4Prom Night: the gLee Way
Chapter 2: Faberry Anyone?
Summary: Prom is coming up and love is in the air. Follow the glee clubbers as they navigate the maze that is teenage romance and gain a few a friends along the way.
This was supposed to be posted sooner but fanfiction was tweaking and wouldn't let me. Sorry guys.
Rachel was so screwed. Oh, she was so screwed. Sam was right, he was completely right. She needed to get over Finn before she moved on to another boy and Sam deserved better than to be some stupid rebound. She needed to be able to say no if something happened between Quinn and Finn (most of her kind of wished they would stay together so she wouldn't even be tempted but there was a small but very loud part of her that wanted them to break up right NOW so she could sweep Finn off of his feet – figuratively speaking, of course). She needed to move on, she understood that...
So why was she moving on with Jesse St. James?
Oh yeah, she was screwed. And stupid. Did she mention stupid? Really stupid...
So there she was, putting the finishing touches on her make-up, waiting for the boy who ripped her heart out and pushed it through a blender who was now trying to tape it back together in hopes it would still work right for him but – oh dear, she was rambling again. Rachel bit down on her lip and ran to get a glass of water. She was freaking out.
The doorbell rang and Rachel jumped up, squeaking. This was going to be a disaster. She should just go upstairs, take off her dress, put on some sweats, curl up in bed, and watch Yentl. That would be an excellent idea and there was no way that could go horribly wrong. Rachel was almost up the stairs when Jesse walked in. Rachel tried to keep walking but made the mistake of looking back at him.
The poor boy looked just as terrified as she felt, and seemed to shrink several inches under the hateful glares of her dads. Rachel took pity on him, even if she still wanted to sock him one, and turned back around, putting on her thousand watt smile.
"Jesse!" she said happily. "Now that you're here, I guess we should go." Rachel grabbed his arm and ran out before her Papa could suggest pictures. Jesse opened her car door for her and off they went, not saying much. What would you say to the person you threw eggs at and broke the heart of anyway?
By the time they got there, prom was in full swing. Because everyone was so glamorously dressed, not many were juking, but there was a good sized section off to the side for those who were willing to risk their dresses and suits. Rachel took it all in and smiled a genuine smile. She grabbed Jesse's hand and led him to the dance floor, twirling herself on under his arm. They swayed and twisted and turned and Rachel loved every second of it. Even if she may not be able to forgive Jesse just yet – if ever completely – she couldn't say she minded being here at prom with him all that much.
Song after song came and went and still they danced, falling into a familiar pattern. When their thirst became too much to bare, they went over to the punch table, laughing and smiling.
"Rachel?" Jesse asked, a serious look on his face. Rachel knew what he was going to say and held a hand up.
"Jesse, it's my prom. I want this to be perfect and you spilling out apologies, no matter how heartfelt, is going to ruin it. I did not expect to have any fun but I am so please, please, stop talking," she told him in a businesslike tone. Jesse smiled at the tone he knew so well and nodded, sipping his punch. Rachel caught the eye of Sam behind Jesse and waved him over. Jesse noticed how Rachel's cheeks flushed when Sam came over. She bit her lip, and looked up at Sam from her eyelashes. He knew the tell-tale signs and sighed. He could only hope that this Sam boy would treat Rachel better than he or Finn ever had, because she deserved better than either of them had ever give her, and Jesse knew it.
"I thought you weren't going to come," Rachel said shyly.
"I figured why not. Your dads offered to watch Stacey and Sebastian, so..." Sam looked Jesse over. Jesse noted how built Sam was and tried very hard to dial down his own ego and arrogance.
"Jesse St. James. I'm Rachel's... friend, from last year," Jesse checked himself before he could say ex. Rachel had made it obvious – painfully obvious – she wanted no type of relationship with him besides friendship (singing Rolling in the Deep, he felt, was a bit harsh, but he figured he deserved it). If this boy was the reason why, Jesse would back off – for now, until he could figure out how to woo Rachel.
Sam held out his hand, but he still looked wary.
"White boy, you better get over here. My boy Kurt is gone and my arm is empty and I need someone to dance with!" Mercedes called. Sam ducked his head and smiled. Rachel giggled.
"Save me a dance?" he asked, his eyes dancing.
"Of course," Rachel promised with a smile. Sam smiled and walked towards Mercedes, who was getting impatient. Jesse gave Rachel a knowing smirk. "What? Oh, him? No, we're just...we're friends," Rachel mumbled unconvincingly. "I...we...oh, just dance," Rachel said sourly, grabbing Jesse's hand and leading him onto the dance floor. Jesse twirled the petite brunette under his arm. Before he had a chance to put his arm around her, he was shoved away with a shout.
"Finn!" Rachel yelled.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Finn demanded angrily, standing in front of Rachel protectively.
"What is he doing here?" Quinn asked, her eyebrow quirking up.
"We are here, together as friends. We have come to an agreement, so I would appreciate if you back off of Jesse please Finn," Rachel answered frostily, glaring at Finn.
"Rachel!" Finn yelled. "Do you remember what he did to you? You cried for weeks over this jerk, remember? And you were still having nightmares about the dead chickies when we broke up!"
"Finn, this is none of our business," Quinn said. "They're going to announce Prom King and Queen soon, so we need to look good –"
But Finn brushed his girlfriend off, still glaring angrily at Jesse.
"Please Finn, I'm not trying to cause any trouble-"
"Bullshit St. James. Look, you need to stay the hell away from my girlfriend-" Finn stopped, his eyes growing wide. Rachel's jaw dropped, as did Jesse's. Quinn's face turned stony, into what Rachel referred to as her "Queen Bitch" glare.
"What was that Finn?" Quinn asked, her voice cold and even.
"Quinn, I...I-I-I...I didn't mean, I mean, I didn't-"
"No, Finn, I think you said exactly what you meant. If you will excuse me," Quinn said, running off, her wet eyelashes betraying her true feelings. Jesse looked to Rachel, who shot a glare at Finn, who still stood there, dumbstruck at his slip.
"I'll be right back," Rachel said, running after Quinn. Rachel wished she could get someone else but there was no else. Brittany and Santana barely talked to Quinn anymore. Mercedes and Quinn hadn't been close in a very long time, and neither had Quinn and Kurt. This year, Quinn had frozen out everyone else except Rachel. Rachel knew it was because Quinn believed in the whole keep your enemies closer thing, but still, Rachel was all Quinn had.
Rachel pushed in the bathroom door. "Quinn?" she called. She saw Quinn crying softly, leaning against the wall. "Oh, Quinn-"
Her words were met with a sharp slap. Shocked, Rachel stared up at Quinn, her hand on her stinging cheek.
"You've ruined EVERYTHING! But then again, that's what you've always done, hasn't it you little freak!" Quinn screamed. "You just had to tell Finn about the baby, didn't you! And when you had finally screwed up and he came back to me, you weasel your slimy little spoiled self back into my life! We were perfect together! The perfect couple and you've ruined it AGAIN!" Quinn yelled, her face getting red, her eyes streaming tears. Speechless, Rachel could say nothing.
"I am done with you! You know, I thought, maybe, if you moved on, we could get along. You're not too horrible most of the time, not any worse than me. I thought if you moved on to some other boy, I could finally have a friend that wasn't using me for..." Quinn stopped and took a breath, not believing she had betrayed her deepest thoughts to this girl. She closed her eyes.
"Quinn...I...I didn't mean to. I didn't know he still...I mean...please Quinn," Rachel begged, her eyes brimming with tears at the blond girl's outburst. Quinn leaned back against the wall and let out a sob.
"Just go," she whispered brokenly.
"Quinn-"
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Rachel gathered her dress about her and ran out of the bathroom, wiping at her eyes.
"FINN!" she roared. Finn, still where she had left him, turned around. Rachel slapped him.
"Rachel? What?" Finn stuttered. Rachel didn't even attempt to hide her tears.
"She wanted to be my friend! A real friend! And you just ruined it! She'll never talk to me now!"
"Rachel, I'm so- "
"Shut UP Finn! You broke up with me, not the other way around. You took her back even after she did the same thing to you that I did – worse even, because she went all. The. Freaking. Way. – but you took her back. I am finally trying to move on from you and you pull a stunt like that! I can't believe you!" Rachel yelled at him, sobbing.
"Rachel, I didn't mean to-"
"I think you've said enough Finn," Jesse cut in. "I think you should-"
"You can shut your mouth too," Rachel snapped at him. Jesse's mouth snapped shut. "You did throw eggs at me and you did break my heart and I did cry for weeks, just like Finn said. You don't get any say in my life and you don't get to defend me. I took you because I don't like holding grudges, not because I have any lingering feelings towards you. Jeez, why do I have to fall for such...such...assholes!" Rachel screamed.
Sam rushed over, hearing her distressed voice. He stayed a few steps back, wondering if getting involved would do more damage than good right now.
"You know what?" Rachel asked rhetorically. "Screw you two. Screw you both. I'm leaving," Rachel said, walking towards the door, pushing past the two boys. Rachel heard and sniff and turned around to see Quinn. Her lipstick was smudged and her mascara was running down her cheeks. Rachel's heart went out to her, to this girl who was just as alone as she was. "Quinn?" Rachel asked.
"Yes?" Quinn whispered.
"Are you coming with or are you going to stay here with these two assholes?" Rachel asked. Identical shocked looks showed themselves on the boys faces as Quinn whispered her answer:
"Yes." Sam smiled proudly. Quinn stepped forward and took Rachel's hand. "Where should we go?"
"Um..."
"The roller rink is still open," Sam piped up with a smirk. Rachel smiled thankfully at him and led Quinn out the door.
They two girls sped to the roller rink, smiling and laughing at what they had just done the whole way. They got in, put on their skates and –still in their dresses – went out onto the floor.
"Quinn? Why did you agree to come with?" Rachel asked. Quinn spun in a circle, wiping her hair out of her face.
"I heard what you said. And how mad you were at him. And I just knew...I don't know."
"You knew we are a lot similar than we really want to admit?" Rachel asked. Quinn smiled.
"I guess so."
My girl is hotter than your girl. You know it. You know it.
My ride is sweeter than your ride. You know it. You know it.
Don't ya wish you were us? Don't ya wish you were us?
The song started. Quinn laughed.
"Is it bad that I know this song?" Quinn called over the music.
Rachel smiled. "No...because it's true about us," she said slyly. Quinn laughed. "Hey! What! Don't ya wish you were us?" Rachel sang out.
"Hey! What! Don't ya wish you could rock!" Quinn laughed.
"You're MIA, we're VIP! You're LOL, we're BIG! No one really likes you that much!" they sang out loudly.
The girls grabbed each other's hands and spun around.
"DON'T YA WISH YOU WERE US!" they yelled.
They spun around, giggling and laughing.
At that moment, both girls agreed that everyone probably did.
Yeah, cheesey ending but everyone needs one once in a while.