A/N: I apologise ahead for the incorrect spelling and grammar. This chapter has some brittana, but not a lot. I hope you enjoy it.
Rachel dangled her feet over the edge of the stage in the school's auditorium, looking at the blonde survey the auditorium in awe. She ate lunch in here almost everyday, or at least whenever the choir room was locked. Brittany was apparently stunned at the size of McKinley's auditorium. Her old school's was much less impressive.
Brittany sat in the front row, looking up at Rachel who seemed to be in a far off place, like she was remembering something that had happened long ago, but she never allowed herself to think about it before. The brunette smiled and played with the hem of her skirt.
"This is my favourite place in the entire school." She admitted, reclining back so that she looked to the ceiling where the various lights danced across her face. Brittany sort of wished she had a camera right then, Rachel seemed right at home here. The brunette sighs, "The New Directions performed so many songs here. I remember waiting back stage before Invitationals. I knew even before we went on that we were going to nail it. And we did, by the way." She added causing Brittany to giggle.
Brittany smiled as she saw a crooked grin appear across Rachel's features.
"We also did a couple of show stopping numbers in here as well. You know, something just for fun. Nothing will ever compare to the feeling of the crowd's applause during a stand ovation. But I would even give that to be able to sing in a group again." She finished, looking back down at her hands in her skirt.
"Well, why don't you?" Brittany asked bluntly.
"Why don't I what, Brittany?" Rachel asked tiredly, moving to lie down, supporting herself on her elbow to look at Brittany.
"I have this idea, feel free to decline if you will," Brittany crossed her legs in a business like fashion.
Rachel's brow narrowed and she nodded her head.
"Why don't you start up the New Directions again?" Brittany asked curiously.
Rachel snorted and rolled her eyes.
"And what teacher would want to put up with us? And how would we get enough people to qualify?" Rachel questioned condescendingly.
"Why does it always have to be a competition? Why can't you do stuff just for fun?" Brittany countered, tilting her chin up.
Rachel opened her mouth to answer before closing it again slowly. Was it really that simple? It couldn't be.
Rachel sat up and leaned forward on her elbows to show that she was listening.
"My old school had a dance class, but it was cut because of budgeting. Instead of giving up, me and a couple of friends put some money together to rent out space at the local studio. Everyone that used to dance now had a new, and even better space." Brittany said.
"I see..." Rachel sighed. "We wouldn't get bullied because no one would no about it, and even though there's no competing it's still fun after all. But-"
"But what, Rach?" Brittany moaned, tired of the girl's protest.
"What- What if no one wants to do it anymore? What if I just fooled myself into thinking others enjoyed it as much as I did." Rachel whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as her eyes started to water. " I was the only one who ever seemed driven to sing."
Brittany slowly got up from her seat and pulled the smaller girl into a tight hug.
"Rach, the arts aren't something you can easily get over. You have passion, and I'm positive that you would be able to see if it's real or not." Brittany offered comfortingly, rubbing Rachel's arms up and down soothingly.
Rachel pulled away and gave her a dazzling, all signs of tears instantly gone. How the hell does she do that?
"You're right, of course. I have something of a sixth sense you see." Rachel nodded to herself as if it made perfect sense.
"So you're, like, magic?" Brittany asked in awe as she pulled herself up onto the stage to sit next to her new friend.
Rachel giggled.
"Almost." She said.
The two girls sat next to each other in comfortable silence until Rachel spoke up.
"So... where will the first meeting of this secret Glee club be held?" Rachel asked.
"Well, this place is empty at lunch right? You could probably sneak in and do performances in here." Brittany said, gesturing around the theatre.
"True. And we could probably hold practices in my basement. No person in there right mind would suspect people over at my house." Rachel exclaimed causing Brittany to frown thoughtfully.
"You know what, Brittany? You've only been here half a day, and you have treated me with more kindness than any of my peers did in their entire lives." Rachel said earnestly.
"You're pretty awesome to, Rachel." Brittany laughed.
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"Sloppy, freak show babbies!" Sue yelled into her bull horn as the entire squad, except for the two co-captains, sank to their knees, gasping for much needed breath. "You better start breathing quieter before I send you all around the track for another 15 laps! Practice is over in five!" The bull horn clicked, signalling that Sue's rant was over.
As soon as the coach turned her back, Quinn's legs quivered violently. The short haired blonde clutched to Santana for balance, almost knocking the Latina over. Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and pulling her up to a standing position.
"Come on, Q. We're supposed to be setting an example for the rest of the team." Santana whispered harshly in the blonde's ear. Quinn shivered as Santana's hot breath washed over the side of her face.
"It's been a long day, S. I just need to lie down for a few secs..." Quinn trailed off before falling back into Santana's arms.
"Oh no, don't you get fucking weak on me here. Up on your feet, Fabray. Practice is over in a few minutes, power through." Santana growled, pushing her friend off of her. Quinn stumbled before regaining her balance.
The blonde shot a quick glare at the brunette.
"Fine, but if I suffer, they sure as hell are suffering with me." Quinn muttered.
Santana smirked evilly, understanding exactly what Quinn was suggesting.
"Up on your feet, all of you! You can rest at home, ladies!" Santana shouted, clapping loudly to get the girls attention.
The group of girls groaned loudly, but made no move to get up.
"The last person who is not on there feet, I will personally make sure will get kicked off the Cheerios." Quinn added in a sickeningly sweet voice.
The Cheerios were up on their feet so fast that neither girl could figure out who was last. Instead of letting them know that, Santana just nodded quietly, shooting a glare no where in particular.
"All of you do five more laps of the track before hitting the showers." Quinn demanded before heading to the water bench.
The girls protested loudly. Santana held up her hand, signalling science.
"I don't want to hear how much your legs hurt, or that you're about to barf. In fact, if I don't see you upchucking in the ditch, I know you're not working out hard enough. Therefore, you are not fit to be on the Cheerios." Santana finished with a sinister smile.
Santana walked over to Quinn as the girls jogged around the track. The blonde took a cup of water and dumped it over her head. Santana watched the rivets of water travel down Quinn's face, over her mouth, and down her chest, disappearing under her neck line. Her eyes were trained to her best friend as she shook her short hair around to dry it off.
"What are you looking at?" Quinn asked, taking a long drink of water,
"No-Nothing." Santana coughed before regaining herself. "Just imagining you as a golden retriever, not that hard actually."
Quinn sneered and grabbed a towel, wiping the water out of her face.
"Whatever. Any other day I would beat the crap out of you, but I'm just to tired." She groaned, collapsing onto the bench, watching wearily as the team jogged around the track, their glistening sweat clearly visible, their breast bouncing on each step.
"Well this ought to wake you up: Man Hands is having words with your man." Santana said pointing across the field, over to the football players who had just finished practice. Rachel Berry was sitting on the edge of the bleachers, talking to Finn who was sitting beside her, nodding along to whatever she was saying. "I thought he said that he and Berry weren't really friends. That they barely spoke to each other since we shut that club down." Santana said, curiously awaiting Quinn's reaction.
Her friend growled under her breath before getting up.
"I told her to stay away from him. What the fuck could they possibly have to talk about?"
"Maybe they're planning their next late night rendezvous. It's obvious that she still has it bad for him, and you obviously aren't giving him what he needs." Santana suggested with a smirk. She was definitely fanning the flames and she was loving it.
"I give him enough! And I'm definitely the better choice between the two of us." Quinn added obviously.
"You know, most of you're problems would be solved if you just put out." Santana said nonchalantly. "Sure you would have a pile of pregnancy tests on stand by, but hey, that's what you have to do if you want to hold on to your man. There's only so long you can go before he goes nuts after you pray when he touches your ass." Santana added, smirking at her friend as the blonde girl flushed red.
"I am a christian. He knows that I'm waiting till marriage." Quinn huffed, glaring at Finn as the petite brunette giggled at something he had said. She visibly tensed as Rachel smacked his shoulder somewhat flirtatiously.
"It's really easy being a prude when you're not attracted to him, isn't it?" Santana grinned.
Quinn felt heat rise to the back of her ears.
"He is very handsome, and nice, and-"
"Dumb as a stick?" Santana finished, moving to kneel in front of Quinn who had her eyes trained on Rachel. Santana trailed her nails along the hem of Quinn's skirt, making Quinn drag her eyes away from the other girl ."He's nice looking, but does he get you hot?" Santana asked as Quinn flushed under Santana's gaze. "Do you think about him at night when you're-"
Quinn hastily got to her and brushed down her skirt. She looked over to Rachel who had her boyfriend in a tight embrace.
"I'm going to talk to them." Quinn excused herself, backing away and turning slowly.
Santana moved to get up to follow before Quinn turned back to her.
"No, no! You- you stay here!" Quinn stuttered before striding off towards the laughing couple.
Santana slumped against the bench, disappointed.
There was nothing more fun than watching Quinn bite Berry's head off.
Santana was about to head towards the showers until she saw a familiar face, watching her from the top of the bleachers. It was the new girl that she was in her science class. Santana and her eyes connected for a beat before the blonde girl, she remembered that Quinn had called her Brittany, eyes turned towards Berry and Finn. Even from as far as she was, Santana could see the worried expression cross Brittany's face as Quinn stormed towards Berry.
Santana smiled to herself before jogging off towards the new girl.
Shit was about to go down.
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Rachel laughed along with Finn as her story came to a close. It had been a while since the two of them had an actual conversation, and she would be lying if she said she didn't miss him. They used to have a lot of fun together in Glee Club.
"Oh-Oh! And remember that time that Kurt sang you that ballad, and Puck was looking at you all funny." She said loudly, snapping her fingers as she tried to recall the memory. "He was so sure that you and Kurt had some sort of a secret relationship." Rachel giggled when Finn blushed deeply.
"Oh, and that time Mr. Schue invited April Rhodes into the choir room-" Finn started before Rachel continued on the story.
"And she passed out drunk on Brad's piano." Rachel finished with a laugh.
"Oh my god, he looked so lost standing there without his usual seat." Finn chuckled, tossing his football back and forth between his hands.
The two sighed wistfully.
"You're right, Rach, I do miss it. A lot actually." Finn admitted, running a hand over the back of his neck. "But what you're suggesting..."
"Just here me out, I'll schedule our weekly meetings so that they don't clash with your football practice. You wouldn't even have to tell the coach or the rest of the team. Well, except Sam, Matt, Puck, and Mike. I hope that even if you choose not to go, you discuss this with the other guys."
Finn nodded, sort of following what she was saying.
"Of course I want to, but who would run it?"
"We would switch between us each week. I know that I am clearly the best choice, but I want to make these get togethers appealing to everyone." Rachel answered. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that it couldn't be to hard to do Mr. Schue's job."
"Yeah, all he did was stand there and write a word on the board." Finn grinned, nudging Rachel's shoulder.
"And he always showed up late." Rachel added with a giggle.
Finn snorted.
"Has anyone agreed to this?"
Rachel nodded.
"I talked to Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina in English and Sugar, and Artie in math class. They all loved the idea." Rachel gushed, looking expectantly at Finn.
Rachel held her breath as Finn nodded quietly to himself.
"I'm in. I'll talk to the guys."
Rachel squealed and wrapped her arms around Finn tightly
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Rachel screams.
Finn chuckled and hugged back.
"No problem." He pulled away and looked the smaller brunette in the eye. "Um.. maybe you can come over to my house after I change, we can practice, I am a bit rusty." He offered sheepishly.
"Oh, I would Finn, but I have a friend waiting for me. I'm going over to her house after school." Rachel said excitedly.
"Oh, well that's okay-"
"Finn!"
Rachel's head whipped around and Finn's eyes widened in fear. Quinn Fabray was looking murderous as she advanced on the two of them.
"What are you doing talking to her?" Quinn seethes, hands on her hips, glaring down at Rachel menacingly. The small girl shrank back into her seat, wishing that she could become one with the bleachers.
"Nothing- we have a science project together." Finn lied.
"Me and RuPaul are in the same science class genius." Quinn snapped, turning her glare on Finn.
"Quinn, if you must know, Finn's and my family ran into each other at the supermarket. We were just catching up since then." Rachel said as Finn nodded hastily along with her. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about."
"Oh yeah? Then why did he lie if it wasn't something bad?" Quinn sneered.
"Well, Quinn, I don't know if you know this, but you are rather intimidating and you are quite unpredictable." Rachel replied, looking down at her fiddling hands.
"Go take a shower, Finn. You're giving me a ride home." Quinn demanded, shooting an icy glare at the nervous boy.
"Oh, r-right." He picked up his helmet in one hand and his football in the other. "Bye, Rachel." He said to her before jogging off towards the school.
Rachel moved to get up, but Quinn pushed her back down by her shoulders.
"Not you. I'm not done with you yet." Quinn hissed.
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Brittany was starting to get nervous for Rachel. She had seen the blonde girl storm towards her friend, and she wanted to warn her, but Rachel had asked specifically asked her to wait while she talked to him. But Quinn looked really pissed right now, and the tall blonde really didn't want to take the chance of Rachel getting hurt.
Brittany found herself walking over towards Rachel, right on Quinn's tail. She had almost caught p to Quinn until a familiar, smirking Latina moved in front of her. Brittany went to walk around her, but Santana slid into her path.
"Can I help you?" Santana smirked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, move." Brittany huffed, quickly moving around the Cheerio.
She started to walk faster until she felt a firm grasp on her wrist.
"Where do you think you're going, blondie?" Santana asked, yanking Brittany back towards her. "I don't think Q wants to be interrupted."
"Let go of me." Brittany hissed with so much malice that the Latina backed away in shock.
"Take a chill pill, barbie. I think you have enough on your plate with the football players already after you. Do you really want my wrath on top of that?" Santana asked snarkily as she advanced towards the blonde once again.
"You know, you keep asking me that, but you never follow up. I'm starting to think that you're all bark and no bite." Brittany snapped, shouldering Santana out of the way and walking quickly over to her cowering friend.
"You better watch your back tomorrow, Pierce. You won't know what hit you!" Santana called off after the blonde, cursing her silently when Brittany flipped her the bird as a response.
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"Q-Quinn, I assure you that there is nothing going on between Finn and I. You won him fair and square." Rachel said, backing away when Quinn placed both of her hands on either side of her head, towering over her. "I'll n-never speak to him at school again." Rachel assured her. She flinched as Quinn's cool breath hit her face. She smelt like tropical tic tacs.
"No. You will not speak to him again ever." Quinn demanded somewhat desperately, much to Rachel's surprise. "I can't risk his popularity plummeting like it did last year, this is my year for Prom Queen and I'm going to make sure I get it."
"Quinn, you honestly have nothing to worry about. Finn would be crazy to ever think of leaving you. You are a beautiful girl, Quinn. And you don't need some guy or a crown to prove it." Rachel said.
"Don't give me that crap, RuPaul." Quinn sneered. "I'm not buying you're flattery. Talk to him again, and you're going to find yourself on the receiving end of another slushie.
Rachel sighs.
"This isn't about Finn, is it? You're scared that one day I will get tired of all the trouble you keep giving me, and I'll tell him that you were-" Rachel was interrupted by a hand striking her hard across the face. The brunette clutched her face and looked at Quinn in pure shock.
Quinn backed up and looked at her hand as if she had no control over what it just did. She reached out to Rachel, but ended up stopping mid-reach, looking at her hand, appalled.
"Oh my god, Rachel. I am so- so-"
"Hey!" Brittany appeared out of nowhere. "Leave her alone!"
Brittany shoved Quinn lightly. She was surprised when Quinn stood there numbly, not making any move to defend herself.
"Brittany, it's fine." Rachel said, still touching the place where Quinn had slapped her.
"I think it's time for us to leave." Brittany replied, grabbing Rachel's hand and pulled her to her feet. "We'll go to your house instead, just to be safe." She said to Rachel, glaring at Quinn the whole time.
"I'm- I- I didn't mean to-" Quinn stumbled over her words quickly as Brittany and Rachel started to walk away. "I'm sorry!" She called out.
Brittany looked to her new friend. Rachel's eyes had tears threatening to spill over for the second time today.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing, nothing." Rachel let out a shay breath. "I over stepped my bounds, poorly chose a few words."
Brittany shook her head, not buying it.
"She seemed just as upset as you were. I have a feeling there's something you're not telling me."
"Then you will just have to believe that I'm not telling you for a reason." Rachel replied wearily.
Brittany nodded wordlessly.
Rachel would just have to tell her when she was ready.
A/N: I apologize if the ending seems a bit rushed :P Reviews are appreciated.