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Chapter Seven- Satellite

Simple Parts

Chapter 7- Satellite

I should just get on with it and
say the things I meant to say
For so long
Bit my tongue till I tasted blood
I don't want to lose control
I'm on the edge of my seat
I can feel my heart skip a beat

QFRB

Alice looked around at the heavy crowd passing by them before replying. "It's complicated. I'll tell you about it in the car."

Carmen considered this for a moment, glancing between Alice and Rachel as she did so. She let her dark brown eyes linger over the younger form of her mother before glancing back at her sister.

"Hand over the keys."

"What? No way."

"You better, before I start a scene."

Alice glared at Carmen of a long moment, and the older girl just stared triumphantly back at her little sister, hip still cocked and arrogant attitude all the more tangible.

"I hate you," the cheerleader informed her even as she slapped the car keys into Carmen's extended hand.

"Join the club."

It was quite easy to say that Carmen was not very nice. In fact, she was kind of a bitch. Her attitude alone declared that loud in clear. It was confusing to Rachel, because she wasn't the same type of bitch that she was used to seeing in Quinn and Santana. The two cheerleaders were very much about image and control.

And controlling their image.

No, Carmen wasn't about that. She was a diva, her aura radiated it. The crowd parted like the Red Sea for her, mountains bowed down, but not out of fear. Out of awe.

She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it, and if she didn't get it, there would be hell to pay. Rachel knew this because she knew herself, and Carmen was a lot like her. Somehow though, she felt like Carmen was probably more extreme.

They stopped briefly by the luggage carousel for Carmen to pick up her small dufflebag and then headed straight to the car. Alice refused to sit in the front with her sister, so Rachel was given the pleasure of shotgun. The doors had barely closed before Carmen rounded on her.

"Who are you, Face Stealer?"

Rachel felt that complete and straightforward honesty would be her best bet. "My name is Rachel Berry, I'm from the past."

Carmen didn't agree. Her brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Shut up and tell the truth." Rachel didn't reply immediately. "Well?"

"How can I tell the truth and also remain silent?"

"Don't be a smart ass, Creepy Doppelganger."

"She really is from the past. Mom and Momma both said they remember it happening," Alice contributed petulantly from the back seat.

Carmen narrowed her eyes further, until they were just slits, and gave Rachel a thorough look over. "Prove it."

"Gladly. How would you like me to do so?"

At this Carmen set back with a furrow in her brow. "Give me a minute."

"You could just call Mom, ya know. She's off work today," Alice suggested when Carmen's minute turned in to three.

Carmen either ignored her or didn't hear her, but her next actions were to pull her cell phone out of her fancy designer purse. "I'll just call Mom. She'll tell me what's going on."

Alice rolled her eyes so hard that Rachel was a little worried they'd get stuck like that.

The conversation between mother and daughter was mostly one-sided, and that side was not Carmen's. The drama student was apparently a little meeker when confronted with the older woman. Even though they were interacting through the phone, Carmen's posture had shifted and cowed a little.