Wearing The Color Red

Chapter 3: Perceive

Have you ever walked into an ice-cream parlour and been spoilt for choice at all the mouth watering options? Your eyes landing on the chilli and chocolate combination and being intrigued to give it a try only for it to taste like complete shit, That's how I feel about Finn Hudson. Every part of his body created a luscious sight yet as soon as he opens that ridiculously pouted mouth, all you want to do is chuck him in the bin.

His dark brown hair has a variation of lengths that blend well together, long at the top that gradually fades to a shorter length on the sides of his head. The hair style suites perfectly with his heart shaped face and strong jaw line. His eyes grab your attention the most, the combination of gold and green reminds me of autumn leaves that carpet the green earth.

While you observe Finn's beauty you can't help but be curious about the rest of his body as my sight falls onto his muscular, veined forearms, travelling upwards where his black tee fits snuggly around his immense sized biceps.

You can only wonder what hides beneath that black t-shirt, ripping it off his body while licking over every inch o-

Ew Rachel, Enough.

Shaking my head while swallowing the large lump that has formed in my throat I turn towards Santana who already has her eyes on me, displaying a stupid grin across her face.

"What?"
"Like what you see?"

My eyes advert back to Finn. "Who doesn't? The man is sex on a stick, you can't help but give him a good look over." Santana takes a sip of her coffee while nodding her head "True, and he knows it to, I mean look at him..."

She raises her hand gesturing at the scene in front of us. Finn wraps his arm around a petite blonde cheerleader while playing with the hem of her pleated skirt. She giggles as he continuous his teasing, while whispering into her ear.

I think I might barf on myself.

My face scrunches up in disgust as I turn my gaze back towards Santana "Have they never heard of keeping it PG?" I take a long sip of my coffee.

"Is somebody jealous?"

The sudden question makes me gag while the coffee descends down my throat, creating an unexpected amount of coughing to erupt from me. Santana pats my back to relieve the burning. When I finally catch my breathe I look towards Santana who's biting into her lower lip.

"Jealous of what? That ego-filled big head of his?" I shake my head "Sure he's good to look at but other then that he's just another stupid jock." Santana hums in agreement as we began to ascend the steps. I keep my eyes directed towards the entrance of the door as I take the steps two at a time to get there quicker.

"Hey, Rachel!"

My hand drops from the handle of the door as I let out a long sigh, I turn my attention towards the person that summons me, only for it to be Noah Puckerman, Finn's best friend, and one of the many candidates that have decided to participate in creating my life a living hell. I turn my body to face him and stare at him with a bored expression.

"What?" I spit the words at him like venom, I really don't want to be dealing with this asshole today.

A large mischievous smile spreads across his face as he leans against the brick walk, standing next to Finn and his tart.

"I just wanted to see if you'll be working at pink boots tonight? I would love to come along and get a dance."

My face becomes flushed as blood rushes to my skin in anger. Pink boots is a strip club on the outskirts of city that grabs the attention of all desperate men, young and old. If you have a wag of cash in your hand and the compulsive need for some female attention you are allowed to enter.

It also happens to be the building DR owns.

I try to distant myself away from the premises as mush as possible when it comes to working, but certain times when it comes to speaking to my boss about clients, he orders me to meet him at the club. I always arrange to speak to him on the weekends, early in the mornings so less people are around to see. I disguise myself every time I enter the building by wearing various different wigs and outfits to hide my true identity. I guess the change of appearances doesn't help as I hear rumours and speculations circling around the school about me working as a stripper, great. At least they don't know about my real job.

I don't have the smallest of clues who could of seen me coming and going, but my only option is to play dumb and deny everything, deny deny deny.

"Firstly I'm not a stripper asshole, and secondly I wouldn't touch you even if I had 3 meter pole, who knows what I might catch."

Santana chuckles behind me as she covers her mouth with her hand. I give her a quick smirk before turning my gaze back to Noah who stands there with a dumb grin. Pushing himself off the wall, he walks towards me and places his hand on my shoulder.

What. The. Actual. Fuck

"Rachel I get it, you don't come from a family of wealth like the rest of us-" Noah moves him arm around the lot to show his surroundings "so I fully understand that you need to get the money from somewhere to feed that crack addiction of yours."

My jaw drops to the floor as my eyes burn with angry tears. His wicked grin gets even larger. Firstly I'm a stripper and now I'm a crack addict, can't a girl catch a break?

As I'm about to grab his arm and snap it in half like a damn granola bar, a loud, booming voice shouts towards us.

"Noah leave it man! It's not worth getting into trouble over." My eyes follow the sound to find Finn leaning against the wall. The blonde has long been discarded, no where to be seen. I turn my gaze back to Finn to see that his maple syrup eyes are locked directly onto me. I try to contain the shivers that spread through my body like wild fire as we capture each other's hold.

"I guess you're right, little miss crackhead isn't worth the hassle."

That's it! My anger rises like a boiling kettle spitting hot water at every direction. My murderous gaze shoots towards Noah's direction as I pull my arm back and hurl the cup of coffee directly towards his chest.

As soon as the cup leaves my hand my lapse of judgment screams to stop, but it's to late. The cup connects against Noah's shirt, exploding across his chest and face. My mouth forms into the perfect o shape as I stand frozen in shock.

Gasps and shrieks echo in my ears as Noah's shocked expression clouds my vision, he opens his arms out wide and looks down at his body.

"You fucking bitch this Ralph Lauren!"

A mixture of anxiety and adrenaline rushes through my veins as I stare at Noah unable to speak, say something you idiot!

As I contemplate my next course of action, a loud howling of laughter bellows from behind Noah as I watch Finn hunched over, holding his stomach, crying with laughter. The corners of my lips turn up into a humorous smile at his reaction. Wow, I guess he enjoyed the show.

Noah's deep breathing and seething complexion catches my attention once again as he stares daggers at me, ready to erupt like a volcano and burn me to the bone until I became a pile of ash. Avoiding his fierce stare I clear my throat and shrug my shoulders "Sorry, it slipped." Great excuse Rachel, well fucking done.

"Slipped? Are you taking the p-"
"Miss Berry!"

My body stiffens at the sound of the thunderous scream behind me, my eyes connect to Santana, pleading for her help yet her expression is just as clueless and panicked as mine. As I slowly angle my body my vision turns towards Mr Figgins, our principal.

"In my office, now!"

Shit!