5Rachel's Redemption
Prologue: Kurt's Replacement
Summary: The writers make Rachel out to be a real b*tch and people hate her, but I believe that under all that attitude, she's extremely insecure. She's simply waiting for someone to see past the front. This is how one girl does and makes the rest of the glee club see as well. Rachel/OC, Finchel, Mike/OC, Tartie, and minor Quick.
Note: This is canon-compliant up until Sectionals. It will stay in character, and I may steal some storylines from the show, but probably not. After that, it's my own little version of gLee and what I wish would happen. I know Rachel has very little fans, and I wish the writers would make her better and redeem the poor girl before she loses all of her fans. Also, I want Tina with Artie, Rachel with Finn, and Quinn with Puck. I'm sticking to the whole storyline that Puck will be wandering around like a lost soul, depressed about Quinn, but there will be some Quick action...and no, Rachel is not a lesbian in this story. The Rachel/OC is friendship.
Puck was horrified, to say the very least. He was used to being the aggressor, the asshole, the bully, whatever the hell you wanted to call it. He was not the victim. Yet here he was, trapped in a Port-O-Potty with no likely way out. He sent up silent prayers.
God please, get me out of here. I'll play with Stacey more, I'll be nicer to people, I'll stop sleeping around – mostly – and I'll apologize to Finn for having sex with Quinn, and I'll tell him I've been checking out his newest girlfriend, apologize for that, and promise never to touch those sexy legs of Rachel's, or run my hands up her
-focus Puckerman. Anyway, Lord Almighty, I'll right all my wrongs with Finn and I'll even apologize to Lady Lips for decking him when I found out about him and Quinn and I might even mean it! I'll definitively apologize to Artie for locking him in here so many times. Man, that boy is tougher than I thought he was if he managed to take this one once a month…
Please Lord, get me out of here. I'm begging you man, whatever you want me to do, I'll do it, but I can't stand the stench and the stuff dripping from the walls and-
"Is someone in there?" a voice monotoned in the direction of the Port-O-Potty.
"Hello?" Puck said weakly, his spirits rising rapidly. Please let it be a cheerleader, please let it be a cheerleader…
The door to the Port-O-Potty was wrenched open and in popped the head of a girl that…wasn't a cheerleader. She looked like an anti-cheerleader.
Her skin was darker, but not due to constant tanning. Instead, it was a natural tanned color with huge, chocolate eyes framed by delicate eyebrows and a mess of hair that had the potential to be beautiful had she ran a brush through it. Puck grimaced at all the eyeliner surrounding her eyes, giving her a raccoon like look, and the black eyeshadow surrounding her eyelids. She wore a spiked dog-collar, with piercings on her eyebrows, nose, lip, at least six on each ear, and one on her tongue. An emo girl all the way.
Puck wasn't going to lie – many of his fantasies had included Tina in full gothic attire. There was something about it that seriously turned him on – although lately, many of his fantasies centered on a certain blonde-haired, blue eyed, angelic like cheerleader, but he'd never admit that to anyone – but Tina wore her gothic look with a hint of sexual appeal. This girl just looked depressed and Puck was intimidated by her.
At that point however, it wouldn't matter if she was the ugliest woman in the world, she had saved Puck and if she wanted to do it right now, no matter how scary she looked, he would do it if she got him out of there.
"Are you an angel?" he asked hopefully. The girl rolled her eyes but held out her hand.
"Where do you want to go?" she deadpanned.
"Is Glee Club still in session?" he asked. She nodded. "Take me there." Silently, the girl led him to the choir room, letting him lean on her slightly. "What's your name?" Puck asked.
"Elaina Barak," the girl answered.
"Elaina…I think I love you," he mumbled. Again the girl rolled her eyes. "Anything you want, I'll give it to you."
"If I asked you to have sex with me?" she tested, her eyebrows rising.
"I'd love to," he said with his best smile. Elaina glared at him.
"You're not my type," she said with a sneer, and continued leading the ego-wounded football player to the choir room.
But…I'm everyone's type…Puck thought sadly.
"Puck?" Quinn asked as the pair walked into the room. "What happened to you?" she asked, her voice rising as she took in his disheveled appearance.
"The football team locked me in a Port-O-Potty and toppled it over…it was horrible," Puck shuddered. "Elaina found me," he told everyone. "Rachel, I think…I think she's the Messiah. I think us and our fellow Jews have been delivered from God," Puck said earnestly. Elaina planted Puck on a chair.
"I'm Irish Catholic idiot," Elaina said monotonously, looking down her nose at the Jewish boy. His face fell.
"Oh." His bottom lip jutted out in a pout that Quinn briefly smiled at before hiding it so Sam wouldn't notice. Elaina noticed it however, and tucked the tidbit away for future blackmail…er…use.
"Thank you so much Elaina," Mr. Shue said. "We were starting to get really worried. How can we repay you?"
"Don't mention it," Elaina said, her tone obviously saying that she really didn't want to be there.
"Elaina?" Puck asked.
"What do you want Puckerman?" she asked.
"Well…we're down a person for Sectionals and we'll have to forfeit if we don't get our last person…could you perform with us?" he asked, his voice hopeful. Elaina opened her mouth to say no, and remembered that if she didn't say yes, she would be stuck alone in the house with her grandmother. Not the senile and amusing one, but the evil one who was always telling her to clean the crap off of her face, and hinting that she had no friends.
"Why not? I have nothing better to do," she said, no emotion in her voice. The club let out a sigh of relief at her answer.
"You'll have to wear the old member's outfit because we don't have time to order a new one for you, but you seem his size…" Mr. Shue said, giving the girl a quick once-over.
Elaina nodded and looked around the room. She knew most of the kids, but not by name. There was the diva, one of three black students in the school and one of about fifteen colored people total, who had the name of a car…Toyota…Benz…Porsche…something like that. There was the bitch cheerleader with the fake boobs, the stupid blonde cheerleader that was in her Geometry class, the wheelchair kid that she rescued from the Port-O's on a regular basis up until the ending of last year, Artie, his name was, the freakishly tall football player Finn and his mini-me Sam, the pregnant cheerleader Quinn, Puck, the girl Puck had referred to as Rachel, the gothic Asian girl and…only because Elaina had years of practice at hiding her emotions did she hide her blush as her eyes landed on Mike Chang, football player and dancing extraordinaire, as well as the boy she had been harboring a secret crush on since elementary school.
All in all, the group was probably the most random group of people in the world and Elaina wondered how they all managed to get along without killing each other.
She groaned inwardly. She had a feeling that hanging with her evil grandmother would be better than going with this group to the disastrous event that could only come of their Sectionals.
And we're off. I have no idea how long this is going to be. I'll update every Friday/Saturday for chiz, and maybe more during the week and weekends depending on the homework load.