5Rachel's Redemption
Chapter 2: Messed Up Musical Freaks
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.
obsessivepottercullendisorder - I may just feature Matt. I was thinking on it...
Tayler - Check back on that quick couple in about chapter five *hint hint*
TawnyC - I will seriously think on it. That girl needs a good ass kicking.
If you think that the T rating is too low due to the swearing and should be M, just let me know. Whether you think it is fortunate or unfortunate, there will be no graphic sex scenes, just hinted at sexual encounters, major snogging, innuendo, and swearing. Is that enough for M? I'm not sure...
"Elaina please? I am begging you!" Artie pleaded.
"I'm not sitting in Santa's lap so you can get some from your girlfriend," Elaina said woodenly.
"This has got nothing to do with sex," Artie groaned. "Think about your first Christmas Elaina! Think about the wonder of Christmas when you were a child! Why would you want to take that away from someone?"
"I'd do it if it was for a child, but not for a sixteen year old girl."
"If you do this for me I will buy you that new Super Mario Brothers Game for the Nintendo DS," Artie bargained. Elaina turned slowly toward the boy.
"You promise?" she asked, for once showing her emotion, the want obvious in her voice.
"I promise," Artie said, nodding his head. He held out his hand. Elaina looked at it for a second and then shook. Everyone got in line. Elaina leaned closely to Santa, trying to hear what everyone was saying. Normally, she wouldn't care, but these kids had all been together for a year and she wanted to get into the swing of things.
"I want to get a solo since they obviously haven't appreciate me…and I want Finn back…why am I asking you? I'm Jewish…"
"I want a football scholarship and I really want people to stop giving Kurt a hard time, I mean, I really miss the guy, even though when I woke up every morning he always tried to force some type of acne cream on me saying that if I only used a little bit it would really help or whatever…"
"Bling. I want Bling. There's really no other way to describe it."
"I want a pony and dolly that will laugh and cry and…what the hell am I saying?"
"I want dancing shoes and I'd really appreciate if you got Puck to stop talking about how Super Mario Brothers saved the world. Get him a girlfriend or something, but get him to stop talking about it to me, I'm begging you. I'm not being mean or anything, but when you're showering and you've got him going on and on about how epic Luigi is, it really gets under your skin and all you want to do to him is freakin…that's all."
"When is the Asian Santa getting here? Why can there be a black Santa and a nerdy, skinny Santa, and a Spanish Santa, but not an Asian one? That's a little racist don't you think?"
"I don't know, I really don't need anything. I mean, me and Finn are sharing quarterback duties and me and Quinn are officially together, so I'm all good. Except…well…maybe, could you do something to cheer up Quinn? I feel horrible when her baby hormones set in because I can't do anything. I mean, one minute we're making out and the next she's just crying and mumbling and talking about Beth and I can't do shit to help her and I feel like a horrible boyfriend. Is there anything you can…I can't believe I'm asking a fake Santa to help heal my girlfriend's post-partum depression…I really need to get out of the house…"
"How about you break up Lady Lips and Quinn, and then have her sneak over to my house and confess her undying love for me? That'd be cool. I don't even need the sex, although it'd be nice, just some making out, you know, like third base would be fine, just so long as she's mine and not Big Mouth's okay? And don't tell Santana I said that because she'll kill Quinn if she finds out."
"Make my baby hormones go away. It makes making out so awkward. And get my lingering feelings toward Puck to do away. That would be amazing and I'd love you forever."
Wow, Elaina thought happily, these people are more messed up than I am. Even Quinn has got some issues. Thoroughly cheered up, Elaina walked over to Santa and sat in his lap. She looked up and saw Brittany lean toward the "elf" and whisper, "Elves are people too. Santa needs you and don't you ever forget it."Elaina looked at Santa with no emotion in her face.
"What do you want for Christmas?" he asked with a jolly laugh.
"World peace," she told him, poker-faced.
"Umm…are you serious?" Elaina stared at the Santa with a dead expression on her face, which she knew unnerved most people – except Puckerman for some reason – and sure enough, Santa started fidgeting underneath her.
"That better be a Yule log that you stowed in your pocket and not what I think it is," Elaina said lifelessly, not bothered in the slightest. She got up and hid the smile that lit up her face at the shocked expression on Santa's face.
She went to stand next to Rachel and Puck – who just so happened to be standing next to Mike Chang.
"Hey Elaina," Mike said happily.
"Hi."
"Thanks for doing this. I know you're new and you probably don't care about Brittany, so we all really appreciate you playing along with it," he told her.
"It's no problem," Elaina assured him.
"Are you going out with Puck?" he asked.
"Kind of."
Mike looked thoughtful. "Maybe Santa is real…" he mumbled and Elaina laughed inwardly, remembering his request of Santa just as Puck casually threw his arm around her shoulders. Elaina checked the want to push it off immediately, figuring that Puck needed someone to help him get over Quinn.
"Oh no…" she heard Artie mumble.
"What's wrong Artie?" Mike asked, his brow wrinkling with concern.
"She asked him to help me walk," the wheel-chair bound boy said horrifically. "We are so screwed."
"Alright, since when we get back all we have is semi-finals, I'm going to give you your new lab partners now. Get acquainted because you'll be spending a lot of time together for the rest of the year," Mrs. Hardwicke said. She called out name after name, and by the time she got to the end, Elaina wanted to slap her. The people left over were Dave Karofsky, Azimio, Heather Pritchit, and Jorge Mendez, all of whom Elaina despised. Just as Mrs. Hardwicke was about to read the name of the next pair, Mike Chang ran into the room.
"Mr. Chang, you are aware that skipping is not tolerated in this school, correct?" the teacher said sternly.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Hardwicke, but I've been handing out the Candy Grams. Um…and now I have to steal Elaina away from you because we have to practice for the concert later today. I am so sorry that it is intruding upon your class time, which I enjoy immensely by the way, but-"
"No need to suck up Mr. Chang. Take Ms. Barak," Mrs. Hardwicke snapped, but she was smiling as she did it. Mike bowed and held his hand out. Years of practice allowed Elaina to hide her blush as he did so, gathering up her books.
"Oh, and you two will be lab partners for the rest of the year," Mrs. Hardwicke called out to them.
Wonderful.
Mike grabbed her hand – butterflies assaulting her stomach the entire time – and lead her to the teacher's café, where the rest of the club was assembled. She went to stand next to Rachel who informed her that they would be performing for the teachers as Puck came over and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Puck?"
"Yeah babe?"
"Arm over the shoulder is fine but if you wrap your arms around my waist or call me babe one more time, I'm going to hurt you," she said, her face unreadable even with the threat. Puck immediately backed up and put his arm around her shoulder, throwing Quinn a smirk that Elaina couldn't help but notice and roll her eyes at.
Mr. Shue put everyone in lines as the teachers starting filing in and the club opened their mouths to sing the beautiful harmonies. Their voices filled the room and Elaina looked at the members' faces. Quinn kept stealing glances at Puck when she thought no one was looking, Sam fidgeted constantly, and Rachel and Finn kept giving each other longing looks.
Jeez guys. It's obvious who wants who, just bang already, Elaina thought.
After the performance they all went into the choir room, triumph etched on everyone's faces. Tina had walked in first and she froze.
"Artie," she breathed out and Elaina noted the longing and happiness and want and love that filled the gothic girl's voice in that single word. She wondered if Mike heard the tone as well and as she noticed the fleeting annoying emotion cross his face before his eyes landed on Artie, she figured he did.
Elaina, however, could hardly blame Tina for her slip up. Artie was walking. Elaina did not know the boy all that well but even she couldn't keep the small smile from coming up as she saw the joyous Artie walking.
Elaina looked around, wondering who had left the fake legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Coach Beiste, a watery smile on her face and Elaina let her smile widen at the Good Samaritan.
She pondered telling everyone but decided against it. From all she had heard the last few days, the glee club hadn't acted like a family all year, instead keeping petty grudges and telling threats and being incredibly rude. Here, they seemed like a family that Rachel and Puck had spoken so fondly about and she wouldn't want to ruin that.
After all, everyone deserved a miracle every once in a while.
I had to write about the nicer side of Elaina for a bit.