A.N.: Wow. These are coming faster and faster. Not really though.
Disclaimer: Blah, not mine, blah.
It was after school that Wednesday and things were just getting back to normal in the choir room. Well as normal as they could get. Quinn Rachel and Santana all sat around Brittany who was telling a story of how she took Lord Tubbington to the pond with her to feed the ducks. Quinn stared at the girl adoringly and Rachel, who sat to the left of her was staring at the girl sitting to the right of Btittany. Everytime Santana would catch her wandering eyes, the taller girl would give her a knowing smirk or a uncharacteristically shy smile. Rachel thought it was just the cutest thing.
It was why she fell in love with Santana in the first place. The girl was like an onion. She had so many layers and each one was enough to make you cry. Wether that be out of love, happiness, sorrow, or fear depended on what layer you were looking at exactly. She had her romantic side which held the girl who whispered sweet nothing to her just for the fun of it. On top of that was her sweet side; reserved only for family and Brittany. Going out a little more led you to her playful side which consisted of bitchiness held only for her highest of friends like Quinn and everyone else in Glee Club. Then you hit her hardcore defensive layer which was pretty self explanitory. And finally, the ice cold HBIC mask that both she and Quinn had perfected over the years. That was purely meant for the idiots of McKinely High.
Rachel smiled to herself because yes, that's her girl. Well was her girl. It didn't matter because she's pretty damn confident that she'll always have a place in her heart for Snatana. If anything, that kiss proved it. Of course she didn't mean to kiss the girl, in fact she was pretty adamant about staying as far away from her as possible but then Puck and Quinn and all these feelings, she just needed an outlet is all. In the form of full, red, pillowy, Latina lips.
Mr. schue walked into the choir room, late as usual, and clapped his hands gaining all the attention.
"Alright, guys! Looks like we got a new member who wants to try out today." The room became overflown with excited chatter because well, it wasn't everyday somebody audtioned for Glee Club.
"Okay, okay. Let's settle down and welcome Ms. Mandee Moore!" It was painfully quiet until Mandee stood cockily in the middle of the room. That's when everybody suddenly had opinions.
"Mr. Schue, no! This is an outrage." Kurt started it off.
"Great! Just add another skinny white girl for me to compete with!" Mercedes came next.
"Mr. Schue, I for one would just like to say no. No!" That was obviously Rachel.
"She's like totally a bad unicorn Mr. Schue." Even Britt had to object.
Puck looked about ready to take a page out of Mercedes's book and scream 'Hell to the no!'. Santana was already taking her earrings out and putting her hair in a bun while whispering something about 'cosas malas'. Quinn was sitting there looking very intimidating while cracking various bones in her body. For the rest of the gang who didn't know what was going on, they looked from where Mr. Schue was standing in front of Mandee to their teammates like a tennis match.
"Hey! Calm down, can somebody please tell me what's going on?"
"That thing up there is part of the reason why Rachel and I broke up." Rachel nodded her consent.
"In fact, she is still pitifully pinning after Santana." Rachel added casting a glare behind her favorite teacher. A second uproar started again making the teacher call for silence.
"Listen! Guys, we never turn anyone away just because of who they are or what they've done. We give everyone an equal chance and that's the way it's always been and that's the way it will continue to be. Am I clear?" Rachel rolled her eyes at the teacher's rare display of authority.
"Actually Curl-For-Brains, no, you're not."
"Excuse me? Santana you're out of line." Santana walked up to meet her teacher head on.
"Oh, you're excused Schue, but I'm not out of line. I for one am sick of you always trying to get us onboard with one of your convoluted team building ideas. And yes, maybe Glee Club's anyone who auditions gets in rule was cool becuase that's how Quinn Britts and I got in but even you gotta have limits! i mean, just look at her, she looks like she's evil as fuck!"
"Santana, enough! You better be careful about the next thing that comes out of your mouth." Santana smirked.
"How bout I do you one better Schue. I'm done; and I will stay gone until that isn't here anymore." With that, Santana grabbed her things and keft their musical sanctuary.
"Anybody else have anything to add to that?" He looked to Rachel because he was just so sure she'd have something to say.
"Yes, I believe that Santana was right and I will be following in her footsteps. Literally." As she reached the door, their teacher spoke up. Rachel, you walk through that door, and you can't come back. He smiled when rachel backtracted to her seat.
"Sorry, I forgot something." She bent at the waist, picked up her Glee folder, and continued on her way out the door.
xHTLGRx
Rachel found Santana in the auditorium standing on the stage with her eyes closed. Before Rachel could make her presence known, Santana breathed in and began to sing a song she's only heard once or twice on the radio.
You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah
Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay
When it's not. No.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little
(Oh no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
(No no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself)
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it's not, no, wohhhh
You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh no,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little
No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
Oh, no there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit you may have fucked up a little
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
"So, what was that about?" Santana looked like a deer caught in headlights when she heard Rachel's voice.
"Nothing. I just figured since I won't be in Glee for a while I mind as well use the auditorium one last time." Rachel nodded and walked up the stage stairs.
"You know that's not what I meant right?" Santana shrugged and began to pick her belongings off the stage floor.
"Santana, I thought we were trying the whole being friends thing out. The least you could do is-" Santana spun around.
"What do you want Rachel? You want me to tell you how this is the song that I had on repeat after that weekend? You want to know how the only way I could go to sleep is if I cried myself to sleep listening to it?" There was silence.
"Look Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you like that. It's just with us, Mandee, and Mr. Schue it's a lot ya know. I'm just starting to realize that maybe this is for the best because I just keep messing things up. Rachel reached for her hand and held it in a warm embrace.
"No. Don't apologize, and definitely don't think like that. I'm sorry I pushed. You were obviously expressing your feelings through song and that was enough. Good job by the way, even if it was a little too Script-esque for my taste." She smiled to show Santana she was kidding. Santana laughed showed off her flawless dimples.
"Oh shut up, you." As she wrapped her arms around Rachel, Santana breathed a bit easier but her and Quinn's plan was still lingering at the back of her mind.
A.N.: The song I used is called Six Degrees of Seperation by The Script. That song totally came in last minute but it fit so I kept it! Not much on the plan, but Pezberry fluff towards the end! So, how bout a truce in the form of REVEIWS? Until next time...
TGWL