She's the Man: A Faberry AU

part three

You may be wondering why on Earth would someone permanently wake themselves up at five in the morning but let me tell you one ( very ) important thing... love makes you do the craziest things.

Of course I'm up nice and early to prepare myself for the day, having already spammed Blaine until he finally woke up and sent me a reply. It took a bit of convincing but in the end I managed to drag his ass over to my place so he could help me. I told him my plan, and let's just say he still thinks this is going to end terribly, which is most likely true.

But as I said, love makes you do things, even if you may or may not regret them afterwards.

"Rachel, can I ask a question?"
Blaine asked as he was starting to gather up the females hair into his hands, sitting behind her on the bed while she sat on the floor in front so that it made doing this a lot easier.

"Sure, go ahead" she chirped, a hand picking up the brush to pass it up to him. Her hair was always a mess in the mornings, as it is for practically everyone.  "Okay so—" he begun to brush out the knots in her hair.

"Your idea is to one, dress like a boy-" a nod.
"And then two, have Kurt get you a place on the football team-" another nod before she turned slightly to look over her shoulder. "Oh, he already has actually. He texted me last night saying that Coach Beiste needed more players so it was pretty much an immediate yes"

"Wow—"

"I know" she laughed, sitting back to her original spot so that he could continue to now put her hair up into a smallish bun. "But how do you expect anyone to ( not ) recognise you? I want to support you, don't get me wrong but it seems like a waste of time"

Back with the questions.. "Truthfully, Blaine, I don't see anything to do with love as a waste of time at all. I'm willing to go to any extent just to be with my one. True. Love" she placed a kiss to her headband before she passed it up to him.

"Spoken like a true psychopath, Rach" he chuckled out, pulling her hair into the headband so it stayed where it was. "Psychopaths are always hot though so I suppose I can consider that a compliment"

It was sort of true..
Andrew Cunanan, Ted Bundy, and so on. Many people during those years considered those chaotic men were hot and even thought they were hot enough to dismiss the psycho within. But nah, Rachel was just simply in love and she'd never dare hurt anybody.

"Another question-" he started, picking up the wig that Rachel had gone and bought herself the day before. She motioned him to continue, helping him put it onto her head, good thing it fitted perfectly. "Why did you just.. I dunno, try out for the Cheerios instead?"

He asked with a pause of his movements, and he could tell by her change of expression through the mirror that the thought never crossed her mind. "Why didn't I think of that? That would have been so much easier" she huffed to herself and her stupidity.

Blaine released a chuckle as he made sure the wig was on properly before he moved away and raised his hands in the air. "Mission complete. Now we just have to hide your boulders" he teased as he hopped off of her bed and hurried to the closet.

"Hey!" She called out in a laugh, holding her breasts in offence to his insult. "How dare you bully my babies-"

"Oh I am ever so sorry ma'am but do you want people asking you why you, a boy, have breasts? Even if there isn't much there to notice.."

She gasped, grabbing onto a pillow and throwing it over at him. "Rude!" She cackled and now got up to follow him over to help him look for something to use.

——————————— AN HOUR LATER ;

Santana Lopez, McKinley Highs favourite bad bitch that has been known as the only woman in school guaranteed to have fucked ( every ) single man this school has to offer. Apart from the openly gay people of course, they were safe from the terror her hands hold.

But little did they know that she isn't at all what she seems to be. The truth is, she is exactly like thousands of people in the world but she is too afraid to admit it, so she hides it by fucking and fooling around with any man she could get her filthy hands on.

"Oh there it is, I thought I smelt failure"
The hispanic chirps up as she enters the room, eyes falling upon a certain brunette that was working on her laces. She flashes a devilish grin before she's found working her way over towards her locker, followed by newcomer Brittany Pierce that seemed to have become her puppy, aka the one that never seems to leave her side.

Secretly, she loved the attention and there was in fact a reason was she kept the blonde so far up that ass of hers. "Oh and Cassidy—"
She spun round on her heel, hair flipping to the side as her darkened hues fixed upon the female before her, that grin never once leaving her features. "Just thought I should tell you myself before the truth comes and bites you so hard on the ass that it makes you weep out a river to drown us.. Sue thinks you're shit and she said you better up your game and work a hundred times harder or you could be saying bye-bye to that high ponytail of yours. Have a nice day sweet-pea"

She even blew her one of her kisses before she turned to pull open her locker, Brittany quiet at her side as she simply admired her. The sound of feet hammering along the floor had her releasing a chuckle. "I hope she works up such a sweat she passes out and gets herself kicked off the squad."

"But wouldn't that be bad considering we already have such little numbers?" The blonde countered in with a tilt of her head, earning a slight glare from the other. "Are you down talking me, pup?"

She loved the slight look of panic that entered the blondes eyes whenever she said things like that, but she didn't mean them. She just found Brittany adorable when she got all nervous and scared. "No no— I just.."

"Just what?—"
The power this woman holds in every word she speaks. She is enough to scare even the queen of McKinley herself. "I just.. nothing. I'm sorry for down talking you, it wont happen again"

She promised, holding up her pinkie.
"Good-" Santana gave her a nod, lifting up her own pinkie to lock with hers, tightening that bond between them. "Go set up for practice? I'll be there in a few.." she leaned forward, firstly taking a glance around them before she now pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Go on" she whispered, gently pushing a hand against the females chest to make her walk, watching as she headed out before smiling and turning round and almost shitting herself when she came face to face with Miss Quinn Fabray.

"Didn't take you for the girl kissing type" she mocked with a faint chuckle as she slipped passed her to get to her own locker. Santana paused for a moment before rolling her shoulders up into a shrug.

"Didn't take you for the sneaking up on girls ( kissing ) girls type" she counteracted, turning to face her own locker to pull out her jacket, slipping it on as she glanced up to the blonde. "What are you doing here? Thought Sue wanted to go over a few things with you"

Clearly annoyed she had been caught giving Brittany a tiny peck, which was actually innocent considering it was on the ( cheek ). Quinn couldn't help but to release a chuckle of her own, not caring because she herself was in the closet with her. "I came in early to talk them over. I didn't want to be late for todays tryouts."

"Right-" she nodded,
"Because ( who ) wants to miss some pathetic loser absolutely ( humiliating ) themselves in front of not only us sex machines, but the sweaty bastards known as the jocks"

Quinn paused, flashing her a tiny grin before pulling out her own jacket and closing her locker. "You're so bitchy today, did something happen yesterday when I left your house and left you on your own with Miss Pierce?"

She folded her arms, admiring the narrowed eyes that she earned herself, and the sudden approach. She was now standing so close she could ( feel ) the heat of anger radiating from the female before her. "Don't you.. ( ever ) stick your nose into my relationship again. You do that, and not only will my secret slip out, but so will yours."

She snatched up her bag, backing away with the same chaotic look within her hues. "Think bout it, Lucy. Would be a total shame if your boyfriend finds out that you're nothing but a woman fingering ( slut )"

And she was gone through the doors, leaving Quinn in a state of surprise and .. fear.
Fear was definitely what she felt right now.