A.N: I suck. Also Happy belated Thanksgiving to all my American homies... Yeah never using that word again.

Wednesday March 31, 2010

5:07 P.M.

Quinn spun Rachel around to face her and reclaimed her lips immediately.

The brunette fisted her hands in the material of Quinn's shirt and then tore her mouth away "Quinn…"

Quinn's hummed and pressed her mouth to Rachel's neck, placing hot open-mouthed kisses to the skin there. Rachel groaned, and a moment later one of Quinn's hands tugged at Rachel's knee, urging the diva to hook her leg around the blonde's hip. Quinn was thankful neither she nor Rachel was wearing dresses if only because what little control she had would have meant nothing if she had easy access to the diva's body.

Rachel caught Quinn's chin with her free hand and directed the blonde's lips back to her own. As their tongues met Rachel let out a deep moan. Rachel's hands abandoned Quinn's face and her shirt and slid down to grab at Quinn's backside. Quinn's hips snapped forward to grind against Rachel's center. Rachel pressed her hands down harder and her own hips shot forward.

"Woah!" The two girls sprang apart and turned to face the intruder.

Santana stood there looking horrified, "I can't un-see that shit!"

Quinn and Rachel flushed red and Quinn jumped onto the offensive, "What the hell S! Learn to knock!"

Santana growled back, "Oh no Q, this is a public bathroom… in a school. I shouldn't have to knock."

Rachel seemed to draw herself up, "Santana I apologize for mine and Quinn's lack of control. I hope that any psychological damage…" She trailed off and then she paled, "Quinn… she knows right? She knows about you and me?"

Quinn nodded, "Yeah Rach, she knows."

Rachel exhaled, "Oh thank god. I was afraid that she was going to eviscerate us, or at least make our lives hell from now on."

Santana smirked, "Relax Smurfette. Quinn let me in on the whole Q loves Berry thing. I think she's nuts but if you make her happy then who am I to judge considering me and Britt."

Rachel nodded, "That is true. It would make you seem like quite the hypocrite."

Santana scowled at her for a moment and the barked, "Seriously though Q, keep it in your pants at school. I could have been a Cheerio."

Quinn cocked her head, "You are a Cheerio."

Santana growled back, "Cute Tubbers, real cute. You know what I mean."

Quinn sighed, "Yeah I do. Sorry S."

Santana waved a hand, "No worries." She was quiet for a moment and then asked, "I thought you guys were taking it slow?" She picked up Brittany's purse from one of the sinks and motioned for Rachel and Quinn precede her out of the door.

Rachel replied, "We are."

Santana chuckled, "That was not slow… that was warp 9."

Rachel opened her mouth to reply but stalled before giggling, "Warp 9? Star Trek? Really Santana?"

Santana blushed, "Shut up Berry."

Rachel smiled "My daddy loves Star Trek, Voyager especially."

Santana snorted, "Janeway is a total bad ass."

Quinn smirked, "We are going slow. Rachel's Gaga outfit was…"

Santana finished her though, "Hot. It was hot. Ok I get it. Just… be careful from now on."

Monday April 5, 2010

After their Gaga detour the club had gone back to normal.

And now they were discussing their chances at Regionals.

"The Ohio show choir chat rooms have all been buzzing about how Vocal Adrenaline has lost a step." Artie turned his head to look at Kurt.

The soprano flicked his hand, "I agree. The judges," He paused for a moment as he was overcome by the strangest sense of déjà vu before he shook it off, "Know all their tricks. Now that we have Jesse, they've lost their best performer."

Less than a second after his last word Rachel came careening around the corner, "You guys have to come to the auditorium. It's an emergency."

Kurt's heart clenched. He knew what came next just like he knew what would happen in January… well it would happen in January. He would work on remembering later.

He clenched his fists and nodded to Rachel, "Lead the way."

3:46 P.M.

The rest of the club was there by the time Kurt, Rachel, Tina, Mercedes, and Artie arrived.

As soon as they filed into the auditorium Jesse broke away from his blue garbed former team-mates… or was it just team-mates now?

Kurt remembered Rachel standing where he now stood, "Jesse? Why… why are you up there with them?"

His Jesse didn't look as smug as the one that had broken Rachel's heart and his voice wasn't as strong, "I… I've transferred back to Carmel High Kurt." He stopped there instead of rattling off a bunch of fake reasons like the first time around.

Kurt had known this might happen but it still knocked the air from his lungs, "Why? We… we accepted you. I… I thought you cared about m-" He took a deep breath, "About us. About New Directions."

Jesse took a step forward, "I do care Kurt. But… You guys aren't going to win Regionals and there is no way you'll take Nationals. I need another win if I want to keep my scholarship."

Quinn stepped forward and demanded, "Who put you up to this? Did Sh- Did Miss Corcoran tell you to come back?"

Jesse lifted his chin, "This was my decision. Miss Corcoran made it clear that she'd understand if I wanted to stay… and I do. You have no idea how much I want to stay but I have to think of my future."

Finn lost all patience, "Why are you here in our auditorium?"

Jesse opened his mouth to speak but finally turned to scowl at the rest of Vocal Adrenaline.

One of the girls stepped forward and replied in a snotty tone, "All of the blogs and Chat rooms say that you losers are going to win. We're here to show you a little number we came up with a few days ago." She smirked, "To see if you talentless hacks agree with that particular pipe dream."

The Vocal Adrenaline members quickly got into position and as they did Jesse mouthed 'Sorry' to Kurt.

The performance wasn't as impressive the second time though it might have been that Kurt wasn't focused on the show but rather the ache forming in his chest. It shouldn't hurt like this. He had gone into this knowing that Jesse might and probably would end up back at his old school with his old team and yet he was crushed.

Mercedes, Quinn, and Rachel surrounded him protectively and when the performance ended and Jesse took a step towards the steps as if to go to Kurt the fair haired boy shook his head and turned. He led the way as the rest of the team followed him out.

Artie broke the silence as they neared the choir room, "It's a Carmel High tradition-"

Kurt cut him off, "'Funkification'. They did it to rattle our confidence."

Finn nodded, "We used to do it on the football team, pull pranks to intimidate the other team."

Puck growled, "Our football team sucks. Those jackholes are golden."

Kurt walked quietly into the choir room and sagged, they had tee-peed the crap out of the place.

Tuesday April 6, 2010

4:22 P.M.

Right after Glee, after spending the whole time listening to Mr. Schue trying to cheer them up and break them out of their Funk Quinn cornered Puck.

"I know you're planning some stupid revenge scheme to get even with Vocal Adrenaline." She already had him backed into a corner.

The boy eyed her shiftily, "No I'm not."

Quinn sneered, "So you aren't planning on slashing the tires on the Range Rovers of all of Vocal Adrenaline kids with Finn later tonight?"

Puck gaped at her "How do you know that?"

She shrugged, "Rachel is psychic."

Puck looked intrigued, "Dude that is so cool. Can she tell futures and stuff?"

Quinn shook her head, "It is pretty limited to knowing when team-mates are going to do something stupid."

Puck sighed, "Look Baby Mama, those douche-bags need to be taught a lesson especially after what St. Jack Hole did to Kurt and would have done to Rachel if she hadn't realized the dude was gay with a capital G."

Quinn reached out a hand and place it on his arm, "They do need to be taught a lesson, but not by you Puck, and not by Finn. The Carmel parking lot has cameras. You'll get caught and you'll either be expelled, end up in jail, or have to pay for the damages."

Puck's face lost the mutinous expression it had born, "I didn't think about that. But… what will we do?"

Quinn shook her head, "I don't know yet, but we'll think of something, as a team."

Puck sighed, "Alright Q."

Thursday April 8, 2010

4:01 P.M.

They had done Funk numbers, well actually Mercedes, Finn, and Puck had done a rap song with the word funk in it the day before and they had planned to relax. Only Rachel was late to Glee and the last time that had happened, granted it had been in the future, she had died so Quinn and Kurt were understandably nervous.

When Rachel walked in a different outfit from the one she had worn that morning Quinn had been ready to go find the jock that had slushied her that is until Rachel sat down and quietly informed them that she had been egged, by Vocal Adrenaline.

Kurt choked out, "Was Jesse there?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, he's the one that called me to the parking lot… he said he wanted to talk about you. He was the last one to break an egg on me; I think it was his re-initiation. Like a gang… or a cult."

Kurt looked devastated, "Rachel I…"

Rachel smiled sadly at him, "This wasn't your fault Kurt. I'm just glad it wasn't you they egged." She hesitated before she finally murmured, "He looked like he felt horrible for it."

Quinn hovered behind Rachel, "Are you ok?"

Santana had her bitch face on, "Egging a Vegan is a real dick thing to do."

Rachel sniffed, "It was horrible and now I'm having horrible thoughts about all of the mothers of all of the little baby chicks coming after me for revenge."

Puck seemed to snap, "Oh, this is bull. Finn, Mike, Matt, come with me." Noah stood and stormed across the room.

Finn seemed prepared to put aside his anger at Rachel and Quinn for the moment as he too stood angrily, "Right on. It's time for less talking and more punching."

Matt and Mike wore identical pissed expressions as they fell in behind Finn. Kurt followed with Artie. He had felt like punching something since Jesse had defected and now Vocal Adrenaline had gone and attacked Rachel as well. He squared his shoulders. No one pushed the Hummels around or screwed with their friends.

Mr. Schue breezed into the choir room, "Hey what's going on?"

Finn snapped, "We're on our way to go all Braveheart on Vocal Adrenaline!"

Mr. Schue looked alarmed and shook his head, "Guys violence is never the answer."

Puck shot back, "It is when the question is what's the best way to mess up that Jesse kid's face!"

Kurt jumped in, "Mr. Schue, Rachel's one of us and there is no way in hell that we're letting them get away with egging her!"

Puck added, "Or what Jesse did to Kurt! That sucked hardcore dude!" The boys filed passed Mr. Schue.

"Now, guys, stop!" Mr. Schue held up his hands and shouted. "Get back here and sit down!"

The boys didn't budge save to glare mutinously at the man.

Mr. Schue hurried to speak, "Look guys, I know from experience that causing suffering won't make your pain go away." He turned to look at the girls for a moment before looking back at the boys, "You're all amazing, no matter what Vocal Adrenaline says or does. We just need to find a way to remind ourselves of that."

Finn scooted closer to Kurt and nearly yelled, "We can't just let Vocal Adrenaline get away with turning Rachel into an omelet and hurting Kurt!"

"We're not. Rachel or Kurt, one of you dial Jesse's number on your phone." The boy's followed him as he turned to face the girls.

Rachel pulled out her cell phone, "I'll do it Kurt."

Kurt nodded gratefully.

Mr. Schue took the phone from Rachel and spoke harshly, "Jesse St. James. Will Schuester here. You and Vocal Adrenaline need to meet at our auditorium, next Friday, 3:00 sharp."

He hung up the phone and smiled at the kids, "I'm going to go get the music for next week. We'll spend our time learning it after Rachel, Kurt, Santana, and Brittany get back from Nationals for the Cheerios." He turned and breezed right back out of the room.

As soon as she was sure that he was gone Quinn snarled, "That's bull. I'm not waiting a week. They egged Rachel and Jesse screwed with Kurt's heart. I want payback now. Who is with me?"

A chorus of yes's answered her along with some choice words about Jesse and Vocal Adrenaline. New Directions hurried out of the choir room, hell bent on revenge.

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