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.

Rating: M

Chapter Three

Planned Insanity

"So, who is this guy?" Quinn asked uncomfortably as she and her family waited in the living room for the young man and his parents to show up at their house. Her parents were setting her up with a man that they thought would be suitable for her. They often did this. Usually he belonged to a rich family, his intelligence was below average, and she felt nothing toward him, but she still eagerly awaited her dates with them.

If she were dating a man than she was normal and she did not have to think about Rachel Berry constantly.

"Finn Hudson. He is not the wealthiest suitor, but he does have a promising job lined up at his father's shop after he graduates. He will easily be capable of providing for you." Russell Fabray said with a smile in his daughter's direction. She forced a smiled back.

It often bothered her that her parents would say things like that. She wanted to stand up and tell them that she did not need a man to take care of her, that she could be successful, that she did want a family, but on her own terms. Quinn would never do that though, her father's wrath would be far too cruel if she even attempted to go against his wishes. Since a very young age she knew her place in the world, she knew where she belonged, and she was going to honor that.

"I can't wait to meet him." She lied.

"I can't wait for you to meet him either, dear. You are going to love him." Judy said, reaching out and squeezing her daughters arm encouragingly.

Sometimes Quinn wondered if her parents simply chose to ignore her obvious depression. It felt like her feelings did not matter. It did not matter if she felt empty, that her smile was fake, that every time that she met a new man she slowly grew to hate him for not being the one person she wanted. She did not disguise her feelings well. They just didn't care to notice that she was miserable.

The doorbell rang and Russell moved toward the door to open it for the other family. He politely invited them into his house and told them to make themselves at home.

Quinn's hazel eyes landed on the tall man and she immediately recognized him from school. She had known who it was the minute she had heard his name. He was the quarterback of the football team and one of the most popular guys at school.

"Nice to see you again Russell." Finn's father smiled over at Quinn's mother. "Judy." He then looked to her and held out a hand to her. "And this must be Quinn the young lady who Finn is taking to the homecoming dance."

Her parents had not informed her of that little arrangement. Biting down on her bottom lip she forced a smile and cast her eyes over to Finn as she shook his father's hand. "I suppose so. Nice to meet you."

'I guess it could be worse… at least if I go to the homecoming dance with the most popular boy in school then I will guarantee my spot as homecoming queen…' Quinn internally rationalized how she could use this terrible situation to her own advantage. At times she was seen as manipulative for these qualities, but she didn't care. If she was going to suffer through the life that God had given her, then she was going to in the very least make it bearable.

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"Yeah, it was the strangest thing ever. She just came into the café and apologized to me." Haley said with a smile as she looked across the table at Rachel and Kurt. Both of them seemed astounded by the information. Brooke Davis was not known for apologizing. She hurt people left and right, but she never fixed her mistakes. Haley had told them about how Brooke had kissed Nathan just to spite her, but she had left out the part about the two of them kissing.

That subject was still far too confusing for her. She just wanted to forget that it had ever happened.

"That is nearly impossible for me to believe. Brooke Davis has never apologized to anyone before." Rachel said with a small smile. She could not help but relate it to her situation. If Brooke could suddenly decide to care about someone's feelings then anyone could. 'Even Quinn…'

"I know, it was crazy." Haley agreed, picking at her food with her fork.

Rachel cast her large brown eyes across the lunchroom toward the table where Quinn, Brooke, and Caroline usually sat. What she witnessed was surprising. "What is Finn Hudson doing sitting with them?" She wondered aloud, eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Looks like Quinn and him are an item. Predictable." Kurt said with a roll of his eyes.

"An item?" Rachel asked, staring at the two of them. They did look rather close. Her body tensed as she watched Quinn rest her head against Finn's shoulder and smile up at him. 'When did this begin…? I wasn't aware that she was interested in anyone.' She internally questioned as her stomach flipped uncomfortably and the urge to vomit arose. She knew the feeling well. It was one of her biggest flaws in any sort of relationship, she easily became jealous.

"You might want to stop glaring, someone might notice." Haley pointed out with a knowing grin.

Rachel did not immediately look away from the couple. She couldn't. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking as she watched him kiss her forehead. 'I should be the one holding her and kissing her...'

When hazel eyes connected with hers across the lunchroom, Rachel quickly looked away. A blush painting it's way along her naturally tan skin. 'Oh goodness, I hope that she did not catch me staring.'

"Why don't you just go and talk to her?" Haley asked.

"I thought that you did not believe that was a good idea, Haley. I believe that you and Kurt both informed me that if I were to simply walk up to her and tell her about my feelings for her, that she would crush me, or something else equally painful." Rachel said in a pointed tone of voice as she nodded her head to accentuate her reason.

"Yeah, I was against it. But, now I don't know what to think. Maybe she would be okay with it." She said with a shrug of her shoulders as she looked over at Brooke who was laughing at something that Caroline had said. Her dimples evident in her cheeks. "Maybe they aren't what they seem to be. Any of them."

"Or, perhaps they are exactly as they seem." Rachel countered.

Haley was still finding it difficult to believe that. Not after what Brooke had done the previous night. She had been so sweet and shy when she was talking to her in the cafe. "Yeah… Hey, who's that?" The tutor wondered nodding toward the popular table.

Rachel turned and looked at the table noticing that there was a woman that she did not recognize taking a seat at the table. She had long straight blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips, and a fit and perfect body. She was extremely gorgeous. 'Nowhere near as gorgeous as Quinn though…' She thought to herself as she took a moment to look over at the woman of her desires. Her stomach twisted when she watched her flirting with Finn again.

"I am uncertain. I have never seen her before, she may be new." Rachel said.

What the starlet did know was that she needed to advance her "Get Quinn Fabray" plan, because by the looks of it, she and Finn were growing closer by the minute. She needed to spend the night brainstorming and find a way to force Quinn to spend time with her and get to know her, because that was the only way that she was ever going to win her over.

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"Hello ladies. Mind if I take a seat?"

Caroline's head snapped in the direction of the voice and her smile fell, forming a scowl as she glared at the newcomer. She hated the way that she was constantly following her around and attempting to be a part of everything that she loved. Now she wanted to sit at their table? "Yeah, I kind of do."

Rebekah smirked and took a seat beside Caroline despite what she had said. Chuckling softly under her breath as she watched the other blonde cross her arms over her chest and let out a huff of air. 'She has got to be the most adorable woman on the planet.' Catching Caroline's eyes with her own she asked, "So, are you excited for homecoming, dear?"

She did not answer, but her angry look intensified. Of course she was excited for homecoming. 'At least I was excited about homecoming until you came to town, with that sexy accent and that gorgeous face. God I hate you…'

Quinn looked over at Brooke with confused eyes, wondering if she knew what was going on between the two women. The brunette lifted her hands signaling that she had no idea what was going on. But, her attention seemed more focused on the "loser" table for most of the conversation. That was also puzzling to the cheer captain.

'What is going on with these two lately?'

She glanced between her best friends and chewed on her cheeks as she tried to figure out what had gotten into them. Brooke was always lost in thought staring over at Rachel and her friends, and Caroline was practically obsessed with how much she hated Rebekah. 'Sound like someone else you know...' Her mind tormented and she glanced over at the young diva, catching her eyes.

Rachel's eyes were large and confused and it looked like they also possessed some anger. 'She looks like she is jealous... Jealous of what though? Maybe she's jealous of Finn... No, she probably wants him for herself.

The thought of Rachel Berry having a crush on Finn Hudson made her feel sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand the thought of her being romantically involved with anyone. 'Anyone aside from me that is... No! Why can't I stop thinking these things!'

"Are you okay, Quinn?" Brooke asked. She had noticed that her friend seemed lost in her thoughts.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm fine."

'Constantly fighting a war with myself...but I'm fine. I have to be fine.'

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Rachel was now more desperate then ever to get Quinn Fabray's attention.

She feared that as her relationship with Finn continued to grow, that her chances with the blonde would diminish. 'With how the two of them were snuggled up together earlier in the lunchroom, I may have already missed my chance.'

Quickly, she pulled out her notebook. The front of it was decorated with gold stars, as was the eraser on top of her pencil. She liked to constantly be surrounded by things that reminded her of her goals in life. It helped to always keep her motivated and driven. As silly as it was, every time that she saw a gold star, she was reminded that one day she was going to be a star.

Rachel stared down at the notebook as she looked over the list of ideas to get Quinn Fabray to let her talk to her. The list was vast and also perhaps a little insane. She knew that her ambitious nature could be taken to an extreme that was dangerous, and in that moment, staring at the list, she was starting to think that she had crossed that line.

Some of the items read:

'Hypnotize her'

'Sneak into her house at night and tell her your feelings.'

'Pull the fire alarm and lock yourself in a room with her at the school, so you two are alone.'

'Plant drugs on her and comfort her while she is in jail.'

They were simply too outlandish. She needed an idea that would actually work and not just scare Quinn away. Rachel knew that she should emphasize on her talents, she just did not know how she was going to get the opportunity to sing to Quinn.

Suddenly her large brown eyes widened and her full lips turned upward into a devious grin. "That's the perfect idea!" She announced, quickly scribbling it down in her notebook, followed by a quick note to speak with Will Schuester first thing next week.

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Brooke could not get Haley out of her mind after what had happened at the party. All that she could think about was the kiss, and just being closer to the other woman in general. She was such a sweet person. So, she had devised a plan.

With a smug smile on her face she walked into the tutor center and took a seat, waiting for Haley. She would have joined Glee, but she honestly could not sing. Her voice was too raspy and it never sounded how she intended.

Haley walked out from the back room after finishing a session with one of the students that she tutored to find Brooke waiting for her. She could tell that she was waiting for her, because she turned and smiled directly at her when she walked out. 'She has such a beautiful smile…'

"What are you doing here?"

"This is the tutor center, right?" Brooke asked with a raised brow.

"Yes." Haley said in an annoyed tone. She was still not willing to trust that the cheerleader's intentions were pure. She was probably just trying to mess with Nathan and her.

"Well, that's what I need, a tutor." This wasn't going as she had planned.

"What classes are you needing help in?"

"All of them?" Brooke said uncertainly. In actuality she did not even know what classes she was taking. She knew that she was taking a math class and an English class, and some other class where you learnt about where things were on the earth. She did not care about school in the slightest. It was not that she was unintelligent, she just didn't care. Her parents wouldn't notice one way or another.

Haley looked at her with wide eyes.

"But, I'll just take a tutor in whatever you tutor."

She laughed before sarcastically responding to the cheerleader, "You mean algebra and English?"

"Yeah, those." Brooke nodded triumphantly. She was proud of herself; her plan was actually working out. Which was good, because she had not really thought it through.

"Well, I am happy to hear that you are taking an interest in your studies Brooke and I will definitely set you up with a tutor in algebra and English. I just don't think that I will be able to tutor you."

"What? Why not?" Brooke asked, approaching the shorter woman.

"Honestly?" Haley asked with a furrowed brow as she stared up into stunning hazel eyes.

"Yeah."

"Because of what happened at the party, Brooke. And not just what happened between us…" Her voice trailed off as a blush covered her cheeks at the memory of the kiss that they had shared; she couldn't stop thinking about it no matter how hard she tried. "But, just all of it. I don't really trust your intentions for getting a tutor."

"My intentions are to pass my classes."

"If that is the case, you can do that with any tutor. You do not need me."

Brooke took a few steps toward her. "Come on Haley; just give me a second chance? Please? I am so sorry about what I did. It was so stupid. I just want to be friends."

Haley bit down on her bottom lip. She could not deny that Brooke looked to be telling the truth, she was practically begging her to forgive her and her eyes held sincerity. Letting out a sigh she shook her head and smiled. "Alright, I'll think about it."

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"Oh come on, there is absolutely no comparison between the two. The twenties are obviously the superior decade. The glamor, the music, the attire, everything about the twenties makes it a better time period than the seventies, lover."

Caroline furrowed her brow at the usage of the word 'lover.' It was difficult to tell if she was using it like it would be commonly used in America, or if it were just part of her accent and culture. 'Knowing her, she's probably using it just to make me wonder which way she means it and get all confused.'

"The seventies are way cooler than the twenties, Rebekah." She rolled her eyes as she started to glue little peace signs on one of the banners for the homecoming dance. "Besides, the dance is this weekend and you just joined the committee, so I'm not going to change the entire theme just because you think that the twenties were cooler than the seventies."

"I guarantee that I am not the only one who believes that the twenties were "cooler."

"Yeah, well I don't believe they were and I run this club, so just be quiet and get to work." Caroline told her with a glare in her direction. She watched as a pout formed on Rebekah's full lips as she started to glue the tiny peace signs onto the banner. 'Cute… she's pouting… cute? No. Not cute! Annoying.'

Both women grew silent for a few moments as they worked on the signs.

Finally, Rebekah broke the silence. "Will you be attending the dance with Tyler?"

"Yes."

The British woman sighed loudly. "That's a shame."

She scowled. "Why? 'Cause you wanted to take him or something?" 'Well too bad, sucks to be you! He already said yes to me.'

"Not exactly."

When Rebekah did not further emphasize on her reasoning for asking, Caroline started to grow frustrated. Why had she wanted to know who was taking her to the dance? Was it so that she could steal them, or just because she wanted to know?

"What?"

Rebekah smirked. "Be quiet and get to work dear, these tacky signs are not going to make themselves."

'Did she just call my signs tacky!?'

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Authors Note:

I decided to add another chapter despite not getting many reviews, but mostly because I really love writing this story. I will probably wait until I get some reviews before I add another chapter, so if y'all want me to update really fast just leave me some encouragement!

Thank you to all of my wonderful readers! I hope that you enjoy this chapter. :)

You guys are amazing!

-Tracy Cook