Your Turn
DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.
Sunday II
A/N: Oh God yes, I'm lame.
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It's 1AM and Rachel makes it her business to perform to the children in the park. In fact, she has her own little spot underneath a tree. The girl has been doing this routine every other Sunday since the beginning of her school year. She was actually quite popular with the children.
"Guys! Rachel's here!" calls out a small child, approximately 10 years old.
By now, Rachel knew several of their names. She would take their requests and sing for about 2 hours before taking a walk on her own.
However, as the children take their seats, she manages to spot three very familiar figures in the distance.
"Hey Rachel," Puck greets with one of his more charming smiles. Now that he was only a few metres away, she could recognize the three of them.
The young diva is more than excited to see him, but is actually a little weirded out when Matt and Mike were there as well.
"Hey," the two say in unison when they finally reach the very large tree.
"What are you three doing here?" she asks, the children staring at the very large boys who were about twice the size as their private singer.
"Oh I know him! He cleaned our pool once," calls out a small child.
Puck makes a strange face, scrunching up then releasing a very satisfied look. Rachel decides not to ask.
"Well, I'm going to play the guitar," Puck says simply, holding up his acoustic.
"And we're going to watch," Mike says, taking a seat next to a random child. Matt following afterwards.
"Thanks?" is all Rachel manages to say, still trying to soak up her situation. Shaking her head, she directs her attention to the children and the several moms there as well. "I'm going to start with a song by the Foo Fighters."
The children cheer, mostly because she's about to sing, not that many of the children knew that song. Probably the few who have played Guitar Hero or something.
Rachel turns her attention to Puck who nods, knowing exactly what song that way.
And so they began.
During the song, the children were swaying, Matt and Mike joining them. Rachel of course, loved the attention, but she loved the song more. She was completely into it, swaying along with the children. And Puck? Well he was appreciating the looks her was getting from some of the cougars in the small crowd.
"And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
Got to promise not to stop when I say when..."
And after a few more chords, the crowd erupts into cheers.
"Do Lady Gaga next!" a girl cries out, looking to be about 12 years old.
"Noah, do you know how to do Poker Face?" he responds with a nod and Mike and Matt get up.
The children watch the two carefully, intrigued by their movement. The two were dancing now, invoking a giggling Rachel.
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The session continued like usual and when it hit 3 o clock, the children and their parents got up to thank Rachel, some parents even giving her some money.
"Oh no, I cannot accept that," she says modestly, blushing at the offer.
"Rachel, honey, you do this everytime. Just take it and thank you for the show," a mother says, offering the girl 5 dollars, "It's not even that much."
The brunette nods, "Thank you," she says, not wanting to continue the arguement.
Mike and Matt were playing with several of the children by now and Puck was getting a couple of numbers for his business. Rachel smiles at the boys, it was so nice of them to stop by. Although it was weird, how did they know where she was?
When things calm down, the three boys approach Rachel again.
"So you want ice cream or something?" Puck asks.
"Dude, remember, she's a Vegan!" Mike reminds the jewish boy, Matt nodding afterwards.
"Oh, yeah, then a popsicle?"
"A colourful frozen treat filled with empty calories?" Rachel replies, smiling a little.
"Yeah, sure," Mike responds, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Okay, I guess it's not bad to have a little guilty pleasure every once in a while," she didn't want to say that it reminded her of slushies.
And so the three walk towards the closest ice cream truck, Rachel getting a grape popsicle, Puck getting a cherry one and Matt and Mike getting a vanilla cone.
"Dude! That is so not cool!" Puck exclaims, glaring at the boys who were happily licking their frozen dessert.
"It's okay, Noah," Rachel says honestly, sucking a little on her popsicle, "My dads get ice cream all the time, I'm not bothered by it."
The three boys heave a sigh of relief as Rachel continues walking down a path.
"So, how was your week, Rachel?" Mike asks, having finished his dessert first.
Rachel was almost done, "It was good, thank you for asking, Mike. And yours?"
"Well, I went to the arcade and-" Puck clears his throat, "What? She asked!"
"Yes, Noah, I was enjoying his answer. Why did you cut him off?"
The three boys look at each other, then all eyes focus on Puck. He lets out a groan.
"It's just, uh," he ponders his next step, he can't mess this up, "We want to hear more about...you, Rachel," he forces out, luckily Rachel doesn't notice the details in his face.
"Oh, how thoughtful!" she beams, tossing the popsicle sticks into the closest trash can, "Well, not much happened. I went shopping with Kurt and Mercedes, I had a very friendly date with Finn," the boys wince at the emphasis of friendly, "I went on a couple of morning jogs, and I went on an outting with Quinn."
Bingo, the three boys think at once.
"An outting?" Matt repeats innocently, "You mean, like a date?"
"That's hot," Mike says afterwards, earning a nudge on the shoulder from the other male parties and a shocked look from Rachel.
"It was not a date!" she declares, stopping in her tracks now. Her eyes were screaming denial, and the boys relished in it.
"Really?" Puck says, smirking.
"Was it only the two of you?"
"Yes."
"Alone, out for dinner?"
"Yes."
"Did she kiss you goodnight?"
"Yes."
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Thoroughly, hey, wait a second!" her face turns a deep shade of red and Mike and Matt are holding their gut now. Puck held his hand up to get high fives from his fellow bros.
"Sounds like a date to me," Puck declares innocently, his smile mimicked by Matt and Mike. The three look like sick clowns.
"You know what? I-I need to go now, bye!" she practically yells, running down the path.
The boys look to each other and give each other high fives once again.
"Dude, does she know that her skirt's going up? I can totally see her underwear."
"Dude!"
"Duuuude!"
And another round of high fives.
"Oh shit," Mike mumbles, connecting his palm to his face.
"We didn't get her to tell us she likes Quinn!"
"Well, it's pretty obvious that..."
You need to get her to say it. -Quinn
"Whoa! That's freaky!" Matt yells out, holding his cell phone up to the other boys.
Hurry up, you idiots. She's getting away! -Quinn
"How does she...?"
"It's best not to ask," Puck concludes before motioning for the group to run after Rachel.
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When Rachel arrives at a pond, she finds Brittany alone, feeding the ducks bread crumbs. The young diva looks around looking for any sign of Santana...but to her surprise, she wasn't there.
"Hey Brittany," Rachel greets cautiously.
"Oh, hey Rachel!" she greets excitedly, her hand moving rapidly.
"Where's Santana?" the brunette asks, smiling fondly at how happy Brittany looks with the ducks.
"Oh, she's out with her family today," Brittany responds, not looking up at Rachel this time, "I miss her."
"But it's only been a day, I'm sure," Rachel replies.
"One day is too long," the blonde pouts, focusing on the ducks before her.
"You sure do like her, don't you?" the young diva asks, sitting herself down at a nearby bench.
"Oh no," Brittany says, running out of bread crumbs. With that she hops over to where Rachel is and sits next to her. "I love San!" she then declares happily, somehow causing the smaller girl to blush.
"That's great, I'm glad you two are happy."
"Very happy!" the blonde responds, nodding her head afterwards.
And suddenly a group of boys are huffing.
"Damnit Rachel, why are you so short?"
"We lost track of you after like, a minute or something," Mike admits, being the first one up.
"And why were you following me?" Rachel asks, Brittany waving at her friends.
"We weren't finished!" Matt exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air.
"Finished what? Interrogating me?" the brunette continues, refusing to look at the boys.
"No! Rachel, really," Puck tries, approaching the smaller girl, "I'm...not that good at this kind of stuff but..."
"Hey Rachel," Brittany cuts in, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder to get her attention.
"Yes, Brittany?" Rachel addresses her with a smile.
"Do you like Quinn?"
The three boy nearly fall over and the young diva simply gapes.
"Oh, so you do," she concludes, clapping her hands together, "Good!"
"Wait, Brittany, why are you asking?"
"Dude, she's not denying it," Matt points out, Mike nodding in agreement.
"So it's true," Puck says afterwards, wriggling his eyebrows, "Mind if I watch?"
"Watch what, Noah?" Rachel asks, face red and confused.
"I want to watch too!" Brittany shouts out, raising her hand. Matt and Mike follow suit.
The jewish girl shakes her head, finally understanding what the group around her meant, "Guys...I believe you're misunderstanding..."
"So when did it start, Rachel?" the blonde continues, shining curious eyes at the girl beside her.
Matt, Mike and Puck sit themselves in front of Rachel, "We want to hear it too!" Matt and Mike shout, Puck nodding in agreement.
"I..." Rachel couldn't find any words, "I...I..."
"Don't be ashamed, Rachel. Love is a good thing."
"I..." still, nothing.
"Dude, she's not denying it again."
"That's so hot."
"Well, Rachel?" they were all staring at her with puppy pout eyes, Brittany's successful while the boys were awfully...frightening. Puck didn't try though, Puckzilla would never beg.
"Fine..." the brunette gives in, "I believe you were all at my party..."
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Rachel's story ended up being an hour long. Brittany was still paying attention, but the boys had fallen asleep.
"...and well, I came to the conclusion that I like Quinn Fabray."
The three boys sit up immediately, blinking awake to those last few words. Luckily Rachel didn't notice their sleeping figures.
"That was a cool story," Mike says, smiling and trying to hide his sleepy eyes. The two other boys nod as well. And Brittany? She just hugs Rachel.
"I'm so happy for the two of you! When are you going to make it official?"
"I...I'm not ready, Brittany."
"Not ready? Laaaaame!" Puck exclaims, "Claim your woman, Berry."
"Noah, I'd appreciate it if you call me by my first name all the time," she rolls her eyes, still smiling.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry Rachel," he grumbles, looking away.
"When will you be ready?" Brittany asks, tilting her head, "And ready for what?"
"To be Quinn's girlfriend," the brunette replies bluntly.
"But dude, I mean, Rachel," Matt corrects himself the second he feels her stare, "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, why do you need to be ready?"
"Matt, one must not rush into things."
"But you guys were flirting throughout the whole party," Brittany points out.
"You broke up with Finn," Puck adds.
"You guys went on an 'outting'," Mike says with the air quotes.
"You just said that you liked her," Matt finishes.
"What else is there?" the blonde asks, confused.
Rachel lets out a sigh, it's hard when the four of them were staring at her.
"While I respect your support, please understand that I will act when the time is right." The girl refuses to hear anymore and storms off, Rachel Berry style.
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Matt, Mike, and Puck were walking Brittany home now.
"Well at least we got her to admit it," Mike mutters, shrugging a little.
"We didn't do shit," Puck retorts, "Brittany did everything."
"What did I do?" the girl asks, pointing at herself and tilting her head.
"Nothing, girl," Matt replies, putting an arm around Brittany.
"Okay," she answers, still looking confused.
"Why isn't Quinn texting us now?" the asian then asks.
"I don't know, man," Puck answers, shrugging, "She totally owes us our award."
You guys don't get anything. Brittany did all the work. -Quinn
"WHOA!" Matt screams out, holding out his cell to show the others.
"Hey Quinn!" Brittany yells at the cellphone.
"Uh, Britt, it's just a text message."
"Oh."
A/N: Uhhh, I was done this last night but my internet died. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Monday: Tina and Artie invite Rachel on a dinner date, not wanting to be a third wheel, she invites Quinn. And well, you know. Overthinking Rachel coming up!