"Sup homo." Krofski pushed past me and my heart stopped.
"What did you just call me?" He turned around and gave me the middle finger.
"The faggots joined homo-explosion now she got eyes for gay Berry!" He laughed and turned back around. I stood there for about five minutes. How could he have known?!? I ran into a bathroom quickly to nurse my wounds and come up with a plan to get back my reputation. I walked in and began hearing weird noises in the stall next to me.
"... Oh... Oh yeah... Britt... Give it to me... Oh make me cum... Oh babe..." Brittany? Santana? Wow! I should've known! My place down under become mysteriously hot as I listen to the moans and groans coming out of the stall. I quietly crept out of the bathroom not wanting to hear anymore when I quickly came up with a plan. A mean, a cruel, evil plan that I would likely regret for the rest of my life. Basically the same as all my plans.
Later that day I ran into the perfect person to carry out that plan.
"Azimio!" I ran after the rather large brutish boy.
"What do you want Quinn Fabgay?" He asked looking down at his slushy threateningly. I cringed at the name, but smirked.
"I need a favor. There are two, um, dykes in glee that need to be taught a lesson. Slushy them, and tell them who told you to do it." I was uncomfortable with saying the word but the football player didn't catch on.
"So who are they? And when should I do it?" My smirk grew while a rather large amount of bile gathered in my throat.
"Whenever you want between today and tomorrow." I whispered the two names in his ear and he grinned.
"Seriously those two? Never would've thought a cheerio..." He laughed, and I stalked off still smirking until I finally got in my car. Then I let everything out. It was after school hours and all the practices were just beginning. I sat in my car and just sobbed, all my walls fell down, and the doors hidden by smirks and cockiness were all open wide. I heard a knock on the window.
I flipped my head to the side and saw a particular brunette.
"Let me in! C'mon it's freezing!" I unlocked the door and she climbed in. I couldn't help myself. "Why are you crying?" She asked but I couldn't look at her.
"What are you doing here? Schools over and there's no glee." I asked as I covered my eyes, trying desperately to hide the tears. I hated it when people saw me vulnerable. She thought for a moment.
"I like the choir room when it's empty. It's quiet and there are no ignoramuses getting in the way of my creative process. Why were you crying?" She clearly wouldn't let it go.
"Rachel, just leave me alone. I'm a terrible person." I didn't look her in the eye and she grabbed my hand. The touch sent electricity through my body and I felt warm instantly, almost calmer.
"You're not a terrible person. You can sometimes be a bit... Mean. But you're obviously afraid of not being mean. Quinn," I looked at her, and my walls were down, tears streaming down my eyes. "You are a pretty girl. Prettiest girl I've ever met." I scoffed and looked away but she squeezed me hand. "But you're a lot more than that." I turned slowly and looked at her and she gave me a Rachel Berry smile. Before I could talk myself out of it I pulled her into a warm, tight hug.
"You are lot more then everything people call you. You're getting out of this town Rachel Berry. Remember that." I pulled away and she smiled. Her hand reached over and wiped away a tear on my cheek.
"You will too. Somehow I can't see Quinn freaking Fabray stuck in a small town." I smiled and she smiled, my heart lept in my chest and she got out.
I drove all the way home before I noticed a small folded paper with a ten digits on it.
Call me.
123-456-7890
-Rachel ;)
I stared at it, and slowly my face broke out into a genuine grin. The first one in years, and my cheeks hurt but I couldn't stop smiling. But deep down I felt a pit in my stomach, what had I done to this wonderful person?!?
