Ch4 Take Over Control- Afrojack

This chapter will reveal a little about Rachel's day to day life. Then will go back to the story in the next chapter.

Brown eyes gazed out into the dimly lit field, watching every single movement with close precision. The vague background chants of her fellow cheerleaders bellowed out into the early morning. Rachel walked around her girls, arms latched behind her back, eyes gleaming like a hawk. A cool morning breeze washed by, gently brushing through the brunette's hair. Girl after girl was raised into the air. Rachel paused as each of the four groups of girls held on to their top girl.

"Hold it!" Rachel commanded with a stern voice.

The four groups of girls held on. Rachel studied the groups carefully. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement. Immediately her eyes shifted over and zoomed in. One of the base girls was shaking intensely. Her arm was not locked in the right place which was causing the whole group not to balance well. She's not gonna make it….. A second later her entire group quickly tumbled to the ground. The brunette glanced down at her watch. Not even 5 seconds.

"Tracy, thanks to your inadequacies and failure to position yourself correctly you have just given yourself and your group members 10 laps. You have 15 minutes. Now go before you take any more time away from the rest of us." Rachel spouted out.

The group of girls quickly took off, leaving the remaining three groups. "The rest of you can fall now." Rachel stated.

The girls fell down and lined in formation. At that moment a loud shuffling sound came from behind the head cheerleader. A girl clad in her black and blue uniform came jogging from behind the field.

"S-Sorry I'm late. My alarm-" she huffed out. "I thought I had set it last night but-"

"Tiffany, I'm going to stop you right there. You know full and well when practice starts. It is now 6 am. You are 30 minutes late. So don't give me anymore bullshit. I don't have time for your excuses. You're late. That's final. As punishment you're not performing at this weekend's game."

Tiffany's green eyes fell to the ground as she nodded her head with understanding and a bit of shame.

"Join the rest of the girls on the track." Rachel finished.

The taller girl dropped her bags and took off towards the field. Rachel finally noticed that Coach Roz was watching her. The coach pointed a finger at her and motioned for her to come over. The head cheerleader walked over with a little apprehension.

"Coach Washington?" Rachel asked.

"What are you doing?" She asked with the lift of her brow.

Rachel bit her lip with confusion. Is this a trick question? "Running the girl's through their daily routine." she stated.

"Oh really…" the coach remarked. "To me, it looks like you and the ENTIRE team are running suicides."

"I don't understand." Rachel answered.

"I just saw one of your girls arrive to practice late. When one of you is late, you are ALL late. Tardiness is unacceptable. Now imagine if this were nationals. Get my point?" Coach Roz asked.

"Yes, I do." Rachel agreed.

"Rachel, I made you captain of this team. You are responsible for these girls. If one fails, YOU fail. Any actions these girls make reflects on your leadership skills. So get your girls in line or I will find someone who will."

The head cheerleader nodded her head and turned back to her girls. "Suicides till the end of practice. Let's move it!" Rachel called out.

The remaining groups of girls looked at the captain with confusion and then looked over at their new coach. They began whispering as the girls took off toward the track field with Rachel leading the way with an annoyed grimace on her face

Rachel leaned up against her locker, waiting for her boyfriend to get out of practice. Class was going to start in less than 10 minutes. Where the fuck is he? Mike Chang came strolling down the hall with that smug grin all the boys have here. His black letterman jacket stuck out even as a group of students passed by him. The tall boy's dark eyes landed on Rachel. The boy quickly headed over to the head cheerleader.

"Hey Rach, Finn told me to tell you that he's finishing up a project for his world civ class. So you probably should head to class."

Rachel rolls her eyes and glares at the boy. She knew exactly what he was doing. The brunette scoffed out loud before pushing herself off her locker. "So now he's got you doing his dirty work for him huh?" she spits out.

Mike smirks. "I don't know what you are talking about. I just told you why he won't be showing."

"He's out fucking her again isn't he?" she asked with a heated tone.

*Flash- Just down the hallway….*

Finn's large hands easily lift up the Latina and place her on the desk of the empty classroom. In no time his hands have snuck underneath her skirt and were pulling down her spanks. Santana quickly made work of his jeans. A moment later his huge body was pounding into her like a jackhammer. Loud moans echoed through the room along with slapping of skin.

"Finn!"

*End of Flash*

"Have a nice day Rachel!" Mike spouts off before taking off after a chick with legs.

A spike of heat roared up within Rachel. Her eyes were darkening with venom. So he wants to play games, well I've got one for him! The head cheerleader grabbed her phone from her Louis Vuitton purse and typed out a text. POOF! Done! With a satisfied smile the queen bee ran a hand through her hair nonchalantly. In just a few hours it will all be dealt with.

"I know what a bitch move! Did you hear she only got this job because she fucked Dean Richards?"

"Eww, gross! He's totally a pervert and fucking nasty."

"Right? I'll bet she's never even won a national championship."

Rachel tuned out from the conversation as she sat at her table, staring over at the lounge area. A few of the football players were huddled over by the plasma screen playing some football game on the play station 4. Finn wasn't there. Santana was missing from their table. The head cheerleader smiled internally about what was about to come. All she had to do was wait.

From the corner of her eye she spotted her best friend, Jesse Saint James…. Well, in private at least. You see the rules of popularity say that you must stick to your own kind. While Jesse wasn't very popular, he wasn't very well known. Thanks to his decent good looks that's what kept him from going straight to the bottom. Sometimes his personality might come off as weird but that's because he's smart. Like really smart. Not to mention he is the most talented guy she has ever met. In glee the boy can sing. And truthfully, she was a little jealous of that. Jesse smiled at her and waved a small hand. Rachel offered him a small smile before looking away. The truth was that he was the only friend she had in this place. He was a kind and generous person unlike herself and the people she hung out with.

Santana came in with a large smile on her face and took a seat in the chair across from Rachel. Brown eyes watched as the girl casually pulled out her lunch and joined in on the conversation as if nothing just happened. A second later the lunch doors opened. Finn Hudson, star quarterback, president of the student council, and her current boyfriend came strolling in as if he owned the entire school. And he did. But he forgot something though. So did she. Finn's clean cut hair was gelled back today while his black letterman jacket dangled from his wide broad shoulders. On his right ear was his lucky money stud that he wore for good luck. Not today though… Hudson's eyes landed on her. His face morphed from cocky douche bag to constipated 'I'm in love with you but I just fucked another girl' look. Rachel also smiled back which caused Finn's smile to drop. He knew that face. Shit was about to go down….

Suddenly the doors opened and a group of girls came bustling in, handing out a bunch of yellow and violet flyers. Within seconds a sea of yellow and violet was all over the place. Every student had one. Students began laughing, whispering…. Eyes looked over at their table. The girls around Rachel became quiet. They knew. Just then a girl came waltzing over to Rachel and handed her a yellow flyer.

The head cheerleader glanced down at the flyer and smirked. Her brown eyes looked up at Santana. "Geez, I certainly didn't know that was underneath that uniform." Rachel commented as she handed the Latina the flyer.

Santana's face fell and her eyes widened. There on the flyer was a picture of her, completely naked. Another flyer was placed in front of her. This time it was the violet one. The flyer had a picture of her and Finn in the closet; she was on her knees giving him a blow job. Out of nowhere a guy came skateboarding down the cafeteria and dumped a bowl of gravy mash potatoes on top of the Latina's hair. Another guy came and poured a bowl full of fish guts. Another guy splattered the girl with mud. Rachel sat back in her seat with a wicked smile as the fourth and final guy dumped a bucket of raw egg yolks on the taller girl. When the attacks were over Rachel stood on her feet. The Latina was completely soaked from head to toe and smelled disgusting.

"Santana Lopez, you're done for. Turn in your uniform tomorrow morning." Rachel stated with attitude as she left the table and headed straight for Finn.

Finn's face turned red as a slap hit him across the face. The head cheerleader grabbed a violet flyer from a nearby table and shoved it in his face. "Don't ever make me look like a fool ever again or next time it will be you."

Rachel made her leave as the crowd of students began cheering. The students loved and feared her. The cheerleader left the room with a wide beaming smile and a sway of her hips.

By the time school was over she was completely exhausted. All she wanted to do was sleep. As Rachel rounded a corner to the choir room a smile burrowed into her face. There was no way she was ever missing Glee club. It was her favorite thing to do afterschool. The cheerleader entered the room and sighed in relief. This was the only place she could really be herself.

"And that's why they call her the Queen Berry." A voice sounded at the door.

An unadulterated smile warmed Rachel's face as she saw Jesse at the door. His smile widened at the look on the other girl's face. The taller boy walked in and wrapped his arms around the tiny girl.

"You okay?" he asked with a serious tone.

Rachel nodded into him. "I'll be fine."

Jesse pulled back and looked at her. He gently pushed back a strand of hair that was covering her face. "You know she's just a slut right? Finn would never break up with you over her."

"Yeah, I know." Rachel replied. "I just…. I couldn't just… ugh, I don't know! The girls were starting to notice and they kept whispering. If I didn't do anything then they would've questioned me as a leader you know?"

"I totally get it." The boy nodded. "I think…" he replied with a confused voice. "Kinda like mean girls. The whole girl world, eye scratching, hair pulling stuff right?"

The smaller girl emitted a chuckle, her cheeks burning bright red. "Exactly."

Jesse smiled back. This girl was amazing. She was smart, beautiful, and most importantly had a great heart. The only problem was, was that she hid it all behind the mask and popularity. It was a real shame to witness. But he was glad that she was in his life. Their friendship was unlike any he had ever experienced. They just worked despite how different they were, or rather how similar they were. Rachel was just as smart as him, and to be honest talented too. Despite the fact that she rarely ever sang, he's heard her a few times and she was completely mind blowing. It was too bad she didn't believe it herself.

"So where is everyone at?" Rachel asked as she looked around the room and then down at her phone. Glee should have already started…

"Oh, didn't you hear? Ms. Holiday had to cancel because she's heading out of town for the weekend." Jesse replied.

A frown etched its way onto Rachel's face. Jesse took notice and bit his lip. Why can't she see this? How can you not notice things like this? You can't tell me that she doesn't care about this. I can see it in her eyes. A second later the cheerleader waved off the comment.

"I guess I'll head home and get to my studies. Harvard isn't going to be waiting for me you know!" Rachel throws out.

Just then an idea popped into the boy's head. "How about we do our own glee club for today." He asked with a bright smile.

"What?" Rachel laughs and shakes her head.

"Come on! Let's sing! We can each do a song." He replied cheerily as he headed for the front row of seats. "You can go first!"

Rachel looked flabbergasted. "But, what do I sing?"

Jesse looked at her pointedly. "A song… duh?"

The cheerleader looked down at her feet in embarrassment. "I know a song, but like what song? Ms. Holiday usually chooses my songs."

"Uhh exactly. SHE chooses your songs. I've never actually heard you sing a song that you wanted to do." He replied back.

"That's because I feel as though my talents would be better off with what the teacher wants me to do." The girl defended.

"Rachel, singing isn't about who tells what to sing. It also isn't about hiding the talents that you've got. It just doesn't work like that. Music is about you, how it makes you feel, what you want, what you need, it expresses pieces of yourself. Having someone else choose songs for you is like having somebody tell you what you're feeling."

Rachel scoffs. "Well that's easy for you to say Mr. Broadway star… Not everybody is like you."

Jesse stands and shuffles Rachel to take a seat. "That's not my point Rachel. So I'm doing this for you." The boy heads to the front of the room and removes the hair from his face. He clears his throat and imagines the music flowing through him. The music starts off slow…..

You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between what I thought
And what I said

You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
When it's over you'll start
You're my head
You're my heart

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

And I'd do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
No light
Tell me what you want me to say

His eyes land on her. Immediately she can feel it running through his words. She quickly closes her eyes. But his voice and the lyrics are so penetrating that it's hard not to listen.

Through the crowd, I was crying out
And in your place there were a thousand other faces
I was disappearing in plain sight
Heaven help me, I need to make it right

You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But, it's a conversation,
I just can't have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day,
You can't choose what stays and what fades away

The taller boy continued on until he finished the song, a small bit of sweat formed on his brow. Rachel opened her eyes. Her heart was pounding wildly. His performance was inspiring and it had stirred something within. She felt it. She could feel him and the emotions he was singing. She felt empowered. And it scared her. She needed to leave. Without another word she stood up and collected her things.

"Rachel…" Jesse spoke out.

"Jesse, I can't do what you want me to do." She replied back bitterly.

"It's not what I want you to do Rach. It's what you want. You want this. You want it just as much as I do. Don't walk away from this because you'd be making a mistake. Singing is your passion. You don't need to hide FROM IT!" He called out just as she slammed the door shut.

Brown eyes stared at the screen in front of her. She had been that way for almost an hour. Her mind was still reeling from her conversation with Jesse. She didn't know what to think. All she knew was that he had scared her. With the truth? She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Singing was just a hobby. That's all it was.

But then why did it scare her so much?

Because I want it just as bad as him…. Immediately the girl opened her eyes and rolled away from her lap top. She reached out for her iPod and plugged her headphones in. She fell back against her bed, eyes gazing up at the ceiling. Rachel's heart started beating faster once the music started. Her eyes closed. Celine Dion's beautiful voice came on. And this time…. Rachel joined her.

I can read your mind and I know your story
I see what you're going through
It's an uphill climb, and I'm feeling sorry
But I know it will come to you

Don't surrender 'cause you can win
In this thing called love

When you want it the most there's no easy way out
When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt
Don't give up on your faith
Love comes to those who believe it
And that's the way it is

When you question me for a simple answer
I don't know what to say, no
But it's plain to see, if you stick together
You're gonna find a way, yeah

So don't surrender 'cause you can win
In this thing called love

When you want it the most there's no easy way out
When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt
Don't give up on your faith
Love comes to those who believe it
And that's the way it is

When the song finally ends there is an undeniable smile on her face. She opens her eyes and easily spots her father at the doorway. His eyes are wide with surprise. There's this look on his face that has a mixture of emotions ranging from pride, shock, guilt, and shame. Rachel pulls her headphones from her ears and swallows.

"You finish your work yet?" he asks with a hoarse voice.

"I'm almost done." The girl responds.

Her father nods his head and bites his lower lip. "You should get to it then. Harvard isn't going to wait on you."

Rachel sits up from bed and eyes her father. "But what if I don't want to go to Harvard or Stanford? What if-" she pauses. "What if I want to be a singer?"

Hiram Berry closed his eyes and shook his head. Please don't make me do this again Rach. Please just let this one go! "That's not the plan Rachel. Singing and acting …. that's not a career. And truthfully the majority of those kind of people never make it. They end up homeless, or working at a fast food joint. Is that the kind of life that you want?"

The cheerleader looks away as if she had gotten hit with a slushy bomb. "What if I actually made it?" she asked with a quiet tone.

The older Berry feels his heart clench a little before swallowing the bile rising from the back of his throat. "You were made to be a doctor Rach. You're mother graduated from Yale. I graduated from Harvard. Singing isn't going to get you anywhere in life sweetheart. You're just going to get hurt. It takes someone who is REALLY talented and quite frankly-" he stops. The bile is about to come up. "You're not that talented when it comes to singing." He lies.

Rachel nods, feeling the tears falls. Hiram watches and quickly looks away. "Your mother will be home at 7. Dinner will be ready at 8." Wordlessly he leaves. And once again Rachel feels like everlasting shit. The girl looks down at her iPod and tosses it off the bed. Time to get started with something real…

"But- you can't be serious? The whole thing?" Brittany asked with shock.

Puck nodded his head. "The whole thing." He winked.

Beside Rachel Quinn busted out laughing almost knocking her beer over. Blaine groaned in disgust. The whole group was sitting at a table drinking beer as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Rachel silently took in all of this with a bit of amazement. These people were actually really fun to talk with. They were real. They had nothing to hide and she admired them. She wished she could have more friends like them. The cheerleader took another swig from her bottle. Quinn's arm brushed against hers. Her face burned at the touch.

"Did you want another?" Quinn asked in a low voice, grabbing her attention in almost an instant.

Rachel looked over at her. Hazel was staring back at her with kindness. She licked her lips and nodded without another word. In all honesty she probably shouldn't be having anymore because if she were to stand right now she's pretty sure someone would have to carry her. Quinn breaks out into a charming smile before standing and heading over to the bar.

"Hey guys, I don't mean to alarm ya, BUT were gonna be late for the gig." Blaine points to his watch.

Puck's eyes widen and grabs his phone from his pocket. "Shit! SHIT! Q!" Immediately everyone stands and starts grabbing their stuff. Rachel stays rooted to her spot questioningly.

"What's going on?" Rachel asks.

Quinn comes back confused as ever. "Were late." Is all Puck says. The blonde freezes.

"Shit!' she mutters. "Let's go!"

"I got your jacket Q" Blaine calls out.

Quinn grabs Rachel's arm and pulls her up from the seat. "What the fuck is going on?" Rachel asks once more.

The blonde smiles. "You'll see."

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