Disclaimer: I do not own Glee/Characters.
The song that Santana wrote was the borderline insult, and the one that Mercedes wrote, although Mr. Schue admitted that was really good, was not Resional material lyrics wise. Such being the case, Rachel's song naturally was chosen unanimously for a solo.
Quinn was uncomfortable while she listened to Rachel singing 'Get It Right'. What was her angle? Quinn gave her a warning not to try to steal her man. Finn, sitting next to her, having guarded his heart from Rachel, seemed to begin thawing. Quinn reached her hand to his and squeezed it, forcing to smile at him.
Little did Finn and Quinn know that Rachel wrote the song just because she needed to spew out her feelings heaped inside as a closure on her own way and move on, not because she intended to get him back, although there was a line like 'finally someone will see how much I care'.
Puck frowned, looking at Quinn and Finn from behind in the choir room. He didn't want to come between them this time, but he couldn't help caring for Quinn. He knew that people didn't see who she really was. He also knew why she didn't show real herself to anybody included Finn.
Quinn was just a girl who wanted to be loved, just like Rachel. But she was too afraid to show her flaws. She was too afraid of the consequences when she showed who she really was. Because of that, she always hesitated to throw herself on someone and behaved wrong.
Puck watched Quinn and Finn arguing at her locker from afar. Quinn turned on her heels, leaving Finn who was running a hand through his hair. Puck ran after Quinn as soon as he assured that Finn walked to another direction.
"Hey." Puck stopped Quinn from behind at the school parking lot. He could tell that she was on the verge of tears without looking.
Quinn quickly corrected herself and turned around. She glared at him. "What do you want?"
"Don't bite me." Puck held his hands up in the air. "I just wanted to talk to you." Quinn started to walk toward her car. Puck followed.
Quinn sighed. "Sorry." They got to her car.
"How's your song?" Puck asked, leaning against her car.
"Not good. I mean, we didn't write anything. We have to withdraw." Quinn shook her head, leaning on the car next to Puck.
"You know, you don't have to be on top." Puck said abruptly.
Quinn frowned, facing about Puck. "What are you talking about?"
"You don't have to be on top, you know, to be loved. You're beautiful, smart, caring, Q. Everybody admires you, loves you, whether you're on top or not." Puck continued, looking into space.
"Someone doesn't." Quinn said bluntly.
Puck looked at her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "He doesn't care whether you're on top or not."
"It's not what I meant." Quinn looked away from him.
"Then why are you with him?" Puck asked quietly.
"Because I love him!" Quinn cried.
"I know that your feelings have been left. But are you happy right now?" Puck asked, but nothing came from her mouth. He continued. "It's not a competition, Q."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn narrowed her eyes.
"You know what I mean." Puck stood up straight. As if on cue, his cell phone went off. He checked an ID on the screen. "I gotta go. Lauren needs me." Puck started to walk away.
"I need to be a Prom Queen!" Quinn shouted at his back.
"You will." Puck said over his shoulder, giving her a smirk. "See you tomorrow."
Rachel skipped into the Hell Gate studio, smiling. Oooh, luck had turned in my favor, she thought, looking at the front desk. "Hi, Macy! How's going?"
"Hi, Rachel. Had a good day?" Macy raised her eyebrow.
"Yes, I did!" Rachel clapped her hands, jumping up and down. "Everyone in Glee Club liked my song! Which means I'll sing a solo at Regionals!" She smiled from ear to ear.
"Wow. Congratulations!" Macy smiled back. "David's in his office."
"Thank you, Macy." Rachel waved and made her way to the office. The door was half opened. "Knock, knock! Hi, David."
"Oh, hey, Rachel. Did we have a tutoring ses today?" David smiled but was confused.
"No. I'm sorry, I should've called or texted first. But I was soooo excited and completely forgot to do that. Are you busy? Did I interrupt?" Rachel bit her lower lip, standing still his doorway.
"It's okay. Why don't you sit down?" David stood up and encouraged her to come in. "So, what's the news?"
"My song! I'll sing a solo at Regionals!" She announced, clapping her hands.
"Congratulations!" David stood up again, offering his hand.
Rachel took it, pumping his arm vigorously. "I couldn't have done it without your help. I don't know how to thank you."
David dismissed her off, waving his hand. "Don't bother. You did on your own. Besides, your song was a good peg to start writing again and we'll make a demo in half a year or so."
"Really?" Rachel lit up. "I wanted to hear your own song."
David smiled, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah, you will. Please be patient."
Rachel cleared her throat. "Um, if you aren't busy, I'd like you to come to see me singing at Regionals. It's at Elsie Janis Theater in Marion on Saturday in two weeks."
David looked down at his desk, checking his schedule. "I think I can come. What time will the competition start?"
"It's around at 10am. But we don't know exactly when we sing until the day before. I'll text the details." Rachel replied.
"It would be helpful. Thanks. Um…" David checked his watch and was about to continue to speak before Macy poked her head from his door.
"David, Studio B in 5."
"I'm sorry for having interrupted you." Rachel Jumped up from the chair. "Writing and singing my own song kind of erased off my pain a little, although I can't take back my mistake." Rachel looked down for a while, then looked up at David. "I pour my heart out through the other people's songs too, but it's different, you know."
"I can see that." David smiled at her softly.
"Sorry, I better let you go. I'm always complained I talk too much." Rachel giggled. "Thank you again." Then she left his office with light steps.
David saw her off, ruminating over what Rachel had said.
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