Will The Real Rachel Berry Please Stand Up?

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Quinn was unappreciative of Rachel's new badass status and distinctly unimpressed as Rachel explained what had led her to a second appointment in Figgin's office in less than a week.

"Sounds to me as if you were rude without provocation Rachel. You're going to need a good academic record to qualify for a top college. Mrs Harris doesn't deserve you smart mouthing her." Quinn stated looking at Rachel in concern. What was happening to Rachel, the A star student with the goody two shoes and swot reputation?

"Don't come running to me for sympathy when your broadway dreams are in tatters and your talent is only sufficient to gain you a job waiting tables," responded Rachel in her best impression of Mrs Harris, waving a finger to emphasise her point. Quinn stared at her in surprise before tensing up.

"She said that?"Quinn's voice rose in outrage,"That's unforgivable I'm going to put in a complaint."

Rachel grabbed her arm to stop her leaving the bathroom.

"Er no. She didn't say that. I was improvising, artistic license and all. I don't know what she said I wasn't listening. But I bet she wanted to say that," Rachel replied realising Quinn's annoyance was rapidly transferring from Mrs Harris back to her.

"I'm disappointed in you. A hard working member of the teaching staff who gives up her free time to enable students to achieve the grades they need, while being paid a pittance, does not deserve to be disrespected by an ingrate .." Quinn was on a roll.

Rachel threw her hands up in surrender,"Okay Mum" she cheeked," I'll throw myself at the feet of Mrs Harris and grovel for her mercy while repenting my evil ways. Would self-flagellation be appropriate?"

"An apology is all that's required Rach," smiled Quinn. Rachel relaxed, Quinn calling her Rach meant everything was back to normal.

They stood in silence for a bit.

"Being paid a pittance?"queried Rachel raising an eyebrow

"A bit over the top?" Asked Quinn. "I thought I needed to appeal to your love of drama. Self-flagellation?" she queried back.

Rachel grinned then stepped forward to press her lips against Quinn's and the resulting rush of sensations had both of them struggling to retain their trains of thought. Their kiss deepened until the sound of the door opening had them springing apart, faces flushed, lips swollen and both breathing heavily.

" Making out in the girls bathroom? You're such a romantic Q," drawled Santana smirking at the pair of them.

"Making out in the cleaners' cupboard hardly puts you in a good position to judge S," replied Quinn dragging her eyes away from her extremely hot looking girlfriend to stare at Santana.

"Karofsky's armed with a slushy and seems to be seeking one of you two out." Santana offered.

"Thanks for the heads up," responded Rachel," Well, better get this over with", she added brightly heading for the door. Santana looked between the pair of them bewildered.

"You're going to let him..," Santana's question was interrupted by the door closing behind Rachel. She turned to Quinn," You're going to let her let him..?" Quinn shrugged in response. Santana indicated her assumption that Rachel was mad with a twirling finger at her temple. Who knew what Rachel had in mind? They exited the bathroom rushing to catch up with the school's newest badass. She was already striding up the corridor seeking out the slushy-armed footballer.

"David. I believe you have something for me?" asked Rachel as she finally found the annoyed looking young man. He turned to face her with a sneer.

"ah. Berry, the lesbian loser with your.." he paused. Rachel was wearing figure hugging jeans and a tasteful top - which was so her colour he idly noted - so his insults on her clothing were redundant. He struggled to find a sufficiently insulting way to finish his sentence," loser ways" he spluttered. Rachel grinned as she mimicked him