A/N: Uggh guys, sorry for being so shitty. I got discouraged by my lack of love for this season of Glee.

Personally I'm going for the movie rule. The first ones awesome, then they make a sequel and it SUCKS ASS, but then they make a third one and it's good again. CROSS YOUR FINGERS!

Disclaimer: I know y'all think I own Glee, I don't. Sorry for misleading you to thinking I was awesome.

Showface Chapter Fourteen: The Girl Who Cried Spy

The Next Day…

"Why so glum, Lover Boy?" Santana commented snidely as Puck huffed in the room, an annoyed look on his face. "Did you're girl break up with you for being so clingy? Not surprised, it's annoying as hell." Kurt rolled his eyes from where he sat next to Finn. Santana had been a pissy mood ever since Alicia got top of the pyramid for Cheerios; snappy remarks were just one of the perks of talking to her nowadays.

"S'matter with you San? PMSing again?" Puck shot back half-heartedly, plopping down next to Quinn while she gave him a look of disgust. Finn turned around to face him.

"Any news 'bout Rachel?" The atmosphere had gone from casual to tense, and everyone who had tried to ignore the pessimism that was Santana and Puck were definitely paying attention now.

"Yep," He said indifferently, clapping his hands to his thighs. "She's not coming back. Like, ever. Not like we need her though." Finn looked confused and opened his mouth to act what Puck meant, but he cut him off. "She's got herself a boyfriend." Alicia who had been flipping through sheet music by the piano, disregarding the plotting perked up immediately, nearly dropping all the paper on the floor.

"Who?" She said, letting her mask drop for just one moment before correcting herself. "I-I mean, what's his name?"

"Christian." Her eyes went wide, and they could her teeth grinding together in frustration.

"You know what?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I've… I gotta go… pick up my costume, I'll be back… maybe." She explained hurriedly, making her way out of the room. Quinn raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything.

"Yeah," Puck continued, completely unfazed. "Apparently she's like really happy there or something," He struggled to sound lethargic as he kept his face unexpressive. "Oh well, I mean we got Leech right? See's who's laughing when we beat them at Regionals." No one in the room seemed particularly convinced by his act, but everyone just went back to what they were doing before until Mr. Schue walked in ten minutes late, as per usual.

Rachel gazed at her reflection in the shiny wood surface of the bar Christian had just wiped down, trying to get her hair to part slightly to the left like she liked it. She was the only one sitting at the bar, it being about nine o'clock at Breadsticks, so she got both excellent service and a very chatter bartender. She's knows lots of people say she talked more than she should, but she had a feeling this girl could go on for hours without any response for her. It wasn't until she finally interrupted her merely to say "Shirley Temple, please," did she finally pause to even acknowledge her. Rachel twirled the cherry stem in her lips, staring at the clock as the hurt bartender whipped out her cell phone.

Rachel absolutely hated waiting for Christian's late shifts to end, she did meet a many rare people here. Just last night she had a conversation with a man that was completely wasted, rambling on about the time he swam with whales for a documentary on Discovery Channel. She's not sure if he was telling the truth, but he did make very impressive imitation of the Humpback, Right, and Sperm whale. At the moment she and Christian had an ongoing bet on whether or not she'd meet a movie director one night, and have the bar at Breadsticks be her gateway to fame.

Rachel heard the bell at the front of the restaurant jingle and she turned to see if it was the last of the costumers heading out, but the woman dressed in bright orange overalls was still sitting alone at her booth, ice water pressed against her forehead. Rachel turned her head back to the bar, thinking it must have been one of the employees going home, but then she heard a voice coming from the other side of the room.

"Oh. My. God. What are you doing here?" Rachel whipped her head around, recognizing the voice immediately. Alicia stood by the kitchen door, clicking her designer heels impatiently. Rachel's eyes narrowed in annoyance, as Alicia's eyebrows shot up expectantly, waiting for an answer.

Rachel rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar, taking a sip of her drink before answer, just for good measure. "I'm waiting for Christian to finish his shift," She twirled her straw in the soda, and placed her cherry stem next to it absentmindedly. "We're going to see a movie." Out of the corner of her eye she saw annoyance flash across Alicia's face, and then it was masked by a smirk. She put her hands on her hips, letting them sway as she strutted over to where Rachel was sitting. She stood as close as she could possibly get, until she was towering over Rachel, forcing her to look up.

"Yeah," She said coolly. "He likes to do that with his girlfriend's." Rachel was unimpressed.

"Why, did you use to date him?" She asked, in a mildly sarcastic tone, before taking another sip or her drink.

Alicia gritted her teeth together again. "Still am." Rachel felt the straw drop from her mouth as her head snapped in Alicia's direction, trying to read her and see if she was lying, but there wasn't a trace of insincerity in her expression, though there was just about everything else. Rachel felt her face drop, right alone with her stomach, and suddenly she didn't feel so smug anymore, in fact, she felt like she was going to be sick. She clutched herself, trying to keep it together, while Alicia continued to grin nastily before taking a sip of Rachel's drink, and walking away cockily.

She heard the kitchen door swing open as the front door jingled, and Christian enter just as Alicia walked out. He walked over and placed a kiss on her temple, who was still sitting shock still, clutching her stomach. "Sorry babe, had to take out the trash. Meet anyone awesome tonight?"

"Yo Satan?" Artie asked from next to Mercedes. "Where's Leech?"

Santana turned to face Artie in disgust. "Why would I know where she is? I hate that girl." A silence filled the room, broken only by the murmurs of Kurt and Quinn in the corner, discussing hairstyles. Then they heard the clicking of shoes coming down the hall, getting louder and louder. They all turned to face the door, expecting to see the loud Latina, but were greeted instead by and obviously unsettled Rachel Berry.

She walked right to the front of the room without any further explanation and launched right into a speech before anyone even had the time to react. "Okay, I know I am no longer a part of New Directions, as I don't live here anymore, and am not currently attending this school. And while I don't want any of you to be under the impression that I plan on returned or that my loyalty still lies with you, I have returned for a short period of time, but only so I can tell you about something that has been bothering me for quite a while now. It is not because I don't want my team to win; I simply do not want my team to win by cheating. Do you understand?" Mr. Schue was standing at full attention, and the entire room was staring at her with wide eyes.

"Is this a dream?" Brittany asked distantly. Rachel sighed, her shoulder slumping slightly before she drew them back up again.

"Alicia's a spy. She's really the female lead of Aural Intensity. She's only here to mess you guys up." Everyone was silent.

"Why should we believe you?" Puck asked loudly, staring her right in the eye. Rachel, who had been trying to avoid looking at him, darted her eyes back in forth. "You could be faking." Her eyes filled with irritation.

"Why shouldn't you believe me?" She countered frostily.

"Because. You're not on this team anymore, you don't care about us. The only reason you probably telling us this is so we kick out the one member on this team that can help us beat you." He said angrily, leaning forward.

"He's right Rachel, that girl can sing." Mercedes agreed heatedly, before looking Rachel up and down. "Probably better than you can."

Hurt flashed across Rachel's face. No one had ever straight up said someone was better than at the one thing she felt she could do better than anyone. She bit her lip, trying not to be distracted. "But, I'm not lying." Her voice wavered and she hated it. This is what she got for trying to help them.

Mr. Schue stood up slowly from the piano, putting a hand on Rachel's shoulder. She was almost glad he didn't say something rude or kick her out angrily, he just said "I think you should go now," quietly in her ear. One hand on her back he lead her out to door like a misled child as Rachel fought hard not to turn around to see the expression on Puck's face. She wasn't sure she wanted to know anyway.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness, I sorta just forced myself to write this out of nowhere. Anyway, only three more chapters until this story is finished and I can move onto something a little more up-to-date! (Well technically three chapters and an epilogue, but.. ya know…)

-xoxo SIL xoxo