Sorry for the long wait! I've been busy with school but this story hasn't escaped my mind once. Hope you enjoy! The song in this chapter is We Got the Beat by The Go-Go's. Santana is Italics, Rachel is Bold, Brittany is Bold and Italics and Glee club as a whole is Underlined, Italics and Bold.
Kurt POV:
I walked through the doors of McKinley, holding hands with Blaine. I still couldn't believe he transferred here because he loves me to the point that he doesn't want to be apart for my last year.
"As much as I loved summer, I missed school especially Glee club," I said excitedly.
"Kurt calm down. You got the first week of school buzz it'll die down," Blaine said before laughing quietly. I rolled my eyes at his comment.
Once we reached my locker, I let go of the warmth of his hand. "It's different Blaine. It's my Senior year. The last year to roam these halls and I'm going to make it a special one. It's going to be perfect!" I jumped with excitement. Blaine softly chuckled as he grabbed my hand.
"Kurt relax. I know what you mean. It's going to be a lot easier to be with you and I won't have to compete against you, let alone beat you," he teased.
I playfully glared at him. "Yes even though I think you got it wrong darling. It is I who would've felt horrible if I creamed you."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Yes you would've hunny."
At that moment, a thought hit me, causing me to stop and face him. "Are you sure about this?" He looked at me weird. "I know you'll miss the Warblers," I explained further.
Blaine gently brushed his hand on my cheek. "Yeah I will but I would miss the person I'm in love with more if I was still at Dalton."
I blushed when he kissed my cheek before the most horrible thing happened. Jake from the hockey team came right up to us, tossing the content in the big gulp cup directly towards Blaine.
"Welcome to McKinley fag," he cruelly laughed with his goons then left.
"OMG Blaine! Are you okay?" I asked horrified that this experience might make him reconsider staying.
He wiped the blue slushie from his eyes in shock. "What was that about?"
I dragged him into the bathroom, trying to calm myself down. I directed him to put his head in the bathroom sink as I struggled to get the slushie mixed with his gel out of his hair. "Slushie facials." I gritted though my teeth. "Everyone from the Glee club gets one. I'm so sorry. I should've warned you."
He chuckled. "Kurt, it's okay. I guess I'm officially a member now."
I frowned, ruining his once perfectly gelled hair. "How in the world can you be calm about this?"
He grabbed my arm, shifting my attention for a moment. "Because with you by my side, I have nothing to worry about."
I felt my features soften. "I love you," I breathlessly said.
He smiled, getting up to give me a peck. "I love you too."
Rachel POV:
Santana's right.
I thought to myself while zoned out in front of my locker. Quinn hasn't been around. Even if I didn't see her at the club meetings, I would've at least seen her in one of my classes or in the hallway. We've always had our differences for the past two years but after she got a new haircut, she seemed fine. At peace even. I noted that I should find her whereabouts later and move on to more pressing matters. College. Kurt and I vowed that we would apply to NYADA but now we had to find extracurricular activities to fill in our applications.
So much was running through my head at the moment that I had to close my eyes and concentrate on what books I needed for my next class.
Oh! Honors English.
I reached for my lit book on the top shelf of, thinking of the other challenge; getting Charlie to join Glee club. At first, I found her to be a potential friend but now that she's a cheerio, sporting their notorious high ponytails, crisp clean wrinkle free uniforms and impeccably clean white sneakers. I hardly believe she would even talk to me. If she is as great as Sam says then it would be great to have her become part of our team.
I quickly fixed my hair then closed my locker when I spotted Finn coming towards me. I leaned against my locker patiently waiting for him. The thing with Finn is he'll never give up on us. And that just shows that he loves me that much more. No matter how much I tried to avoid him, I never want him to give up.
"Hey Rach," he said, shooting me his lopsided smile I've come to love so much.
I flashed a smile back as I straighten up a little. "Hello Finn. What can I do for you?"
He shifted on his feet like he was a little boy getting caught doing something he wasn't suppose to do. "Nothing just wanted to see if I could walk you to your class. Maybe carry your books for you?" he shyly asked.
I would have said yes but right now I had to focus and get my head together. I had to push our impending conversation aside and strategize how I was going to get Charlie on the team. I sighed heavily as I shook my head. "That would be lovely but…I just need time to think about other things and I use that time by walking to classes. Another time though?" I placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it comfortingly. "You understand right?"
He nodded, trying to smile. "Yeah don't worry Rach…uh…next time."
You could hear the disappointment in his voice. He made me feel like such a villain. I hesitantly turned around and left because if I stood there any longer I would break and let him walk me to class.
Charlie POV:
"You must really love her," I spoke from behind mystery boy.
He jumped, startled by my presents. "Uh…yeah." There was a short period of awkward silence that looked like it bothered him. "So you're the new girl?" he lamely asked. He was probably mentally kicking his ass for that question.
I laughed, trying to clear any uncertainty or nervousness he was feeling. "Apparently I am unless there's another new kid in this school."
He chuckled, catching my humor. "Sorry that was a dumb question. I'm Finn Hudson. We're in Spanish and history class together," he claimed as he reached out his hand. I eyed it before taking it.
"Charlie Garcia. New girl but you already knew that," I joked.
He smiled. "Yeah…so can I walk you to class?"
I looked him over once. He seemed harmless and I would feel like a real bitch if I rejected him after another girl just did. We were going to the same class after all. "Sure why not."
We turned around and headed to class. "How do you like McKinley so far?" he asked.
"It's ok. You probably know already but I made a great first impression with the jocks. Finn laughed as he nodded. "People around here are sure into labels though."
Finn rubbed the back of his neck, nervously chuckling at my comment. "Yeah it's either you're jock, punk rocker, band geek, gleek (Glee geek), nerd, part of the asian crowd, stoner, bully who isn't a jock just badass that hangs out with stoners occasionally, skater, loner who isn't really a loner because they stick together with other loners, cheerleader, or snobby rich kid."
I stopped and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. "What about you then? You're a jock but you're also in Glee. So what are you?
He put his hands in his pockets, thinking about it for a second. "Just a regular guy neither a jock nor Glee geek," he answered honestly.
"Good answer. Not a lot of people like you believe that. I, on the other hand, don't believe in labels either." I announced as we continued walking.
He smiled again. "Really? So…" he dragged out. "If I asked you to join Glee club, would you?"
"Wait how do you know if I'm even good enough?" I asked with a light laugh.
He had a guilty face when I looked up at him. "One of the members maybe, sort of heard you in the auditorium yesterday."
What? Oh god no!
I groaned as we entered class, purposely leaving Finn without an answer. When Mr. Schue began talking about his lesson for today, I carefully ripped out a small piece of paper, wrote a quick message then passed it to Finn.
He looked me oddly before reading the note. While he was reading, a smile spread across his face. He wrote on the paper and passed it back. Under what I wrote I read his message and smiled.
I'll think about it but I'm not making any promises.
Thanks you're really awesome.
Finn POV:
I sat at the usual table while everyone else was piling in the café, either heading to the lunch line or to an empty table.
I waved when I spotted Kurt angrily walking towards me with a worried Blaine, who had blue stains on his shirt, right behind him. "I can't believe we're still considered losers at this school. It's just not fair," Kurt slammed down his tray as he sat next to me. He turned to Blaine. "I'm so sorry you had to experience that."
Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Kurt its fine; now the color matches my sunglasses," he joked. His attempt to lighten the mood wasn't working for Kurt. I had to agree with my brother though. It wasn't fair how as a team we got harassed especially Rach.
I slammed my fist on the table, feeling the anger rising in me. "No dude. It's not cool, the slushies have to stop," I firmly stated.
"Easy bro haven't you heard of anger management class?" Puck slyly commented, slipping in his seat after Sam. "What's up?" he asked, stealing a few fries from Mike before he got to sit down.
"Blaine got his first slushie," I explained.
Puck shook his head. "Shits fucked up. I thought people would mature over the summer."
Rachel walked up to the end of the table and placed her book down. "Apparently not," she said disappointedly. "We need to show people how great we really are. Show them how much fun Glee club is."
Man she looked so hot when taking control. Stop Finn. Stop thinking about how hot she is.
"Rachel I approve the outfit. The beige dress with black stockings is so this year and the black belt is a great touch," Kurt praised.
She smiled brightly at the comment then smoothed her outfit out. "Why thank you Kurt."
"Yeah yeah yeah you look good Berry. Can we talk about how we'll win Sectionals?" Santana stated, lazily picking at today's mystery meat.
Artie wheeled between Rachel and Brittany. "We have to survive lunch first," he cautiously said.
As everyone was talking about Sectionals, I kept trying not to stare at Rachel; who looked zoned out, but it was hard. She's gorgeous. And yeah her boobs are small but when we were going out, she would let me touch them and they felt awesome. Wait what was I talking about again? Oh yeah Rachel zoning out. "Rach are you okay?" I spoke up, causing everyone to stop and look at her too.
She kept quite until she flashed her mega watt smile and snapped her fingers. "I got it!"
"What?" Tina asked confused at the sudden outburst.
Rachel took out her bejeweled pink ipod and ran to the lunch ladies. She briefly talked to them before they smiled and nodded.
Soon, "We Got the Beat" by the Go-Go's filled the cafeteria.
Rachel jumped on the table and started singing. Brittney and Santana joined right after her as they jumped up on the table and danced.
See the people walking down the street,
Fall in line just watching all their feet.
They don't know where they wanna go.
They're walking in time.
They got the beat.
They got the beat.
They got the beat.
Yeah, they got the beat.
Santana sang and walked on the table like it was her runway.
All the kids just getting out of school,
They can't wait to hang out and be cool.
Hang around 'til quarter after twelve,
That's when they fall in line.
Tina, Kurt and Mike jumped on the tables too and started dancing.
They got the beat.
They got the beat.
Kids got the beat.
Yeah, kids got the beat.
Brittney sang across the cheerios table. Ben Irasel was filming her every move as she down their table, dropping trays.
Go-go music really makes us dance.
Do the pony puts us in a trance.
Do the watusi just give us a chance.
That's when we fall in line.
I grabbed my drumsticks and played my drum solo. Man did it feel awesome!
Cause we got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
Yeah we got it.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
Everyone from the club started clapping. Puck and Mike went on the lunch tables too while Tina, Mercedes, Kurt, Sam; who was pushing Artie with him, Blaine and Sugar danced around the cafe. I think Mike even slapped his butt to the beat. Weird.
Rachel, Santana and Brittney all looped their arms around each other, continuing to sing.
Everybody get on your feet.
We got the beat.
We know you can dance to the beat.
We got the beat.
Jumpin' get down.
Round and round and round.
Woo!
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
We got the beat.
Yeah!
We got the beat!
Rachel POV:
I jumped off the table once I saw Charlie walking into the cafeteria and towards the lunch line. I cut through people, politely excusing myself and stood next to her.
"Hello Charlie right? I'm Rachel Berry." I politely introduced myself.
She glanced at me as she passed various things available for lunch today. "Hey I know who you are already and I can only think of one reason you're talking to me," she casually stated without so much of another glance towards me. She finally decided to pick up today's god-awful mystery meat and moved with the line.
Looking at the floor, I aimlessly play with my hands. "I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me. No one would've done such a noble thing especially for me."
"You seem like a cool, pretty girl and from what I've heard an amazing singer too. Don't let anyone tell you think different okay?"
I nodded, placing some of my hair behind my ear and processed what she said. No girl has ever told me I looked pretty and admitted to my outstanding talent before. I was honestly loss for words. "Thank you." I hesitated. "So about Glee club," I threw into the conversation.
"I told Finn…" she began, causing me to look down and wait for the rejection. "I'll try out but no promises," she smiled. My head snapped up in shock as I registered what she said. I excitedly grabbed her hand and jumped up, ecstatic by the news.
"You're truly exceptional. You won't regret it!" I exclaimed.
My happiness was short lived when Taylor cut in front of me with two other cheerios. "Well if it isn't Rachel Berry; who thinks she's going to be a future Broadway star, but will always be a nobody," she said sadly with a fake pout, earning a few snickers from the other cheerios. "Who do you think you are talking to a fellow cheerio? Did you forget your place?"
"Taylor I was simply conversing with Charlie. No harm nor foul in that right?" I properly stated.
Her and her groupies snickered when they shared looks amongst each other. She lifted up her diet coke, taking a long sip before talking again. "Let me tell you this very slowly. We're popular and you aren't."
"Leave Berry alone Taylor. Don't you have some purging to do," Santana surprisingly spoke up from behind me with Brittney faithfully by her side.
"Yeah you're being very mean," she inputted.
"Stay out of it. No one wants to hear you too lesbians!" She snapped.
Santana stiffened at the word. "Listen bitch, Britts and I are just best friends. Stop lying through your lipstick stained teeth."
Taylor waved her hand dismissively. "Sure whatever. You two better respect me since I am head cheerleader. I still can't believe coach let you two losers back on the team," she whined before turning her attention back to me. "Anyway Rachel. People like you should know your place," she stated in a matter of fact way before lifting her soda and pouring it on me. I heard the cafeteria erupt in laughter, as I stood there humiliated and mortified. "Someone needs to take the garbage out!" Taylor yelled loudly, laughing along with everyone.
"Enough!" Charlie growled. "I'm so sick of people like you Taylor so full of yourself and a downright uptight bitch. I don't like people talking for me and I don't like you or anyone picking on my friend."
Everyone stopped talking or laughing, paying close attention to what was happening. Shock graced everyone's face, even Taylor's jaw slightly dropped. "You must have hit your head. You're friends with us Charlotte not her," she spat.
"It's Charlie for the last time! And no I didn't hit my head. You heard me correctly. The only person who's getting hit is you, if you don't stop while you're ahead."
"Pshh you wouldn't hit me! But fine be friends with the schools troll," she said with disgust.
As soon as those words spilled out of Taylor's mouth, Charlie punched her right in the nose. Now I know I don't encourage or favor violence but I just couldn't fight the urge to smile. Taylor had this coming. Her shrills filled the cafeteria; she was so loud that I could barely hear the gasps from the other people, witnessing what happened. Charlie turned away from her, "Come on Rachel," she said and I obediently followed.
"You bitch! You're ruined in this school. You just went to the bottom of the social status," she screamed but Charlie just kept walking with her head held high.
Taylor must have been charging towards us when I heard Finn yell watch out. I turned around and saw food being thrown towards us but instead was poorly aimed towards the jocks. They immaturely yelled "Food fight!" and the whole cafeteria erupted in a disastrous war of food being flung. I felt Charlie quickly grab my hand as we ran out of the cafe. When we reached safety, we turned to each other, bursting out with laughter.
As our laughter died down, there was silence. "I…I can't believe you punched Taylor," I stated in awe.
"Why? She deserved it," she shrugged.
I placed my hands behind my back as we wandered the halls. "Very true but I'm not a fan of violence."
"Noted. So about Glee club…I'll come by after school if I don't get suspended or something."
I nodded, preoccupied by my other thoughts. "Did you mean it when you said we are friends?" I asked cautiously.
"Yes of course. I don't say things I don't mean Rachel." When she said that I smiled brightly, happy that I gained a great new friend.
We turned the corner and I saw Quinn with a bunch of scary looking girls leaning against lockers but she wasn't the Quinn I've known. She wore black cargo pants, black crop top that showed off her Ryan Seacrest tattoo and pink dyed hair. "Quinn?" I asked.
She turned and the smile that was on her face fell, replaced by a bitchy facial expression. "What do you want Rachel?" she asked annoyed.
"What happened to you?" I asked lost for words.
"Nothing it's my new look," she nonchalantly said as she turned to Charlie. "And you are?"
"Charlie. I'm new here."
Quinn nodded. "I see," she turned to me. "Getting new recruits for Glee club huh? Bad idea Charlie. Glee club only ruins you especially when you're a cheerio." She eyed her. I think I saw a hint of jealousy flashed through her eyes.
I looked at Charlie, who seemed uninterested in what Quinn was telling her. "I think I'll be the judge of that."
Quinn laughed quietly to herself. "Suit yourself. Your funeral…anyway things to wreck, people to bully, money to steal and people to avoid," she casually stated.
I stepped forward. "Wait will you be coming back to Glee?" I asked.
She kept walking, not staring even a glance towards me. "I'm done with Glee, Rachel. The shanks are my true friends and this is where I belong."
Who here thinks Blaine should get slushied? I love him but seriously he's not officially part of New Directions unless he is slushied. Hope everyone is surviving the Glee hiatus. I know I'm barely pulling through the days; if it wasn't for my best friend I don't know what I would do. lol. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and keep a look out for the next. It's already written. I just need to revise it. Good? Bad? Please Review! Thanks and Peace & Love ^_^