Ch 7 Fight For Your Right- Beastie Boys

Low huffing grunts echoed through the room as his lips went from her jaw down to her neck. Rachel closes her eyes. Just breathe… Don't think about it…. We've done this before. (But it wasn't that good.) It's never any good. The brunette places her hands on Finn's shirtless back. WOW! That is really wet! Ewww…. Gross! Need to shower ASAP. Finn shifts his position on the bed to where his jean clad bulge is poking her in the thigh. The brunette breathes out heavily as a huge hand scrapes up her long smooth stomach, heading north. A large bear claw latches onto her left breast over her bra. The boy squeezes like it's a hardboiled egg. Rachel winces at the sensation. These aren't duffle bags you know!

How much time till lunch is over? Brown eyes look over to her clock on the bedside table. We still have 45 minutes!? Something warms starts to trickle down her neck. What is that? Rachel furrows her brows. Is that- To confirm her suspicions another gush of wetness dribbled down her neck as soon as Finn's tongue did another circle. Is that gonna stain the pillow? As in my FAVORITE PILLOW?! Her eyes widen. G&^ NO! Enough is enough. The girl shakes her head and practically throws him off her. Finn falls to the floor with a heavy thud.

"Okay we're done here." Rachel states with finality.

"W-w-what? Are you serious?" he exclaimed.

Rachel throws him an 'Are YOU serious' look. He replies back with 'I'm completely clueless'. The girl rolls her eyes and hops off the bed. Finn stands completely shirtless, the large bulge of his jeans coming into view.

"Ahhh come on! What the fuck Rachel?! We were on a roll!"

Rachel let out a dark chuckle. "You mean you were on a roll."

Finn puffed his chest out and threw his arms in the air with outrage. "We haven't had sex in almost 3 months!"

"Yeah, for good reason!" The head cheerleader bites back as she grabs her shirt and throws it back on.

"And what did you expect me to do Rachel? Huh? I'm a man. I have needs that NEED to be taken care of!" he spits back.

"Right, because that's what a "REAL" man would do." Rachel throws out.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

Rachel rounds on him and thrusts a finger into his bare chest. "A real man would never CHEAT on his girlfriend. You know what he would do? IS WAIT! HE would WAIT because he LOVES HER!"

"WAIT? Are you fucking serious? We've had sex several times. This isn't a first time rendezvous Rachel. We don't have to wait. So what's the real reason why you don't want to have sex with me? Huh? Clearly I'm not getting the fucking memo. So tell me! Why doesn't MY girlfriend want to have sex with me?"

"I'm not even dignifying that with an answer! Just because I don't want to have sex with you doesn't give you the fucking right to fuck someone else!"

Finn growls out loud, slamming a hand into the side of Rachel's bed. "You can't keep putting all the blame on me! This is partially your fault too!"

"Excuse me? Am I the one that told you to put your dick inside of her?" Rachel hisses back.

The taller boy draws back; an exhausted look crosses his face. His large hands rub at his cheeks roughly, brown eyes landing on the smaller girl. Finn crosses the bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "The way I see it…. Is that you haven't touched me in months. MONTHS RACHEL! Sometimes you don't even come near me. That-That's not normal! And when I finally do manage to get you to look at me, you don't even see me anymore. I'm just this guy who looks good on your arm. But that's NOT what I am! I'm your fucking boyfriend."

"THEN START ACTING LIKE IT!" Rachel yells out

"HOW DO I DO THAT WHEN YOU WON'T EVEN FUCK ME?" He fights back.

Rachel mutters under her breath. "You really want to know the truth?"

Finn nods his head with certainty.

The cheerleader releases a long sigh before looking intently at her boyfriend. "Fine, you want the truth, here it is. You're right. A man has needs. BUT GUESS WHAT? SO. DO. WOMEN. And for me, you aren't cutting it. It's a little pathetic how it only takes you two pumps and then you're done. Meanwhile I'm just lying there, staring up at the ceiling like what? It's over, already? I'm sorry Finn but it doesn't work that way for me. I WANT to be turned on! I want to be-" she stops, feeling a bit out of breath.

"What?" he asks, hanging on to every word.

"I want to be fucked Finn. Really, and thoroughly fucked till I can't even remember my own G#* DAMN NAME!"

Finn's eyes widen with shock. His cheeks are tinting with red from embarrassment. Rachel shrugs her shoulders and eyes him with this look. "Can you give that to me Finn? Can you honestly say that you can fuck me till there is no tomorrow?"

The boy looks down at the ground, a little unsure of himself. He wipes his hands up and down the length of his jeans. His thoughts were running a mile per minute. Finn licks his lips and glances back up to his girlfriend. "I've gotten better at it. You might be a little surprised if you would just give me a chance. I know I'm not- that talented. But I've been picking things up."

Rachel runs a hand through her hair. "That's not the answer I'm looking for."

"We can try!"

"That's just the thing Finn! I-I don't feel like- I just don't feel it." Rachel threw out.

"So what are we going to do then?" he asks.

"That depends. Are you going to stop cheating on me?"

"If I stopped cheating on you, would you start sleeping with me?"

Rachel stares at the boy from across the room. His eyes were trained on her, watching her every movement. He clearly had no intention of answering first, and neither did she. It quickly dawned on her that this was going nowhere. Circular reasoning…. The cheerleader drew her heavy gaze away from her boyfriend. Her eyes landed on her computer. A picture of Finn and herself flashed across the screen. They were huddled together underneath a palm tree that day. They had decided to skip school and go to the beach. It had been a pleasant day full of fun and laughter. What the hell has happened to us since then? Rachel pulls her gaze away from the screen shot and clears the back of her throat. "There's no guarantee of that. But your chances would be better than nothing."

Finn shakes his head and looks down at the ground as if he were really disappointed. Rachel watches him and crosses her hands across her chest. Her face quickly shifted into her cold bitch facade. The walls around her started piling up the longer he stayed quiet. The room started withering at the fire Rachel was throwing at the stupid boy.

"Has this always just been about the sex?" she couldn't help but ask.

His brown eyes shift over to her. She swallows. He rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in the air. "How can you even ask that?"

"Just tell me the truth Finn." Rachel states with a firm tone.

The taller boy stands to his feet. Without saying another word he reaches down and fetches his shirt. Within a second he throws the shirt on. The next, he is reaching for his keys by the bedside table and storms out of her room before slamming her door roughly. Rachel winces at the sound and heaves out a breath of relief.

She had gotten her answer.

Santana Lopez stood in the hallway, her back against Rachel Berry's locker. A big scowl was etched across her face as students passed her. By the looks she was receiving it was obvious that people were talking about her and the humiliation she went through. She was the laughing stock of the school. Ever since that day in the cafeteria she had been shunned from the entire school. No one would talk to her or even sit with her. She quickly and easily fell from the top like a disgraced angel. The life she had known was gone. And it sucked. Big time! But as much as she hated Rachel Berry for causing this type of pain, she also knew that she was the only one that could get her back to the top. She needed to plead her case out.

Rachel entered the school. The wave of students parted like the girl had an invisible force field around her. She smiled politely as one of the football players handed her a free cup of coffee. The queen bee rounded the corner and spotted the tall Latina by her locker. The brunette smirked. She knew it was only a matter of time before the sleazy skank would come crawling back to her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rachel asks in a sweet bitchy tone.

Santana quickly backs up from Rachel's locker and looks around the hallway nervously. A few students were looking her way with curiosity. She ignored them and cleared the back of her throat, lowering her voice so no one could hear. "Look, I know that what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry for that but you've got to realize that I need this. I need to get back on the team. I'm sorry. I made a mistake. It won't ever happen again."

Rachel starts to laugh as she gets her locker open. She tosses a pitiful look over at the taller girl. Then she looks at the mirror in her locker and starts to touch up her makeup. "Right, but uhhh…. Who are you? I've never seen you before in my entire life."

The Latina growls angrily and slams her fist into the side of Rachel's locker. It doesn't faze the other girl. Rachel's small hand runs through her loose brown locks.

"Cut the shit. You and I both know what I'm talking about!" Santana quietly hisses.

The cheerleader finishes the last touches to her face and hair and grabs the books she needs for her morning classes. "You know, there is counseling available to those in need. And it clearly looks like you're in need. I mean people of your type tend to have A LOT of problems. Judging by the way your big gruffy paws slammed into that locker I think you should really talk to someone. It's not healthy for the locker or whoever's locker that is. Think about it! No one wants a whore with anger management issues."

Santana grabbed the books from Rachel's arms and threw them across the hall. Then she slammed the other girl's locker shut and pushed her up against the locker. "I'm going to fucking take you DOWN!"

Rachel lets out a dark chuckle, her dark brown eyes glaring back at the taller girl with amusement. Rachel licks her lower lip before leaning into the other girl. Immediately the amusement from her face falls as her face comes within inches of Santana. Her voice drops into a frightfully quiet cold voice. "You and what army? Because as of right now… Let's see, I've got MY girls, the football team, Lacrosse team, swim team, and well pretty much the athletics. The nerds obviously have my back…. Student Council…. And fuck, now that I think about it….. I have the entire school in my back pocket. Which is interesting because, I'm just trying to figure out what it is that you have?"

The Latina balls her fists next to Rachel's head. Her pulse was racing with vengeance. "Your boyfriend comes to me because you're a fucking prude. And you know what? He likes it. He likes every single thing that I do to him. Hell, I'll even bet that we've done more things that you will ever do in your lifetime. You're pretty pathetic if you can't even spread your legs for the guy you love. At least I was giving him the attention that he wanted since you obviously couldn't do it. What do you think about that Nancy Prude?"

"I wouldn't be as proud as you are right now. The only reason he comes around you, is because he knows it's a sure thing. Just like all these other guys in school know. All of them or if not half of them have already experienced the Santana Express. You're legs spread faster than peanut butter." Rachel chimed.

"At least I know what men WANT" Santana yells out.

"Right, but who's the one in a relationship? Face it, no one wants to be with a girl who wreaks of prostitution. If I were you, I'd get checked!"

Santana pulls back with a dark chuckle before swirling her finger around in the air. "Oh, please. If I wanted to, I could have your boyfriend wrapped around my little finger."

Rachel let out a loud snort and rolled her eyes. "By all means, go for it! But the reality Santana is that he is not going to leave me for you. I'm the Queen. You're the trash."

Without another word Rachel uses the full force of her weight and pushes the other girl off of her. The taller Latina stumbles toward the middle of the hall. "You fucking bitch. I could kick your ASS and shove you down so far below the ground that people in china won't be able to find you."

Rachel chuckles once more before smearing her bitch mask on. "Santana. You really need to get to class more often. Your logic makes no sense. You see I'm thinking all the sex you've had has messed with your brain, because if it has then I would completely understand. You're just clinically insane right?"

Santana was about to lunge for the shorter girl until a big beefy jock came up from behind and held her back. While the taller girl was struggling against the jock a small red headed girl strutted over and handed Rachel her books. A long trail of saliva spewed from Santana's lips. "You are so lucky that I can't touch you. Daddy and Mommy would sue my ass."

Rachel licked her lips and tossed a wink at the guy holding back Santana. "Yes you're right, they would! And it would be for all that you're worth. Which quite frankly." She pauses, waiting for the dramatic effect. "Wouldn't be much anyway."

The bell rang.

Rachel and her groupies gathered together. Without even a final glance they all strutted down the hallway, leaving an angry, writhing Latina in the mist.

She wasn't letting up. Not this time. And it was making her angry. Rachel stormed out of the living room, knocking over the nearest vase in the process. The sound ricocheted off the walls like the piercing sound of a fired gun. Brown eyes quickly darted around the house trying to find her father but he seemed to have disappeared as usual. Yells sounded from the living room followed by light heavy footsteps. She was following her. Rachel shook her head and quickly marched upstairs to her room.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" a voice shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU RACHEL BERRY! GET YOUR ASS BACK DOWN HERE NOW! I SWEAR, SO HELP ME G#$ IF I HAVE TO GET UP THOSE STAIRS…"

Rachel ignored the threat and threw open her door before quickly slamming it shut. She quickly locked it and began pacing around the room. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably; tears were running down her face. Why the fuck is this happening to me? Suddenly her door started rattling.

"RACHEL BERRY OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR OR I WILL KNOCK IT DOWN!"

The pounding on her door increased until the walls around it started shaking. Rachel stood off to the farthest corner of her room. She crossed her arms and watched as the door blew open. In a flash her mother came into the room. The older Berry woman rushed over to Rachel's desk. She threw open a drawer and started searching through it. Rachel's eyes widen with fear and she quickly rushes to her mother.

"No- NO P-Please don't!" Rachel begs.

Her mother stills. Everything goes silent. Rachel's breathing is nonexistent as her mother pulls out two pieces of paper. Both of them were applications to schools in New York. But they weren't Ivy League schools. One of them was for Juilliard, the other, NYADA.

"Mom- please I can explain!" Rachel proclaims.

Rachel's mother shakes her head and crumbles the pieces of paper into a ball. Rachel tries to make an attempt to grab them but her mother blocks her.

"MOM STOP IT! GIVE THEM BACK!"

Shelby walks out of the room with the ball of papers. Rachel quickly follows her down the stairs. In no time the older woman has grabbed a lighter and set the wad of paper on fire. Carelessly she tossed the ball of fire into the kitchen sink.

"I did NOT get to where I am by enlisting in silly little dreams Rachel. You're life is Yale. Then you're going to become a very successful surgeon. And then, you will find a nice man who will take care of you and give you everything you want. And that will be your life, just like your father and I planned. We do not deviate away from that. Do you understand? Because I'm tired of having this conversation!"

Tears streamed down Rachel's face as she watched the ball of fire begin to die down into a crumble of ash. Shelby stalked away without so much as another look at daughter. Rachel angrily wiped at her tears and quickly ran upstairs. She went straight to her closet and grabbed her coat. Once it was thrown on she rushed to her window and threw it open. A small breeze whirled in as she threw a leg out and arched out. Her feet landed on the roofing by the window. After she climbed down the tree and landed on the ground she made her way down the sidewalk. She didn't care where she was going. She just needed a night out. And tonight, she didn't give a fuck.

The tears come flooding like there is no tomorrow. It's useless to try and stop them. She knows this. Large wet tears fall from her flawless face as she quickly walks down the street in the dead of night. Her heels click hard into the pavement, her hands balled into fists. Anger was coiling through her veins. She really wanted to scream and kick something. G*& DAMNIT SHE SHOULD!

Mom you're just jealous it's the BEASTIE BOYS! Bahahaa…. Ya, sorry I cock blocked ya guys. I was getting in my last chapter about Rachel's life and I figured…. This is a great time to put it in! I know, you hate me, suck it up! Anyways back to the timeline in the next one. Review for me! Thanks! Much love