Author's Note:
So...I'm pretty sure...that some of you folks want to slap me upside the head for being late once again. *cowers slightly in the corner* But hey I did warn you guys that I'm a person of laziness. *shrug* But no matter! I am back from the dead and hopefully over summer break I can stop being a pile of sluggish crap.
Anyways, Outlast 2. Yeah I'm just going to ramble a few moments right now before you can continue with the story. However, you may proceed and skip my note if you'd like to. Anyways, I'm late as hell but Outlast 2 is the coolest yo. Like I'm mildly horrified by the sound track and some of the gore, but eh. The creepy noises just get to me. My fault for simultaneously enjoying and shrieking out of fear from the jump scares. Also, what about Val huh? I'm sorry that I'm not sorry that I find her attractive because of her craziness and not so subtle sexual hunger. It gives me goose bumps thinking about it.
I also have other story ideas that have popped into my head over the months. I don't know if you guys are aware of this, but I'm an OC character kind of gal. So basically, I have OC story ideas for movies like Cracks, Divergent, Matrix, Pitch Perfect, and Train To Busan. There's also a few TV shows that I would like my OC's to venture in such as Person of Interest and Riverdale (but mostly just Glee ideas). Also OC for the video game Outlast 2.
Guess what guys! I'm also a Cadet Petty Officer 3rd Class in high school. I know what you're thinking...these navy ranks have odd and unusual names. For example, I was previously a Cadet Seaman and before that, a Cadet Seaman Apprentice. It's...yeah...I'll just let your imagination run wild...
Okay I'll end the misery for all of you.
So, everyone, I present to you a gift from me to you.
Warning: Randomness
"I should call her right?" I ask myself, walking back and forth across my porch with my phone in hand as Rachel and Santana try their best to sit as far away from each other as they can on the stairs. Brittany sat at the very bottom edge of the steps, cradling the impressively large cat that is Lord Tubbington on her lap. The two cheerleaders showed up unannounced an hour after Rachel had arrived for moral support, claiming to have no money for food and immediately went directly to my house (how do they know where I live?) to raid my kitchen.
After entering the choir room just two days prior, I was nearly run over by the fleeing one hundred twenty five pounds that is Dakota Stanley. I found out that Rachel Berry had fired the former Broadway understudy and maybe in the process of looking around the room I spotted the Unholy Trinity shifting uncomfortably on their feet while intensely gazing at the short brunette. And can I say, I have impeccable detecting skills and...also just basic common sense that the trio was very much turned on by the stand Rachel had taken. I'm just glad and...disappointed; maybe for the reason that I was able to not be in pain down there, but also that I missed what was probably Rachel's greatest Berry slam moment. I can just imagine that confident grin and twinkling eyes she must have had. Darn it! Stupid dentist appointment!
"Yes Lexi, for the benefit of you and your sister's relationship, I strongly advise that you contact her as of this instance." Rachel gives me an encouraging smile, effectively slowing my heart beat and my racing thoughts.
Santana groans loudly. "Really midget?" She raises an incredulous eyebrow at said girl. "Even outside of school you talk more than what is necessary."
"Santana, I understand that I have an extensive vocabulary, but what I said was merely a single sentence. And it's not my fault that you have been burdened with frequent mood swings." The singer counters with a huff, crossing her arms over her argyle sweater.
"Are you saying I was punished by god and given the curse of the bitch?" The brunette cheerleader laughs dryly as she stands up, placing her hands on her hips and a scowl soon on her face. I glance between the two. Well that escalated very quickly. Rachel grimaces at her choice of words.
"N-no. Of course not! I just assumed that you're on that time of month- "
"I'm not on my freaking period!"
I watch with wide eyes as Rachel jumps up with a squeak before dashing into my house. My eyes widen even more when Brittany suddenly raises her voice. "Santana Lopez! What did I say to you about being nicer to her?!" My attention jumps to her; she now stands in front of the shorter cheerleader with Lord Tubbington still in her hands. Okay what the hell...the cat is literally glaring at Santana. Dude, that cat is giving me mad predator vibes.
"She started it." The brunette cheerleader pouted, looking down at the floor. I shake my head in disbelief. Okay, I know Santana has a soft side...but damn. That pout is so adorable.
"Santana." The blonde presses her lips in a thin line, the sound of her white tennis shoe impatiently tapping against the wooden floor making her more intimidating.
"Fine, I'm going, but I'm not gonna like it." Santana whines loudly, grumbling under her breath. The cheerleader stomps her way to the door, her red cheerleading skirt bouncing along with her loud movements.
As soon as the door clicks shut, the blonde turns to me with a bright smile after putting Lord Tubbington on the floor. "Now, Francis, call Little Diaz and tell her you're really really really really sorry. And VOILA!" She yells, snapping her fingers. "That's all it takes for you guys to be happy again!" She steps towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders.
I look at her with my jaw dropped.
Blinking, it takes a long process before I reply. "How do you know my second first name?" I manage to whisper in my state of shock.
Her eyes shine in amusement. She leans closer to my face causing me to stop breathing all together. She smirks mischievously, her breath ghosting against my lips as we're only inches apart. "Don't tell Lord T that I told you...but he eavesdropped on your conversation earlier with your Graham. So he told me. And I told you. But don't tell him I told you, alright?" I nod numbly before she places a tingling kiss on my temple.
Oh dear.
Why do my legs feel like jelly all of a sudden?
She suddenly giggles and lifts a finger up to my chin, successfully closing my open mouth. Oh shit...I probably look stupid as fuck. Dammit, flies could've flown into my mouth. The blush on my cheeks intensifies as seconds pass by while she leads me to the left side of the porch. "Come on, call your sister already. I'll be right here beside you." She tells me as we sit down on the bench swing. "And make sure that you don't trip and fall through a window." She chuckles "And trust me, we wouldn't want that to happen. Especially me." She winks flirtatiously at me.
...am I still alive...? Wait... Did that last part have a double meaning? I'm imagining things, right?
My phone rings in my hand, startling me from her intense stare. We both glance down at my phone; the letters E-C-H-O staring at me. "I guess your sister saved you the trouble of dialing her number." She whispers, grabbing my left hand in both of hers and squeezing it gently. I smile at her, feeling the way her thumbs brush over my hand in a calming matter. It soothes my nerves, yet the tingles that she's giving me easily make me feel so lightheaded. I inhale a shaky breath. "I'm right here."
Exhale...
"Hey Echo."
"...hey...Lexi..."
Closing my eyes, I feel Brittany squeeze my hand again and I let the words pour out. "I-I...really miss you kid..." I don't even realize the tears stinging my eyes until Brittany's fingers wipes at them carefully.
"I miss you too old lady."
A laugh erupts from my chest at the teasing remark, and the sound of Echo snorting horridly in the background has me laughing even more. Oh how I've missed this so much. At least now...as long as Brittany is with me and holding me in her arms...nothing will ruin this.
"I'm telling you, I wanted to punch him so badly."
"Why didn't you?" Brittany asks from beside me after enabling the speaker. After finally clearing the air, that some things have been bothering me greatly, excluding my feelings for particular people, I eventually introduced Brittany to Echo. And let me tell you...I'm kinda jealous that Brittany is not paying attention to me anymore. Seriously, I want some quality time with her too!
"Mom stopped me. I swear if Dad was there and he heard him, he would've told me-"
"You better spike him down under and up over." We said together as Brittany looks at the phone and me in confusion.
"What does it mean exactly?"
I shrug as Echo answers her. "Don't really know. He's kinda like that sometimes."
"Yeah." I nod. "One minute he makes perfectly good sense."
"Then the next minute it's like...what are you saying dude?"
"That reminds me of...well...me." Brittany adds, a frown on her face. I look at her questioningly. "That's so..." She pauses before a really huge full on grin appears on her face. "Cool! Does that mean I'm part of the family?" She whispers the question for only my ears to hear as Echo laughs through the phone.
"Uh..." A blush once again rises from its temporary grave. She's doing this purposely.
"Echo! It's time to go to bed! Talk to your sister tomorrow!" My mom's voice is heard. "One second Ma!" We hear Echo reply. "Well, you heard her old lady. I gotta get my beauty rest."
"Alrighty then. Stay safe and I love you kid."
"Love you too sis." I grin at the screen. "But, I love you more Brittany!" That grin disappears into disbelief as I hear my sister cackle before hanging up.
"That is so bogus." I mutter quietly to myself. But not quiet enough.
"Aw are you jealous of me?" Brittany gives me a shit eating grin that I try to ignore with indifference.
"Pffttt. Uh no. I'm...uh...the weather is just pissing me off." I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest. To be honest, I don't think my facial expressions are helping at all.
"You said the weather was great fifteen minutes ago." She raises an eyebrow at me. "Wait!" She suddenly says, her voice booming with excitement. "I know! You're not jealous of me...you're jealous of your sister!" She yells, jumping into my lap and throwing her arms over my neck, giving me a mini heart attack as the bench swings violently backward slightly. "That is super duper sweeeeeeet! Lexi-Francis, do you like me? Like really really ultra mega like me?" She teases, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck where warmth begins to make itself known. "You don't have to be embarrassed Lexi, cause I like you too." She says and everything around us seems to stop as she lifts her head off my shoulder and plants her lips firmly against mine. My eyes widen at her admition, but they shut close at the feeling of the tingling sensation she is causing me to feel. The blush from earlier spreads across my arms when I let out a really loud moan as I inhale the sweet tangerine scent that's flowing around her. Her arms wrap tighter around my neck as my hands find her hips and I grip onto them; there's a small opening of skin when her uniform shirt rises up and my fingers graze that area. I smirk into our kiss as she takes in a shivering breath. My smirk quickly disappears when she bites down on my lip, drawing another moan-
"Berry!" Santana's voice pierces through the air, effectively pulling me and the blonde girl in my lap out of the moment. We slowly turn our heads to look at each other with a similar thought.
Oh no...
What I see right now is...not at all what I was expecting.
We now stand in the kitchen, our gazes alternating between the two girls who had a misunderstanding earlier. The hell fire between them just turned into an unexplainable Katy Perry pastry landscape of some sort. I literally feel like I'm in an alternate universe. Because right there, at the edge of the island table was a sitting Santana who had her cheerleading top hanging by her neck that was currently not doing its job of covering female undergarments. The Latina had what I believe was a small portion of vanilla ice cream dripping down her toned stomach with the tub of said ice cream right beside her thigh. She looked at us in shock as we barged into the kitchen in all her disheveled glory and swollen lips. Along with that, there were small individual puddles of water all around the area where she sat. As well as a few cherries sprinkled around the table to the ground.
Rachel, on the other hand, was...is more...-she...she's in heaps of something. Between Santana's legs, Rachel stood like a statue with her hands grasping the cheerleader's hips. Her argyle sweater now acting as a tie around her own neck while Santana keeps her firm hold on it with her hands covered in whitish foam. The purple tank top the singer wore underneath was smeared with crap loads of whipped cream. And...there was a yellow spork stuck in her hair that's partially covered with bluish silly string. The funny thing is...her mouth opens and closes, but no words at all fall out.
This...is definitely awkward.
"We have a perfectly good explanation for all of this." The words tumble out of Rachel's mouth.
Rapid footsteps suddenly echo through the hallway.
Oh crap. Graham is gonna blow a gasket and I just wish and hope to god that a portal appears from beneath my feet and I fall through it to a safer place. I look down at the wooden floor and nothing happens. I sigh heavily. Well this is it I guess. I am royally screwed. I'm dead. Someone plan my funeral please.
"What the hell is going on here?" The question shakes me out of my thoughts.
All of our eyes widen in surprise. It's not Graham, but we're still dead either way...probably...more or less.
"Hello! Can one of you answer my simple question?" The person asks, making sure to glare at every single person in the room that was nervous...which was literally everyone. The glare impossibly hardening even more when they land on the two girls on and near the table.
Rachel and Santana avoid the question by redressing and situating themselves in picking up the mess they had created. Brittany and I glance at one another, not knowing which one of us had enough balls to answer the really uncomfortable topic.
I raise my hand hesitantly. The person rolls their eyes at me. "Yes, Lexi?" She asks, looking at me expectantly.
"Why does everyone know where I live?" I ask, suddenly scared that everyone I know from school is going to show up at my doorstep.
Quinn raises an eyebrow at me. "What?"
"Everyone in this room...well...with the exception of Rachel just showed up without telling me anything." I scratch the back of my neck nervously. "I'm questioning if I actually do live here or not since random people pop out of nowhere."
"Same though. I'm pretty sure Rae and San were about to fudge all over the place."
"Brittany, that's really inappropriate!" "Britt!"
I chuckle with the tall dancer as we watch there faces fill with an infinite amount of blush.
Quinn's glare intensifies causing me to choke on my own breath while Brittany mutters an apology. "Let's go people! Clean up all this nonsense before whoever the hell that has authority here comes back." Quinn orders us in her HBIC tone, that has my back going tense from the coldness of her voice. It's so cold in a hot dominant way...there is something wrong with my fucking mind. Another thought appears in my brain; she's only been here a minute and she's already caught up with what's happened...and I can't even catch up with my own life...that's just sad.
Everyone's cleaning the whole kitchen now after everyone pretty much got the sight of Pezberry shoved way back into their skulls. Rachel and Brittany were behind me on the floor, wiping the cabinet doors so that it doesn't look like a child had puked all over them. Quinn and Santana were silently working together as they swept the floor. My movements pause as I process the events that transpired today. It's so mind boggling. Actually...never mind...everyone can practically see the sexual tension a long time ago. When did that happen? Yet the real question is...how long has Quinn been outside the house?
"Quinn?" I say, scrubbing the counter top absentmindedly. The girl in question hums as she sweeps the fallen cherries into a dustpan that Santana held. "How do you know where I live?" I watch her movements carefully as her shoulders tense and she meets my curious gaze. My eyes flicker down towards her delicate hands for a split second, catching her knuckles whitening from her tight hold on the broom. She takes a calculated breath and loosens her grasp before meeting my eyes.
"I don't." She shakes her head. "I was just running through the neighborhood when I heard someone scream." She tells me with a firm tone as she finishes sweeping. Looking down at her attire, I just notice that she is wearing form fitting athletic wear that highlights her curves. I mentally slap my self in the face before forcing myself to stop being a pervert. Quinn deposits the broom in the corner just as Santana dumps unwanted contents into the trash bin and places the dust pan silently into the corner as well. "Let's go Santana." She announces and walks out the room without another word or a glance. Santana looks at all of us briefly, giving Brittany a barely there smile before following the captain out the door.
Shaking my head, I catch sight of numerous pairs of reddish footprints going in the direction that Quinn and Santana had gone. Oh my fucking- ...Lexi, calm down...it's just footprints that MAKE IT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE GOT MURDERED UP IN THIS BITCH! I continuously glare and growl at the dirty floor, not noticing that Brittany and Rachel are giggling at my clear frustration.
I don't really know what happened after that. Seriously, I just don't know. And it's been a week since the kitchen fiasco...so it's what? ...already nearing November. Damn, it feels like I've been in school for ages.
Anyways, Quinn has been really talkative lately considering that she practically ignores me in the hallways before. Now for some reason, whenever the two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity or Rachel walk up to me, she's suddenly around caring about what I do, who I talk to, every single thing.
I'm still confused on where we are. Is she planning something I don't know about? Is she pranking me? Does she even like me? The girl is still someone I have no absolute clue about. She's so sweet and then so scary. It's so fucking scary. Then, there's the thing with the stupid cords again and I think I'm losing my sanity ever so slowly. It's gonna eat me alive and not in a good way.
Two days ago, news around McKinley was spread that the Ice Queen had broken up with the Star Quarterback. I'm so slow I didn't even know that that news was spread two days ago. I only know a very tiny fraction of what happened after hearing Mike and Matt Rutherford's conversation almost an hour ago. And it's only third period. I can't last that long if Quinn's only going to be slapping me upside the head and then act all innocent the next. Ugh, I'm tired.
Then there's Rachel. A person who lives on punctuation, yet hasn't shown up for glee because of the school musical. All in all, Mr. Schue finds a former glee member of his (April Rhodes) to replace Rachel. It highly pisses me off to no end. I've even pointed out that she's the leader here, heck- even Quinn agreed with me and I know for a fact she like likes Miss Berry just as much as I do. The other day, I was so close into talking her into coming back to glee club until friggin Ryerson had swept her off her feet with tickets to a musical in Chicago. How am I supposed to compete with musicals?
But thank god for Ms. Pillsbury's confrontation with Schue. How in the world did he not notice April Rhodes offering Kurt alcohol? So yeah, Rachel's back in. We kicked massive ass on our performances and I even convinced Schue that I wear the male costume so there'd be an even amount of guys to girls. Cameal keeps telling me I broke Faberrittana when I walked into the room. In my opinion, I don't really think so.
And finally Brittana. I haven't heard from them in a while. I'm still contemplating if Brittany likes me enough to kiss me as a friend or kiss me as more than a friend. Ugh. Why do I have to make things so complicated? And what about Santana?
Why do I have so much feelings that I don't know what to do with them?
Brittany and Santana tried walking up to me together sometimes, only to glare (Santana's case, Brittany would pout cutely) when Quinn would suddenly appear next to me. I have an inkling that she's trying to keep me away from them. Even if their absence made me unhappy, the Head Cheerio's hoggish demeanor did turn me on to no end.
When I mean no end...I mean no end...at all.
After witnessing Rachel successfully dodge the senior Cheerios that held huge amounts of slush, I walk cautiously into the bathroom to follow a panicked Rachel. Pushing the door open, I spot her standing at the very last sink with her hands gripping the edge of it very tightly. Even though the distance between us is great, my ears pick up the shakiness of her breathing as well as a few undecipherable words. My eyebrows knit together in worry at the tension that's radiating from her.
"Miss Berry?" I carefully say, inching slowly towards her as to not startle her.
Disappointingly, my precise movements don't exactly result in the direction that I had hoped it would. In other words...my stupid idiotic self scared the crap out of her.
She jumps in her place, making me scratch the back of my neck in sheepishness. "Oh Lexington, it's just you." She breathes out, her hand on her chest as if to relieve the shocked feeling in it.
I openly gape at her in bewilderment. "How did you...you...-what?" I stumble over my words while my hands flail unintelligently at my sides. My mind then drifts to a thirteen year old Cameal who had sat beside me during class as Mr. Fowler, a rather laid back red headed man, pointed out certain things that came about in the American Revolutionary War. Specifically, the Battles of Lexington and Concord. Afterwards, the following weeks of school Cameal had set out to make sure I saw the smug smiles whenever Mr. Fowler would bring up Lexington.
Oh, that little bitch.
I groan out in vexation as I roll my eyes. "Cameal totally told you huh?" I ask hesitantly, coming to a stop directly in front of her just as my blush reaches my neck.
"Yes." She nods, the corner of her lips quirking up. "I suppose she did let that story slip out completely once during our chats." She chuckles uncomfortably, her own blush making itself known on her cheeks. My eyes follow her right hand as it rises up between us; her fingers tuck a few strands of hair behind her left ear. I don't notice it, but my lips form into a smile at her somewhat nervous motion. Wait, what is she nervous about? Oh god...am I crowding her?! I am aren't I?! I should back up right? I tell my brain to move my stupid feet back, but they don't respond. Instead, my feet lead me forward one step closer to her. Damn, it's too late to back away without suspicion now. There is something seriously wrong with me. See, I knew I should've eaten breakfast in the morning! My dumbass is barely keeping up and now I'm doing stupid shit. I internally shake my head.
I gaze down at her, snapping out of my nonverbal rambling and notice she is still smiling at me. "What did you two talk about?" I attempted awkwardly, but curious nevertheless. My left hand moves up to clasp my right bicep, trying to distract myself from the jasmine aroma that her perfume is giving off. My fingernails dig into the skin on my arm that causes my jaw to tighten at the momentary pain.
She licks her lips in a slow manner that I have to painfully ignore it in favor of looking at her doe brown eyes. Our eyes are locked together, but they seem unfocused somehow. I wonder...just what is distracting her? She clears her throat, her eyes darting away from mine. "We...-Cameal and I...-we were speaking to each other about certain...uh...relations." She shifts on her feet, glancing behind me for a moment as her fingers fiddle with the ends of her skirt. "Just the usual." She chuckles. "You know...feelings, crushes, intimacy..." She clears her throat again, her once stationary blush now increasing in warmth. I raise my left eyebrow at the intensifying facial reaction as well as at her relatively intimate choice of words. "Plausibly...sex."
I barely hear her whisper as she ducks her head towards the tiled floor. My lower jaw drops a little. Is there something going on between Cameal and Rachel? Because...I needa know. Like right now. This instant. Literally, right now. I'm getting the bad case of blue funk from worriedness. Or is it green? Okay, I know what you're thinking...I am not jealous, I'm just feeling weird about this sudden...occurrence. Cause...yeah...-I am really considering my tactics on how to get Cameal to talk. Should I threaten her by stealing her checker board? Or should I just throw away her stash of candy...or just keep it for myself...-actually...-you know what, yeah, I'm just going to keep it for myself.
"Can I ask you something Lexi?" Rachel asks in a hushed tone. She takes my tense hand in hers unexpectedly, sending a wave of tremors through my nerves as my eyes cloud meekly.
I nod, dazed as hell. "Uh...y-yeah, sure." I breathe out, my hand tightening unknowingly against her delicate one. What I do notice is her breathing increasing in speed while her exhaling breath quivers.
She steps closer into my bubble. "Have you ever loved someone before Cameal?" My ears barely register what she had spoken before my eyes widen comically.
"No! No, no, no, no, no." I struggle to rush out. "I'm not dating Cameal, she's just my best friend. That's all." I shake my head vigorously.
"But I've seen you and Cameal...kiss...quite a lot." I smile inwardly after hearing what I believe is annoyance in her tone. A scowl that lasted for a split second is shortly replaced with a tight smile.
A chuckle skittishly spills from my mouth. My other hand laying itself on top of our already joined hands. A grimace forms on my lips soon after. "We do kiss, it's just that we fool around with each other...sometimes?" I say with an unsure tone, especially at the end. I mean, it is true that we fool around...well did fool around. Ever since the moment in the movie theater, I decided that it was time to cease all intimate related things. Cameal even updated me on the plan that it was in fact, working like a charm. Kissing and flirting has died down. She even told me that she recently started seeing Miranda...-Cheerio Miranda...-that girl. Which is pretty awkward, considering that I have seen her lady bits. But whatever. My friendship with Cameal is strong, maybe even stronger than before. Also you know...four girls and all.
"Why did that sound like a question?" She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
"Well...we don't anymore. Plus," I pause, shrugging. "I think it's best that...our friendship didn't involve too much skin." My eyes bound to the sink beside me. Why the hell did I just say that?
Blush appears both on our cheeks. "That's good." She says with a calm nod as her remaining hand finds my other one, until her eyes widen and her mouth opens and closes a couple of times. "I mean it's good that you two aren't intimate anymore so that you could focus on glee club. It's not to say that you're not. I'm sure you are a wonderful person to have an intimate relationship with if it also meant bringing your rhythmic hip movements into the equation." She laughs nervously as I chuckle in amusement at her blush. "Anyways, in glee club you're actually very key on with it all. Not that I'm complaining of course. It's a really great idea to have another person to count on that's intelligent, kind, sweet, and rather appealing so others...would fall." She glances at my lips absentmindedly. "Prey...easily...to your charms." She smiles at me, her lovely expression faltering for a moment, probably realizing what she just said. Oh my god, she's so adorable when she talks. My smile turns into a pout when she takes back her hands from mines to once again fiddle with her skirt.
"Miss Berry thinks I'm charming?" I can't help but tease her. "And appealing?" She blushes, looking anywhere but at me. "Have you been staring at me?" I playfully narrow my eyes at her.
She doesn't answer right away, but her eyes remain on the sink that I had been carefully eyeing earlier. A thoughtful look painting her face.
"What if...I told you I did?"
My jaw drops, feeling my heart skip a beat and the breath in my lungs pauses for a very long time. Before I can respond, the door bursts open behind me. My head snaps to the side to look over my shoulder to see Brittany and Santana staring at me with relieved smiles on their faces.
"Finally, some alone time." Brittany speaks first, thankfulness in her tone. The tingles in my system arising.
Santana sighs. "I know right." She rolls her eyes. "I swear, Fabray has been following us like a creepy perv. I thought she was gonna join us after ripping the janitor's closet open."
"Oh my god, you too! I totes thought she was going to shred off our clothes and have her way with us." The tall blonde grins, staring into the distance. "Although it's saddening that she didn't. That would've been awesome!" My jaw is practically unhinged after my brain has caught up with her words.
Santana nods at the blonde cheerleader before setting her eyes on me. "Ready to get mackin' Diaz?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me sexually.
My mouth opens and closes, unable to say anything until Rachel decides to step out from her location. "I'm sorry Santana but I was having a private conversation with Lexington." I blush at the nickname once more as I turn my body towards the two Cheerios. My fingers scratch at the back of my neck.
Santana tenses, her eyes widening as she eyed Rachel in slight panic. My gaze shifts between them as I smirk to myself. Guess that tension hasn't been resolved fully. However, Brittany is the one that catches the name.
"Lexington? Aww that's so cute. It sounds royal like, kinda similar to Lord Tubbington, right Sanny?" She asks, grinning.
Rachel and I share a second of eye contact until the door behind the pair swings open. Quinn Fabray strolls in with her head held high. The Head Cheerio stops directly behind the two-thirds of the Unholy Trinity, scrutinizing everyone in the room as I try to desperately control my breathing when the shivers increase. The shivers are so bad that I'm literally shaking, but not enough for it to be noticeable. My hands tremble at my sides, so I stuff them in my pockets of my jeans as ragged breaths come out from my mouth. My concentration comes back once I stare upon the tiles beneath my feet just as Rachel had done a few minutes ago.
"What the hell are you two doing in the bathroom?" I hear her familiar voice, but I'm sorta occupied with the tremors running through my whole body to see which pair she's actually directing her question to.
"We were just about to leave Fabray, not that it's any of your business." Santana mildly growls. "Come on B, let's get some lunch." My eyebrows furrow at that. They never even eat here. Heck, they only drink that stupid cleanse beverage or some shit like that.
Brittany hums. "M'kay. Hold on." Brittany says in a bubbly tone. I hear the padding of shoe soles on the floor. Looking up I find the dancer hugging the diva beside me who has a wide smile on her face.
"See ya later Rach." I hear the blue eyed girl whisper, letting go of the shorter girl.
She takes a few steps to reach me before pulling me into her arms. Her warm limbs wrap around my neck, pulling me closer against her form. My arms hesitate to reciprocate the hug, but as her scent hits my nose, they rise up on their own accord from my pockets and wrap themselves around her waist tightly. The trembling in my hands have stopped, but they have traveled so far that they have infested the nerves in my back.
"Don't worry Lexi." She whispers. Her hot breath hits my ear, making it twitch as her hand grasps the back of my neck in a comforting way. "The shivers will go away in a few." She says as I continue breathing heavily. After a couple of seconds my eyes widen as I pull back from the hug with my hands resting on her hips.
"Wait." I breathe out in shock. "What?"
How did she know?
She doesn't answer me, only placing a lingering kiss on my temple as my eyes close in response, savoring the burning sensation against my skin. After pulling back, she gives me a wink and directs a loving smile in Rachel's direction before turning around to walk towards the door. Watching the trio near the door intently, a small smile reaches my face when Brittany takes hold of Quinn's hand while her other one is placed on the shorter blonde's shoulder. The blue eyed girl whispers something into Quinn's ear, causing the head cheerleader's expression to soften. She gives the tall dancer a nod and glances over at Santana who's still having an eye fucking session with Rachel. It's quite an interesting sight really.
"Santana." Quinn calls out. Santana snaps out of her daze as both parties of Pezberry blush and the Latina turns her attention to the captain. "You guys go ahead." The blonde nods her head towards the door. "And for once actually eat something other than Coach Sylvester's beverage." She deadpans, but I could hear the worried tone hidden behind it.
She scoffs. "We already know Fabray." Santana rolls her eyes in a playful way, a smirk in place. "Plus we don't want our local Ice Queen to suffer a melt down when her best bitches are passed out on the ground."
"Santana, just shut up and go to the cafeteria." Quinn says with a 'don't argue with me' tone, putting her hands on her hips. "Brittany make sure she eats." She looks at the taller blonde.
"Sure Q!" The bubbly blue eyed girl replies in a cheery manner, turning to the raven haired girl. "Come on San!" She offers her pinky to the shorter girl, who gladly accepts it as they walk out the bathroom. Officially leaving me with Faberry. Or is it officially leaving Razberry with Quinn? I'm suspecting she can handle us on her own. Kinky. Brain shut the fuck up.
My gaze shifts between them curiously, wondering what the hell is supposed to occur to avoid the awkwardness in the room.
"Good afternoon Quinn." Rachel greets her first, a bright grin in place. "I trust that you had a splendid day so far?"
"Yeah, sure Berry." The hazel eyed Cheerio says in an airy tone. As if she wasn't really aware of what was asked. She shakes her head as if knocking her thoughts away. "Diaz, can I have a word with you?" She glances at Rachel hesitantly.
I, myself look at Miss Berry for a moment, contemplating my decision. Let me see how this goes. "I think you can have a word with me right now Quinn." I raise an eyebrow at her.
I watch as her jaw clenched in frustration of not getting her way; a smirk tries to stay locked away from my lips, but she obviously notices with the way she lets out a huff and glares at both of us. "Fine." She rolls her eyes. "I need you to accompany me through the forest."
I stare at her unblinking. "A forest?"
She crosses her arms over her chest. "Yes, the forest. Coach Sylvester wants me to go and get some box for her and I want you to go with me."
I purse my lips in concentration, since her wording went from 'need' to 'want.' Secondly, should I go?
Of course you should go. Dude, come on! This is Quinn that's asking.
More like demanding, but hey whatever.
...This is another turn on about her isn't it?...
You know me so well.
*sigh*
"When?"
"This Friday." A satisfied smile forming on her face. "There's also a downside though." She added, sounding hesitant. Her upper lip curled in distaste unconsciously, staring at the floor for a moment before snapping her gaze back to me.
My eyes narrow skeptically, feeling as if something bad is going to come out of this. "W-what is it?" I ask, sharing eye contact with Rachel, whom was shooting me an uncertain mien that did nothing to decrease my doubt.
"We have to go at midnight."
What the fuck? I'm not scared. It's just you don't know what creepy shit is going to pop out of the woods at freaking night time. Okay, maybe I am scared. Terrified even. But won't you get scared at the thought of walking through a desolate forest where axe murderers could be skipping about humming la di da? If that is the case, I'm running my ass out of there with Brittany, Quinn, Rachel, and Santana right in front of me. Cause I would rather I get stabbed than the thought of them being in that position.
"Uh...Fabray...don't you think that's extremely dangerous?" I glance between her and Rachel.
"You're crazy to think that I don't think it's dangerous." She gapes at me, sounding appalled that I would say such thing. I shrink in my spot. "Of course I think it's dangerous. If it's an order from Coach, I expect something along the lines of asylum crazy." She shakes her head. "Besides, I need you there to protect me."
"So she could get mauled by a bear while you run away?" Rachel muttered under her breath as a smirk threatened to break across my lips.
"Can you go or not Diaz? If you don't give me a real answer I'm just going to head straight away to Puckerman and-"
"No!" Rachel and I simultaneously yell out hurriedly. We both begin blushing as Quinn- dare I say it- stared at us in amusement.
Oh dear...did I sound desperate.
I think to myself. However, by glancing at Rachel's face, I can tell I'm not the only one glued to that thought.
"I mean...you don't have to do that. I can provide you security and such. Better than Puckerman even." I boldly announce, straightening my posture.
Quinn's lips raise in an appealing and delighted way.
"I have a suggestion that would make you feel safer." The girl beside me offered. "Why don't we make this a glee expedition?"
"Just so we can sing merry filled tunes and skip our way over there like ignorant toddlers? I think not." Quinn scoffed, rolling her eyes at the idea. Although, with the way she was acting, one could say she was more perturbed by the idea of Rachel going into the dark woods.
"Alright then little miss cheerleader. Know one thing though." Rachel paused, holding up her pointer finger. "You leave me, you also leave my mouth." She says, fixating her eyes on the Cheerio. The defiant look in them startling Quinn mildly. The HBIC's eyes narrow sharply after that. She surprisingly takes a few strides to get to Rachel. The short brunette stands her ground and holds her head up with cockiness. And me...I'm just going to stand back and watch this scene with interest.
"Well played Berry." Quinn states as Rachel grins triumphantly. "However." Quinn cuts in sharply, Rachel's grin being replaced with a tense frown. "If you fall into a river, don't think I'm going to help you."
"Don't worry about me Quinn. I am fully capable of handling myself." Rachel tells her in a solid tone, taking the extra step between them. I definitely let out a smirk when I notice the blonde's mask slip away a fraction as well as her darkening eyes before her facade hardens. They continue searching each other's eyes as I continue smiling like a moron.
"Fine?"
"Fine."
And without another word, the cheerleader swiftly spins on her heel, her hair slapping Rachel in the face before she marches out the door. Rachel looks at me with a frown after spluttering from the hit; I shrug at her. We look back towards Quinn, her hand frozen on the handle as she stares at us.
"I'm deciding who comes with us and that's final." Her hazel eyes shifting from Rachel to me. Very dark hazel eyes. Damn...I should have had popcorn during that. She gives us one more glance, then proceeds pulling the door and disappearing from sight.
I turn towards the petite girl. "How are you feeling?"
She slowly turns her head in my direction. "From the beginning to this point..." She tilts her head. "I feel so much better." Her cheery tone making me smile.
"Let's get hopping then." I nod towards the door.
"Shall we?" She raises her eyebrow at me playfully.
I hold out my left arm for her to take. As soon as she grabs hold of it, I bow exaggeratedly as she giggles.
"We shall indeedy."
A/N: I truly enjoyed writing this because there was a lot of Pezberry, or just a lot of Rachel. I really felt guilty, or just still guilty, that I have left Rachel in the dark for you guys.
What can I say, I was craving some Razberry. *shrug*
Anyhow, please review and tell me what you think.
