Your Turn
DISCLAIMER: GLEE AND THEIR CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME.
Friday II
A/N: Yeah, I missed this story too guys! Let's see, we have about 6 chapters left I think...And I already thought about another Faberry story...Which is horrible considering how many other fics I need to work on. Anyway, focusing on this one, enjoy!
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Rachel Berry is filling up water balloons to the songs of old Britney Spear hits. She's sporting, oddly enough, a school girl's outfit while prancing around as well. The girl only did this when she was alone obviously. Role playing was a hobby of hers after all.
But then Mercedes and Kurt walk into the backyard, having been let in by Rachel's parents. They stand on the back porch, eyebrows rising in unison. This wasn't really happening right? This was a dream, right? Kurt rubs his eyes in an attempt at getting rid of the image but it does nothing. Mercedes ends up laughing.
This catches Rachel's attention, causing her to drop the current balloon she was filling.
"Kurt and Mercedes! W-W-What a pleasant surprise!" Kurt smirks at hearing Rachel shaken up. This proves that something was on her mind...Or maybe she was just embarrassed about being caught in that Britney Spears outfit from Baby One More Time.
"Hey hot mama, are these for tomorrow?" the other Diva asks, squishing a balloon in her hands.
"Yes, actually. I just sent an email saying to bring extra clothing," Rachel responds, grabbing the balloon from out of her hands, "If you are not careful it will explode on its own."
And those words were all that the two needed to hear in order to back away.
"I guess I won't bother fixing my hair tomorrow," Kurt mutters with distaste. He can't even remember ever being in a water fight, let alone a water balloon fight.
"Anyway, why are you two here? I already informed you that I will be wearing the outfit Kurt picked out for me about two weeks ago and I already mentioned that I would be busy today."
"Oh, we know Rachel. We just have something else to ask about," Mercedes asks, her and Kurt a good metre or two away from the jewish girl now.
"Please do inquire quickly then leave; I don't mean to be rude or anything but I was in the...middle of something and I truly work better alone."
Kurt and Mercedes roll their eyes before asking in unison, "What is up between you and Quinn?"
Surprisingly enough it only took one loud scream for Rachel's fathers to come in and escort the other two out of the Berry household, hoping that their hearing was still in check.
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Holla everyone! My dad said it was okay for ya'll to come over in a few minutes. Only for an hour though but that should be sufficient. -Artie
I dnt get y we're doin this, arent we all c-ing each othr tmrw neway? -Mike
Dude, dnt u like $$$? -Matt
We're doing that bet we discussed at the last party. Though I'm not the gambling type, Artie convinced me that this'll be fun. -Tina
You said it girl! Those two girls were the centre of this summer's hottest gossip. And that Rachel won't tell us anything. -Mercedes
Britt and I will be late. -Santana
W/e, there's no point in doin this. It's obvs that Quinn is gonna be the one making the first move. -Puck
do I really have to go? -Finn
Be a good sport, Finn. This is all for fun, even if it might be at the expense of your pain. Think of this as a means of helping you move on. -Kurt
this is so uncool. -Finn
Fine, then don't bet and stop whining. -Santana
ye, stop being a baby. -Brittany
Yeah -Everyone else
You know what, I'm coming today. I'll make a bet. Just...don't rub this in my face until I completely accept this, K? -Finn
Sounds good, Finn. I'll hit ya'll later! -Artie
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Tina, can you tell your boy to stop that? -Mercedes
I'll try. -Tina
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And the whole Glee club except for Quinn and Rachel are sitting around in Artie's living room, wallets/purses/piggy banks in hand. Each and every one of them had witness this relationship unfold before them. And each of them had different feelings in regards to such a relationship. Some were annoyed, some were intrigued, some found it amusing and others arousing. And then there was Finn who was just...confused but trying to process.
"So, I used a white board and split it into two. One side is team Rachel and the other is team Quinn," Artie claims, holding up his white board for everyone to see. Tina is holding the marker, ready to record names.
"Artie and I are on team Rachel," the asian announces, writing their names in red on Rachel's side.
"Britt and I are on Q's team obviously," Santana says bored, keeping an arm around Brittany's waist while she counts the money in her piggy bank. "Rachel doesn't have the balls to ask Quinn out."
"Well, she told me that she loved Quinn," Finn mumbles half heartedly, as if he didn't believe what he was saying.
"Mercedes and I are on Rachel's team as well. She's obviously head over heels for Quinn, it's only a matter of time before she starts serenading her or something like that," Kurt says with confidence, a push he got from Finn's words.
"She wouldn't talk to us about it though, she must be damn serious about Quinn," Mercedes adds on, giving Kurt a high five.
"Well, like I mentioned before I'm on my baby mama's team. Quinn's been nuts about Berry for too long," Puck calls out, slumping comfortably into the couch.
"Quinn's scary," Mike says outloud, remembering how he got caught in the whole him, Puck and Matt spending time with Rachel at the park thing, "So I'm on her team."
"Me too," Matt adds afterwards, giving his best friend props.
And this is where the group turns to Finn for his answer. He doesn't look as upset as they thought he would and they're surprised that he wasn't whining. Maybe the boy finally got the message?
"I think Rachel's serious," he says this as if it was the revelation of a lifetime, "I still don't trust Quinn but I know Rachel has to be telling the truth." Of course, she did dump him after all. She must know what she wants.
"Okay so, on team Rachel is me, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes and Finn?" Artie repeats, reading off the white board.
"And team Quinn is Puck, Santana, Brittany, Matt and Mike," Tina says this time, smiling.
"How much are we putting into the pot anyway?" Mike asks, opening his wallet to see how much he had available.
"I say 10 dollars each, and the winning team gets to split up the pot," Puck answers, throwing a 10 dollar bill onto the coffee table. This starts a trend as the money falls softly onto the wooden surface. It's not that easy for Brittany though as she manages to pull out 10 one dollar bills from her piggy bank with the aide of Santana.
"So are there any rules?" Tina asks, "Like, are we allowed to push them into asking the other out?"
The ten Glee clubbers look at each other.
"Of course!" Matt yells out, "It makes things more fun and more interesting!"
"Guys, are you sure it's okay to be med-meddling with- that's the right word right?" they nod, "meddling with their relationship?" Finn asks.
"We're already betting on them, does it really matter anymore?"
The group nods in unison and Finn sighs, defeated. Might as well go along with it now.
"Sweet, I'll see you all tomorrow. I can't wait to rub it in your faces when my team wins!"
"It's not your team, Puckerman, it's Quinn's."
"What game are we playing?"
"We're not playing any games, baby."
"But you said team!"
And that's how they ended up playing Duck Duck Goose for the rest of that hour.
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A/N: Short chapter, but next week starts the games all over again! I hope that you enjoyed it.