Hi everyone! First, I want to apologize for not updating in so long. Some of the events that occurred since I last updated caused me to lose my muse and basically, interest, in not only my story but in fanfiction itself. It's been awhile, I know, but I've recovered and I know where I want to go with this story. I was actually thinking about rewriting it just because I re-read it and somewhat question the way I did some of the chapters. Second, I want to thank all of you readers, the reviewers and the silent ones, who commented and encouraged me to continue. I appreciate it so much and I love you all! Please continue to review and follow my story. Your opinions are definitely something I consider when I write.

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Chapter 16 (GLEE TIME)

The bell rang, signaling the end of yet another class. Students booked it out of their classrooms, Rachel and Sebastian included.

"Shorty, why are you rushing? Slow down!" Santana complained after catching up with the speed walking Rachel, with Sebastian trailing behind her at his ever so casual pace.

"I want Mr. Schuester to meet Sebastian so that way we can get started on our music right away. We need to start preparing Santana." Rachel retorts, while dodging more people.

"Berry, Satan wait up!" Puck yells, jogging towards the two girls and Sebastian, with Mike and Matt.

"Ass! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Santana hisses, punching Puck on his shoulder.

"Ow bitch! That hurt! Take your damn ring off before you do shit like that!"

"I meant to do that!"

"Apologize!" While Puck and Santana were fighting, the rest of the group walked behind them. Rachel and Brittany were talking about Brittany's cat, while Sebastian listened, bemused and fighting thee urge to laugh once he saw how serious Brittany was when she said she was sure her cat had a drinking problem. Matt and Mike talked about football as per usual.

"Hell no, you deserve that shit!" Santana retorts, smiling smugly.

"Rach! Tell her to apologize!"

"Oh, you need Berry to get to me? What happened to Mr. Tough Guy?"

"Any guy-" Puck begins, but is cut off by the sight of a suddenly Slushie soaked Rachel and Brittany, who joined the group while Puck and Santana were arguing.

"What the fuck?!" Puck roars, looking around to find out who the culprit was.

"Noah, don't, it's not worth it," Rachel mutters as she and Sebastian begin to pick off the chunks of ice slush off of her. Mike helps Brittany do the same thing, while Matt seems to have gone back to his locker.

"The fuck it isn't Rach, who was it?" Santana asks, still confused as to how both Brittany and Rachel got Slushied without any chance of avoiding it. The jocks were usually quite obvious when they were about to Slushie another victim and the Cheeri-hoes! always started a fight before they threw one.

"How the hell did you three not stop whoever did this?" Santana asks angrily, glaring at the three boys.

"We didn't see them coming! They came from behind us!" Matt stated, trying to avoid Santana and Puck's wrath.

"Hey! Small kid!" Puck yells at a nearby freshman. The boy looks up at Puck questioningly, then points to himself.

"Yeah, you! C'mere!" The boy reluctantly walks over, intimidated by the fact that all four of the boys were muscled and large enough to squash him without breaking a sweat.

"Uh..uhh, y-y-yes...sir?"

"Did you see who slushied my friends?"

"Uhm I saw them run off. I-I think it was them."

"Then-" Puck begins but Rachel slaps his arm.

"Noah! Be nice!" she reprimands then looks at the boy and smiles.

"Hi, I'm Rachel, what's your name?"

"I'm Dylan, it's nice to meet you." Dylan smiles back and sticks out his hand.

"I'm sorry, I would shake your hand but I wouldn't want to get all this Slushie on you," Rachel grimaces at her sticky hand. Sebastian smoothly steps forward.

"Sebastian Smythe, soon to be boyfriend of Ms. Rachel here," he says, smirking and shakes the Dylan's hand. Rachel rolls her eyes and shakes her head, mouthing "no" to Dylan, causing him to smile.

"Now can you tell me who you saw?" Sebastian asks, after signaling for Santana to take Rachel and Brittany to the bathroom to clean up. Rachel waved good-bye to Dylan and the three rushed off, after thanking Matt for the towels and clothes he brought for them.

"Uh sure, there was a guy and a girl and they were both laughing. The dude was wearing a letterman and the girl had her cheer uniform on."

"Anything else that can actually help?" Puck asks sardonically.

"Well the dude was white and he had dark brown hair I would say. Pretty big dude actually. The girl was blonde and skinny. Her hair is pretty long and she wears a lot of make up. She would be hot if she didn't seem like such a bitch."

Sebastian was already suspicious that Whitney was the one who Slushied Rachel and Dylan's description of the girl sounded like her too. He had no idea who the guy could possibly be though but he supposed Puck, Matt, and Mike would already be able to figure that out. Sebastian looked around to see if there were a group of the "popular" kids around so he could interrogate them. At the end of the hallway, he saw a whole group, which included Whitney.

"Dylan, look over there and tell me if the girl or guy you just described are there," Sebastian said tilting his head toward the group. Dylan turned his head and looked at each person.

"Both of them are there, the blonde is leaning against the wall and the dude is on her right."

"So it was Whitney, who's the dude?" Sebastian asked looking at Puck.

"Johnny Christopher, he's a grade-A douchebag with rich parents and a huge ego," Puck spits, glaring at the Johnny. He and Puck had a bad history, Johnny always ridiculed Rachel. Johnny is Jewish, and all three of them went to the same temple, so they've all known each other for quite awhile.

"Um, I'm gonna be late, so can I go?" Dylan asks hesitantly after seeing the murderous looks on all four of their faces.

"Yeah dude go ahead, thanks for helping us out," Mike says, nodding to Dylan who smiled before turning around and entering a classroom a few doors down.

"What are we gonna do about them?" Matt asks the other three guys.

"Well we can[t start shit now Puck, you know that. We have too much crap to work on with football and Glee. Schuester can't afford to have all four of us out because we caused a fight and we lose our spots on the team if we get suspended for fighting." Mike states.

"And if Johnny's parents are rich, they'll do their best to make sure we get a serious punishment," Sebastian adds, frowning after realizing how restricted their retaliation would have to be.

"Goddammit! This isn't fair, he needs to learn a fucking lesson. Once Santana finds out Whitney did this, she'll rip her a new one and Sylvester won't care." Puck complains craning his neck to look for the girls. "Where the hell are they, shouldn't they be done by now?"

"Calm your tits Puckerman, we're right here. Did you find out who it was?" Santana asks, nonchalantly sliding up to the group of boys. Brittany was combing her hand through Rachel's wet hair to help dry it.

"Yeah but we'll tell you later. Rach looks like she's about to have an aneurysm since we aren't in class yet," Mike says grinning, while looking at Rachel. The rest of the group turned to see Rachel bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking anxiously down the hall at the clock.

"Michael! I do not appreciate you teasing me about my need to be on time. Being punctual is not a bad thing at all!"

"Of course it isn't Rachy!" Brittany says cheerfully. Rachel smiles back and Brittany loops her arms through Rachel's and skips down the hall to the Glee room. The rest of the group trails behind them, silently laughing at Rachel's expected response. Sebastian walks in last to see Rachel is already sitting in between Santana and Brittany. Puck takes a seat behind Santana and Artie sits next to Brittany. Matt sits next to Mike as usual, who was next to Puck, and Kurt takes a seat behind Brittany.

"What the hell happened to you and Brittany, Diva?" Kurt exclaims, taking in the wet hair and new clothing that he certainly did not approve of yet. Sebastian takes the seat behind Rachel and rests his elbows on his knees.

"We got Slushied," Rachel replies, nonchalantly and Kurt scowls.

"They ruined a perfect outfit! How dare they! Are you two okay? Did you know who did it?"

"We're fine Kurty! I like Rachy's outfit now, it looks cute on her because she's so tiny. Nope! But the boys did!" Brittany answers cheerfully, answering Kurt's questions.

"Who was it?" Kurt asks, turning to look at Sebastian and Puck.

"Whitney and Johnny fucking Christopher," Puck replies, glowering at his crossed arms.

"Noah, don't you dare start something! You know you can't-"

"Yeah, yeah Rach I know. I already heard it from the twins over there," Puck jerks his head to Mike and Matt's direction.

"Well good, they were smart enough to stop you before you did something stupid for a ridiculous reason."

"It's not ridiculous, Rach. We're just defending your honor and all."

"I don't care for that Noah, not the way you 'defend honor'. Use your words not your fists, then we can talk about defending honor."

"So bossy."

"You love it."

"I really don't."

"Then why do you stay?"

"You make good food."

"Noah! I am not your personal cook!"

"Might as well be, with the way you cook for me and Sarah."

"Who's Sarah?" Sebastian asks, interrupting the usual banter between Rachel and Puck.

"My younger brat sister," Puck replies, shrugging his shoulders when Rachel glares at him for calling Sarah a brat.

"You cook for them?" Sebastian asks, looking at Rachel.

"Well, Noah's mother tends to get very busy with her shifts at the hospital and I can't let Sarah starve or die from Noah's cooking, if you can call it that."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"You nearly burnt down the kitchen the last time you tried cooking," Mike points out.

"Fuck off, Chang." Puck mutters, unhappy that there was evidence he wasn't good at cooking.

"Language Puck," Mr. Schue says as he walks in. Rachel and Santana snicker as Puck's scowl deepens at being scolded.

"So guys today we will start getting ready for the school assembly coming up. But first. we really need to discuss our list for sectionals. So, remember Anthems is the theme this year. Any ideas?" Rachel immediately raised her hand.

"Mr. Schue we were actually thinking about writing our own songs about how we hate the bullies and the treatment we get at school."

"Who's we?" Quinn asks, sneering at Rachel.

"Our group of friends, you skanky hag," Santana retorts, smirking at Quinn.

"What friends? I thought you just had people who slept with you, slut."

"Quinn and Santana, that's enough. Any more outburts like that and you both go to Figgins. Continue with what you were saying Rachel."

"Well, we thought it would be a good idea to write our own song because I know the judges are looking for originality this year. We can also use our experience, since most of us do get bullied, as inspiration for the song."

"That's a pretty good idea, mini Barbara. I like it." Sue says, strolling into the room, before pushing Mr. Schue out of the way and standing in the spot he was in. He rolls his eyes and leans against the piano.

"Uhm...thank you?" Rachel answers, unsure of Sue's compliment.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you have any lyrics to start us off on?"

"Uhm no, Coach Sylvester. We thought tried but we couldn't come up with any. And we thought it would be better if we ran it by Mr. Schue first."

"No, don't do that. Never do that. If you want to do something, prove that you're right and what you're saying is a good diea, you give us an example. Give us a reason to want to do what you're saying. Never wait for permission by someone else, then you're just limiting your already limited brain because let's face it, half the people in this sorry excuse of a club are a bunch of incompetent idiots. The rest are decent enough to make me not want to vomit and punch them in the face." Sue ended her rant by looking at Mr. Schue, Mr. Schue face palmed.

"I appreciate your consideration Rachel. Sue, just...stop. Sop teaching these kids things like that."

"Mr. Schue, if you think about it what she says has some credence. Of course the vomiting and the punching are unnecessary." Rachel points out hesitantly.

"See, I knew there would be at least one smart person here. Good job, Mini Barbara."

"I think she likes you," Sebastian whispers in Rachel's ear, causing her to giggle.

"And you Schuester, need to just shut you butt shaped face up. You are definitely irrelevant to me, as per usual." She and Mr. Schue started to argue, so naturally the students started to talk amongst themselves.

"Ugh, my hair is still wet, it's completely soaking the back of your shirt San, I'm sorry," Rachel says frowning.

"Don't worry about it B, water dries quite nicely." The group laughed at the last part because it was so typical of Rachel to worry about getting a shirt wet with water. Rachel hmphed and crossed her arms before leaning back against the chair while Matt, Mike, and Puck began to discuss football.

"Babe, lean forward a bit," Sebastian says, leaning forward so his lips are next to Rachel's ear.

"Why?" she asks suspiciously because she knew this boy was far too mysterious for his own good.

"Just do it, I promise nothing bad will happen." She slowly leans forward and feels Sebastian moving her hair off her back.

"Now lean back," and she does, slowly because she was still suspicious.

"What are you going to do with my hair?"

"Nothing bad."

"Santana what's he doing?"

"Nothing B, just leave it alone. Have you been thinking about lyrics?"

"Yes, but it is definitely more difficult than we thought it would be." She felt Sebastian slowly running his hands through her hair. She realized he was combing her hair to help it dry faster and to keep knots out, she couldn't help but internally swoon.

"What's the smile for Diva?" Kurt asks, smirking because of course, he knew exactly why she was smiling. Who wouldn't smile when they had a sex god like Sebastian Smythe, running his hands through their hair?

"Kurt, be quiet," Rachel mutters, embarrassed that she was smiling. She knew that Kurt knew, devious little thing wanted her to admit it in front of Sebastian.

"You got it, you got it bad," Santana sings causing Rachel to blush and Kurt to burst out laughing.

"Can you feel the love tonight?" Kurt sings with Brittany and Santana "ooh-ing", getting closer to Rachel. Sebastian smiled at Rachel's embarrassment and couldn't help but find it cute. What makes this girl so different? Goddammit, she's totally turning me into a pussy. Fuck.

"You guys are ridiculous," Rachel mutters, crossing her arms, yet the smile stayed intact.

"You love us, just like you love-oomph. Ouch!" Kurt screeches after Rachel pinches his thigh, preventing him from properly finishing his sentence.

"That's why you don't mess with my little Jeiwsh American Princess, bitches." Puck crows, proud of Rachel's violence.

"You are a horrible, horrible influence on her Puck," Kurt scolds before turning to Sebastian, "I can assure you she was much less violent before. She only gets violent if you irritate her. You don't need to worry about violence in your relationship ever."

"Kurt! We are not in a relationship!" Rachel says, her eyes widening at Kurt's statement. Oh God, Sebastian's going to think I told all of them that he's my boyfriend or something and he's going to think I'm some kind of desperate, psychotic freak.

"Don't worry Kurt, we will be, soon enough," Sebastian states, calmly combing through Rachel's hair. He was internally smiling. Great, her friends obviously approve and want us in a relationship, there's no trouble on that front. Now, how do I get this stubborn girl to admit her feelings for me, without being too obvious about my own feelings? She's far too smart for my usual manipulations, not to mention she would probably hate me if I ever did something just so she could admit her feelings without knowing mine first.

"Yes! You two will definitely be the cutest couple and you can knock The Golden Couple over there off their pedestal," Kurt says happily clapping his hands.

"Rachy, you and Sebastian would be super cute together. And he's tall enough so he can carry you when you're tired or angry!" Brittany says, Artie smiles at her excitement.

"Shouldn't someone stop Mr. Schue and Coach Sylvester?" Mike asks, looking at the arguing pair.

"Where's Brad? He should break it up," Rachel says, looking around for the silent piano man.

"Uhhhh, I think he just walked out," Puck says, leaning to the side to look through the little window of the door to see Brad casually hanging out in the hallway.

"Uhm alright then. Mr. Schue? Shouldn't we continue trying to brainstorm for the assembly and sectionals?" Rachel says loudly, trying to talk over Coach Sylvester's yelling. Both teachers stopped before composing themselves.

"Yes we should, sorry about that guys. That was unprofessional," Mr. Schue says sheepishly, straightening his tie.

"We'll work on the assembly first. It's coming up soon and we have more time to work on the sectionals setlist."

"Well, what does Figgins want for the assembly?" Finn asks.

"Just a simple performance, guys, nothing too fancy."

"My Cheerios! are going to be performing, so I suggest you try to look at least, a little bit better than the pile of garbage you usually look like," Sue says causing Mr. Schue to roll his eyes again.

"Sue, degrading our performances is unnecessary and it puts a damper on the kid's attitudes."

"They need a little motivation, look at Frankenteen right there. He does nothing except look like a confused, lost little man-child." Sebastian and Puck burst out laughing at Sue's comment.

"Sue, you cannot say things about that to students."

"It's alright Mr. Schue, I know she's just a lonely, bitter woman, if you can call her that," Finn replies nonchalantly, surprising everyone with his sass.

"Good job dough boy, I didn't know you had it in you to talk back," Santana praises, genuinely impressed that Finn said that as calmly as he did.

"Thanks Santana," Finn grins at the compliment he didn't expect.

"Finn, stop being nice to her," Quinn hisses, elbowing his side.

"You aren't the boss of me Quinn, so you're the one who can stop."

"Another come back from Finnessa! He is on fire ladies and gents," Santana whoops, the whole group appreciated the fact that Finn was starting to stand up for himself. But that still didn't excuse what he did to Rachel.

"Ok guys, focus. Your assignment for this week is to come up with your own song, you can work in groups of two or by yourself. Either way, I want everyone to at least have some lyrics. You can start working on that now," Mr. Schue then turned to face Sue and the two start to, surprisingly, talk to each other, without yelling.

"So love, you wanna work together?" Sebastian asks Rachel, still running his hands through her hair.

"Sure Sebastian," she replies, smiling at him.

"Damn you, you bastard! I was gonna ask her to be my partner!" Puck yells, punching Sebastian's arm.

"Noah! That was not nice! Apologize to Sebastian right now!" Rachel yells, glaring at Puck.

"Sorry," Puck mutters, secretly afraid of what Rachel would do if he didn't. He taught his girl how to punch and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her surprisingly painful punches.

"Would you like to come over today so we can work on the song?" Rachel asks Sebastian, content with Puck's apology.

"Sure Rach, I would love that."

"Can we come over too? After practice?" Brittany asks, gesturing to herself and Artie.

"That's perfectly fine! Artie do you want to ride home with me?" Rachel asks, smiling gently at Artie.

"Thanks Rachel that would be great!"

"Well if they're coming over, then you should know the rest of us will probably show up with Britt," Puck says and the rest nod in agreement.

"Fine, but you guys can't sleep over again!"

"But you always make breakfast!" Puck whines, sad that he would have to miss out on Rachel's kick-ass pancakes.

"Then wake up early and drive over!"

"But Rachel," Puck pouts and widens his eyes.

"Don't give me those eyes Noah!" Rachel yells, shielding her eyes from his admittedly adorable gaze.

"But they always work!"

"That's why i don't want to look at you!"

"That and because you're fugly," Santana adds, smirking.

"Bitch," Puck hisses, quickly changing his innocent expression to a glare aimed at Santana.

"Hell yeah, mother fucker," Santana replies, proud of her bitchy status. She owned that shit like no one else.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class and everyone filed out of the classroom. Brittany pushed Artie out of the classroom, followed by Sebastian and Rachel with the rest of the group trailing along behind them.

"We'll see you at Rachel's house guys," Kurt says, waving bye to the athletes of the group.

"Kurt, you can ride with Artie and I too." Rachel

"Thanks Diva! Now tell me do you have those delicious vegetables chips at home or can we drop by the store to buy some?"

"I think we have to go buy some at the store, Santana and Brittany finished them last time. Sebastian are you okay with going to the store with us?"

"Where you go, I go Rach," Sebastian responds, smiling at her causing Rachel to smile and Kurt to swoon.

"Let's go before these Rach and Sebastian start having sex in front of everyone," Artie suggests, smiling at Rachel's happiness. He had gotten closer to Rachel over the summer when she hung out with Brittany. Whenever Brittany had to stay home, Rachel would always drive Artie over to Brittany's house so the two could hang out together.

Rachel blushes at Artie's remark before distancing herself from Sebastian. Sebastian wouldn't have any of that and wrapped his arm around Rachel's waist, pulling her closer to him. Kurt opened the door for all of them and they all walked over to Rachel's car. Sebastian helped Artie get inside the car while Kurt and Rachel collapsed his wheelchair so it could fit in the space next to Artie. Sebastian shut Artie's door and walked over to help Rachel put the wheelchair on the other side, while Kurt got into the passenger seat.

"So, Rachel," Sebastian says as he opens the door and puts the wheelchair inside.

"So, Sebastian," Rachel replies, smiling cheekily as Sebastian closed the door.

"Aren't you just sassy? Rachel, I was thinking you and I should hang out without your group one day. Dinner, I think would be the best time for us to hang out. Let's say, you and I go to a restaurant of your choosing, because ladies always get a choice, this Friday," Sebastian says, opening Rachel's door for her and offers his hand to help her get inside the car. She smiles and gracefully takes his hand and she climbs into the car and seats herself properly, Sebastian still holding her right hand.

"I would love that," she finally replies, smiling up at Sebastian. He grins and kisses her hand, before reaching for the car door and pushing it slightly in front of him.

"Well, you've just made me the happiest and luckiest man in the world, I am forever grateful," he replies and closes her car door before strolling to his own car. Rachel looked away from his figure, looked forward and squealed in happiness.

"Well, well Miss Diva what was that? Or should I call you Mrs. Smythe now?" Kurt asks grinning widely.

That's it for now! Sorry for the cliffhanger guys, I just wanted to post this chapter already since Ihaven't updated in forever. Please review, follow, and/or favorite this story! I appreciate all of your opinions.

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