Rachel woke up the next day thinking if after their little moment, she and Santana would go back to what they once were. She knew Santana must be going through a tough time. Her dad was always at his private practice, and her mom was the one that was there for her, much more since they grew apart. Now with her mom gone… And, if she was being honest, she needed Santana too. Her dads were never home, always arriving when she was already asleep and leaving when she wasn't even awake. Not that she would tell them about the names that Quinn Fabray called her, or the slushies Noah Puckerman throw at her. That was something to share with her best friend.
~School ~
"So, San, I saw you yesterday talking with Man Hands… What was that all about?" Quinn asked.
Santana looked at her, surprised. She thought no one has seen her with Rachel and didn't know what scared her the most. Quinn seeing her, or thinking that she might have heard what they said. When she was about to answer…
"I think she has nice hands… Soft and cute." Brittany said. Quinn frowned, looking at her, but didn't say a word. She looked at Santana again.
"I… I was just making sure she didn't sing for any of us. Or to the guys." Santana said, turning around to walk away, hoping Quinn would believe her.
"Then prove it." Quinn said, making Santana turn around to face her. "Prove to the school that you're not friends with RuPaul anymore. Slushie her."
"But… I never slushied anyone." Santana said.
"It's okay, talk with Puckerman, he'll tell you what to do. C'mon Britt." Quinn said, walking away.
Santana left the gym, looking for Puckerman. Who the hell did that asshole thought he was to slushie Rachel? That's why she was being slushied everyday now, because of that basterd. She found him by his locker with some slutty freshman.
"Beat it skank. I need Puckerman now." She said, making the girl leave.
"Wow San, couldn't wait to get a piece of the Puckster?" Puck said, smirking.
"Listen to me asshole. You're gonna stop slushing Rachel. Now. I don't care about the other kids you torture, but Rachel is off limits. Make sure the football team knows too." Santana said, in the scariest way she could.
"Wait, you're standing up for Berry? What's going on Satan? Someone replaced the rock you call heart for a real one?" Puck asked. Not that he was still slushing Berry, but what was going on with Santana?
"None of your damn business. Just stop it." Santana said, walking away. Now, how would she do it? Rachel was going to be so disappointed with her. But if Santana didn't do it, she was sure Quinn would find a way to kick her off the team.
~Lunch time ~
Rachel decided to have lunch at the cafeteria. Slushies had stop for a while now, and she thought that they might even stop eventually. Noah had stop and since then, no one of the football team had do it either. Still, there was a change of clothes in her locker. She wasn't that naïve. That's when it happened. Cold, making her eyes burn. When she opened her eyes, she saw the last person she ever imagined. Santana.
Rachel ran out of the cafeteria, leaving Santana standing, frozen, and thinking about what she had just done. She ran to her locker to get her clean clothes and a note fell. She recognized Santana's handwriting but she was so hurt that she put the note back in the locker.
~Back at the cafeteria ~
"Nicely done Santana. For a first time, that was pretty good actually." Quinn said, laughing.
Then, Santana felt someone dragging her. She was still numb. She just realized it was Puckerman when they were outside in the hall. And he started yelling at her.
"What the fuck Satan? You tell me to stop slushing Berry and in the first opportunity you take the spot and do it? What the actual fuck?" Puck asked. This bitch… Telling him to stop and then she goes and does it?
"I… I… I had no choice… Quinn was going to make sure I was kicked out of the team… She saw us talking yesterday… She made me do it so I can prove we're not friends anymore…" Santana started ranting.
"Wait, what? You and Rachel? Santana what's going on?" Puck asked confused.
Santana looked at him. "If you tell this to anyone I will fucking kill you Puckerman. I and Rachel used to be best friends. Until I joined the Cheerios and she joined the Glee club. When Coach told us to join the Glee club, Quinn thought it was good, so she could check on Hudson, but I thought that maybe we would help the glee club be popular and cool and Rachel and I could go back to what we were… That went to hell, obviously. So I talked with Rachel yesterday, Q saw us, and she made me do this. But I still mean it Puck. This ends here and now."
Puck was shocked. He knew Rachel from the Temple but he never saw her with anyone, not even Santana. "What's in it for me?"
"You get to live to finish high school." Santana said, starting to walk away. "Puckerman. She'll get her clean clothes. There's a note there. Make her read it." She said, not stopping.
~Bathroom ~
Puck entered the bathroom, seeing Rachel already in her clean clothes and her hair cleaned too. Then he locked the door, making Rachel look up to see who was there.
"Please leave me alone Noah. I really need to be alone right now."
"I spoke with Santana. She told me that you should read this." Puck said, heading the note to Rachel.
"I saw it. I also saw what she did. There's a reason I put that back on my locker. I don't want to read it." Rachel said, fighting the tears. How could Santana did this to her?
"I know. Fuck Berry, don't cry. She said to make sure you'd read it. So we're not leaving until you do." Puck saw the way Rachel was looking at him. "Fuck… I don't know why okay? She sounded… Sincere? She was almost crying, and Satan doesn't cry, so…."
Rachel took the note. As she was reading it, she started crying.
"Ray,
If you're reading this, I probably did it. I'm so sorry, I didn't have a choice. Quinn saw us talking yesterday, and she made me do it, so I could prove we're not friends anymore. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I'm not strong as you are, I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to leave the Cheerios for you. So, I'll use it the other way. I'll try use the power and popularity to protect you. I told Puckerman that you were off limits for him, and for everyone. Hopefully my slushie was the last one you received. If anyone hurts you, please leave a note on my locker and I'll take care of it. Again, I'm so sorry.
I hope I can still become your safe place to hide.
Tana."
"Shit Berry, I told you not to cry. Oh crap. I'm not gonna hug you, y'know? I'm still a fucking stud." Puck said. "C'mon, let's get you to class."
~Glee Club ~
Mr. Shuester walked in the choir room, only Rachel was there. When he was about to say something, the rest of the groups started walk in, so he waited until everyone was in their places. "Ok, everyone. So, anyone has any ideas for this week assignment?"
"Wait, you were serious about that? I can't sing Mr. Shue!" Mike said, making everyone look at him.
"Yes, Mike, I was serious. Everyone as to sing, and something that shows the other person how you feel. Now, who wants to go first?"
No one said anything. Everyone thought Mr. Shue was joking. Ok, maybe Rachel would sing, and Mr. Shue would be happy, and they were safe. But Rachel wasn't the first volunteer.
"Mr. Shue? I have something." Quinn said.
"Ok, Quinn. Show us what you got."
Quinn stood up, and went in front of the Glee club. "This song is for Mercedes. You think you know me, and who I am, just because you see me in the hallway with my Cheerio uniform. You're wrong." She nodded to the band and started singing.
I feel oh, so glamorous
Lookin' super fabulous
Sometimes I'm insecure
Something I can't ignore
All the flashy cameras
Try my best to handle it
I'm just the girl next door
I can hear the rumors take off...
All the girls in the club got their eyes on me
I can tell by the look that they want to be
Be hot, hot, hot like that
But it's not, not, not like that
All the girls in the club got their eyes on me
They put me down because of jealousy
But I'm not, not I'm not that girl
And it's not, not, no, it's not my world
So many girls be checkin' my style
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my style
But I don't even care, no
I move in mysterious ways, ways that got them curious
They're looking at what I'm wearing
Standing on the sidelines staring
Taking every chance I get
To find who I'm going with
I just wish they'd see, what I'm like in real life
So many girls be checkin' my style
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my sytle
But I don't even care, no
What's good I'm weak no longer
In life it's making me stronger
What I like I'm a get that
Like a quick cat, no i won't quit that, you heard me
You'll find that I'm just like you
And I do the same things you do
The type of chick that hits spots, in my flip-flops
Listening to Hip-Hop, you feel me
So many girls be checkin' my style
Checkin' my style, checkin' my style
So many girls be checkin' my style
But I don't even care, no
"That was actually really good Quinn." Mr. Shue said. "See guys? It's not really hard."
"Yeah Mr. Shue. So easy to say we're insecure when we don't know what it's like to have people talking behind our backs and throwing slushies at us!" Rachel said.
"Oh, shut up Man Hands! This was from me to Mercedes, stay out of it! That's why nobody likes you and you'll end up in Lima and not in New York!" Quinn answered.
"Girls! C'mon, this was to bring us closer…" Mr. Shue sighed. "If no one else has anything to say, you can go now."
Rachel looked to Santana, and left, without saying a word. For a moment, Santana thought she was going to tell her something. Puck noticed and nodded to Santana, to tell her that Rachel read the note. Santana nodded back, to tell him that she understood what he meant. She saw him leaving after Rachel, thinking how did she put herself in a position where she needed Puckerman to look out for her friend.