|Not So Normal
Author: StayWithMeForTheKids PM
You can't control who you fall in love with. Sometimes, they come with secrets. Secrets that harbour consequences.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Rachel B. & Quinn F. - Chapters: 31 - Words: 188,074 - Reviews: 382 - Favs: 277 - Follows: 290 - Updated: 11-02-12 - Published: 03-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7886146
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Hello to the people who have chosen to read my story :D I'm new to writing Glee fics so bare with me as I get used tot he characters. I've been debating for quite some time whether or not I should post this story...so this is a test run..if you enjoy it, I'll continue it :)
I hope you have fun reading it :S
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, if I did Faberry would be Canon and Finchel wouldn't exist. At all. Okay maybe their friendship BUT nothing beyond that
Everyone's head turns as she pulls into the school, her SUV sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the other cars. She sighs as she feels their emotions tugging on her, pulling on her mind like a child pulls on their parents clothing to gain their attention. She rubs her hand over her face and takes a deep breath. She smiles as she feels the curiosity, excitement and confusement slowly change into boredom. She watches as soon the attention gets drawn away from her and the other students go back to their lives. Picking up her Aviators off the dashboard, she opens the door, slipping the glasses over her eyes as she jumps down. She looks down at her thumb ring, an old family heirloom, the golden waves sparkle at her, looking bright with the darker gold background.
Slamming her door shut, she flows through the crowd like a ghost, making sure the students don't notice as she glides, her feet touching the ground lightly, hardly making a sound. As she walks into the school, more emotions fill her mind, aggravated, she bites her lips and blocks them off, creating an invisible wall coming between the emotions and her brain. Only sparing glances at an odd students here and there, not that they'd see her eyes anyway, she carries on towards the office.
She walks into the principal's office and clears her throat, grabbing the attention of the woman behind the desk.
"Rachel Berry, I'm transferred from England" Rachel says, the woman looks up and smiles weakly at the petite girl.
"Oh yes, your mother called earlier to say you were coming in today. Just give me one second"
Rachel nods, she smirks as she hears a conversation going on in the principal's office.
"I don't care! This action can't go unpunished!" Rachel looks to see the principal yelling at two students, one with a Mohawk and another with her brown hair tied back into a pony tail.
"It broke my heart to see such a big young man in tears..." The principal says.
A new voice speaks up, coming from the Mohawk guy "In... tears?" Rachel watches as the two students look at each other before fist bumping.
"Here you go" The receptionist hands Rachel her schedule with a smile. Rachel gives the receptionist a quick smile and slithers out of the room.
The bell rings along the hallway, causing the sea of students to scramble to their lessons. Rachel sneaks through them, easily weaving in and out of the students, ignoring the stares she's gaining, the leers and crude comments some of the jocks say, voicing their opinion that Rachel did not care for.
She sighs, whether she's in an American high school or a Senior School in England, all sport enthusiasts are the same.
The halls become quiet, leaving just the squeak of Rachel's biker boots against the linoleum floor to sound the hallway. She finds her locker and pulls the hoop of metal on the lock up, dislodging it from it's place. She holds her thumb and index finger against the handle and pulls the door open lightly. Rachel smiles at the strength she still has even though it's been a year since...well since that day.
She places the books the receptionist had given her, not bothering to keep her AP English book with her. She slams the locker door, causing more of the chipped red paint to float down to the floor. She shakes her head and pushes the silver band back into the lock, squishing the corner easily together as if it's blu tack.
Rachel strolls down the hallway, past several class rooms until she reaches her desired class. Well not really desired. She leans against the door way, looking in on the lesson. She smirks as the teacher remains oblivious to her presence by the door. Students glance between her and the teacher, all of them wondering why she hadn't noticed the mysterious girl.
Somewhere at the back, a well groomed baby, raises his own eyebrow at the newcomer. He watches as she quietly makes her way into the room. Kurt, the well groomed boy, notices how she looks as if she is floating across the floor, not walking. His lips turn up into a small smirk as he watches her make her way to stand next to the teacher. He watches in amusement as her small slender finger reaches out and lightly taps the teacher, causing the teacher to jump and drop the board pen she had in her hand.
The classroom all starts to laugh at the Teacher's flushed state, all of them also watching Rachel make her way over.
The teacher huffs angrily, sending them all a withering glare causing the class to quieten down. She turns back to Rachel and straightens out her glasses "Can I help you?"
Rachel smirks and hands her a slip of paper. She turns to observe the class room, all the students are watching her intently. A Cheshire cat smile forms upon her lips as she locks gazes with some of them, they all coward away in fear. She can feel something nipping at the back of her mind, trying to break through and invisible shield. Her eyes narrow, she knows the source of its from someone in this room. It's not coming from the wall over everyone's emotions she has, that's a door that she simply opens, letting their emotions rush in. No this feels like a jack hammer trying to crumble the wall away. She looks at each student, each of them looking away as soon as their gazes lock.
There. She's found it. Rachel's serpent eyes lock with the glasz eyes of a young looking kid at the back, he holds her gaze, concentration on his face. Her eyes widen slightly, he's trying to break it down-the shield her kind has against other powers. But what is his? Why is he trying so hard to break through?
"Right, Miss Berry if you can take a seat please" Rachel tears her eyes away from the boy to look at the Teacher. She smiles tightly, taking back the paper and walking up the aisle between the seats. Rachel rolls her eyes when she notices the only seat left is next to the well groomed boy. Sighing, she sits down next to him.
She feels his gaze on her as the teacher rambles on about some poetry and how much emotion is in one single line. Becoming angry, Rachel brings out her small penknife, flipping it open, a satisfied smirk falling upon her lips as it clips into place.
From the corner of her eye, the boy has yet to look away, he seem unfazed by the knife and simply watches her, a well sculpted eyebrow raising upon his smooth skin. Rachel bites her lips and brings the knife down to the table, gently scratching at the table top. She flickers her eyes to the outside, studying the trees and scenery before turning back to her engraving on the table. She looks at the table, picturing the scenery, spreading it upon the wooden table top. She then begins to scratch into it, making ever contour and line perfect. She blows at the wood shavings, sending off the table. Satisfied, she flips the pen knife back down and places it back in her pocket.
A piece of paper slides across the table top, Rachel looks in time to see a pale, slightly masculine but manicured hand retract itself from her view. Furrowing her eyebrows together, she looks down at the paper.
Rachel stares down blankly at the paper and slides it back. Not a moment later, the paper is in front of her again.
Again, Rachel passes it back. She hears the boys pen scribble down on the paper before it's in front of her nose again.
Before Rachel can pass it back, the boy takes it back, his hand running against the paper. He hands it back to her with a huff.
Rachel smirks, picks up her pen and writes down her reply.
Rachel chuckles when she hears the boy exclaim angrily once she passed the paper back.
'So you do speak English!'
'Why didn't you reply?'
'How long have you been a Vampire then?'
Caught off guard by the question, Rachel looks up the boy. He smirks at her, raising an eyebrow.
'A year or so. You?'
'Since I was born'
'So a year ago?'
'Haha very funny'
'So you're a Dhampir?'
'Yup, Mum was a Vampire, Dad's a human'
Before the boy could reply, the school bell rings. Both Rachel and the boy stand up, the boy turns to her a smile on his face.
"I'm Kurt" His voice is quiet high pitched and by the way he's dressed, Rachel guesses he's riding the rainbow on a mother fucking unicorn gay.
Rachel takes her hand, smiling "Rachel"
"You're British?" He asks, shocked.
Rachel chuckles and starts to walk out the classroom, Kurt quickly following. He pulls his bag up onto his shoulder, holding it in place protectively.
"By accent and Nationality? Yes. By blood, kind of. My mum's American but my Dad's were English. I'm sort of a mix."
"Were?" Kurt asks, stopping. Rachel turns round, amusement on her face as Kurt looks at her with expectation flashing through his eyes. Putting her hands into her leather Jacket, she spins on the heel of her vans and carries on walking down the hallway.
Kurt runs after her, watching in awe as the student body part like the red sea for Rachel even though she's only been here for like what? An hour?
"I'll tell you my past when you tell me yours. For now, let's leave it a mystery"
Kurts mouth forms a small 'o' in understanding. He smiles, nudging the smaller girl with his shoulder "How's your first day?" he asks.
Before Rachel can answer, a blue liquid is thrown at Kurt, splashing his face. The blue liquid..looking closer it looks like a slushie, drips down his face onto his clothing. Rachel looks up at the sound of laughter, she narrows her eyes at the dumb looking jock.
Her hand flies out grabbing the Jock's shoulder, he stops laughing and looks at her. He opens his mouth to speak, however Rachel quickly spins him around, grabs his underwear and pulls it up. He squeaks at the crushing material before his head is smashed against the nearby lockers.
Rachel places her other hand on the back of his head, pushing it harder into the cold metal. Her hand holds the underwear tightly, keep a tight grip.
"Let me go" Rachel gives a small tug on the underwear, causing a pained shriek to form from the Jock's lips.
"Listen here. You will not-I repeat-NOT, do that to Kurt again, understand?" She whispers menacingly into his ear. When only a growl is her answer, Rachel pulls harder on the underwear; a girl like scream fills the hallway.
"Yes I do. Just let me go, please" Satisfied, Rachel lets him go.
"Crazy bitch" He mumbles, Rachel sends him glare, causing him to whimper before he pushes his way through the crowd that had formed. Rachel also sends glares to the crowd, they quickly disperse, leaving Rachel in the hallway with Kurt.
She walks up to him, placing a hand on his sticky shoulder "You ok?"
Kurt nods, wiping the blue residue from his eyes "Yeah I'm fine. It happens all the time" Rachel raises a questioning eyebrow at him "Karofsky. He kinda made me his target"
"Sounds like someone has a typical schoolyard crush" When Kurt looks at her confused, Rachel just smiles, gently guiding the boy down the hall.
"Let's get you cleaned up. Where's the nearest bathroom?"
Kurt smiles at Rachel "Thank you"
Rachel just smiles back at the boy as they make their way down the hall. If this is the kind of torment Kurt has been experiencing, why hasn't anyone tried to stop it before? Rachel shakes her head, if they were too scared of Karofsky to protect Kurt before, they obviously never experienced true fear. Just wait till they feel the wrath of Rachel Berry. Next person to hurt Kurt will get a full storm of it.
...So, did you guys like it? How about Badass-BritishVamp!Rachel? or Dhampir!Kurt?
Next chapter, Rachel meets the Unholy Trintiy