Rachel Berry
'If our love's insanity then why are you my clarity?'
A large and unwavering smile was plastered across my face as I marched down the hallway of McKinley. Prom was in the air. Banners and flyers were taped onto every surface. Large and bright balloons drifted amongst the students that were walking to their lockers. The day was just starting and already it felt like it was going to be a good day. As I passed by the main office, my eyes quickly drew to the wall that hung pictures of the nominated students for King and Queen. Myself included. I couldn't help the smile that wrapped across my face as I stared up at myself. In all my years here at McKinley I had never ever thought that this day would come. It all seemed a little surreal to say the least. Who knew that this would be the outcome? I sure as hell didn't. But here it was. And here I am.
This was happening. This was real.
After another minute or so I pulled myself from my dazzling picture and made my way down the hall to my locker. The school was buzzing with excitement. It was infectious. Several students waved and congratulated me on my nomination. They were super sweet and nice. As I rounded down the corner Kurt along with Tina and Mercedes followed in suit each with a clipboard in hand.
"Okay, so during lunch today you must talk with the computer nerds over at table 3. All you really have to do is talk to Jacob and he will sway them over. And tomorrow you are scheduled to make an appearance at the Pep Rally. "
"Oh! Don't forget about the buttons!" Tina added in.
"And the cupcakes for Monday." Mercedes threw in.
"Yes, that's right! That's what I was forgetting." Kurt sighed out with a roll of his eyes.
"You guys worry too much." I laughed out.
The four of us paused once I had reached my locker. "This is serious Rach! I know you're not really into this thing but none of us have ever been nominated for something like this. So at least try and pretend like you really want it." Kurt huffed out.
I sighed. "I'm not saying that I don't want it. I'm still trying to adjust to this whole 'popularity' thing. It all just seems weird."
"Well you better get over it. If I were in your shoes I'd be rockin this shit like a true diva." Mercedes pointed out.
"On Saturday we can go over all the party planning and stuff. Puck said we could go ahead and use his place. I also made sure that Finn was preoccupied that night so he won't be a bother. I'll head over to your house at like 11ish and we can work on it then." Kurt rattled off.
"That sounds fine!" I replied with a wide smile.
At that moment Nicky strutted her way over to us, a large smirk planted on her lips. She stopped just a few feet away from us, eyebrow cocked and a hand placed on her hip. "Let me save you the trouble. Drop out!" the girl expressed with a light chuckle.
Behind her was Jacob, looking completely bright red with embarrassment. The boy fidgeted as he pushed his large horn rimmed glasses up his nose. His eyes were aimed down at the ground. From beside me Kurt and Tina eyed the boy critically. Mercedes however had her full attention on the blonde. Shooting beams of hate were seeping out from the larger diva. The air waves crackled with tension as the two stared at each other. Kurt finally pulled his gaze away from Jacob and back to the blonde. "You took Jacob?" he announced with disbelief, his brow furrowing with annoyance.
Nicky took her eyes from Mercedes and directed them at Kurt. Her smirk only widened as she took in Kurt's frustration. She was thriving off of it. I glanced over at Mercedes who looked like she was about to pounce on the girl at any minute. Tina too. "Well he certainly wasn't yours for the taking. Besides he didn't have any rejections about it. He wanted to help me." Nicky replied with a fake innocent voice.
"So you're the one that stole a copy of our list." Kurt stated in an angry tone.
"I did nothing of that sort. But like I said earlier, Jacob is a fantastic helper." Nicky winked.
"You fucking bitch!" Mercedes breathed out before taking a lung at the other girl. Immediately Kurt and Tina held a hand to the larger diva's shoulder to hold her back.
"If I were you I'd get out of here." I warned with a low voice.
Nicky shrugged. "Save yourself the time Rachel. I know what I'm telling you. I always win" She replied with a bored statement. The taller girl took another last look at Mercedes. A smug grin crept onto her face. "Sorry about your boyfriend by the way. He just looked so lonely, and being the caring person that I am I had to make sure he was alright."
"By fucking him? Right cause that makes you look soo much better. But we already knew you were a whore. So why not add home wrecking tramp to the list? " Kurt spat out.
"It's not like he didn't want it. He was a willing participant. So let's just put this all behind us like the adults we are." Nicky replied.
"Fuck this." Tina muttered.
WHACK! Nicky cried out in pain as her hands quickly shot up to her face. A small trail of blood was now leaking from her nose. Both Kurt and Mercedes went wide eyed. I took a step back and watched with surprise as Nicky quickly disappeared down the hall. Jacob gave us an apologetic smile before taking off after his master.
"I can't believe I just did that." Tina mindlessly stated.
"If you hadn't, then I would've." Kurt replied.
"Thanks guys." Mercedes spoke with tears shining in her eyes.
"Hey, it's okay." I whispered as I threw my arms around the girl.
Both Tina and Kurt did the same. Fresh tears fell down the dark girl's face. "Change of plans." I announced with a stern voice. "We're meeting tonight instead. And that bitch is going down!"
: This prom stuff is getting a little annoying.
: And why is that?
: Because it's stupid.
: You used to love that kind of stuff.
: I never liked it. It was sort of a requirement for me to go. My mother wouldn't let me do anything other than play the queen bee role. And that meant winning the tiara.
: Are you saying you're not going to go to your prom?
: I don't know…
: I thought Jimmy was taking you?
: He is, I just…. don't really get the point of all this prom stuff.
: I didn't think there had to be one
: You get all dressed up. For one night. You spend dozens of dollars on a dress. You get a date. You spend time with your friends. Dance to some music. All while thinking that this night is going to be the last chance of getting whatever it is that you want. But the reality of it is that it's just a dance. And one night can't really change anything.
: Been thinking about this for a while I see.
: Are you mocking me?
: No I was not Quinn. But it seems to me like you're already putting this whole prom thing down without even giving it a chance.
: What makes prom so different than the other dances that I've been to?
: I don't know. I can't speak for you personally. But in my opinion prom isn't just about finding the right dress, or date, or thinking about all the materialistic sort of things. It's about tradition. When you really think about it, prom is the last school dance of our high school lives. In a way it's like an ending to our teenage lives and the start of our adult ones. It's a celebration of what we have overcome and what we have achieved in this time. And that includes the special connections we've made with our current friends. It's in honor to the friendships that have lasted throughout the years, and to those who have stuck by our sides through it all. That is what prom means to me.
: Wow, been thinking about this for a while now?
: lol, :P don't mock me!
: I'm just saying…. My little rant didn't come out like that.
: You're just jealous!
: You totally caught me. Your fine words have struck a chord within me.
: Shut up! :) You know you loved it!
: Yes, I really did. Lol. But I'm still not so sure about the whole prom thing. I'll admit that you've definitely opened up my eyes and given me something to think about. But I guess I won't know for sure until the time really comes. :/ So have you decided who's taking you to prom?
: No, not yet. Of course I have several suitors but none of them have really caught my eye.
: They must be Jocks then. Good dumb old jocks.
: Hey! That's not very nice! You used to date those so called 'dumb old jocks'
: Yeah, you right.
: I'm not really too worried about that though. It's more like this whole campaign thing that's really got me twisted.
: I see… so the war has started.
:Yes. And my main target is Nicky. That girl is such a bitch.
: Like I used to be?
: Not even. You were tamed compared to her. This girl has no morals whatsoever.
:Ewww, nothing more disgusting than a nasty slut
: Yeah she's just gross.
: I'll bet
: Well listen I have to go. Kurt is coming over for a recon mission. And we need to focus and I can't do that if I'm still texting you.
: Am I a distraction?
: Yes
: Good ;) Then I'll talk with you later
The bell rang out loud, sounding the end of lunch. Santana and I laughed wildly as we slowly walked out from the cafeteria.
"I'll bet she wasn't expecting that." The Latina spluttered out.
"No, she wasn't. You should've seen her face though. It was priceless." I replied.
"I wish someone could've recorded that. I had no idea Tina had it in her."
I smiled widely. "Neither did I."
We pulled around a corner stopping almost instantly when we saw a huge group of students surrounding something in the middle of the hall. Santana threw a look over at me as if to ask if I knew anything about it. I shook my head. Her eyes went back to the students. Slowly we started moving toward the crowd. Once we neared, the students instantly parted for us. Suddenly eyes were watching us like a hawk. Then that's when I saw it. On the floor laid my picture for nomination completely trashed on. Drawn onto my picture was a large and smiling penis right next to my beaming smile. Someone had also given me a moustache and an ungodly unibrow. Scribbled down at the bottom of my scratched out logo read the words 'I can't make up my mind, too many cocks so little time'. The names Puck, Finn, Greg, and David were written beside that.
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS?" Santana yelled out with anger.
I drew in a shallow breath as I stared down at the picture. Why would anyone stoop to this level? How can anyone do this to a human being? The Latina's eyes grew dark as she began searching around the students. Everyone started backing up in fear.
"Santana don't." I whispered to her.
"NO! I WANT TO KNOW WHO DID THIS! NOW!" the girl growled out.
From the back I spotted Nicky who was smirking lightly. The Latina followed my gaze. Immediately the taller girl took off after her. I quickly followed already sensing the impending doom that was about to be released.
"You did this." Santana rounded.
"Santana, it's been a while." Nicky replied with a wink.
"What the hell did she ever do to you?" The Latina spewed out.
"You know I was thinking about the last time I saw you. I believe we were fucking pretty roughly underneath the bleachers after that pep rally."
Santana slammed her fist against the locker Nicky was leaning on. "Stay away from Rachel if you know what's good for you. And if I see more of her pictures like this I promise you I'll give you a black eye to match that disgusting bruised up nose you have."
Nicky smiled. "All is fair in war Santana. You should know that better than anyone else. I mean if I'm not mistaken, didn't you used to torture little Rachel over here? I heard you used to be a very bad girl."
"You fucking whore!" Santana spat out.
Instantly I pulled the taller girl away from the blonde. Nicky smiled like she didn't have a care in the world. For a second I was almost considering the thought of releasing the angry Latina to wipe that smile off her face. But I couldn't do that to Santana. She didn't deserve the punishment. "She's not worth it." I whispered to her.
"Oh, would you look at that. I've got a meeting to head to. Make sure you clean up this mess like a good little girl." Nicky stated to the taller girl before stalking off.
"I'm gonna tear that bitch apart!" Santana hissed out.
Maybe it's the music, the lights, the swarming bodies. Maybe it's the way the house is pounding and thriving with life. It's the alcohol. It's the slight hit of that Mary Jane. It's been a long and stressful week. That bitch Nicky….. She quickly fades from my mind as the music changes. Bursts of energy flow through me. It feels like I've been lifted off the ground. Is that even possible? The music continues pulsing through, surrounding myself and my fellow dancers. We're connected in this moment, moving as one. We are the music.
Sweat dribbles down the side of my face like a melting ice cream cone in the summer heat. I can feel the back of my dress sticking to me as I raise my arms in the air, waving them around in some sort of magical pattern. I've never felt like this before. Feels so good. My eyes closed as the bass dropped and came back louder and stronger. A firm hand was placed on my waist, a presence forming from behind. The hand slowly drew me back until a body was pressed against my back. Automatically his scent wrapped around my senses. It was that same sweet rough aroma, the one I had encountered during our endless nights of pleasure. He's intoxicating. Maybe.
Both of his hands wrapped around my waist and latched onto my lower stomach. Suddenly his lips were at my neck. Without any resistance I allowed him access. Soft yet rough lips sloppily ran down the length of my neck as our bodies moved together. It was hard to move now. His body left no room for much movement other than the obvious. A second later his hand traveled up my body and to my right breast. Immediately he started rubbing it through the fabric of my dress. My body began responding in an instant.
"Come upstairs with me." Puck whispered into my ear.
It wasn't a question. It was an order. And at that moment there wasn't a single reason I could think of to say no. Without any more words he grabbed my hand and started leading me through his crowded house. Bodies passed by in a slow hazy blur. Before I knew it we were heading up the stairs. An eerie feeling came over me with each step that I took. My heart began racing. This doesn't feel right…. I paused at the top of the stairs. Puck tugged on my hand once then twice before he turned around and faced me. There was hunger in his dark eyes. He was ready to go. But I wasn't. Slowly a large frown began to form across his face. He knew. A shudder ran through me as I pulled my gaze away from him. He was breaking. I could feel it.
"I'm sorry." Flew from my lips.
Our eyes met. I instantly regretted it because now he was silently pleading with me. I shook my head. He broke the eye contact and drew away from me. That was the moment I used to head back down stairs. There was a strong pounding in my head. Suddenly everything was just a little too loud and cramped. I brushed my way to the front door. Fresh air whipped me like there was no tomorrow. My legs were about to give out at any moment. I spotted a nice looking tree just a little off of Puck's front yard. Once my back smacked the tree my legs finally gave. A heavy blanket hovered around my mind. It was an odd feeling, but one I simply pushed aside. Once the earth had finally stopped spinning I reached underneath my dress to my left thigh. Earlier I had strapped my cell phone to my leg so that I wouldn't lose it. Brittany's idea. That girl is a genius….
I pressed the phone against my ear, waiting for the other end to pick up. It only took three rings until the phone picked up. My mega watt smile was in full effect now. Suddenly I was pent up with energy. "Quinn!" I squealed into the phone.
"Rachel?"
"What are you doing right now?" I asked eagerly.
"Uhhh nothing really just getting in some late night studying. What are you doing? Sounds like there's a party over there."
"Well, you indeed are correct." I slurred out. "Puck is having a party for me in honor of my nomination for prom queen. I don't think I've ever been in such a crowded place before. I mean people are practically sweating all over each other. It's a little gross."
"Orgy surroundings. That's enough to make me cringe. Make sure you shower very well tonight." She answered back with a chuckle.
I bit my lip as an involuntary shiver ran through me. "It intrigues me to know that you're so concerned about my personal hygiene." I replied.
"Well it is important." The blonde quipped.
My heart slowly began picking up pace. She was teasing me. And it was making me lose my nerve. The little control I had left quickly faded away. "You're right. And just for that I'll keep you in my thoughts when I get home and shower 'very well' tonight." I replied with a low teasing voice.
I cracked a smile when I was immediately met with silence. The line soon flooded with tension. But I was ready for it. Tonight I thrived on it. "Quinn, still there?" I asked lightly.
A loud cough broke through my ear followed by some shuffling. "Yeah, I-I'm here."
"I thought I lost you for a second." I commented.
"Yeah me too." She mumbled out.
There was a small pause before the blonde spoke up again. "How much have you had to drink?" Quinn asked suddenly.
I smiled smugly. "So concerned!" I teased.
"I'm being serious Rachel." Quinn replied.
"Well I don't want to talk about that."I replied a little annoyed.
"Rachel-"
"What? Are you gonna come down here and rescue me?" I laughed. It sounded ridiculous. "I'm a big girl. I'm fine."
"I just want you to be safe." The blonde replied.
"I don't want to be safe anymore Quinn. And I'm getting real sick and tired of people treating me like this. I'm not a defenseless little girl anymore! I can take care of myself. I don't need you to be worried about me. I don't need you to be my savior."
"Are you telling me that I shouldn't care about you?"
I paused and took it in. My mind was trying to think but couldn't because of the hazy wave hovering over. I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know why I was acting like this. All I knew was that I was on edge. She does this to me. She drives me crazy
"If you're telling me that I should stop caring about you, then you've got another thing coming. Because I can't-" Quinn paused. "I can't control that. It's already too late to do anything about it. We can't be friends and not care for each other. And…. I'm not going to apologize for that. Because I know it's not wrong. Tell me, do you think this is wrong?"
Without even realizing it I had released a low and shaky breath. "No." I replied hoarsely.
"I'm not trying to be your savior Rach. I just…. need to know that you're alright. At least tell me that you will be able to get home safe."
"It's okay Quinn. Puck will take care of me. He gets things done."
There was a small pause before the blonde spoke. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means." I shot back
"Clearly I don't." The blonde retorted.
"You know what, forget it. I didn't call you so that you could jump down my throat about this."
"I'm not trying to jump anything here." Quinn shot back.
"Well maybe you should." I threw out.
"You're not making any sense. I don't know what exactly it is that you're looking for here. And I know that right now I shouldn't even be engaging in this because you're obviously drunk and not in the right mind frame…"
"Excuse me?"
"Look maybe you should call me back when you're not like this. I wouldn't want either of us to say something we didn't mean."
"Right, because we never do that." I replied sarcastically.
"Why are you trying to pick a fight with me? Have I done something wrong? I just don't understand."
I ignored her and continued on. "Did you know that just a few minutes before I called you, Puck had asked me upstairs to his bedroom? Well, yeah he did. And we weren't going up there to talk if you catch my drift. I was going to let him fuck me until there was no tomorrow."
From the phone I could hear something angry mutter from the blonde. "So then just fuck him and get off the fucking phone already." She bit out.
"Someone sounds a little angry." I pointed out.
"I'm not angry. You're the one that's been biting my head off all night. And if this is why you're angry, then it's probably a good idea to go ahead and sleep with him. Maybe it'll clear your head and stop making you into a bitch."
"So you want me to fuck him?" I asked.
"I don't care what you do." She growled out.
"It's pretty obvious that you do."
"Do what you want Berry. I'm not your mother. I'm not your father. I'm not going to dictate what you should and should not do."
"What if I told you that I didn't want to fuck him?"
"Well that's great. Just fucking great!" She replied sarcastically. "Who is it this time? Finn? Decided to give it another go? That's nice. It's too bad he wouldn't be able to get the job done."
I smirked. "Hmmm, right, like you could do any better."
Quinn breathed heavily into the phone. "Anyone could do better than Finn."
There was a deep pounding in my chest that was making my entire body shake. I clenched my fists into a ball to try to ease the burning fire in the pit of my stomach. "At least someone will be taking care of my needs." I threw back.
"You don't need someone to do that."
Suddenly I was falling about 30 ft into the ground, my entire body lighting up with an intense heat. My entire face flamed up. "Is that how you entertain your needs?" I asked a little boldly. At this point I was shaking. The throbbing ache between my legs became apparent.
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"Why? You're the one that brought it up." I pointed out.
"I was just stating the facts."
"Of course. It's only natural Quinn. I'm pretty sure you do it just like I do."
From the other end of the line I could hear her breathing harshly into the phone. We both were. I gripped onto the phone a little tighter and placed one of my hands on my thighs. My fingers began rubbing them up and down to try to ease away the throbbing pain from down below.
"Rachel what are you doing?" Quinn asked deeply, her voice quickly taking on a raspy tone.
For some reason I was feeling bolder. So I took the jump. No looking back. "What do you want me to do?" I asked pressing my fingers further up my thigh. My body was so wired up. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the drugs. Maybe it was the way that my body was completely turned on by the entire conversation. But what I knew is that it was her. She was the reason my body was misbehaving. It was craving her.
"I –I have to go. Goodnight Rachel."
The phone quickly went dead. I closed my eyes. "Goodnight Quinn." I whispered into the air. There was a sickening feeling that suddenly came over me. I shouldn't have done that. Somewhere deep down, I knew that I was in trouble. Maybe I won't remember this.
My fingers slowly slipped all the way up my thigh and straight to the apex of the throbbing ache. Almost immediately I could tell that my panties were sopping wet. I bit down on my lip and pushed aside the panty barrier. My fingers easily slid through my aching folds. It was all wet. I whimpered silently as my finger gathered moisture. After another second I completely pulled my fingers out from underneath my dress and raised them out to the light. They were heavily coated with my juices. "Fuck… Quinn"
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