Chapter Two
Leaving her last class before lunch Rachel was surprised meet with the strangely less than ice cold glare of the cheer leading captain.
"Ready to go to glee?," Quinn asked as she automatically took Rachel's books.
"Quinn forgive me for saying this in such a disbelieving tone but you play the part of fiancée rather well. May I ask if you've been receiving acting classes on the side?"
The blonde suddenly realized her own actions and threw Rachel a glare as she shoved the girl's books back into her arms.
"Oh just shut up Berry. And carry your own books."
"I would gladly do so except one of my arms seems to be busily entangled with one of yours and I lack your kind of athleticism."
Quinn's response, a low growl, prompted Rachel to retract her words, as well as her arm.
She was used to the less than warm treatment from the resident HBIC and merely nodded as she repositioned her load.
Expecting to meet their fellow glee members as soon as they walked in, the two girls were surprised to see a familiar set of arguing strange people disguised as their school teachers alone in the glee club classroom.
"Scheuster, just you try and tell me you're not responsible for the strange happenings around my Mckinley. My Kingdom!," the blonde roared.
"Sue, as always, I don't really have time for any of… you right now," her counterpart replied as he tried not to make eye contact.
"Your team of glee losers tiptoeing around quietly? Cheerleaders being nice to people? Rachel Berry speaking in a regular tone of voice? This reeks of you. This entire situation is as sticky as the numerous tubs of gel and wax amalgamating on your head."
"Whatever the kids have done I assure you that it has nothing to do with me. I try to be a good teacher but they have their own lives to lead and I try not to meddle in that too much."
Rachel deposited her things on her favourite seat while Quinn merely took to standing annoyed next to the door as the arguing continued.
At that point Sue was up and pointing at the tired looking man who looked as if he wanted to melt into his seat.
"Don't you dare lie to my beautiful, strongly featured face," she began. "Especially when you're using this club to breed what you think will be the next generation of high school freaks! Have you really thought this through William? Have you? The freakiest of them all, that Berry with my invincible cheerio captain! They'll create freaks that can't be killed!"
"I'm not trying to breed anyone together!," Schuester replied as he threw his arms up in the air in exasperation. "And if you're talking about Rachel and Quinn, they have names by the way, they're both females! You can't just… hold on… are you trying to tell me they're together?"
"I am watching you William. Like a fat kid would a chocolate cake and if you make one wrong move… I'll be on you. Like a fat kid eating a chocolate cake. You're the cake William, sweet and squishy on the outside and disgustingly sweet on the inside and I will put my teeth right on you."
"In case you two haven't noticed, we're in the room," Quinn huffed, her arms still folded in front of her chest.
"And just in case Santana has hidden video cameras with the help of my resident stalker, we are in the room and very much together as a newly engaged couple," Rachel added with a smile.
"Good, we're glad you're here," Sue Sylvester said as she pulled Quinn in and sat the two in front of her.
Quinn heaved a sigh at the closing door and heaved a sigh at the decisive sound it made.
"They're here for glee Sue, we need to continue this discussion later, the other kids will be here soon too," Schuester said.
"No they won't, I cancelled glee," the short haired blonde replied matter of factly.
"You cancelled… you don't have the authority to do that!," Schuester replied.
"Even though I should, I know, I signed the notice as you."
"What?"
"There's no need to act so scandalized, it's my ego that took the bruising. You should feel honoured."
"I feel mostly annoyed and confused," the male teacher replied as he fought the urge to hold his head in his hands.
"It's alright Mr. Schue, Quinn feels like that all the time," Rachel said as she deposited a friendly shoulder pat on the man. "Maybe soon if you're lucky, you can find someone to propose to too."
"I never proposed to you Rachel!," Quinn said angrily. "Why you think that would actually be of comfort to anyone is beyond me."
"And you both can live happily ever after with your own solos!"
"I'm going to leave now," Sue said even as her eyes narrowed at the group. "Because there's plotting to be done and I can't do it here because you all piss me off. But be assured that I'm watching you! All of you! Especially you Quinn, see you at practice later."
Once Mr. Schue had confirmed that the evil presence in the room had all but disappeared he did his best to lay his disappointed look on the two remaining girls.
"It's come to my attention that you two are… dating?," he began worriedly, still somehow hoping that the whole thing was a Sue induced nightmare he was likely to wake up from seconds later.
Unfortunately for him, Quinn merely shrugged as Rachel expectedly took the role of answering for the both of them.
"We're engaged Mr. Schue so let me thank you in advance for your early wedding present of allowing us both to sing solos for the upcoming…," she started before getting a smack on the arm from her still silent fiancée.
"Rachel did you really just say that?," their teacher asked disbelievingly. "So you two are actually… I mean… really, truly… not jokingly…"
"Engaged to be married, yes," Rachel said with a nod.
"You two. Engaged… you really just said that?"
"She did. In a normal tone of voice," the blonde girl confirmed even as Rachel nodded excitedly beside her. "You're welcome."
"We are really engaged, yes. Now about those solos…"
"To … each other?"
"Yes. Mr. Schue, Quinn and I are engaged to be married to each other. Are you paying attention to me?," Rachel asked with a frown.
"I am really trying not to right now," the man admitted.
"Welcome to my life," Quinn huffed.
"How did this come about exactly? Were you two at a party recently? I'm not pressuring you to name names but… did certain seedy people offer you two some strange smelling cigarettes? I hate to break it to you girls but those were actually recreational…"
"Mr. Schue we would be honored if you would attend the wedding, perhaps as one of the sponsors. It would be the least we could do after your approval of our solos…"
For the umpteenth time during the same conversation William Schuester gaped at the couple sitting in front of him.
"Are you two on drugs?," he asked seriously.
"No but are you offering?," Quinn replied without any sort of joking tone.
"We're high on love Mr. Schue," Rachel quipped.
"I think we should just leave it at that before one of us overdoses."
"I … might need to see someone about this."
Quinn leaned back in her chair, too tired from her own life to even think about arguing.
"Alright but try to get see someone privately, the school related psychs are all backed up with other people freaking out about us."
"Noted, thank you Quinn."
"Isn't she sweet?"
"I'm going to leave the classroom to you two but, remember you're still on school property so try not to get so… handsy with each other alright?"
At the that the blonde promptly sat up. Tired as she was there's no way she was going to let him insinuate that she and Rachel would…
"Thanks for the warning," the brunette said. "I don't know how you heard but Quinn apparently has this habit of smacking when she gets excited."
"I really didn't need to hear that Rachel."
"Don't listen to her Mr. Schue, I don't know what she's into but I am not the kinky one in this relationship. There are just some heated moments when I find myself unable to refrain from smacking her, that's all."
"Quinn you really don't need to explain the details or our relationship. Mr. Schue just specifically said that he didn't need to know."
"I'm gonna hit you right now Rachel."
"Don't start in front of me!," the teacher said as he scrambled to collect his things before heading straight for the door. "And I mean it, if I hear tomorrow that strange sounds were coming from this room I am going to be very displeased with the both of you."
"Don't worry Mr. Schue, I'll make sure Quinn keeps her hands gentle for the sake of our relationship."
Mr. Schue didn't even pretend he had the words to reply and soon the couple were on their own once again.
"I really should hit you for that last one Rachel, you know that right?"
"Again Quinn I really think we should work on giving you some more healthy outlets since we're in this relationship for the long run."
"No one even said we're in a relationship!"
"I would have to beg to differ. The whole school is saying it. Anyway, now that he's gone, perhaps you'd like to take this opportunity to ask me what my plans are for this evening."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Well, it is a Friday night and social rules dictate that you and I need to be seen in each other's presence in a public, well lit area possibly dining or enjoying a movie together. I thought it could serve as a good opportunity to work out how we'd like our engagement to play out."
"That can't happen until we take a trip to the mall and get you some new clothes," Quinn said as she planned to normalize the situation as best she could.
"Why? I have plenty of clothing items available at home."
"Because you need start looking like someone I would… you know," Quinn started as she readjusted her ponytail.
"Let it out Quinn, it's important to try not bottling up your feelings all the time. Maybe if you said it you'd look less green."
"You need to start looking like someone I would marry," Quinn finished as she leveled a look at the girl.
Rachel nodded her agreement as she txted her fathers about being home late that night.
"Oh never mind, that seems to be rather terrible advice. Sorry Quinn, now you look more green."
On that note, and apparently silently agreeing to Quinn's proposal, the brunette wandered out of the room with a final dramatic flip of her hair over her shoulder.
Quinn sighed and thanked whoever she had to thank for the silent moment. She knew that Santana could cause trouble but this was really pushing it.
Before she could wonder about her next move, her thoughts were interrupted by yet another unwelcome and very vocal entry into her world.
"Hello," Kurt greeted cheerfully as he walked into the room.
"What do you want?," Quinn replied less than cheerfully as she cursed her luck.
"Is that any way to speak to your best man?," he replied with a cocked eyebrow even as Quinn scoffed in his face.
"Wouldn't you be more of a bridesmaid?," she asked.
"Right back at you Romeo," Kurt countered. "Isn't it funny that it's always the tall pretty blonde girls that end up being the tall pretty blonde grooms?"
"What's funny is that I have no idea what you're talking about and yet I don't care. I would so obviously be the bride. Don't you know who you're talking to?"
"Even Quinn Fabray can't out bride-zilla Rachel Berry and even Quinn Fabray knows it."
Quinn mulled over his words, annoyed that there seemed to be some truth in them.
"You'd still be a bridesmaid," she mumbled.
"Well yes, in an ideal world," he conceded. "But rumour has it that a few fights have already broken out between the cheerio factions as they try to decide who will actually get to be bridesmaids at the wedding, gladiator style. I don't really want to be a part of that. I dislike sweating. And females in general so… you see where I'm going with this right?"
"I do so spare me the details of your existence."
"Again, I am to be your best man, or more correctly, Rachel's best man but standing next to you because you're the guy so if you wouldn't mind dialing down the bitchy tone, I would be grateful."
"What is that you want? Did you come here so I could hit you too?"
"Wouldn't Rachel be upset over that?"
"What the hell kind of relationship is everybody at this school imagining Rachel and I have?"
"Don't think too deeply on that one Captain Fabray, you're gonna want to stay at least a little sane for the wedding planning. Anywho, I have actually come to offer my services to you. It's come to my attention that although you're the high and mighty queen around here that it's Rachel that's taken the lead on most things so far."
"How would you know that?"
"I have instincts."
Quinn's eyes narrowed further and she stood out of her seat to take on her well practiced glowering pose.
"Alright I've been following you around waiting for an opportunity to present myself as a bridesmaid but as I previously explained, sweating does not become me and…"
"Enough! Just say what you have to say without… saying that much, I already have to deal with Rachel and she's like… ten of everybody else!"
"That's sweet, you think she's a ten!"
"I will maim you Kurt, regardless of whether you think Rachel will become jealous over it."
"I really only have one piece of advice along with several requests regarding football players that I hope you'll hear at a later date when you're much less angry but primarily, I think all you have to do is remember who you are."
"Look I don't have time for any of this right now alright? I have to get ready to meet Rachel's fathers at some point during all this and that's gonna take some careful planning."
"Well with a fiancee like yours who needs a mother in law right?"
"Did you just crack a stupid joke at the expense of my... fian... Rachel?"
"Your Rachel?," Kurt let out a giggle before Quinn's suddenly aggressive posture forced him to turn it into a cough hybrid.
"Geez Louise, try to relax a little! I was only trying to lighten you up! Now turn that frown upside down, we don't want wrinkles before the ceremony. You should listen to what I'm trying to say though. I mean, Quinn Fabray… doesn't being in charge come naturally to you? Go cause some wrinkles for other people instead, they don't belong on your face."
AN:
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