Not Like I Think About You Constantly

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee, One Tree Hill, and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/OTH/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character.

Pairing: Quinn/Rachel, Brooke/Haley, and Caroline/Rebekah and some Bonnie/Damon.

Rating: M

Chapter Two

Regrets

"Aggrh." Brooke groaned out in pain as she wiggled around in her bed, trying to get into a comfortable position where the sunlight was not landing across her face. The light made her headache worse. You would think with how many times she had gotten drunk that she would become immune to the hangovers, but it seemed that was not the case. Parties were fun, pointless sex was fun, the morning after was always terrible and full of harsh realities.

She attempted to recall what had happened the previous night, her memory foggy due to being inebriated. "What the hell happened?" She grumbled to herself in a hoarse voice as she forced her heavy eyes to flutter open.

Glancing down at her bed she noticed that there were no naked men or women in it to her relief. At least she didn't have sex.

Falling back onto the bed she covered her head with the pillow and looked off the side of the bed. Her eyes caught sight of something sitting on the nightstand. It was a letter propped up with the word Brooke written across the front of it in cursive penmanship. 'What is that… a letter? Looks like a girl wrote it…'

Reaching across the gap between her nightstand and her bed, she grabbed the piece of paper and brought it closer to her face so that she could examine it. It was definitely a letter written out to her. Opening the piece of paper she read the little note inside, surprised when she found out who had written it.

'Brooke,

You were extremely drunk last night, so I brought you to your bed. I'm sorry that I could not stay.

Feel better soon,

Haley'

A dimpled smile crept onto Brooke's face as she allowed her hazel eyes to scan over the words a few more times, she loved reading them. It was strange the way that her body was reacting. Her heart was racing, and she felt the urge to squeal with delight as she read the words once more. 'Haley's sorry she couldn't stay! And she wants me to feel better, how sweet! Gah! Okay, calm down Brooke… you're acting like some girl with a crush on a super-hot guy or something, this is just Haley… tutor girl. Nothing to get excited about…'

Suddenly, she was drawn out of her strange thoughts as Quinn and Caroline entered her bedroom. They had a feeling that Brooke was going to still be hung over and not ready for school, so they had stopped by to check on her. Both of them noticed as the brunette hastily hid the piece of paper that she had been holding under one of her many pillows.

"What's that?" Quinn asked with a raise of her brow, gesturing toward the piece of paper.

Brooke glanced around the room and lifted her hands, smiling sheepishly and feigning ignorance. "What's what?"

"That piece of paper."

"What piece of paper?" She countered. It was one of the methods that Brooke used when she did not care to reveal something to her friends. If she played dumb long enough they usually gave up, and this time was no exception.

Quinn let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes at her. "Never mind. We just came by to ask if you wanted to go and get some breakfast before school starts."

"Ehh, school!" She groaned out and buried her head in one of the pillows. "I don't feel good, I think I'm gonna just go back to sleep."

"If you don't go to school then you can't go to cheer practice, Brooke." Caroline pointed out with a knowing smile. Both girls used this often to get their friend out of bed after a wild party; they knew how important being a cheerleader was to Brooke Davis. She loved her status and popularity, but she actually genuinely took pride in being a cheerleader as well. She said that it was the best part of her day.

Brooke groaned out into the pillow. "But, my head hurts."

"Not our problem, now come on." Quinn stated, tearing the pillow away from the other woman and grabbing her by the left arm while Caroline grabbed her by the right. They pulled her out of the bed and forced the whining girl toward her closet so that she could get dressed for the day. This was a common occurrence for them.

Quinn's eyes lingered on the bed for a moment as she pushed the pillow away from the note, she did not read it, but she did notice that it said Brooke's name on it. The handwriting looked to be a girl's handwriting.

'Hm… I wonder who wrote it and why she doesn't want us to know…'

O

Brooke, Quinn, and Caroline all sat around one of the many tables in Karen's Café. They did not usually eat there, but it was on the way to school and they figured that it would be the best option. While they waited for their waiter to arrive at the table they all started to idly chat with one another.

"So, what's up with you being all super-bitch to Rachel at the party?" Brooke wondered as she looked across the table at Quinn.

"I told you that I didn't want her there." She growled out under her breath, casting her eyes away. She knew that there was more to her hatred toward Rachel and so did they, but none of them were brave enough to question her, and she was happy about that. She did not have any answers to their questions.

"I know, but I guess I just don't get why you hate her so much." It had been bothering Brooke ever since she had started being irrationally mean to Haley at the party. She did not want to end up like Quinn.

"Yeah, I mean she's annoying and all with her self-centered ambition and her rants, but she's nothing like this "new girl." Caroline spat the final words to her sentence.

Quinn took the opportunity to change the subject. "What new girl?"

"Rebekah Mikaelson." She said her name with venom on her tongue and a roll of her blue eyes. "Apparently she is like amazing and wants to steal my life away from me. You guys didn't see her at the party?" For Caroline it had seemed impossible to miss the newcomer.

"What did she look like?"

"Blonde, British, and Bitchy."

"No, I didn't see her. Guess I was preoccupied." She said with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked around for the waiter, if they did not arrive to get their order soon than they might be late to school. She could feel her friends' eyes on her and she knew that they wanted to say something, but they didn't.

"Well, she's like a total bitch. She actually had the nerve to tell me that she has been to better parties than mine, and then proceeded to flirt with Tyler right in front of me. It was so annoying."

"Sounds like something I would do." Brooke pointed out with a smirk on her lips. Her smirk fell though as she recalled doing that exact thing the night before with Nathan. She had kissed him simply to spite the young woman. 'What the hell is wrong with me…? Nathan was right… I need to stop this stuff...'

"Exactly. She is just like us, which makes her competition and there is already plenty of that to go around." Caroline stated bitterly as she rested her cheek against her hand and stared across the table at her best friends. She loved them dearly, but she always felt second or third best when she was with the two of them. No one ever noticed her.

"Yeah, well good luck. We totally run the school."

Brooke's confidence fell as Haley walked out from the back room of the café, wearing an apron and carrying a notepad and a pen as she walked toward their table. She had not known that the tutor worked at the café. 'Wait… she has two jobs…? Okay, so not the point, I need to like hide, she can't see me after last night…' Apparently, it was not going to be a problem, because when Haley saw her and her friends sitting at the table her brown eyes widened and she turned back around walking up to an older woman in a similar outfit.

Memories of last night started to rush to Brooke's mind and she blushed brightly as she realized why Haley was acting so shy. 'Oh god… I kissed her… No, maybe it wasn't her... maybe it was someone else…' She knew that she was lying to herself, she could remember everything now. The way that the other woman had smelt, the way that her body fit against her own, the way that her lips tasted and her hair felt between her fingers.

'Shit… This is worse than I thought.'

The older woman made her way over to the table to take their orders and Haley disappeared back into the other room. 'Great, she hates me…'

"What was with that?" Caroline and Quinn asked after the woman took their orders.

"What was with what?" She asked with a nervous grin and a raise of her hands.

O

Rachel and Kurt were sitting at the piano in the choir room practicing their vocals for Sectionals.

The two of them were overachievers and they were also extremely competitive, so they found that they sang their best when they were surrounded by other talented vocalists. It was encouragement for them. When Rachel heard Kurt hit a higher note than she could, it drove her to hit it as well. And at times they even enjoyed a fun little diva-off.

But, today something seemed different.

Blue eyes examined his friend as she played the piano and he sang. He couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be lost somewhere in her thoughts. She wasn't competing with him or jumping in annoyingly during his solos.

"Okay!" Kurt interrupted the song causing Rachel to stare over at him with a shocked expression. "I'm sorry, but I just can't take this any longer Rachel!"

"Take what?" She asked confusedly. "I thought that you were doing a wonderful job."

He sighed over-dramatically and shook his head at her. "I'm not talking about the song, silly girl. I'm talking about whatever it is that has you so distracted."

"I am not distracted."

"Yes, you are." He stated pointedly. "You aren't being nearly as annoying as usual and I want to know why. What happened?"

Rachel tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth and she chewed on it anxiously as she mulled over his question. She knew that she could trust Kurt and she really wanted to talk about it with someone, she just didn't know how to. "Although, I disagree with your accusation of me usually being annoying, you are correct. I do have something on my mind. It's about Quinn."

"Is it about the fight you had with her at the party? Are you okay?" Kurt's eyes suddenly filled with concern and he reached out to place a comforting hand on Rachel's arm. He knew that the head cheerleader could be aggressive and hurtful toward his friend.

"Yes. I am quite alright." She knit her brows together in thought before adding, "It's actually about something that she said to me during our disagreement."

"What did she say?" He sounded intrigued by the information.

"She told me that she did not hate me."

"That's evident by the way she treats you."

Rachel ignored his sarcasm and continued with her explanation. "It was not simply the words that she used, Kurt. It was the way that she said them. Her eyes were full of pain and confusion and she looked like she wanted to express something to me."

"Rach..." Kurt told her hesitantly.

"I am aware that you and Haley find my crush on Quinn to be completely unwarranted and delusional, but I swear to you. I saw something behind her eyes. Something that looked a lot like love."

"Rachel I just don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

Even as he said the words he knew that it was too late. Rachel had that look of determination swimming in her eyes, and once she was determined to do something it was nearly impossible to stop her.

"I swear to you that I saw love behind those eyes. I just need to find some way to prove it."

O

Quinn, Caroline, and Brooke were all stretching with the rest of the cheer squad like they did before each practice. It was mandatory so that no one got injured. Being from a small school, they could not afford to lose any of the cheerleaders on their squad.

Standing up straight Quinn smiled at them all, "Alright, I want to practice the first routine that we—"

"—Hello there, I was wondering if I could try out for the cheer squad?" An accented voice asked from behind the head cheerleader. Quinn turned to see a beautiful blonde woman smiling back at her. She was gorgeous, and she had a feeling that this was the "rival" that Caroline had been going on and on about nonstop since the party. 'Blonde, British, and Bitchy…'

Caroline walked up beside Quinn and glared at the newcomer, her arms crossed over her chest. "I'm sorry, but it's too late in the season for anyone to join."

"That does not seem terribly fair considering that I just transferred here." Rebekah pointed out as she caught Caroline's eyes with her own and smiled deviously. She loved annoying the other woman, it was fun.

"Come on, Care. Let's just give her a shot." Quinn said, looking over at her friend.

Caroline chewed on her cheeks as she walked around her friend and stood directly in front of Rebekah, staring her down angrily. She really did not like her at all. "You've got five minutes to impress us."

Rebekah smirked and moved in closer to her, their faces only inches apart, never taking her eyes away from the other woman's. "I highly doubt that I will need five minutes to be more impressive than your little party the other evening, love."

'What did she just say to me!? She did not just insult my party again!' She was about to complain, or perhaps lash out and strangle the British woman, but she did not get the chance to do so as she walked away from her. Caroline could hear Brooke laughing beside her and she turned to glare at her. This only served to make her laugh more, so she pushed her.

"Oh, come on. It was funny!" Brooke defended.

"Whatever."

Rebekah stood at one side of the field, stretching in order to show off her gymnastic skills, when she heard Caroline shout out across the field that she only had three more minutes and she wasn't impressed yet. It made her grin. She loved getting under her skin. Lifting her hands Rebekah ran across the field and proceeded to do three flips high into the air, before landing in the splits and turning to look directly at Caroline and smirk. She could tell that all three of the other women were impressed with her abilities.

'Wow… She is really flexible; I bet she is amazing in—woah! Caroline, what the heck!? You were not about to think that! No!' A blush spread across her pale cheeks as the inappropriate thoughts continued to fill her mind. She allowed her blue eyes to wander over Rebekah's long toned legs and her perfect body before meeting her eyes and blushing even brighter. 'Stop staring at her, it's creepy.'

"You're in." Quinn said simply.

"What!?" Caroline exclaimed with wide eyes.

"She is good and we need new people on the squad."

A pout formed on Caroline's lips as she looked over at Rebekah. She was wearing a smug smile on her face that made her so angry; she hated how content she was with ruining her life. Quinn told them all to finish stretching and they did just that. Taking their positions and doing their stretches.

Caroline stared over at the new girl, watching the way that her muscles tightened as she stretched her fit body. Her heart started to race and she could feel her body reacting strangely. She did not understand what was wrong with her.

'I am not interested in women… especially women who are so bitchy and cocky… Wait, no! Just not women in general, I like Tyler…' She looked across the football field at the boy who was working out with the other football players, but she did not feel that same appeal to him. Turning she looked back over at Rebekah and sighed, standing up straight and heading toward her.

When she got closer, the other woman stood to her feet and stretched her body to accentuate her chest. Caroline found herself staring at the other woman's breasts. Quickly she looked up though, when she felt Rebekah's eyes on her. 'God, I hope she didn't catch me…'

"Did you want something?"

"Yeah." She placed her hands on her hips. "I wanted to tell you that we don't want or need you on our squad, so leave us alone and stop trying to infiltrate all of our lives."

Rebekah grinned mischievously, her blue eyes dancing with amusement as she leant in closer to Caroline. The shorter blonde did not attempt to move away, she couldn't move. Rebekah brushed her full lips against her ear and whispered hotly against it. "I'm only interested in yours."

O

Quinn stared down at her journal with tears in her hazel eyes as she reread over what she had written for the day. She wrote in her journal almost every day, because her journal was the one place that she knew that her secrets were safe. She trusted her friends and she loved them, but she could not tell them how she felt about Rachel.

She could not tell anyone.

Her pastor would condemn her to Hell if he knew the truth and her parents would disown her.

She was supposed to live a normal life. Which according to what she had been taught meant that she was supposed to stay in Lima Ohio and get a good job, get married to a young man who could support her, and when the time was right she was to have his children. She was not supposed to have these evil and disgusting feelings for someone of the same sex.

Every night she tried to pray to God to fix her, to change her, to make her normal like everyone else, but God never listened. God hated her as much as she hated herself.

She knew that he didn't listen because every day she would return to school and she would see her face and she wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to comfort her, and to love her. She did love her. But, she couldn't love her. So, Quinn pushed her away. She tormented her more than anyone else in the school because that was the one way that she could obsess over her without being weird. She could still see her every day and stare into her beautiful brown eyes; she just could not have her romantically.

Still, the guilt that she carried around with her was a heavy burden on her shoulders. It was suffocating and left her gasping for air, reaching for reason. She hated how she treated Rachel. Every time that she threw a slushie in her face, or she pushed her into the lockers, or she ruined her relationship, she felt terrible overwhelming guilt that never went away. It left her wondering if she were any less of a sinner for hurting someone without a cause then for being a—she couldn't even think the word.

Thinking the word made it a reality. It wasn't her reality.

Quinn had contemplated simply being friends with Rachel, or at least civil, but she was terrified that if she just let the other woman in slightly she would cave. She would no longer be in control of herself; she would no longer be in control of her "disease" as her father would say. On occasion her father and mother had insulted Rachel's dads for being in a relationship and being a disgrace to the town.

From what she could see they were both genuinely nice people. 'So is Rachel…How can loving her be a sin? How can love be a disease...?' Her mind tormented.

Despite all of her doubts, she knew one thing.

Things were better this way.

O

Brooke walked up to Karen's Café and just as she was about to enter, Haley walked up to the door and turned over the open sign showing that the café was closed. The cheerleader let out a sigh and despite her pride, lifted her hand and knocked on the glass door.

"Haley, please let me in. I need to talk to you." She called through the glass, knowing that the other woman could hear her.

Chewing on her cheeks she looked over at Brooke and rolled her eyes before opening the door and letting her into the café. She did not want to, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't leave if she didn't. Brooke Davis could be extremely persistent. "What do you want; I'm kind of busy closing up." Haley muttered, moving to clean off one of the many tables in the café.

Brooke followed her around from table to table. "I just wanted to come by and tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry about kissing Nathan…" Her voice trailed off as Haley paused her cleaning. "…and I'm sorry about kissing you."

"Thanks Brooke, but it's no big deal. You were just drunk."

"Yeah." Brooke whispered out under her breath. She really did not know if that was the only reason that she had kissed the tutor, but she did know that she had enjoyed it. It wasn't something that she was sorry happened, she was just sorry that she had pushed herself on Haley.

Both girls grew silent. Haley continued cleaning and Brooke grew exceedingly awkward just standing there watching her. She didn't know what she was supposed to say. It was apparent that the other girl was not in the mood to talk about the mistake.

"I guess I'll let you finish closing up. See ya at school."

"Yeah, see ya."

O

"Is this the location of the dance committee?" A familiar British accented voice questioned from behind her. Caroline's muscles tensed when she heard it. 'Seriously?! It wasn't enough for her to steal my friends, cheerleading squad, and boy, she needs this too?'

Caroline turned and glared at Rebekah. "What's it to you?"

Rebekah glanced around the room realizing that it was just the two of them; she had expected more people to be in the club. Not that she minded if it were just the two of them. She enjoyed spending time with the other blonde. "I was actually hoping to join."

She scoffed. "Of course you were. Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but the homecoming dance is this weekend, so it's a little too late to join. Besides, we are kinda full."

"Oh yes, it is unbearably crowded in here." She stated sarcastically before laughing.

Caroline's frown deepened as she took a step closer to Rebekah, lifting her chin confidently as she spoke. "Okay, you're right. I just really don't like you and I don't want you to join."

Rebekah ignored her insult entirely. It did not even seem to faze her. "What time do the meetings start?"

"6 o'clock."

She nodded her head. "Alright, in that case I will see you tomorrow night at 6 o' clock sharp, Caroline." With one last smile in her direction, she turned on her expensive heels and walked out of the room leaving Caroline to stare after her like she was insane. Did she not hear her? She didn't want her to join the committee!

O

Authors Note:

Thank you all for all of the wonderful reviews! I decided to add another chapter because of the amazing feedback. I know that there wasn't too much Faberry in this chapter, but there will be more in the next chapter. :) They simply have a slower buildup to a relationship than Rebekoline or Baley. Still, I hope that you enjoyed this story in its entirety. Also, I have individual fics for all of these couples if you are interested in one in specific.

If y'all leave me some reviews I will try and update by tomorrow! :)

You are all amazing!

-Tracy Cook