pairings: Rachel/Quinn, Santana/Brittany
Rating: pg for now
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be
Rachel's 3 step plan was easy enough:
Reduce- Reduce targets friendship group so they have no one. Then, step in, and become friends.
Seduce- Seduce Target.
Dispose- dispose of target, be it by public shaming, cheating or just avoiding for prolonged lengths of time.
The Reduce, Seduce, Dispose was a hybrid of Cady’s plan to destroy Ragina in Mean Girls, and Mercedes’ personal favourite seduction technique- Suck (face), Kill (ego, so he needs someone to make him feel big again), destroy (self explanatory)- This was generally used on studly jocks who thought they would never fall in love (Such as Noah Puckerman, who now followed her around like a lost puppy.)
The reduce part would be simple enough- Quinn, while she ruled the school and was seemingly swimming in friends, really only hung out with two people: Santana and Brittany. Now, anyone with eyes could see that the glances and touches between the girls were anything but platonic, and all Rachel had to do was get the two together. Once together, they’d be in their ‘honeymoon period’ for at least two weeks- long enough, Rachel hoped, to get Quinn’s trust.
So, while walking to class, Rachel ‘accidentally’ bumped into Santana.
“Watch it” The girl angrily growled, glaring at Rachel. Rachel, however, just shrugged.
“Sorry, I’m in kind of a hurry. Mike was going to ask Brittany out today, and I wanted to find him to see how it went.” In less than a second, Rachel found herself pushed up against the wall, Santana’s fists scarily close to her face.
“What did you just say, man hands? Mike is doing what?”
Rachel just shrugged, and pushed Santana off her. “You heard me, Lopez. He’s asking Brittany out. Why? You gonna stop him?”
Santana didn’t bother to respond. She just glared at Rachel for a second, before storming off down the corridor. From around the corner, there was a suspiciously Mike sounding shriek and a crash as something hit the lockers, and what sounded like Brittany protesting before she was suddenly cut off, by, Rachel assumed, a pair of lips against her own. Five minutes later, Santana rounded the corridor again, this time with the tall blonde in tow. She nodded curtly at Rachel, before leading Brittany into the nearest bathrooms and locking the door.
Now, the hard part: Befriending Quinn.
Two days later, it hit her. She looked down at the Spanish test they were currently doing, then up at Quinn. Sighing, she stared blankly at her tests for a few minutes before filling every answer with the words tortilla, Bermuda and sombrero. When her teacher, Mr. Shuester, came around and collected the tests, he looked at Quinn’s and smiled broadly.
“Well done Quinn! You’ve aced another test....are you planning to run off to mexico or something?” He asked, laughing. Quinn just smiled her fake cheerios smile at him, then turned to Finn, who was sitting next to her. When Shuester looked at Rachel's test she got the complete opposite reaction. He shook his head, sadly, then looked at her.
“Rachel, this....this is not good. If your grades continue like this I’m going to have to fail you. I’m sorry.”
Rachel tried to look as sad as she could. “Is there anything I could do sir? A tutor, perhaps?”
He looked around the room, chewing his lip, before his gaze settled on quinn. His face lit up and he turned to Rachel. “Rachel, thats a brilliant idea. Quinn, can you come here please? I have to ask you something.”
Quinn looked at Shuester, then at Rachel, and rolled her eyes. She walked over and stood in front of rachels desk, almost completely blocking the brunette's view of her teacher. Rachel sighed and moved to her right, so that Mr. Shuester could see her too.
“Quinn, Rachel here has been having some problems with her Spanish.” At this, Quinn turned to look at Rachel, her eyebrow raised, and smirked. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to tutor her?”
Quinn’s smirk turned quickly to a look of disgrace and disgust. “You want me to tutor her?” she asked, as though he’d asked her to make out with Jacob Ben Israel, or something equally disgusting. Mr. Shue missed this lack of enthusiasm.
“Yes, yes I do. I think you should probably make a start this lunchtime, if thats all right with you girls.” With that, he smiled another smile and walked off. Quinn growled angrily as she turned to Rachel. “You so much as touch me, or say a word to me that isn’t about what you’re learning, and I swear to god you will end up with so many slushie facials you’ll become the new dispenser for them, manhands. “ With that, she turned, and, throwing her brightest smile at Mr. Shue, flounced back to her seat with Finn.
Rachel smiled. She’d expected more of a fight than that. This was going better than expected.
“Quinn” the old man said, looking straight at his listener “Was not naturally a cruel girl. She was angry- at her non caring parents, at her bully of a coach, of the constantly judgemental cheerios, and she took this out on Rachel for one reason only: She knew Rachel would take any and all abuse, and bounce back from it, even stronger than before. And this infuriated Quinn, to the point that making Rachel’s life hell was almost an obsession. That is, until the day she started tutoring.....”
Rachel entered the cafeteria, and joined the line. Karofski, as part of his detention, was required to help serve in the cafeteria at least once a week, and today was his day. When Rachel got to him, he surreptuously nodded, and bought from under the counter a small plastic container of salad, the only one that was to be served that day. This was because everyone knew that Quinn only ate the salad when she ate from the cafeteria, and, if it was unavailable, she went without a meal all together. People found it weird, but Quinn was top dog so everyone was just too scared to comment. Rachel smiled at Karofski as she took the container. She put it in her bag, before heading to the library.
When she got there, she frowned. Quinn was nowhere to be seen. Had Rachel Berry, the Rachel Berry, been stood up? Maybe she’d underestimated Quinn after all. But no, there the blonde was, tucked away in one of the darker corners at the back. Rachel figured it was because that way, no one had to see Quinn sitting with Rachel, which was just ridiculous, because no one came into the library anyway. Well, not unless you were Brittany or Santana, who came here every Thursday during fourth period to make out. Other than that,the place was generally deserted. Which Rachel was fine with. She approached the table, and nodded when Quinn glanced up at her. She sat opposite the girl, and slowly removed the salad, making sure that Quinn could clearly see what it was. As she opened it, she casually glanced at Quinn and asked “No lunch?”
Quinn looked at her and shook her head.
“Not today, no.” She said, coldly.
“Why not? You aren’t like, anorexic, are you?” Rachel pulled a concerned face, and Quinn grimaced.
“Of course not. Like you’d care, anyway. I’m just not eating today. What did I say about talking if it didn’t have anything to do with Spanish, treasure trail?” She said, sneering.
Rachel shook her head. “No really, why aren’t you eating? Whats up?”
Quinn, for her part, looked slightly bashful. “Don’t worry. It’s...embarrasing.” Even in the bad light, Rachel could see her blush. She suppressed a grin. Too easy. She thought.
“Tell me.” Rachel looked right at Quinn, and quinn met her gaze quickly before looking away.
“It’s just, I don’t eat anything at this school besides the salad. Its one of mother’s stupid diet things, she says everything else is too fatty.” Quinn glanced at Rachel, then looked down at her Spanish books. Rachel pulled out the concerned face again.
“Quinn, that’s horrible! Why don’t you just eat something else? Like she’d know.”
Quinn shook her head. “No, she would. I swear to god, she has spies on the Cheerio’s or something. I once had a slice of cake because it was Finn’s birthday, and almost got grounded. It’s ridiculous, I know. I don’t even like lettuce!” Quinn looked so upset and frustrated that for a second, Rachel pitied her, before realising that this was in fact the girl who spent her spare time throwing ice cold drinks on her. She gave a small smile.
“So, I guess this is a bad time to offer you one of my dad’s cookies?” She said, pulling out a small container of them. She leaned toward Quinn, conspiratorially. “Come on. There’s no one else but me in here, and I’m hardly going to tell your mother, am i?” She opened the box, and pushed them towards Quinn, who stared at them like Christmas had come early. She hesitated, and looked around, before looking at Rachel.
“I hate you, you know that right?” She said, but the smile in her voice told Rachel that for once, she was kidding. She reached out and grabbed a cookie, taking a small bite. She grinned.
“They’re good.” Rachel just nodded. Damn straight they’re good, I bought them from the subway across the street last period. “Yeah.” Rachel said, smiling. “My dad makes wonderful cookies.”
After that, studying was a breeze. Quinn had defrosted a little, and Rachel could see why people liked her so much. When the bell rang for the end of lunch, Quinn stood up and stretched, before looking down at Rachel.
“Same time tomorrow?” She asked, grabbing the last cookie and breaking it in half, offering some to reachel before popping the other half in her mouth. Rachel smiled as she took the cookie, and nodded.
“Definately. And i’ll bring you something from home that doesn’t involve tomato or lettuce.” Quinn grinned, and nodded.
“Thanks.” She said. Rachel just smiled, then reached up and tenderly brushed a small crumb of cookie from the corner of Quinn’s mouth before she turned and walked out. If she’d turned, she would have seen Quinn staring at her in shock, her hand brushing over the place Rachel’s thumb had just been. But Rachel didn’t need to turn, because she knew exactly what she’d done.