A/N: Thanks for the reviews from Chapter 1 and I really hope Chapter 2 is up to everyone's expectations. Chapter 3 will either be up tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest. As always please R&R :).
A/N2: If you're waiting for the next chapter of Summer Nights, I have been working on it, but it's going a little slow. I will try to have it up by the end of the week, but no promises.
When final period ended and I was making my way back to my locker to pick up my things, I found Rachel standing beside it. I had almost forgotten about our encounter earlier. I looked around, scanning the area for Santana, but it isn't until I didn't see her that I remembered she had left early for a doctor's appointment. I felt a little guilty about hiding Rachel, but I was not ready to tell Santana that I'd befriended her so that she'd tutor me in school. It was a conversation that would probably include a fair share of Spanish on Santana's end.
"I thought I would just meet you at your locker, since I was not sure if you knew which car was mine in the parking lot. Well, actually I was going to wait for you outside the school, but then I wasn't sure which door you would be coming out of and I was afraid that if I waited at one of them you might come out the other one and then-," Rachel spoke quickly, all in one breath and I couldn't let her ramblings continue.
"You know where my locker is," I interrupted and looked at her like she was a stalker, "Half the time I don't know where my locker is."
"I guess I just have a good memory," Rachel said, biting her lip. She looked so nervous and it was making me nervous. All we were doing was going to my place where I was going to day dream while she 'tutored' me and she was acting like I was a movie star or something.
"That's creepy," I replied, putting the books I needed in my school bag and slung it over my shoulder as I closed my locker. "You didn't lose a puppy did you? Cause if you did, I might need to find an adult."
Rachel's mouth dropped open and her brow furrowed as she shook her head. I had to admit, I enjoyed teasing her, even if she didn't know it was teasing and I couldn't tell her.
The car ride was very awkward. I didn't know what to say to her so most of the drive was spent in silence as I watched out the window. It was weird having Rachel around and not hearing her. It was actually a little unsettling. A few times she had brought up random comments about glee or a movie that was coming to theatres or the weather, but they were mostly all one sentence conversations that didn't lead anywhere.
I was thankful when she turned into the driveway to my house and we got out of the car. I began walking up the steps to the front entrance and realized Rachel wasn't following me. I turned around and found her staring up at my house with a bewildered look.
"You live here," she asked in amazement.
"I think so," I said with uncertainty in my voice and then turned my head to look at the number on the front gate, "Yeah, 127 that's me."
"What do your parents do," Rachel asked, as her eyes watched the fountain in the garden.
"My dad plays golf and my mom talks to her country club friends," I said, walking back to her and tugging her elbow to follow me.
She got the hint as she fell in behind me, "No I mean what do they do for a living? What is their occupation?"
"Oh, my mom is a crazy doctor and my dad is the president," I said, holding the front door open for her as we entered into the foyer.
"The president," she repeated and shook her head, "Of what?"
"I don't know, your questions are starting to hurt my head," I answered and it's true. I was starting to wish that uncomfortable silence was back and I didn't know how I was going to get through the next hour with her.
"Sorry," she said softly and I knew that I injured her feelings again. For such a loud and annoying girl, she was quite fragile.
I led the way up the stairs to my room and closed the door, leaning back against it as I watched her inspect my room until her eyes stopped on a card on my dresser.
Shit, I thought as I realized what that card was.
"I thought you said you didn't have your license," Rachel demanded, holding the card in front of my face.
"I don't," I replied cooly, not showing any emotion in my eyes as I looked passed the card at her skeptical face, "It's fake, so that I can get into clubs and buy wine coolers."
She brought the card back and looked it over, "It has your correct birthday on it, Brittany, indicating you are seventeen."
"That explains why it never works," I answered without missing a beat, nodding and beginning to stare off into space. I was good at being 'Stupid Brittany'. So many years of practice.
I could feel her eyes on me for a few more seconds I supposed she was trying to decide whether to believe me or not, but she finally tossed the card back on my dresser and took a seat on my bed.
"So what do you want to start with," Rachel asked, clapping her hands together and eyes shinning up at me from where she sat.
She looked so excited and anxious, I couldn't help but tease her again. I glanced upwards as if I was trying to recall something and then responded, "Santana and I usually start by kissing and then we take our clothes off."
Rachel bolted upright from the bed with a startled look on her face and choked, "What?"
"Come on, Rachel, everybody knows studying together is code for hooking up. That's what Santana told me," I said and I was dying inside. Her expression was priceless, a mixture of shock, horror and even a little intrigue all rolled into one and it took everything inside me not to burst out laughing.
"Brittany, I assure you," her voice was an entire octave higher than its usual pitch, "my intentions were completely honourable and was not suggesting anything of the sexual nature when I offered my services. My tutoring services that is."
"Oh," I sighed and faked disappointment, "Well then I guess we can start with chemistry. The table of periods confuses me."
The next half hour went by slowly. Rachel made up a song to help me memorize all the elements, which I've known since I was six, and I spent the time thinking about what I was going to eat for supper.
"Okay, let's try it one more time, but this time I want a little bit more emotion in it," Rachel instructed.
I couldn't sing the stupid song again and ever since I started singing, she seemed to be more focused on whether I was sharp or if I was putting enough emphasis on the right syllables, rather than if I was learning the material.
"This is boring," I said and yawned, pretending I didn't notice the slouch in her shoulders as her feelings were hurt yet again. I glanced over at my camera sitting on its tripod and suddenly had a great idea. "Hey, why don't you be my guest on Fondue For Two today?"
Her face brightened at the invitation, "Me? Why?"
"The topic of the day is Barbra Streisand and I need an expert's opinion," I lied, getting up from my bed and beginning to set up the fondue pot.
"Then you will have the most knowledgeable guest," she answered and her smile was huge as she fixed her hair in the mirror, "I know absolutely everything about her, from the-"
I stopped listening as I pulled the cheese and vegetables from the mini fridge and arranged everything onto the table in front of the couch. Then I made sure the camera was angled correctly and plugged into my computer to stream.
Rachel was still talking when everything was ready to go, but I interrupted her and said, "Save it for the show."
She was a little put off by the comment as she took her seat on the couch, but her smile only dropped slightly as she waited for me to take a seat beside her. I pressed the button on the remote to start the camera and then looked into it as I said, "Welcome to Fondue For Two. My guest today is Rachel Berry and the topic today is 'why hasn't Rachel had sex yet?' Rachel?"
"W-wait, what," Rachel stammered, looking at me in horror, "You told me the topic of the day was Barbra Streisand."
"I lied," I shrugged, picking up a piece of broccoli with the fondue skewer and dipping it into the hot cheese, "Now stop avoiding the question."
"Brittany, I'm not going to talk about this on your internet show," Rachel answered, stiffly.
"Fine," I said, swallowing the piece of broccoli and stabbing a piece of cauliflower, "Please describe what you think the babies of a bunny and a frog would be."
She gave me a confused look and said, "You know that it is not possible to mate inter species, right?"
"I don't understand anything you just said," I answered and then held out the piece of cauliflower dipped in cheese towards her, "Hot cheese?"
Rachel tried to push it away from me, but I kept my hand steadily pointing the vegetable towards her, "I don't eat cheese, I am vegan."
"There's no meat is cheese," I assured her.
"You do know where cheese comes from, right," she asked, her brow furrowed as if she couldn't believe my stupidity.
I watched as the cheese dripped from the piece of cauliflower and landed on the inside of Rachel's thigh and pointed towards it with my free hand, "Are you going to eat that?"
"No," she shouted, looking disgusted at the cheese that was slowly dripping down her thigh.
I shrugged and then leaned down towards her thigh, sticking my tongue out so that she knew I was about to lick it off her and when I was nearly there, she let out a startled squeak and jumped up from the couch so fast it even made me jump.
"This interview is over," she said abruptly and turned on her heel, grabbing her school bag from my bed and running out of my room.
I looked back at the camera and sat up calmly, placing the fork down on the plate of veggies and said, "I would like to thank my guest today, Rachel Berry, and my viewers for watching. Tune in next week when my guests will be Cuddles the bunny and Gumby the frog."