Hi! Okay, don't hurt me! I'm so sorry but until the end of the month I won't be able to update this fic everyday due to my final evaluations. I'll try my best though. Thank you all for the reviews! You guys are spoiling me!
I don't own Glee, or any of its characters.
Santana sat in her car, at the school parking lot, thinking about what Puck had told her last night. Yeah, Puckerman had the guts to go to her place and yell at her. She was so tired, she felt like she was reaching some kind of breaking point. School, Cheerios, home problems and missing Rachel. At this point, she thought that she would gladly quit Cheerios if she had Rachel back.
She was in her room painting her nails red and white to match her Cheerios uniform. She was tired of all that was Cheerios related. Sure, she was popular, but not because they liked her. The boys wanted to screw a cheerleader, and the girls were just jealous. Hell, some of them even fear her. But she wasn't sure how many of them liked her. And then the doorbell rang.
"Satan! We need to talk." Seriously, what was Puckerman doing at her place? Their 'play dates' were over now.
"What are you doing here Puckerman?" She tried to look bored.
"When are you going to stand up to Quinn? And stop her for going after Rachel?" Puck looked mad.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Santana asked. She couldn't remember seeing Quinn going after Rachel.
"After glee practice the Ice Queen went all Head Bitch In Control with Rach and telling her to leave you alone, that she owned you! You know that Rach backed off and hasn't told you anything since you joined the Cheerios and the She-Devil and Ice Queen told you to let her go!"
Santana tried her best to maintain her bored look. Was Puck starting to care about Rachel? Well, if Santana had to choose someone to protect Rachel at McKinley, Puck was a valid choice. Seriously, who would dare to mess with Puckerman's protégée?
"Holy Fuck… You care about Rachel, Puckerman!"
"What? No. Seriously Satan, is it a requirement to lose half of your brains when you join the Cheerios?"
"You do. You're starting to have feelings for Rachel… You care about her!"
"Well, someone has to, since you're into blondes now and only care about Q and Britt!"
"So… you admit it?" Santana looked amused now.
"Bite me Santana. Seriously, grow a pair, man up, whatever the fuck you want but do something for the one person that has her arms open for you, no matter what you do to her!"
"I'll speak with Rachel first thing in the morning. And Puck?" She said when he turned around to leave. "You don't know shit about me and Rachel, so the next time you even try to talk about it, I'll make sure you'll never get an erection again." She said, looking down, checking her nails.
So yeah, now she was waiting in the school parking lot waaay too early because she knew Rachel was the first to get there. And then she smile, when she realized the car that had just parked a few places away from hers. When she saw Rachel coming out of the car, she went to her.
"Rachel."
"What do you want? Not calling me Manhands so I'm gonna say you're alone. Not calling me Ray so I'm gonna say you don't need me. What is it Santana?"
Santana was surprised. She didn't expect this kind of good morning. But, to be fair, she couldn't blame Rachel.
"I got a visit last night. Puckerman stopped by." Santana stopped, waiting to see Rachel's reaction, but she was just a very good actress. "Yeah, he told me that Quinn cornered you last night after Glee practice. Wanna tell me about it?"
"If I wanted to tell you about it, I would. How does Noah knows about it anyway?" Rachel asked. She thought they were alone, and she was sure Quinn would like to keep it that way. Sure, she was strong and stubborn, but she knew she couldn't win Quinn, so she decided to let Santana go.
"I don't really give a fuck about that. I didn't ask, ok? He went on and on about how Q went all HBIC on you. Why didn't you tell me? I thought I asked you to leave a note on my locker if anyone would come after you…"
"Yes, well… I decided that I should take her advice and let you go." Rachel said and started to walk away.
"First of, you don't take advice from nobody, not even your parents, so what the hell is that? And second, 'let me go'?" Santana asked.
"Quinn told me to let you go. To forget our 'little friendship', that you were now hers." Rachel said without stopping. Seriously, why was she telling this to Santana?
Santana was confused and mad. Who does Quinn thinks she is? That bitch! She saw Rachel walking away and run so she could stop her.
"Besides" Rachel continued, now looking at Santana that was right in front of her "you already put 'us' behind you so…"
"That's bullshit Ray! Seriously!" Santana sighed. "I'm thinking about quitting Cheerios." Now Santana got Rachel's attention.
"What are you talking about?" Rachel frowned. "You're not quitting Cheerios. It gives you the power you like!"
"I'm not saying I'm gonna quit today… I said I'm thinking about it." Santana looked down to her uniform. "I'm just not strong enough yet… that's why I need you. I need things to be okay between us, and I need to know that I'll have you when I'm ready to tell those bitches to go to hell."
"Don't. Don't do it. We're fine, but I couldn't live with myself if you'd quit something you like for me, or for us."
"Well, it is for us. And… God, I'm so tired of taking orders from Q! I like cheerleading, but I hate the captain, and the coach. And I bet I'll still have Brittany if I quit."
"Aww Tana… Do you like Brittany?" Rachel asked.
"W-what? No… Do you like Puckerman?" Santana tried to change the subject.
"You're crazy! I don't have feelings for Noah!" Rachel blushed.
"First, you just blushed. And second, he called you Rach last night. Not Berry, not Rachel. And he was pissed at me because of you. He totally cares for you."
"Maybe we should go on a double date…" Rachel smirked.
"Did you just smirked? Seriously, has Rachel Berry smirked? I guess we're rubbing off on you!" Santana laughed. But stopped when Rachel stopped walking. "What?"
"You need to go your own way now. It's school time and you're still a Cheerio, and Quinn still thinks you're hers so…"
"Oh, right." Santana stopped. For a second, she forgot about school and where they were and thought everything was back to what it used to be. "Ray? Don't let Q put you down."
Rachel smiled. Now that she knew Santana was by her side (even if the whole school didn't know) she felt stronger, more confident.
~Lunch Time ~
Rachel was waiting for Puck by his locker. She wasn't sure why Santana's words were still screaming in her head, but she told herself that she was just thanking him for telling Santana about Quinn. Yeah, that was it. Thank him and leave.
"What's up Rach?" Puck smirked.
Rachel stopped breathing for a while. Rach. He called her Rach. "Hello Noah. I wanted to thank you for telling Santana about what you saw yesterday. I wasn't aware that you were there, but thank you."
"No sweat. So… Have you pick your song for the Glee assignment?" Puck asked. He was trying to keep the conversation going. With Rachel. What the fuck was with him?
"I think so… You?" Rachel smiled.
"Nope. I'm not even sure if I'll do the assignment. So, are you gonna tell me what song you picked for Hudson?" Puck noticed the confused look on her face. "C'mon Berry, everyone saw the way you look at him." The way I wish you'd look at me. Wait, what? Okay, seriously, what's going on with him? Wait does she look… No…
"I'm not telling you anything Noah. You'll have to wait and see. Goodbye now." Rachel turned around and walked away.
She was almost at her classroom door when she got a text. That's odd. No one would ever text her. Besides her parents, anyway.
Noah* : Q got nothing on you ;)
She smiled. Noah Puckerman, one of the most popular guys in school just texted her to tell her that she was better than the Queen Bee everybody loved. That gave her the extra confidence she needed.
~Glee Practice ~
"Okay kids. Quinn and Kurt are done, who wants to go next?" Mr. Shue asked, walking out of his office.
Rachel put her hand up. "Mr. Shue, may I?"
"Sure Rachel, I was wondering what was taking you so long." Mr. Shue smiled.
"This song is to Quinn. Yes, I am singing to the Head Cheerio. My message is this. You can shove me down as much as you want during my high school career. But you and everyone in this club know that if someone is going to make it out of here it's me. I changed the lyrics a little bit so it would fit better." While she waited for the band to see the song, she saw Santana and Noah looking at each other, at her and smirking.
I'll wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it'll never feel out of place
And you will probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder how bad that tastes
When you see my face
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are
And truth be told I'll miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on
And truth be told I'll miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
When you see my face
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it'll give you hell
Now you'll only see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can't look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well
At this point, Kurt, Tina, Mercedes stood up and went sing with Rachel. Although she wasn't the only one that Quinn and her evil staff treated badly, she was the one that they treated the worst. When Rachel realized what was going on now, Noah, Mike, Matt and Artie were singing with her too. Only Brittany, who Quinn was holding on to, Finn, that was scared of Quinn, and Santana, that couldn't show what she was feeling (although she was proudly smirking at Rachel), were sitting with Quinn.
When you see my face
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it'll give you hell
When you see my face
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it'll give you hell
Hope it'll give you hell
When you hear this song, you'll sing along but you'll never tell
Then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Hope it'll give you hell
When you hear this song
I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along
I hope that it will give you hell
Everyone clapped, except for the ones that haven't joined Rachel. Noah was behind her and whispered to her ear "Me and Satan are proud of you". That made Rachel feel even better.
"Thank you Rachel. Guys, I know I said you have to sing for other person and let them know how you feel but I'd appreciate it if it weren't negative songs. Nice job though." Mr. Shue said, when they took their seats.
"How can you tell her good job when she humiliated me?" Quinn asked, full of anger.
"Yeah Mr. Shue, and she didn't even sing for me…" Finn said, in a lower voice, like he didn't want for Quinn to hear it.
"Yeah, cause we all revolve around Finn Fucking Gold Boy Hudson. Let's all sing to him." Puck said, rolling his eyes.
"Dude, what the hell?" Finn asked, surprised.
"Sorry Finnocence, I believe that what Puckerman is trying to say is that you seriously need to remove whatever you have stuck on your ass and wake up for life. Not all of us are madly in love with you." Santana said, looking at her nails.
"Enough guys! We're still doing this assignment till the end, which means everyone is going to sing to everyone. You can go now." Mr. Shue said.
Rachel was the first to leave. She didn't want anyone to corner her today. She was feeling good and she'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. When she pulled next to her house, she had a couple of texts.
Kurtsie : Well done diva. Way to put the Queen Bee on her place! : )
Tana : I knew you still had it in you. Nicely done Ray. Puckerman was practically drooling! :P
Finn : I thought you were gonna sing for me.
Noah* : You just had to prove me right. Like I said, Q got nothing on you. ;)
Rachel felt good. Although she couldn't really get what was with the feeling that everyone had about her being into Finn.
To Kurtsie : Thank you kind sir. :P
To Tana : Thank you Tana! Hopefully Brittany will drool for you soon! ;)
To Finn : Sucks for you Finn.
To Noah* : Thank you Noah. I'm always glad to help you being right. It doesn't happen very often. ;)
She smiled. Hopefully he wouldn't take it the wrong way. And then…
Noah* : Ouch Rach. That one hurt. Now you have to kiss to make it better. ;)
To Noah* : Goodnight Noah. :)
Noah* : I like that you didn't say no. :P
Rachel fell asleep smiling. It had been a very good day.
Soooo… I smell Puckleberry and Brittana! Sorry it ended up so long, I just couldn't stop writing! Song: Gives you Hell, by The All American Rejects (with a few changes by me)