A/N: Thank you for everyone who alert-ed, favorite-d, and reviewed this fic. Although it took me a month to update-or more. HA! So this is sort of a filler chapter. The action-packed one is in the next which I will be updating when you guys won't stop telling me to update. Deal? :)

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A/N4: Yes, I'm abusing my privilege to use the author's note thing, I'm now addicted to Jasper/Bella Twilight pairing even though I'm not a very big fan of Twilight. I'm in love with Jasper Rathbone.

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Chapter 3: Old habits die hard.

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The week dragged on for Rachel, her ankle being a liability, hindering her from doing any practicing. The week dragged on for Chad as well, anxious as hell as he waited for Rachel and her group to arrive at Hollywood, but mostly Rachel though.

The day of New Directions arriving to Hollywood came, and Chad was one whole package of nerves. Pacing back and forth in front of the Randoms and Mackenzie Falls' casts, looking at his watch every three minutes and not to mention, sweating like a pig.

"Cut it out Chad, you're all giving us a headache" Sonny exclaimed.

"Oops, yeah, sure, sorry" muttered mentioned blond. Sonny was shocked, really, since no insult or sharp response came from the frantic Chad.

Wow, not even a little remark, Rachel must really be something, Sonny thought.

Well not stylish, that I know, Tawni told me she dressed like a grandma-slash-librarian dressed in the dark. She added to her little internal monologue.

And yes, Sonny didn't even bother dressing up, just in her usual plaids, vest, jeans and boots ensemble.

When Marshall announced that the limousine that picked up the bunch at the airport just pulled over, Chad was all over the place and can't seem to stay put.

The first person to walk through the studio's door was a curly haired man, probably in his early thirties. The man was greeted by Marshall.

"Hi, I'm Marshall, and you must be William Schuester," Marshall offered a hand in which the other one gratefully accepted.

"That would be me, yes"

The students filed in, Chad looked at everyone in the search for his best friend. A tall guy, a blond girl, a pregnant blond, a Latina, Asian girl, Asian boy, guy on wheels, Black girl, Black guy, fur-clad boy, and a guy with a Mohawk. He smirked at the last one. So this must be the guy Rachel can't stop talking about, she said and I quote 'has this atrocious looking hairstyle' He thought.

Wait, where's Rachel? Was his next thought

There was no short skirt wearing, knee high socks clad brunette anywhere. He was alarmed. His thoughts roamed the uneventful possibilities, 'maybe her midget self was stuffed in a luggage and hasn't been retrieved yet' were some of his laugh-worthy but rather disturbing options.

Or worst of all, maybe she hadn't even boarded the plane because at that sprained ankle. But that would be impossible because she would tell me, right? The last internal statement was to calm him down.

His eyes strained the room, and then fixated them at the door, hoping to see his best friend. While doing so, he didn't even realize that the one he's looking for was right beside him, looking at him sternly as if the look was asking what the hell he was doing.

"What are you doing?" asked Rachel. He didn't budge; eyes remained fixated at the door.

"Waiting…" was what he muttered.

"Who exactly are we talking about here?"

"Rachel,"

"Right, because she isn't here" she said as she rolled her eyes.

"Obviously," he huffed.

"Well I better get back to Lima, because the one person who I went for here is waiting for another Rachel" she said in a monotonous voice.

That got Chad's attention.

He caught sight of a playfully annoyed Rachel.

"CHERRY!" he shouted as he held her in a bone-crushing hug.

"Chad…can't…breathe… oxygen…not…having…enough" Rachel squeaked.

"Oops yeah, sorry" he said as she pulled away slightly.

"God, I missed you" they said in unison. They shared their own world while Marshall and Mr. Schue introduced their groups to each other. Before joining the group, Rachel planted a feathery kiss on Chad's lips.

This went unnoticed by no one, especially Sonny and Puck.

"What? It's tradition," Chad said, not leaving his best friend's side. The bunch answered this with an eye roll.

Mr. Schue and Marshall went to talk about terms. Not long after, the Randoms and Mackenzie casts went their way, leaving Chad and the Gleeks to mingle.

"Chad, these are my Gl-"then again, Quinn and her vicious pregnant hormones stopped Rachel's label to them as her Glee-mates.

"I mean my friends," the aforementioned brunette shot Quinn an apologetic look at which the blond returned with a smile.

"That's Artie and Tina," the wheelchair-bound boy waved at Chad, while the gothic girl smiled warmly at him.

"That's Mike, Matt, Brittany, and Santana," the two boys nodded at him and the two girls smiled slyly.

"If you remembered, the one who made the entire cafeteria shut up? That was Santana," said Rachel proudly.

"Ooh, maybe you could make Portlyn shut up!" they laughed after Chad said this.

"That's Mercedes and Kurt, our fashion extraordinaire duo" The mentioned pair curtsied. If Kurt was having a fangirl moment, he sure was very discreet about it. He really didn't gave himself away.

"Then that's Quinn and Finn," While Quinn stared at Chad, eyes glassy, Finn and Chad did the complicated man-shake.

"They were together but somehow broke up," Rachel started with a whisper.

"..But they still can't see that they are perfect for each other, ooh, maybe we could hire Selena! And you know Chad- "someone cleared their throat, turns out it was Quinn.

"Oh I'm sorry, I think that means she needs a further introduction, no? "Said the diva, not in the most subtle way, obviously;

"I believe that's not necessary, you're the one who ask if I could be your baby's godfather, right?" Chad said.

"So how far are you 'til I see baby Drizzle?" Chad asked Quinn.

No response.

"Did I say something wrong? Cherry said that was your baby's nickname so I thought…" Chad started, alarmed.

"No… it's just that…I'm so starstruck-ed at the moment, I can't get my brain to work… maybe later?"

Turns out Quinn is a bigger fangirl that Kurt.

"Okay, I guess?" answered Chad, laughing lightly.

"And last but not least, this …" Rachel scanned the room for Puck, and saw him walking back to their group from the buffet table the studio set up for their arrival.

Don't say Puck, don't say Puck. Puck thought.

"…is Puck, well actually it's Noah, but I'm one of the three people who can get away with calling him that, so don't try your luck, he might slam you into a wall," the Gleeks snickered at Rachel's blunt statement. Chad and Puck did their own complicated man-shake as well.

"Oh, really, who's the other two then?" asked Chad.

"His Mom and sister,"

"So you must be pretty close to him?"

"Nah, I'm just stubborn,"

Puck rolled his eyes, since while he couldn't agree more that she's stubborn, Chad's right-much to his ego's pain- Rachel really is close to him.

"Oh Chad, before I forget, Kurt, Tina, and Mercedes have something for you," Rachel said, cutting Puck's internal monologue.

"Really? You shouldn't have, if this is some sort of fan gift, you really shouldn't have. Because you guys are no fan, you're friends because you're Cherry's friends!" Chad smiled.

"Actually this is nothing," Kurt dismissed his answer.

Chad was presented with three paper bags.

As he peeked, "I'm guessing these are clothes, and I really appreciate this, but I need to carry this to my dressing room then I'll use them some time this week, sounds good?" everyone mumbled 'yes' with an enthusiastic clap courtesy of Kurt.

Nico and Grady returned and offered a tour for the New Directions, in which the bunch agreed to.

"Go on without me guys. I've been here a few times so I'll just go with Chad. Besides, we have a lot of catching up to do," Rachel said.

The group went with Nico and Grady, Puck went half-heartedly.

When the two bestfriends were left alone, Chad looked at Rachel,

"Wow, Rachel, you've grown since the last time I saw you… well still a midget but grown, definitely," The brunette smacked his arm playfully. Chad looked at her from head to foot then stopped to look her in the eye. Not speaking at all, mouth slightly agape.

Rachel, biting her lower lip, knew what it was about. She then made a mad dash to his dressing room.

"RACHEL BARBARA BERRY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?" Chad shouted after her.

"See you in your dressing room," she said as she blew him a kiss.

As Rachel reached her destination, which Chad joined her not long after, she situated herself on the comfy couch Chad has.

"Unless you tell me why you're wearing those VERY short shorts and that tank top, and that boots, and those accessories, and you're wearing MAKE-UP! I'll be thinking that you're trying to seduce me," Chad exclaimed the moment he reached his dressing room.

"Why Chad, are you seduced?" Rachel answered wiggling her eyebrows for emphasis. They stared at each other for about three seconds before bursting to a fit of laughter.

"It's Tawni," Rachel mumbled between laughter, "She said I was a grandma, now which grandma has a body like this?"

Chad stopped laughing almost automatically,

"Is this really just about that, Rach?"

"You know you shouldn't change just because someone tells you this and that,"

He enveloped his bestfriend in a bear hug.

"Thank you Chad, but all my clothes-courtesy of Kurt's complete makeover- are either this range of shortness and tightness, all neutral or too sparkly. The surprising part is, I'm completely fine with it, this style isn't too bad. Why? Don't you like it?" she said, pouting.

"It's not that, it's just that it shows too much skin,"

"Okay mother, this is the last week I'll wear this,"

"Very funny Berry, very funny" he rolls his eyes.

"So it's last names now huh, Cooper?" she pinched his nose, after about 10 seconds, he can't breathe.

"Chad, you're turning blue," Rachel was trying very hard not to laugh as Chad tries desperately to remove her hand. To an innocent passer-by, it will look like she's trying to kill him. To Rachel and Chad, it looks like she's trying to get tickled.

And tickle her, he did.

Rachel's laughter swam across the room.

"Stop it CHAD!" then more laughter

"Oh you asked for it, prepare to meet your doom. Bwahahaha"

By now, to an innocent by-passer, they look like they're just having the time of their lives. And they are.

Filler Chapter. Heartbreak and schemes will be evident for the next chapter courtesy of Puck and Sonny. When do you want me to update? hahaha.

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A little something from the next chap:

"Do you have this weird disease in which you find comfort in calling people by their last names? Huh? Noah?" Sonny said in an annoyed tone.

"Then again, that's Puck for you,"

"Why? I'm brunette too, and I can sing and dance and has the same boob amount as Rachel has, and-" she was cut off by an annoyed Puck.

"Why? Can you hit the high b? Do you dance ballet? Is Broadway your thing? Do you wish to win a Tony? Have you won your first dance competition at the 3 months old? Or better yet, have you won any? On the boob thing, I don't know, I haven't felt yours or hers for that matter," he finished.