Title: Barely Breathing
Pairings: Faberrittana.
Summary: When they were still children, it used to be Q, R, S and B. But now that they are in high school, they are known as The Unholy Trinity and Rachel Berry. Rachel, feeling abandoned by her best friends, tried to move on with a positive outlook. The Unholy Trinity, fed up with the guilt and the ache of missing Rachel, finally decided to mend their broken friendship with the girl. Separated by their differences, will they be able to get back how they used to be? What if the Unholy Trinity wanted more than just friendship from Rachel?
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine.
Important Note: Just so everybody knows, Unholy Trinity is NOT part of Glee. Yet. For the sake of this fic, let's create three imaginary girls who took their slots in the club. ;)
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Chapter 3
Rachel was running late that morning. She couldn't believe she overslept. When she got home last night, she took pain medication before going to bed. Though the pain on her body was bearable, she still wanted to get a comfortable sleep. Well, the medication worked perfectly because when she woke up, her clock was telling her it was already 7:30. She shrieked, stumbled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. It was probably the shortest shower she ever had. She just grabbed whatever clothes she has on her closet and put it on without bothering to look in the mirror. She hurried down the stairs and went straight to their kitchen.
"Dad, Daddy, I can't belie—" Rachel stopped herself once she was welcomed with an empty kitchen. The notes on the fridge caught her eyes. One was from her Dad, and the other one from her Daddy. Her Dad was called earlier that morning to coach someone out of town. He would be back later that night. After recovering from his injuries, he never went back in the ring, but he still trained fighters who seek his expertise in fight clubs.
So that's why he didn't wake me up on our usual training hours.
Her Daddy, on the other hand, had an emergency in the hospital.
Rachel panicked. This only meant that she had no ride going to school. She glanced at the wall clock and groaned. It was a quarter past 8 already. She never bothered to eat breakfast and went straight to the front door. She considered riding her bike to school. She never really used it to school before. Her dads always gave her a ride, plus she was always wearing skirts. Really short skirts. Other than her talent, she liked showing off her legs. But nobody had to know that. Really.
She considered changing clothes. But then again, her bruises still hurt really badly. She didn't think she could wear her helmet with her face still a little swollen from the fight. And her Dads were very particular with helmets, especially her Daddy who had a lot of experiences treating patients with injuries due to motor accidents.
With that thought, she stopped walking. She forgot to put make up to conceal her bruises. She palmed her forehead for her stupidity. How could she forget that? She's been doing it for a year already!
Rachel saw the extent of the damage on her body once she got home last night. Her side and chest were turning a little purple, the same goes for her right jaw and left cheek. She's pretty sure that the discoloration on her face was more noticeable now as compared last night. There was no way she could walk around the neighborhood without people noticing.
And people noticing was a bad thing. She was still a minor after all.
For the nth time that morning, Rachel groaned and jogged her way back to their house. It was a good thing she hadn't gotten too far yet.
Damn those pain medications.
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"Where is she? It's not like her to be late," Brittany wondered, as she stared at the empty seat in front of them. She, Quinn and Santana decided to forego their usual sitting arrangement and sat at the back. All they needed was to glare at the people that were already occupying the seats, then another glare to anyone who attempted to take the seat in front of them.
Spanish was the only class that they all share with the brunette. They were aware that Rachel liked to sit at the back, which they find strange since the small girl had always been very competitive.
"Not sure B," Santana answered, giving a quick glance at the empty seat.
"I hope she didn't get slushied again."
The trio frowned at the thought but dismissed it right away.
"I don't think that's the case, Britt." Quinn stated and pursed her lips in thought. "I didn't see her on the hallway this morning either, which is unusual since she always comes to school early to practice singing."
They knew that fact because they did NOT happen to pass by the choir room one morning and heard the girl's angelic voice and they did NOT mean to purposely pass by the said room every morning after Cheerio practice since then, and they did NOT linger outside the room just a little longer to watch and listen to the brunette singing, until they would realize they were being obvious.
Because that's just creepy, right?
Suddenly, the class room door opened and Rachel stepped inside, looking flushed, her hair disheveled and she was breathing hard.
The trio shared similar questioning looks then glanced back at the girl standing at the front.
Messy Rachel looked hot.
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"It was nice of you to finally join us, Rachel."
"I apologize for my tardiness, Mr. Schue. I had a…..series of unfortunate events."
"That's fine, Rachel. Just don't let it happen again. You may take your seat."
"Thank you." Rachel nodded and made a beeline to her usual seat, only to stop when she realized that it was already occupied. Confused, she surveyed the room for any available chair. Her body tensed when she noticed that the only empty seat in the room was in front of three Cheerios. The same Cheerios that she liked to steal glances during classes. She was baffled when Santana started pointing at her and then tapping the empty seat. Her heart began punding against her chest. And this time, it wasn't from running.
"Rachel, is there a problem?" Mr. Shchue asked, a small amount of annoyance visible on his voice.
Rachel jumped in surprise, becoming conscious with the fact that the whole class was now staring at her. "Of course not, Mr. Schue. Everything is fine," she answered and gave her teacher her mega watt smile despite her racing heart.
"Alright. Then please take your seat so we can resume the lecture."
"Of course, Mr. Schue," Rachel nodded, taking another glance at the only empty seat. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders, tipped her head high and walked with confidence, ignoring her rapidly beating heart. During the short walk to her destination, she had already envisioned different circumstances to which the trio could embarrass her.
Once she reached her seat, she stopped briefly in front of it. She eyed the chair, then to the three girls behind, then back to the chair again. She was wary of the smiles that the trio was giving her.
Santana was looking at her expectantly and gestured at the empty seat again. Quinn seemed indifferent and Brittany was almost challenging her mega watt smile.
Shaking her head, she, oh so slowly, sat down. She sighed in relief once her ass made contact to the wood, and not on the floor. One scenario she imagined was Santana or Quinn or even Brittany, pulling the chair away once she attempted to sit down, causing her to land on the floor with a bruised butt. And pride.
When she felt the coast was clear, she flipped her notebook open and busied herself in taking notes. She did her best to focus but she would pause every now and then, fighting the urge to turn around because she was pretty sure there were eyes burning a hole on the back of her head.
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Rachel shut her locker with a huff. It was lunch break and she just realized that on her haste to go to school that morning, she didn't only miss out on breakfast, but she also didn't get the chance to prepare her own pack lunch.
And she might as well eat poison than try to eat whatever it was they call food in the cafeteria. The food there was simply terrible and not so vegan friendly.
To say that she was famished was a complete understatement. It didn't help that the pain due to her injuries were causing her some discomfort.
Deciding to completely skip lunch, she strode her way towards the clinic. She might as well catch up on some good rest since she was still feeling a bit exhausted from the fight last night. She wasn't used to getting less than eight hours of sleep. And Emergency Knockdowns don't really happen quite often.
Rachel let out a small squeak when two unknown Cheerios walked up behind her, and rudely grasped her arms on both side, literally dragging her towards the opposite direction of the clinic.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Her demand was answered by a smirk, smirks that didn't look as intimidating as a certain fiery Latina. Santana needed to teach them more of her tricks. Even she didn't fall for it. And she was Rachel freaking Berry.
Rachel assumed that they were freshmen and whatever they were doing right now was probably part of their lame initiation as new members of the squad. She couldn't help but roll her eyes despite the impending migraine.
"Let me go this instant!" Rachel demanded, fighting the urge to stomp her foot. Maybe if she tried to talk their ears out, they would leave her alone. Because whatever they were planning to do with her, she was certain it's not good.
"Shut up, Man Hands," the Cheerio on her right side hissed at her.
Rachel rolled her eyes internally at the failed attempt (again) to be intimidating. They were an embarrassment to Quinn. She grunted as she slumps her shoulders in defeat. As much as she want to struggle, her energy was diminishing. It didn't help that she was in pain, hungry and just freaking exhausted. She frowned at the thought that she was being manhandled by a pair of freshmen who were much taller than her despite the fact that she's two years their senior. It was quite depressing.
Rachel groaned when she realized that they were walking towards the lunchroom. She became apprehensive. Were they planning to humiliate her in front of everyone? The thought made her stop walking abruptly, causing the two Cheerios to stop as well.
"What now, RuPaul?" one of the cheerleader said, tugging her arm forcefully this time but she didn't budge.
"Damn it! Stop resisting. You already wasted fifteen minutes of our lunch."
"If it's such a waste of time, then maybe it would be best if you just let me be."
The Cheerio scoffed, "And what? Have Quinn strangle my neck?"
"You're not even worth our time. We're just taking orders from the Unholy Trinity," the other Cheerio said in annoyance.
Why wasn't Rachel surprised? Of course it had to be them.
In the haze of her confusion, she had let the two Cheerios drag her in to the lunchroom. She could feel all eyes on them as they walked around the area. She didn't pay them any attention though. She was just so tired, and all she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep.
Rachel didn't even hesitate when they led her to the popular kids' table. She thought that the more she refused, the lesser time she could have of that sleep.
Might as well get this over with.
She found herself awkwardly standing in front of the Unholy Trinity. When the gravity of the situation finally sank in, her stomach tightened and she was suddenly hit with a wave of nervousness. The table went silent and its occupants were now staring at her.
This time, she was on her right mind to actually care and tilted her head down. The idea of sleeping was completely forgotten as she anxiously played with the hem of her sweater.
"Sit."
Rachel snapped her head in surprise when the uncomfortable silence was finally broken with that one word. She was met with green eyes, the owner looking at her expectantly. She frowned and tilted her head on the side to show her confusion.
Huh?
"Berry, sit down."
Oh! Quinn was talking to her.
Registering the firm tone of the blonde Cheerio, she glanced at the empty seat beside Quinn and hesitantly sat down. She was unsure of the reason she was brought there but she hoped they would get it over with already because, really, the 'suspense'was killing her.
As soon as she was seated, she took a quick glance at the table. She was sitting beside Quinn who was beside Finn. Ugh. Her lips quirked a little when she remembered the day she took the boy down with one hit.
On the other side of the table, Brittany and Santana were sitting beside each other, their respective boyfriends, Sam and Puck, on their sides. Well, Puck was more like a boy toy. She was pretty sure she had seen Santana and Puck flirting NOT with each other.
"Seriously, Quinn?" Finn asked in a harsh tone as she gestured at the tiny brunette.
Rachel fought the urge to roll her eyes. She was just wondering the same thing. She had always hated Finn and just hearing his voice made her blood boil. How she was able to tolerate the tall boy during Glee, she would never know. She tried so hard not to cringe or make a face every time they would perform a duet. Oh, the things she would do for her club.
"We invited her. Is there a problem, Hudson?"
Everyone stared at Brittany, surprised at the uncharacteristic stern in her voice. Well, everyone except Quinn and Santana who shared a knowing smile then glared at the tall boy. Finn cowered and slumped on his chair with a huff when he noticed the double don't-you-dare-go-against-Britt glare from the two Cheerios.
"Now, be a good boy Finnocence and shut the hell up."
Finn growled at the Latina only to be countered with a much more intimidating vicious glower of her own. And she didn't even have to try so hard before the tall boy looked down, crossed his arms and began grumbling nonsense. Quinn didn't even bother to hide the exasperated look on her face as she ferociously stared at her so-called boyfriend. His tantrums were not cute at all. If anything, it was annoying the hell out of her.
"Well, if I may, I would also like to inquire as to why I was brought here against my will?" Rachel asked casually, taking that opportunity to speak once she was sure the Finn-bashing was over. Not that it wasn't entertaining to watch, but she wasn't exactly ecstatic to be in the enemy's territory.
Alone.
It was just nerve-wracking not to know what to expect.
"We thought it would be nice to have lunch with you so we invited you over," Brittany said with enthusiasm.
Rachel's mouth hung open slightly, not sure if she should be surprised with the thought that the tall Cheerio wanted to have lunch with her or appalled because, as far as she was concern, what the freshmen Cheerios did to her wasn't really a type of invitation she had in mind.
She went for the latter. Because, well, being dragged like a doll was just rude.
"By 'invited you over', did you mean by directing two of your minions to literally drag me on the hallway by force, and purposely ignoring my inquiries as to where I am being taken which is, by the way, my right to know."
Rachel didn't miss the arched brow from the girl on her left and the narrowed eyes of the Latina across her.
"Oh, sorry about that. That was my idea actually. I was afraid you would say no so I thought it would be best to skip the pleasantries. S and Q totally agreed with me."
Rachel stared at the tall blonde in surprise. How can Brittany make it sound so casual? And innocent?
Just...wow.
"I hope they were nice to you," Brittany added after a moment with hopeful eyes.
Rachel rolled her eyes with that statement. "If you mean nice as in grabbing my arms forcefully, throwing glares at me and calling me names, then yes. They were very nice."
Brittany frowned, not missing the sarcasm in the brunettes tone. But Rachel wasn't done yet.
"And they failed at I'm-intimidating-you veneer, just so you know," Rachel continued ranting, deliberately ignoring the two freshmen Cheerios glaring at her. Everyone at the table have different reactions. Some ignored her; some stared at her with their mouths open while the Unholy Trinity watched her in amusement, intently listening to every word that comes out of the diva's mouth.
Though their interest was masked with Quinn's bored expression, Santana's scowl and Brittany's lost-in-space look.
"I could practically see through it without even trying. Their efforts were a naught compared to you—not that I'm complimenting you because I'm totally not. Actually, I don't think anyone would find that a compliment. I am not very enthusiastic with the idea of a whole squad following your steps for obvious reasons. Plus-"
"Are you done yet?"
"Since you just rudely interrupted me, then I guess I am, Santana," Rachel huffed and crossed her arms, scrunching her face in annoyance. Although she knew that her frowning wasn't caused by the interruption. In fact, she was grateful for it. Because, God! Her jaw was really hurting from so much talking. And to make it worse, she couldn't even tell herself to just . !
"Good. Coz my ears are burning already," Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes and leaned her body slightly to the table to get closer to Rachel, "And I'm not sure how you can compliment and insult us at the same time. I thought I was the only one who can do that."
"Like I said, I wasn't exactly complimenting anyone, Santana. But I won't consider it as an insult either."
Short sentences, Berry. Short sentences! You may still be able to salvage your suffering jaw before it falls off.
"She meant, Berry," Quinn said with a hint of irritation in her voice, "That although you indirectly commended on how effective we are on being a bitch-and yes, we'll take that as a compliment-you also compared us to the new bloods."
"You wouldn't want your singing to be compared to Mike, right? Though I haven't really heard him sing yet."
Rachel was horrified, "There is not even a point to compare, Brittany! That is very disparaging!"
"Exactly the point, Midget. Now better shut your mouth before you say anything more disparaging to us or I swear, I will ends you."
Everyone at the table was startled when the small brunette slammed both her hands on the table and stood up abruptly, almost knocking her chair backwards, "If you invited me here so you can mock me and be mean to me, then I'm going to have to take my leave. Thank you for having me here," Rachel said in a calm voice, minding to be polite despite of the situation before storming off.
The Unholy Trinity was astounded as they watch the diva walked out of the lunchroom. They grimaced as the realization of what just happened dawn on to them.
"Pfft. Drama queen," Finn muttered and regretted it right away when three pairs of eyes shot him a vicious glare. He went back to sulking in his chair. Sam and Puck looked at their friend sympathetically, mentally giving themselves a tap on the back for shutting their mouth all throughout.
"What happened to being nice?" Brittany looked at her co-Cheerios in disappointment. Quinn and Santana had the decency to look down in embarrassment, but didn't say a word.
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Rachel groaned as she read the text from her Daddy, informing her that he was going to be late picking her up. And her Dad was still out of town. She was really disappointed because she was dying to lie on her bed. Though she would normally just walk home every time her fathe rs couldn't pick her up, she wasn't up for it today due to her condition.
She was completely drained. She fought so hard not to fall asleep during her afternoon classes and the incident at the cafeteria with the Cheerios was her last straw. She was even tempted to spend the rest of the afternoon sleeping in the clinic but decided against it. Her image of being a good student getting the best of her.
She wished they could have Glee every day so she wouldn't have a problem killing time every time her dads were late. But that would interfere with football practice and half of the members of the club were football players. Unfortunately.
So instead, she found herself sitting on the bleachers in the football field. She wasn't watching the football practice though. Her eyes were actually glued on the other side of the field where the Cheerios were doing their usual stretching before beginning their laps.
Suddenly, not having Glee club everyday wasn't so bad anymore.
Her eyes moved towards three particular Cheerios. The same girls who kept plaguing her thoughts for so long now, the girls who made her heart pound just by looking at them. Her mind was a chaos when they're around. The two years that they were apart only made it worse.
Rachel was too tired to even hold a book and pretend to read like she usually do while watching girls clad in short skirts do their stunts. Instead, she resolute to placing her elbows on her thighs and rested her chin on her palms. She was far away after all. No one would notice.
That was until she yelped in pain when something hit her face. Straight to her bruised cheek.
Fuck!
Rachel held her cheek and closed her eyes tightly, her eyes burning from unshed tears. She could feel her cheek throbbing in pain.
"Hey freak! Enjoying the view?"
She fluttered her eyes open when she heard Finn laughing with his team mates.
That fucking retard! I'm going to fucking beat him until he stopped fucking breathing! Fuck!
Rachel grimaced at how much she could swear in her thoughts. That was a first. Finn really did bring out the worst in her.
"Hey Jew babe, are you okay? Sorry about that."
Puck hovered over her, panting, as he picked up the football that bounced on her face when it hit her. She looked at the Mohawk boy and could see worry written all over his face, probably noticing her pained expression.
"I'm alright, Noah. Thank you for asking. And it's not your fault. That gigantor," Rachel said the last word with venom as she glared at the quarterback.
"You should probably ice that," Puck chuckled and looked at her in concern.
Rachel smiled and nodded, still holding her bruised cheek, "I will. Thank you. You should go. The team is waiting for you."
"Don't worry. Even if he's my best buddy, I'm gonna go kick his ass for you. Nobody messes with my Jew princess and get away with it," Puck said in his usual badass smirk and winked at Rachel.
Rachel laughed a little despite the pain on her cheek. She watched as Noah stepped off the bleachers and on to the field. She didn't miss the glare he gave Finn and bumped his shoulder with the tall boy as they passed by each other.
Rachel shook her head in amusement, still holding her aching cheek.
She and Noah have a secret friendship of some sort. They probably have the weirdest friendship ever invented. They had known each other since they were kids. They were both Jews after all and they went to the synagogue together. Though she grew up with Noah always teasing her, she never had ill feelings for the boy.
He was like a brother she never had.
She was there for him when his father left when they were little, just as he was there for her when her Dad was at the hospital last year. He knew about her friendship with the Unholy Trinity and how everything fell apart. He was furious but he knew he didn't have a say to it. He simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her cry, the same thing he did every time she would have a fight with any of the girls when they were still kids.
But they were not as close as compared to the friendship she had with the trio. She doesn't tell him everything. He doesn't know about her Friday night life, the reason why she never showed up in his parties.
He doesn't know about her attraction with her former best friends that was why he never knew how hurt she was when he told her about being with Santana.
And she was still hurting even though she was aware that what Noah and Santana have was anything but serious. He didn't know that every time she could see him flirting with another girl, she wanted to yell at his face and remind him about Santana.
But nothing beat the feeling of wanting to shave off his Mohawk just by being WITH Santana.
It was really odd. And frustrating.
But Noah always had her back, just as she had his. That was the only thing that was keeping her from attacking him. He was still her friend. A very good friend. He stood by her side when her so-called best friends abandoned her. He may not be enough to fill the empty slots that they left in her life, but she knew Puck tried to be the best friend he could ever be. They may not always be together in school, but when the situation called for it, she was sure he would jump in front of a bullet to save her.
Besides, she really didn't want the school making a big deal about their friendship. She was still the social pariah after all. And having friends from the top of the food chain was just unusual.
She remembered the first time he slushied her. It was part of his initiation when he got in to the football team.
Rachel watched as Puck came up to her, with a cup of Big Gulp in hand. They stared at each other for a moment before Puck spoke.
"I'm not doing it, Rach," Puck said, shaking his head. "This is stupid."
"Do it Noah. I'm used to it."
"No! I'm not throwing this stuff on you just because they told me to do it."
"Would you do it if I'm the one to tell you?"
"Are you out of your mind? I'm not doing it. I can't. I won't. You're my friend, Rach. I'm not going to humiliate you in front of the student body just so I can play football."
"But you love football, Noah."
"That's not important. You mean something more than just football."
Puck attempted to walk past Rachel but she surprised him when she nudged his hand holding the cup, causing the cold liquid to splash on her face.
"What the fuck, Rach?!" Puck exclaimed as he look at his friend covered in red slushie, "Why did you do that?!"
Rachel only waved him off, grabbed her Slushie kit from her locker and walked towards the girl's locker room.
Later that day, she threw a punch on Puck's face.
Rachel smiled at that. Puck felt so bad about it that he basically begged her to hit him. That day, they made an agreement. Puck would not hold back on her in school, and in return, she got to beat him. It was her idea.
Yeah. Weird friendship indeed.
But since he went up the social ladder and dated Santana, he had stopped bothering her as well. She was aware of his attempts to get a new target for the new players. It was slightly successful and she appreciated the gesture though he would never admit it.
And not only once did he try to talk to the trio during freshmen year to stop them from bullying her, but she told him not to get too involved. Things were so messy that time and she didn't want him to get caught up in the middle of it. She made him promise.
"Why are you letting them do this to you, Rach?"
"Just let it go, Noah. Please promise me you will not saying anything to them," Rachel said, soft and yet firm. She cupped Puck's cheeks and made him look at her in the eye, "Promise me."
Puck stared at the pleading eyes in front of him, all his conviction deflating. He sighed in defeat and nodded, "Fine. But if things got out of hand, I'm stepping in."
"Thank you, Noah."
Rachel's thoughts were interrupted when she heard the voice of Sue Sylvester telling her Cheerios to get the hell out of her field. She shook her head and looked at her watch. She was so lost in memory lane that she didn't notice the time. She almost forgot about the pain on the right side of her face. She placed a hand on her cheek, gauging the bruise and winced at how swollen it was.
She was about to get up when she noticed a scowling Finn approached Puck.
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Author's Note:
As requested, I'm putting this at the end of the chapter. ;) This chapter was actually cut in to two parts. I'm still finishing the other half and I may be able to upload it in two days. It won't be as long as this one though so try not to get your hopes up. ;) But there's more of Unholy Trinity there.
I just thought I'd upload this one now just for the sake of updating, you know?
I bet you didn't see Puck coming, huh? Or did you? =/ Because I honestly didn't. At least not this soon. Oh well.
Anyway, I hope I was able to portray Rachel's inner diva in this chapter. She wasn't really fighting back but at least she was showing some attitude. I hope it wasn't a sudden change in her character as compared to the first chapter. I think tired!Rachel brings out cool!Rachel or something like that.
YourInnate – that seriously made me laugh out loud :D
Floire – glad you liked the fighting scene and the background story of Rachel's secret life. I was actually having second thoughts about it :)
Shells – This chapter didn't see much of the caring side of Unholy Trinity but there were hints? :p Don't worry. The soft side of the UT will come soon. I promise. Bitter!Rachel will probably be seen on the later chapters. Not sure yet. But soon I hope.
Anon – I'm excited to see the Unholy Trinity's reaction to Rachel's secret life too. I'm already trying to picture on how I'm going to write about it. But it will probably take a while before we get there.
iEcko – Thank you for the suggestion. I've read it already. If I'm not mistaken, that was the first Faberrittan fic I've read. It made me change from Faberry to Faberrittana. I hope the slow development won't bore you. ;)
xtreme12 – thank you for appreciating the background story. It was sort of a spontaneous plot. I'm glad I didn't mess up.
Renata – I can totally feel how excited you are. :D Thank you for the support.
ngela and Pablo – I've already read some of jamiexh's fic. And it was very original. Though I am not sure it would be applicable in this fic as of now since they haven't had an established relationship yet. And due to the slow development, it will probably take a while before they can get together.
IReallyLoveCoke – glad you decided to use a name ;) I will update 'Maybe' soon enough. But as of now, my mind is a little preoccupied with this one. But thanks for giving 'Maybe' a chance. And that slushie? Definitely a scene to look forward to. ;) And I just realized you commented twice. Lol. I will give you reasons to love and hate the UH at the same time. It will come on the next few chapters, I think? :D
Natalia – Justice will be served. I promise.
Gleekfan – I'll get there. But this is probably going to be a little different. Since I only watched season 1, I may not be able to really capture most of their characters.
michaeljordan023 – I know. Tough Rachel is just hot. I'm not sure about Rachel and Santana fighting. I haven't thought about that. Do you mean, like, fighting in the ring? Because Rachel will totally kick her ass. :p
Pablo – I was originally planning on focusing on Rachel alone but the next few chapters will have the involvement of the UH and their thoughts.
TickleMeDoeFace01 – virtual high five! ;) Thanks for reading!
Guest – request granted ;)
Gardenia2 – Yeah? I tried hard to picture Leroy in a fight club. I even considered changing Rachel's dads to fit the description I had in mind. UH seeing Rachel fight is a promise.
FaberrittanaIsEndgame – I'm glad you appreciate the fight scene. Thank you. :)
– Thank youuu! I'm happy somebody appreciated my English writing :p
ShadowCub – Oh. Rachel kicking ass is definitely happening. It may not be happening soon enough though. But the wait will be worth it…I hope? ;)
Guest – Brittany will not get any special treatment.
Prettylittleliar – here's your chapter. :p I will update 'Maybe' when I get the chance. Right now, this fic is taking most of the space in my head.
Ngela – Thank you! I appreciate the reviews as well. What do you think of this chapter? Rachel showed a small hint of her divaness. More will come on the other half of this chapter.
Guest/Guest – I don't speak Spanish. But thanks to google, I was able to translate them in English. It wasn't a good translation, but I think I got the idea. ;)
THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for reading and reviewing and the favorites and alerts. I'm sorry I can't update like, everyday? I actually have these ideas in my mind but I'm having a hard time putting them in to words.
Because I literally have to stop in the middle of writing, look up the ceiling, scrunch my face and ask myself:
'What word is it again? How do I say that in English?'
This chapter took me all the day to compose because of it, and the other half of this is almost done but it will still probably take a day because like I said, I get distracted easily. :p
Until the next chapter! More interaction between the Unholy Trinity and Rachel.