This is a completely different chapter two to those who have read the original. This starts the very next day so no confusion k!
In the six minute interval between the bell signaling the end of AP Calculus and the bell signaling the beginning of AP American Literature, Rachel Berry was dowsed with yet another slushie and had a strangely significant epiphany, which would inevitably cause the demise of the social structure of McKinley High School. For she had finally realized what so many cruel comments, slushie attacks and pure loathing had failed to do so before. There was only one solution to end all this animosity seeping towards her from her fellow pupils, she would have to become the one thing she had vowed to never become…normal. So what better way to begin the long process that would take her from social pariah to Miss Popularity than by accepting Satan's proposal of friendship and all the benefits that came with it.
So during AP American Literature, Rachel was formulating a ten-step plan which would allow her to catch that ever elusive popularity and dominate McKinley High School. First step was to enlist the troops, Santana, Brittney and possibly Noah, as well as a couple of the Glee members, preferably those she could actually stand. Second was to completely and irrevocably get over her crush on Finn once and for all, a detox of sorts.
Her thinking process was interrupted at the sound of someone clearing their throat, glancing up she saw Noah standing awkwardly by the classroom door. She smiled hesitantly at him and was amazed to see him smile back, well it was more like a smirk but you take what you can get when it comes to Puckerman.
"Berry class is over, you would know if you weren't daydreaming about being Mrs. Finn Hudson and tall, thesaurus-thumping children." Noah commented sarcastically.
"I was not doing such a thing," Rachel defended herself, "I was simply coming up with baby names for your child. It was on between Myfatherisencorrigible and Daddyisntagoodjew."
"The fuck is wrong with you, I'm a shitastic Jew. I go to temple every other month and watch Shindler`s list every Sunday with grandma Puckerman." Noah countered.
Rachel stood up and grabbed her backpack walking towards the classroom door, "Sure Noah, you would be a prime example of a good Jew, if it wasn't for the copious amounts of sex you have with married women, you impregnating the virginal head Cheerio, dip and your undying affection for slushies and dumpsters," Rachel said, humor taking most of the sting out of her words.
"I`m in my Prime baby," Puck objected, as they reached Rachel's locker. "Let`s not let my good lucks and charm go to waste."
Finn Hudson was on a mission. He was out to inflict pain on a certain traitor. The day before sectionals Finn had completely lost everything, and it was all her fault. Not only had she opened his eyes to the fact that his girlfriend was impregnated with the spawn of fucking Satan, she had turned her back on him and had comforted Quinn and Puck. Quinn and Puck, the reason his world had done a complete one-eighty, she had defended Quinn and had scolded Finn for beating on Puck. She had joined the growing list of people that had let him down, Rachel, who he had once thought was above all of that. If that wasn't a reason for revenge, what was?
He saw her legs first, sticking out of that ridiculous black skirt, but as his gaze trailed on he saw Puck leaning against her locker, looking at her the way Finn used to. Finn anger rose to new heights and his grip around the cup tightened. He saw red when Puck brushed a hair back from her cheek, and he heard Rachel giggle. Puck was trying to steal everything from Finn, Rachel was his first, it didn't matter if he didn't want her right now, she was his.
He walked purposefully towards them, thinking of the perfect way to get them both. So intent on his revenge that it took him a while to notice and approaching Santana and Brittney. The Latina was glaring at him with suspicion, and she started walking a little bit faster, pulling the blonde along. Finn reached Rachel's locker first, and had lifted the cup for the perfect aim, when Puck caught sight of him and took and instinctive step back, pulling Rachel towards him, just as Santana stopped in front of Finn.
It ended badly to say the least. Santana was yelling murder, blue slushie covering her from head to toe and Finn found himself currently staring up at the ceiling Puck looming over him. "What the fuck is your deal Hudson?" Puck was yelling, slamming a fist against Finn's upper lip. Finn pushed Puck off him, and stood, up a hand against his bleeding lip. "Rachel didn't do shit to you,"
"She's a fucking bitch!" Finn yelled back, aware of the crowd forming around them. "She's just like Quinn, a slut." With that Puck lunged himself on Finn, both of them falling to the floor. Puck's fist connected with Finn's face and Finn rammed a fist in Puck's stomach. Finn felt as Puck was lifted off of him, but not before sending a quick kick to Finn's side.
Matt and Mike were restraining Puck, as Mr. Shue was helping Finn to his feet, a look of disappointment on his face. Finn snatched his arm out of Mr. Shue`s grip and looked over Mike's shoulder at a crying Rachel. "This is all your fault," Finn cried out, before making his way through the gathered crowd, Mr. Shue following close behind.
If someone had told Santana that she would have had ended up taking a slushie to the face a week ago, she would have laughed in your face and proceed to drop-kick your ass, before spreading malicious rumors that would haunt you for the rest of your freakin life. After all stick and stones will break your bones but rumors last forever…so don't fuck with Santana Lopez. See if there were three things that Santana was sure about, three things that would never happen to her, getting slushied was number-fucking-one. But alas, it seems that karma was a bitch, and it had come back to bite her in the ass, with a vengeance.
Number three on the list of things that would never fucking happen was currently washing the remnants of slushie out of her hair and going on and on about how Santana had taken a metaphorical bullet for her and what not. Santana resisted the urge to tell Berry to shut her face, and simply choose to keep silent. Wasn't there a saying, if you don't have anything nice to say shut your trap or something like that? Besides she didn't like the tears that were falling down the diva's face, you don't kick a friend when there down, no matter how tempted.
"Here ya go," Brittney said, walking into the restroom an extra cheerio uniform in arms. Santana smiled at the blonde and reached for the pink towel Berry was offering. She looked up at the brunette and inwardly groaned at the hurt currently written all over Rachel's face. She had seen the effect Finn's words had had on Berry. The way she looked so shocked and betrayed. It scared Santana, how much she had begun to care about how the midget felt.
"So do we have a plan of action?" Brittney asked, jumping up and down in excitement, "We could get Rooster to attack Finn."
"Who's Rooster?" Rachel asked, looking confused. A look so often directed towards the blonde.
"My duck."
"You have a duck named Rooster?"
"And a cat named Fish."
Can we get back to the fact that Finn Hudson just slushied me," Santana said, annoyance lacing her voice. "Who the fuck does golden boy think he is, slushing me, Santana Fucking Lopez, head cheerio and top dog of McKinley."
"Technically, he was trying to slushie me and you placed yourself in slushie range." Rachel contradicted her, but wisely didn't continue after the look Santana sent her way.
"Finn Hudson needs to be taught a lesson, and humiliating him in the process wouldn't hurt," Santana replied, "We need to teach him he can't mess with me, or my friends."
Rachel gasped beside her, causing Santana to jump, "What the hell Berry?"
"You used the F word in conjunction with my name." Rachel said, making Santana smile inwardly. Santana would never admit it but the idea of having Rachel as a friend wasn't that bad, if you take away her horrid taste in clothes and her need to keep that mouth flapping.
"Your my friend Rachel Berry, so deal with it."
"Yeah, deal with it." Brittney seconded, wrapping her arms around Rachel. "We're like triplets, sucks that you're not a cheerio, then we could have been like twins.
Santana looked at Brittney, focusing particularly on her last sentence. Not the triplets part, or the twins, but the cheerio part. That would be interesting. "Yeah, what a shame."
"So did anyone else notice the way Puck was totally defending Rachel's honor?"
After school, Rachel drove straight home and into her closet, determination and excitement coursing through her body. Rachel tucked her long, dark brown hair behind her ears and swigged her daddy`s fine vintage red wine from the crystal tumbler staring intently at her closet hoping to find the perfect outfit for her new persona, an outfit that would complement her new role. For she choose to view this as preparation for her future acting career as a Broadway superstar, a stepping stone per say. She glanced at the numerous plaid skirts aligning her closet and quickly realized they had to go, the new Rachel Berry wouldn't dare wear them. Also in the reject pile were her hand-made sweaters, made especially for her from Nonna Petrude, and any other clothes with an animal on the front.
Rachel quickly realized that other than her performance dresses and a solitary pair of black skinny jeans, her closet was empty while the donation boxes near her bed had increased from one to four. She sighed and walked towards her dresser, opening the drawers only to be accosted by undergarments that were too old-fashioned for New Rachel. Her clothes were in dire need of a makeover and she was completely hopeless when it came to fashion.
She grabbed her phone from her bed stand and searched the contacts until reaching the desired fashionista. This was an emergency and who better by you side than McKinley's version of Marc Jacobs.
"Why Rachel, this is a pleasant surprise," came the somewhat girly voice that belonged to Kurt Hummel. "Is there something you require for Glee Club?"
"Actually I need your help on something quite personal, involving clothes and New Rachel." Rachel replied nervously, fidgeting with a lock of hair. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall. With me of course."
There was a moment of silence before Rachel blurted out, "I understand if you don`t want to I mean we aren't even really friends and after the sad-hooker-clown incident I should be questioning your judgment and I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to go with me because of our past arguments and..."
"Rachel," Kurt said loudly, cutting her off. "I`ll meet you at the mall in thirty minutes okay."
"Okay."
"So this New Rachel, explain." Kurt asked, holding two bags in one hand and a iced coffee in the other. Rachel smiled, truly glad she had called Kurt for advice. He had been an unstoppable force as soon as they had met up at the mall dragging her from store to store and making her try out several outfits and deciding on five pair of jeans, ranging from blue jeans to a pair of tight black skinny jeans, that Kurt had claimed were a necessity for her new look. Six new tops, none with animal prints of course, and a quick stop at Victoria Secret produced seven undies and matching bras, two with animal prints and one a transparent goldish one that Rachel had been forced to buy from an overeager Kurt.
"I`m sick of being the girl that constantly gets slushied by the jocks. The girl the cheerio`s constantly torture because of my lack of fashion sense or the fact that I can sing. I don't want to look back and realize that High School was a complete abyss of suffering and constant self-loathing."
"Wow I didn't realize...I mean you're always so confident and smiley but I get where you're coming from. Look at me, I joined the football team in order to make my father believe I`m actually a normal, straight boy. I try to hide my true self from my father in order to not disappoint him."
"I guess we are both just trying to fit in," Rachel replied, sending Kurt a shy smile of comradely. "To bad we can`t be accepted for the totally awesome Divas we are."
Kurt smiled and quickly hugged Rachel, surprising the brunette. "At least we don`t have to pretend around each other." Rachel nodded in affirmation, taking a sip of her smoothie trying to hide the grin threatening to burst.
"Rach, I know we`ve had our differences but I`ve realized that maybe we can be friends. I mean other than your god awful sense of style and you chasing after my dream future husband, there is nothing wrong with you."
"Wow, to offers of friendship within twenty-four hours, must be my lucky day." Rachel whispered to herself. She didn't know whether to be frightened or happy that the offers had come from Santana and Kurt. "Both," she said aloud.
"What are you whispering about?"
"Nothing."