My therapist, my hero

It was a sunny day. Outside the bees were humming and the birds were flying around chirping. The temperature was nicely and it wasn't possible not to be in a good mood.

In one classroom of Dalton Academy a group of students were sitting and listening to their philosophy teacher. The elder man walked back and forth in front of the chalk board, had his hands crossed behind his back and told something about Greek Mythology:

"According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves."

Some of his students laughed, others bend over their tables and took notes. Wes belonged to the last category. It wasn't a wonder. When it came to taking notes in the lessons, you couldn't fool Wes. He was taking so many notes; his friends borrowed his notes sometimes instead of taking some by themselves. If he took five Dollars for every note he would be a rich man (Not that he wasn't due to his parents)

When Wes wrote down what his teacher had said, a smile appeared on his face. David next to him and saw it and bend to him.

"What're you grinning at?" he hissed in the era of his best friend. Wes only shook his head grinning. "No reason."

"Don't' lie to me. I know you. You were thinking of somebody, weren't you?"

The older of the two looked at his friend and shook his head again. That David was right and he thought about Rachel, he wouldn't tell him. David didn't know about the daily conversations Rachel and Wes had online neither.

For both it became a tradition to tell each other about their day every evening. Or they swapped ideas for the Warblers and the New Directions. Even for the choice of song they were on the same wavelength. Crazy how two people, who were so alike, could live a few miles away from each other for years and didn't know about each other.

Wes was interrupted in his thoughts by David who poked him into his side.

"Hey, Ley?"

And the alarm bell started ringing. David only called his best of all best friends that when he was terribly sick and needed a hug and consolatory, or when he wanted something special.

"What?"

"Do you think I could write what Mr Hegens said about the humans with four legs to Willow?"

Willow was David's secret crush and that since they performed "Animal" for the girls of their partner school.

"And by saying you want to write her that, you mean I should write it?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You called me Ley."

„So? "

„You only are calling me by my special nickname if you want something or have a huge problem."

"Okay, fine. You have the nicer hand writing. Are you in?"

It ringed for lunch and all students rose up from their seats. Even Wes and David while the last looked pleadingly at his friend. Finally Wes nodded.

"I write whatever I should write."

"You're the best. If you're in love someday and need help, call me."

"Uhm…"

But Jeff and Nick who swooped down on Wevid from behind averted a further conversation.

Rachel changed her position minimal and tucked her legs up. She cowered before a bookshelf in the library of McKinley, had a book about Patti Lupone in front of her and was reading eagerly. A way to spend lunch break. Sure could sit down with Mercedes and the others, but she hadn't much to tell them right now. Everyone was busy with their assignment for the week and weren't talking about anything else. Tina and Mike were doing something together, Mercedes sang with Sam's support, Artie and Finn found together, Puck were singing with Lauren and the three Ex-Cheerios were doing something together as well for sure. Rachel sang alone. Nobody had asked her and she favored the stage for her own. And nobody would have sung with her that was for sure.

Now she was sitting here and researched about one of her idols. At least she did that til now. Her peace was roughly disturbed when a book from the shelf she was cowered before fell off and hit her at the head. She opened his mouth wide and held her arching head. She was about to jump up and confront the "attacker" when she heard Santana's malicious voice. Apparently the Latina stood on the opposite side of the shelf, hidden by books.

"Did you see what the midget is wearing today? I mean, what was this sweater in past life? A busted squirrel?"

"You should be glad it isn't an animal sweater. It's an increase." That was Lauren.

"And the stockings. I didn't wear it when I was a baby." That was Santana again.

Rachel stood up and peeked between the books. She was able to spot Santana, Lauren, Brittany and Tina. Next to Tina stood another person who Rachel unfortunately couldn't really recognize. She guessed it was Mercedes. Now they all laughed and gushed over Rachel's awful taste in clothes ("Terrible", "Glad to be a gothic" and "Offence for the eye" were the nicest ones).

The brunette Diva pressed her lips together. She knew her way to dress herself didn't find favor with her fellow men. But it was twice as crushing to hear by accident how they tattled about her. Without a sound she grabbed her bag and left the library with a detour over the nonfiction department. So she avoided being seen by one of the other girls.

When she pushed the door of the library open, she almost slammed into Quinn. She was all Rachel needed. "Hey, do you have…"

Without noticing the blonde, Rachel stormed forward. She wanted to go away. That wasn't possible because she had school. And just because of these bitches she wouldn't ruin her perfect attendance list.

So she turned to the toilets. Or she wanted to do that but a well known voice hindered her.

"Rachel, good that I see you, you have a moment?"

Like sessile the Diva stopped right before the toilet door, closed her eyes for a short time and took a deep breath, before she turned around with a bright smile on her face.

"Hello, Ms Pillsburry, how can I help you?"

Oh yes, if somebody was good at acting, it was Rachel Berry. Emma didn't seem to notice something was wrong. Maybe because the liaison teacher was nervous herself and player with her cardigan.

"Well, Rachel, you're a member of the celibacy club and I wanted to ask you what your wishes are for our next meeting. I know it's not as exciting as to sing about sex with Holly Holliday and I wanted to seed more excitement about abstinence by young people. And you have a lot of ideas for sure."

Rachel stared at her teacher for a moment. What should she say? Abstinence fair enough but I slept with an amazingly great boy and since then I don't care less about abstinence? Didn't sound good. But she had to say something.

"Cookies!"

"Cookies?"

"Cookies are always a good base. It's easier to talk then. And tea. Who wants sex when he can have cookies and tea for free? You hear the bell? I got to go. Bye, Miss P."

And to the sound of the school bell Rachel run down the hallway. Emma looked after her for a long time. So long that Will who came around the corner, stopped irritated.

"Emma? Why are you staring into space?"

She cringed. "I, uh, I don't. Rachel was standing there." She stopped and looked at the choir leader quizzical. "Will, is everything alright with Rachel?"

He frowned. "Why do you ask?"

"She…well, forget it."

"There are the ones who work out. And the others, like our Wes here, are lying on their backs on the couch and pressing a book like a Harry-Potter-book.", commented Jeff and looked with a shake of his head at the head member of the council who was really lying in said pose on a couch in the lounge and reading such a said book.

"Just because I don't dive after a small yellow ball over a court, didn't mean I don't work out. And yes, I like to read. Big books. Like this one." Wes defended himself and turned the page. Kurt, Blaine and Nick had to grin while Jeff gawped at his friend. "Don't say anything about tennis." He threatened for fun.

"I don't. I would never say anything against a sport which is about belaboring an innocent felt ball with a oversized fly flap."

Still Wes didn't see a need to look up from his book. He didn't need to. The Diss against Jeff's favorite sport didn't fail. Not when you heard Nick's giggling and Jeff's disgustedly snort.

"Better than trotting around without a designation."

"It's called running."

Kurt looked up from his laptop. "Could you argue quieter? I'm trying to think my way into the new Mac Jacobs- creation. I need quiet for this."

"We're not arguing. I did win clearly on scores." Wes muttered and turned a page again.

"You did nothing."

"Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"I'm older. And I had the better arguments."

That argument always fit. Wes was really the oldest in his clique. There was only one thing to do then:

"But I'm taller." Jeff crowed and crossed his arms smilingly.

At this moment the door opened and David staggered into the room. With a theatrical "My life sucks." He let himself fall prone on the couch. The couch his best friend laid. Logical conclusion: David lay on top of Wes and seemed to find this position very comfortable. Wes sighed (Not a annoyed or a love struck sigh, just a I-surrender-to-my-fate-sigh), wrapped his left arm around his best friend, changed to book in his right hand and turned his head so he could read again. David used this opportunity, snuggled closer to the young man beneath him and buried his face in the crook of his neck. When nothing came after a short time, he poked his finger into his rips.

"Ask why."

"No."

"Why?"

"That was you. And with a far too high pitch to sound like me."

Niff and Klaine had watched them grinning. Now Jeff wasn't able to keep his mouth shut any longer.

"Wes, David needs care, don't refuse it."

"Keep your mouth close and care about your husband."

"I'm not his husband." Nick protested.

"Then why do you think the shoes fits?"

"Wes!"
"Ouch, don't yell in my ear."

"I didn't yell into your ear. But you deserved it when you don't care about me."

The young Asian rolled his eyes and closed his book. "Stand up, Dave."

"No. I had a crappy experience and need care."

"Stand up and I may ask you what happened."

"You're a real blackmailer."

"If I would be a blackmailer, I had threatened to tickle you if you don't let me stand up."

David rose and sat down on the free spot when Wes rose and took a seat. He hated being tickled and Wes knew that very well. That was the downside when you were friends since kindergarten.

"Now ask why."

"Fine. Why?"

"Willow isn't into me. She turned me down."

"The card didn't help?"

"No but speaking of: It's your fault then."

"Of course."

"Yeah, somebody has to be responsible for her not wanting me."

"Didn't she tell you?"

"She has a boyfriend." David mumbled.

His friends grimaced pitiful.

"Well, that's…OH yes!" Seemed as if Kurt had discovered something great. Blaine peeped over his shoulder and was therefore distracted too. It was up to Niff and Wes to cheer David up. Nick began.

"Now you're depressed?"

"Yes."

"Because you had a crush on her?" – Jeff

"I thought she was cute." – David

"Thinking somebody is cute isn't love." – Wes, levelheaded as always.

"You're so unromantically." – David

"Sure. If you're able to vex about that, it wasn't that bad." Wes looked at his watch and stood up.

"If you need something, I'm in my room."

"What are you doing in there?" David overcome the turn down and was back to his usual curious self.

"Prior breathing and surviving." Was the insightful answer and Wes let his friend behind. Right after she left the lounge, he quickened his steps and was in his room in no time. He boosted his laptop and started his instant messenger.

Wes Montgomery: Hi, Rachel.

Rachel Berry: Hi, Wes.

Wes Montgomery: Wow that was a fast answer.

Rachel Berry: I'm walking back and forth in front of my bed and waiting for you to come on.

Wes Montgomery: Why?What happened?

Rachel Berry: I'm upset.

Wes Montgomery: Why?"

Rachel Berry: I caught Santana and the other girls how they took my name in vain. I mean, I now, we're not best friends but is that really necessary?

Wes Montgomery: Did you face them?

Rachel Berry: No, I sneaked out. They don't have a clue I heard them. That…I could…

Wes Montgomery: Calm down. That they did it secretly, says everything, don't you think?

Rachel Berry: And what exactly?

Wes Montgomery: Well, they are too cowardly. Or did one of them tell you in the face what bothered them?

Rachel Berry: I know what bothers them. They told me – especially Santana – face to face often enough.

Wes Montgomery: And why didn't they do it today? I mean from the way I get to know Santana she isn't that type of girl who makes no bones about what bothers her.

Rachel Berry: Maybe you're right.

Rachel Berry: You're like my therapist, you know that?

Wes Montgomery: Glad to hear that.

Rachel Berry: How was your day?

Wes Montgomery: Less thrilling. Schools as always and then homework and then some relaxing in the lounge with the other boys.

Rachel Berry: How are the Warblers?

Wes Montgomery: Good, good. We don't practice that much but you already knows that. That threatened today to take away my gavel if I'm showing him and David one more list of songs we should practice til the next season.

Rachel Berry: Pf, philistine. To be optimal prepared, you have to train months before. I practiced "Don't rain on my Parade" since I was four.

Wes Montgomery: May I quote that and beat him round the head with that next time? Or better: I wallpaper that on the wall in the Warblers-choir room.

Rachel Berry: You would be the first peers who wanted to quote something from me.

Wes Montgomery: Why not? It's true. It's just nobody believes me that.

Rachel Berry: Yeah, I know what you mean. Then it's good we take each other's points.

Wes Montgomery: You're right. You understand me. With you I can be myself. Well, it's not that I can't be myself by my friends but you understand my propriety.

Rachel Berry: =)

"Why is the complete Glee Club meeting at the Lima bean?" asked Santana. Her fellow choir members looked at each other clueless, only to turned synchronously to the end of the table where Rachel sat. Now the full attention of the New Directions savoring, the Diva stood up, smoothed down her plaid skirt and began:

"I thought, because it worked so well at Regionals, we should write an own song for Nationals again. And Mr Shue agreed that we don't have to sit in the choir room the whole time. In fact he thought it was a very good idea to switch places. You could thank me."

If she expected everyone would erupt in enthusiasm, she was wrong. The enthusiasm kept within a limit. Only Lauren slurped audibly the last rest of her ice coffee.

"Wait! You let us all come here to discuss something very important and all you want is to write another song? Do you go bananas?"

Rachel winces when Santana attacked her so harsh. "Yes, because of said reasons. What's your problem with that?"

"Damn, Man Hands, as against you I have a life. It's enough if I have to see you in school. To endure your face and your voice in my free time is too much."

"But…"

"No buts" Just because your life is so boring, you don't have to torture us with it. Get yourself a private life. Pay some guy to fuck you senseless. Search for some pathetic creatures you can call friends. And leave us alone!"

"I don't care what you're saying. It's important we write another song."

"No, it's not! Just because the jury once found it cute listening to own songs, don't mean, you have to blare your lament into the microphone in every competition."

"Okay, stop it, Santana. It worked once, so we could continue, don't you think? It doesn't mean we only sing own songs but it's a good option." Quinn interjected.

Immediately Santana fired a poisoned glare in her direction.

"Oh, come on, Ice Queen. You're defending nose, the dwarf? Don't make me laugh. You're thinking like the rest of us about her stupid songs written by herself."

Even the others were startled. Since when Quinn defended her worst competitor? Only Lauren left that cold.

"So? Are we leaving? If not, somebody buy me another ice coffee. Otherwise I'm going."

"Buy yourself one, Zizes!"

"Shut up, Lopez, I frazzled you up once. Do you want to undergo that again?"

"Do come!"

Santana and Lauren were in a good mood again today. Rachel was utterly fearless to interject.

"Nobody frazzles somebody up. We sit down now and collect ideas for our new song."

With fierce faces the two "beats" of Glee Club turned to the Jewish Diva. "Stay out of this, Hobbit!" They snarled synchronic. And Santana upped the ante: "Just understand we're not interested! If you have the opinion we need another song about your hair band write it! Spend 24 hour per day thinking about Glee Club. Or how you could get on the world's nerves. Do whatever you want but leaves us alone."

"You don't care about the Glee Club?"

"Fuck, as long as your take the lead, I don't do anything. You're just a pest. A little, ugly girl who wants to play star like no one else. Please, do it. Without us!"

The impact of a lightning would have raised less dust. Everybody looked embarrassed down on their fingers. Only Santana grinned certain of victory. Rachel looked at her with wide eyes. Bewildered about the vulgarities which were hurled at her.

"Okay, then do what you want. I can't help you if you don't want it." The brunette grabbed her coat. No second longer she would stay here. Not with these people she means so less to them that nobody to take her part. Even Quinn, who opened her mouth before, stayed silent now. And that nobody tried to detain her, hurt even more.

She rushed past her own chair on her way to the hallway to storm towards the door when her coat became entangled. She dragged at the piece of clothing, it loosened, she spun around again…and slammed frontal into a person. Tina's "Watch out, Rachel!" was a little too late.

Rachel stood stock-still, put her hand over her mouth to muffle her horrified squeal and looked at the mess. When she saw what she had done and who she caught out very nasty, she put her second hand reflexively over her mouth too.

"Yeah, great, Man Hands, take the Upper warbler into the hospital with burns of the third degree. You should do that with Vocal Adrenaline instead with somebody who already kicked out of the competition." Santana sneered behind her.

"Oh god, Wes, I'm so sorry." Rachel muttered muffled. The young man in front of her once had held a cup of coffee in his hand. Now it was lying on the floor and the content was located on his white shirt and the jacket on his school uniform. His friends who were standing behind him showing off a similar shocked expression like Rachel. Wes looked down on himself, then up again, searched her glance and smiled.

"I already heard about free flying coffee cups. Dangerous, these things."

Despite the shock Rachel had to smile and took her hands from her mouth, "I'm really sorry, I didn't saw you."

"How should you saw me? You were walking backwards, I was walking forwards. Basically it's my fault."

"Well, you could see it that way." Thad huffed.

"Come here, I help you to wash it off." Rachel wanted to make up for her mistake. She grabbed the napkins Mercedes handed her and wanted to dash at it. But Wes repelled her. "Don't, I throw it into the laundry and that's it. And I don't have burnings. The coffee wasn't that hot anymore."

"I pay the cleaning. Gosh, I'm so sorry."

"Would you stop it? It was an accident and accidents happen."

"What's happening here?" Kurt and Blaine came to the group and looked at her friends in turn. Mercedes pointed at Wes. "Rachel baptized the upper Warbler with his own coffee."

Kurt grimaced. "Coffee is hard to get out of clothes."

"Don't make Rachel feel guiltier about it. She couldn't help it." Wes defended his "attacker".

"Yes, she could have watched out. She has two eyes in her head." giggled Santana.

"Did you get out of bed on the wrong side with your cloven hoof?" Wes asked kindly and looked at the Latina past Rachel. Said Latina's jaw dropped. Even the Warblers were bewildered. It was rare to never that the polite Wesley hit back at a girl like that.

Rachel bit her lower lip to prevent from laughing out loud. She would have loved to see Santana's face but she didn't dare to turn around. Probably she would have choke on her suppressed laughter then.

Santana recovered herself and turned into a flirt. "Hm, I like rebellious guys. How about us two?"

Now Rachel had to turn around. Did she make a move on Wes in front of the whole gang? What was she thinking?

"Sorry, I don't like black. Black hair, black soul, black heart, choose something."

Mercedes spluttered, Tina and Mike hide behind Tina's folder and giggled muted, Puck, Lauren, Sam and Quinn started to laugh like a flock of zebras, the Warblers looked at their chairman stunned, Brittany looked at Artie who tried to explain quietly what happened and Rachel turned to Wes and smiled at him widely. Santana was short before diving over the table.

"You should never say that to somebody from Lima Heights. It ends very painful most of the time. For you."

Unimpressed Wes crossed his arms. Maybe it was the headache he had since this morning or the way she treated Rachel but right now he was in the mood for a confrontation with Santana.

"As you can see I'm Asian. If you go Lima Heights on me, I go Ninja on you."

Rachel put her hand over her mouth again. This time to hide her smile. It was fantastic to see how he gave Santana a chewing out.

"Who do you think you are? You…" The rest went down in Spanish curses. Puck, Finn and Sam hang on her and tried to get the very angry girl on her chair again where she jumped up. David saw that the welfare of his best friend was in danger grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the coffee shop.

"What was that?" He stunned asked outside. Thad, Nick, Jeff, Kurt and Blaine gathered behind them and wanted to know the same. Wes shrugged his shoulders.

"What? I gave the HBIC a bit of my mind. She was going on my nerves."

"No, you didn't give the HBIC a piece of your mind; you created an enemy for your lifetime." Blaine corrected.

"I'm annoyed, ok? I have a headache and then she comes along and bitches around. Not a good combination."

"Yeah, we saw that. We will miss you."

"She won't bite my head off."

"No, she will do other things. Terrible things."

Wes had to smile over his friends' concerns and walked to his car. On his way there the sound of his cell phone jingled and showed that he got a message. He pulled it out of his pocket and opened the SMS.

Rachel: Thank you for this spectacle =)

He smiled and wrote back.

Wes: It's been a pleasure, beautiful

Three days passed since the spectacle at the Lima Bean and slowly everything was back to normal. Santana recovered very quickly and made digs at everybody. A new song wasn't there either and it became clearer and clearer to Rachel that she was on her own again. What a surprise. A totally innovation in her life.

She spent a lot time at the library (she never heard the other girls talk about her again), searched there for suggestions and took notes. The end of the week was getting closer and still she hadn't chosen a song for her to sing. There were so many great song it was hard to choose one. Maybe she could convince Mr Schuester to let her sing various songs.

Satisfied with this decision she slammed her locker shut in her usual behavior, turned around and hurried down the hallway. Midway Azimio crossed her way. He did not deign to look at her, throw a slushie on her face and walked away without getting disturbed by her screaming. Rachel looked crestfallen. Slowly the sticky ice of the slushie ran down her face, dripped into her neck and on her clothes. He was fresh out of the machine as cold as it was.

Rachel shivered. She didn't know if it was because of the cold or the shock. Tears flooded in her eyes and she stamped her foot. Why, why, why? That was so unfair. Why were she forced to visit the only school where it was normal to throw slushies? And why didn't Figgins closed this machine?

She turned around and ran back to her locker. Almost she tripped on the rest of the slushie which dripped on the floor. She caught herself in time and was able to open her locker with shaking hands. She always had a towel in it and she took it out now. With the towel under her arm she stormed to the girl's rest room.

There she stood in front of the mirror and wiped the sticky stuff off her face. Why always her? What did she wrong this time? Not that she thought somebody else deserved that but why could it not stop for her? She didn't want this anymore.

Her cell phone ringed and after it slipped out of her wet and sticky hand thrice, she was able to accept the call.

"Hello?" she sniffed.

"Rachel? Are you crying?" That was Wes and he sounded concerned.

"Wes, I…" Rachel held the phone away from her ear because it was really sticky. "Hold on a second."

She laid her phone at the side, turned on the water, held her hands beneath it and threw a load in the face. Afterward she dried her face with the towel. When she was somewhat slushie-free, she took her cell phone against her ear again.

"Sorry, you had to wait."

Relieved Wes breathed out. He was worried. First Rachel didn't show any reactions to his call, and then it sounded like she was crying and then all he could hear was water running. Of course he was worried. To hear Rachel's voice was pure relief. Whereas she didn't sound better now.

"Rachel, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

She didn't want to tell him. As much as she liked Wes, she didn't always want to depress with her problems. She was doing that way too often. But she didn't think of Wes' good insight into human nature.

"Don't lie to me. He said calmly when he stood up and threw his empty cup away. He spend his free period at Lima Bean reading, when he got the idea to call Rachel.

She was biting on her lip to prevent herself from sobbing.

"Wes, I…."

"Please tell me what's wrong. I will worry much more because I can hear that something isn't right."

Now Rachel had to sob. How bad she wished that Wes was here with her. Somebody with a shoulder she could cry on. And that's not just metaphorically speaking.

"I have been slushied. And now I'm standing in the rest room and trying to wash away this stuff. But it's useless because sooner or later I will get another one in my face. So why should I try? I'm a loser and loser gets a slushie in their face. That's how it is."

"Hey, hey, beautiful, calm down. Relax! You're not a loser and you didn't deserve to be slushied. Nobody deserved that. The one who throw slushies THAT are the losers." Wes calmed down the crying girl. And if it was because of his words or not, Rachel's sobbing faded. When all you could were just sniffles, Wes spoke again:

"Do you need a hand?"

"No. I search something to drink and then I drive home and take a shower. Or I drive home and then I drink something. I'm thirsty."

"Thirsty?"

"Yes, always when I'm sad I get thirsty because my dads always bring me a glass of water then. Silly, I know."

Wes had to smile. "I don't think so."

"You, Wes?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for your call but I have to go home. I don't can stand these clothes any longer and my hair is freezing."

"Okay, drive carefully. We talk to each other soon."

They hung up.

When Rachel turned into her street she was glad not the see the cars of her das there. So she had time to come down and recover a little bit more. She didn't want her dad to worry and stay silent about every problem.

Therefore a other car was standing in the drive way. Stumbled, guided her car next to it, parked and got out.

"What are you doing here?" She asked Wes, who was leant against his car, amazed.

"I thought you could use some cheering up. And for your thirst I got something too." He opened the driver door, leant inside his car and handed her a cup of coffee.

"I know from Kurt your favorite is Frappuccino."

Speechless Rachel took the cup. She couldn't believe Wes really did that. Without another word she flung her arms around his neck and almost crushed him.

"Thank you." She breathed into his ear with tearful voice.

Wes hugged her too. "For you always, beautiful, always."

Rachel pressed her eyes together so she didn't cry again. How could such a terrible day have such a nice ending?

When the released each other, she smiled lightly. "Now you're not just my therapist, but my hero."

Wes laughed. "For that I'm missing the cape."

"Not every hero got a cape. Spiderman has none."

"True that."

They laughed and Rachel took a sip from her coffee. "I needed that. Thanks again, Wes."

"No need to say thanks. I enjoyed doing it."

Wes' cell phone beeped. He grimaced.

"Sorry, my alarm. I have to go back to Dalton."

"No problem, I have to shower and so. Thanks again for the coffee and everything."

Rachel hugged him as a farewell again. Tenderly he kissed her on the cheek before he drove away.

Humming Rachel walked down the hallway. In her mind she always played the scenes of the last day. No knight in shining amour could be more welcome than Wes with his coffee. Rachel was tempted to build him a statue in the front yard to show her enthusiasm. His mailbox overflowed so many times she thanked him what he sometime – as polite as he was – brushed off. His interjection, it was natural, only increased her excitement.

With a little jump she came around the corner and met Quinn who standing in the middle of the hallway and surveyed the door to the chemistry lab with a strange expression on her face.

"Quinn, is everything alright?" Rachel asked irritated and looked in the same direction like the blonde. All she could see was a paper sticking to the door.

"Do you remember that Mrs Lasting said last week she would make teams four our projects=" Quinn asked without looking at Rachel.

"Of course I can remember."

"Well, congratulations, we will be forced to spend a lot of time with each other. We're partners."

"What?" The Diva didn't trust her ears. That was a bad joke, a real bad joke.

"Go and see, the list is hanging there."

Rachel came closer. There it was:

Team 1: Rachel Berry – Quinn Fabray

Uh oh. Quinn and Rachel in one team? I take bets who will survive: D

While I wrote the Wes – Santana fight I had a big smile on my face. Just like Rachel. It was so much fun.

Well, what do you say? Were the Wes/Rachel scenes cute? Boring? Would rather see them make out in Wes' car? Tell me your opinion. As always I'm open for suggestion. You want a scene were Rachel and Quinn fight in the next chapter? Tell me and let me see if I can use it.

Kkaty: Glad you liked it. Hope you loved this chapter. Yeah, Rachel changed. She finally found something who see the real Rachel and that is a bust for her self-confident.

PrincessPuckerman: I thought it would be a good choice to let her have a nice guy. Not Finn

BigTimeGleekBTR: Thanks. Was it good again?

Elle Loves Glee: Wes and his friends are hilarious. But wait, there some other people who will cause havoc and fun soon ;-)

liz-04: I hope this chapter made up for the missing Wes/Rachel scene in the last chapter.

BlondeBookworm421: Thanks you. I'm trying my best. I love English but it's hard because originally the story is in German. It's kinda heavy to express the same way in English. And to be honest your idea with the interactions in front of their friend gave me the idea for the Lima Bean Fight *g*

ntcfm: Glad you like dit and enjoyed these chapter too.

shipper: And here's the update. More coming soon.