T.M.I. Santana." I shout while Kurt scrunches up his face and I hear her laugh.

"Now do you understand why the jackets mean so much?" Kurt asks.

"If I understand correctly all hell breaks loose if I get slushied right now."

"Pretty much."

"So why did Azimo-"

"Certain people aren't known for their observation skills, Rachel."

"True... Oh my God."

"What? Did some get on you?"

"We have less than five minutes to get to class, we have to hurry." I say and turn to leave.

"Oh how you never cease to amaze me. Your life has just changed and yet your top priority is getting to class early." He says following behind me.

I'm about to talk when he cuts me off like he was reading my mind.

"Yes, I know, punctually is one of the most important things needed to suceed in showbiz." He says while flicking his writ back to forth.

"Not just showbiz, also in life."

"Yeah, okay. So... You're going to tell me the story behind the jacket."

I smile then start my story.

We're now sitting in class and Kurt is still freaking about it.

"Kurt it's not that big of a deal."

"Rachel 'The Quinn Fabray' washed slushie out of your hair and gave you clothes. She crossed social barriers just for you."

"I'd cross social barriers to help someone if they needed it."

"You're different, you'd be helping someone above you, with her you are below her. You also can't forget she was the one who threw it at you."

"How does that help your case?"

"Out of the whole school Quinn and Santana are the best schemers, with them invovled it could have been part of a plan."

"And this plan would be?"

"I have a theory."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you that." He says with a taunting smile "l have to confirm it first."

"I don't like you." I say with a frown

"Yet you still keep me around, I don't know why."

Puck POV

I'm sitting under the bleachers waiting for people who were suppose to be here ten minutes ago. It is Santana and Brittany so what did you expect? They're probably up to things that I would love to add to my spank bank.

"What's with that look on your face Puckerman?" Santana says from right next to me.

"Hi Puck." Brittany says enthusiastically then turns to Santana. "That's the look he get's when he's fantisizing about something dirty."

"Eww."

"Hi Brittany, Satan. How long were you guys here?" I ask.

"Does it matter. To what do we owe this displeasure?" Santana replies

"Fabray's making moves." I state.

"You can say that but she's only aiming for friendship for now."

"Why friendship?"

"Quinn feels she's not good enough for Rachel so she's looking for her approval before she does anything else." Brittany says while Santana nods.

"That's a problem, Rachel is oblivious to most of the world around her so she won't notice... This is going to take forever."

"Speaking from experience it doesn't take long for something to happen."

"You and Brittany don't count you know each other better than the back of your hands. Rachel and Quinn don't know anything about each other."

"I wouldn't say that, they're always watching each other when they think the other isn't looking. Did you know that Quinn only slushied Rachel with one flavour, her favourite flavour? And the way Rachel's eyes search through Quinn I'm sure she can tell when something's up with her almost as well as Santana and I can."

I'm sure I have a dumbfounded look on my face and when I turn to Santana she has a contemplative look on her face.

"That's true, I never noticed before." Santana says

"It is?" I ask

"How can people not see these things?" Brittany asks

"They just aren't as observant and understaning as you Britt." Santana says.

A silence drops over us as Santana goes to sit, pulling Brittany on her lap and wrapping her arms around her.

"So what are we going to do about Rachel and Quinn?" I ask

"They'll figure things out on their own I guess, but if it gets really bad we can run interference."

"Cool." I say while laying back in the chair.

Rachel POV

"Kurt you spent the whole of class muling over this. Why are you still excited?" I ask as we walk through the halls to the cafeteria.

"Everyone should know about the jacket and Santana stopping the slushie by now so I'm just anxious to hear what rumors they come up with."

"I still think it's not that big of a deal."

He raises an eyebrow at me. "What do you think is behind this door?"

"People eating lunch." I say in an odvious tone.

"There is where you're wrong, it's a room full of people with all eyes on you." He says as he opens the door.

One by one eyes look to the door and the room falls silent.

"Just as I said." Kurt whispers in my ear.

He grabs my arm and walks me to an empty table as we pass other tables I can hear the whispers.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say as I sit. "Yesterday I was practically invisible and now everyone's watching me."

"Amazing isn't it."

Santana POV

I walk in the cafeteria with Brittany and Puck. As we walk to Rachel's table, I can hear the murmmers and whispers. They are accompanied with stares that can be felt, I try to ignore them, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't say something.

"What the fuck are you watching?" I say with a glare. Most of them turn back to what they were doing but a few brave souls keep watching.

"Just leave it." Brittany whispers in my ear as she takes my hand and pulls me along.

We exchange greetings and sit, leaving the space next to Rachel empty.

"The gossip mill which is McKinely seems to be already at work." I say.

"Yes, it is." Kurt replies. "I've been listening from here."

"How can you even hear?"

"My ears are fine tuned for these things, Rachel.

"What have you heard so far?" I ask

"You and Brittany are having a threesome with Rachel."

"I think that's a good idea." Puck says.

"It does sound good doesn't it." I say as I watch Quinn cross the cafeteria.

"Can we San?" Brittany asks me.

"Hey guys." Quinn says as she takes a seat.

"What are we talking about?"

"One very hot threesome." Puck answers with a sleazy smirk.

"Do I even want to know?" She asks

"Well Britt and I aren't against it, it depends on if Rachel is up to the challenge." I say with a smirk. I watch as Quinn's body movements cease for a split second.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Rachel says and Quinn relaxes again.

"Why not Rach?" Puck asks with an innocent look.

"Yeah, why not Rach?" I mimic

"No Rachel, don't look them in the eye they'll influence you." Quinn says. "Just ignore them, they'll go away eventually."

"Sorry Britt, Quinn doesn't want it to happen."

"What if she joins?"

"Even better idea!" Puck shouts. "Britt you are a genius."

"You finally notice."

"It still won't happen, Quinns a prude and doesn't want us to unpress her lemons."

"Can we get off of this topic, how did you guys even get there?"

"It's from a rumour that started because San saved Rachel from a slushie."

"Someone tried to slushie you still?" Quinn asks Rachel and she nods in reponse.

"Who?"

"Azimo, but it's fine. Promise me you won't do anything."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"Fine, I promise." Quinn replies.

When Rachel looks away I make a whipping motion at Quinn and she flips me off.