Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor anything to do with it. I just like to play with the storyline.
A/N: There is a little smidgen of Samchel in this chapter, along with Pezberry.
Puck stood in front of the club, breaking the news about Rachel not coming back.
"You guys just don't fucking appreciate her. You know she has the best voice, and yeah; she goes a little crazy about it sometimes but still. She's been doing this her whole life, and you just sit there and criticize her and tear her down." He needed to cool down. They all just pissed him off when they started yelling after he said she wasn't coming back. "It's not her fault the fucking sergeant tiny dick over there fucked it up for us in New York," He gestured toward Finn. "My point is, that tiny little diva did more for this club than any of you will ever do in your high school career and you treat her like the shit your dog takes. And honestly, I'm not gonna be a part of that," he crossed his arms over his chest and waited. He didn't have to wait even fifteen seconds before ghetto diva started in.
"Oh hells to the no! That bitch has been pining after the troll for over a year now! Don't tell me she didn't mess this up for us! She's pulling that victim card! And you're falling into her trap Puckerman!" she yelled at him.
I will not hit a girl. I will not hit a girl. I will NOT hit a girl. He kept chanting in his head. But a loud SMACK followed by a tackling sound snapped his eyes back up to the scene in front of him. Santana Lopez pounding her fist into Mercedes Jones' face and anywhere else she could reach, while Mercedes grabbed Satan's hair.
Girl fight, so hot. Shit, maybe go help… He bounced into action, along with Sam and helped pull the two apart.
Schuester finally decided to get the dick out of his mouth and step in.
"STOP!" he yelled. Everyone stilled from where they had been watching the fight in the room, along with Santana and Mercedes struggling. "Now sit. DOWN!" They complied. "Look, losing Rachel is a big loss. But we can do it. We can find another lead and more members-" Sam cut him off.
"No. I'm not staying. I've had enough of everybody tearing Rachel down constant-"
Now he was cut off by Kurt.
"Whatever, I could care less. The least amount of drama we have, the better. That'll only happen now that she's gone. And what the hell happened to her? She looks like her hair got that nasty pink medicine dumped on it. And those clothes! I can't even begin to think of where she went to find those atrocities!" He shuddered with disgust.
Tina nodded in agreement. "I'm tired of wading in the background, waiting to outshine Rachel's shadow." Sam had enough.
Rachel was walking past the choir room when she heard yelling from a very distinct male voice.
"Fuck you guys, Rachel did everything for you! I know I haven't been here long enough to know her, but from what I witnessed last year, it's all of you who are selfish. Sure, she's like super loud and all but so what?" He took a breath. "Whatever. Screw you guys."
Rachel quickly hid herself when she heard a few different sets of footsteps running from the room.
"Yo Trouty Mouth, wait up!" a very Latina voice called after Sam. From where she was, she could see Santana, Noah, and Sam standing in the hall. They all looked tense, but not as much as Sam did.
The fuck? He's probably spoken two words to me. What is his deal? Rachel thought.
"What do you want Satan?" Sam growled out. Fuck that was hot.
"Look lady lips, I get what you said in there. And I agree. Yeah we bitch about her but I could tell what happened at National's wasn't her fault. Diva in there is just all huffy puffy for no reason," She took a deep breath. "And if either of you ever repeat this to anyone, especially Man Hands, I will ends you."
Rachel guessed they had nodded because Santana continued on.
"The girl isn't so bad. She helped me with some shit last year with the whole Britts thing and I won't forget that. Anyways I kina like the midget. Even if she smells like a truckers wet dream right now."
"Shut up Lopez!" Puck ground out.
"Whatevs. What I'm sayin' is let's go find the little diva and see what she's doing."
Puck looked nervous, and started rubbing the back of his neck. "Um she's probably home or by the bleachers."
"Or, she's right around the corner spying," Santana rolled her eyes.
Rachel sucked in a breath, and came out of her hiding spot. "Yeah, so what?" She crossed her arms and took on a defensive position.
"Ugh, please. I know you heard everything Pink Berry. Cut the shit," Santana bit out.
Puck walked toward Rachel and put his hands on her shoulders.
"You okay babe?" he asked softly.
She nodded before rolling her eyes. "Yeah, always knew those fuckers hated me. Whatever, their loss. I gots better things to do anyways," She turned to walk away, but Santana's voice stopped her.
"Yo B, we're going shopping this weekend, just you and I. We needs to talk." She leveled Rachel with a look that would have had even the devil himself cowering under. Rachel on the other hand, not so much.
"Whatever bitch, we'll see." And with that, she was on her way.
Sam stood in the hall, mouth open with a tiny bit of drool coming out at the corner. Damn he thought.
"I know," Puck agreed.
Oops, guess that was out loud. Sam cleared his throat and turned to Puck.
"So uh… I'm gonna go…" he trailed off before booking it in the opposite direction that Rachel had gone. Santana followed after him leisurely, rolling her eyes. Puck followed Rachel. She did promise more from earlier after all…
Rachel was standing out near Noah's truck waiting for him, cigarette between her lips when her phone beeped.
Unknown number: Hey, it's Sam. I'm sorry about what you heard today. You deserve better than some loser club like that anyways.
She quickly saved his number before replying.
Berry: Thanks Evans. How'd you get this number anyway?
Evans: Oh, uh… Satan had it for some reason. Are you upset?
Berry: Nah, it's cool. But thanks for sticking up for me today Blondie.
Evans: It was nothing. You didn't deserve the things they said.
Berry: Well, thank you either way ;)
Evans: ;D Anytime Rachel.
She put her phone away as she noticed Noah walking toward her, a predatory look in his eyes. She bit her lip in anticipation. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled her into his body and attached his lips to hers.
She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and then gently grabbed it with her teeth. He groaned into her mouth and tried pulling her even closer. His hands wandered down her sides before landing on her ass, squeezing it tightly. "Let's get out of here princess," he whispered. She nodded frantically, barely able to keep her hands to herself after getting into his truck and on the journey to her house.
A/N: I know it's kinda short, but I ran out of ideas for this chapter. The next will be up soon!