Untitled Drabble and OMG What is WRONG With Me?!
Someone posted a prompt for Rachel's first period happening at school on the glee_angst_meme. I thought I'd fill it.
Unfortunately I forgot that I'm a total DORK who can't be trusted to angst like Judy Blume when the are pop culture related horror scenes to spoof.
SCENE. INT. GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM
It is after gym and several of the girls (QUINN, SANTANA, BRITTANY) wander in and out of the communal showers, laughing as they talk about which guy was trying to see down who's shirt. RACHEL BERRY stands apart and to one side. She looks lonely, the other girls are obviously ignoring her, but RACHEL doesn't seem to mind, and she quietly sings along to the Andrew Lloyd Webber soundtrack that only she hears.
The soap drops. RACHEL looks down. Blood slowly drips down between her legs, turning the water pink before it goes down the drain.
RACHEL looks confused and alarmed. Cautiously she reaches between her legs and feels around for a moment before she pulls her hand back to see blood covering it.
RACHEL panics. She staggers blindly out into the locker room, crying and begging for help from someone, anyone, but QUINN only wrenches away from her in horror when RACHEL grabs on to her shoulders, pleading for her to call the nurse.
SANTANA flings a tampon at RACHEL in disgust. BRITTANY thinks it's a game and throws one as well, laughing wildly.
No one else really understands what is happening, but if the three coolest girls in school are doing it, well they'd better, too. Crying RACHEL is buried in an avalanche of tampons and pads.
RACHEL panics. Her face rearranges itself into a mask of determination. No crossing into the threshold of womanhood is going to get in her way! She marches into the locker room.
RACHEL: Quinn? Quinn Fabray! I've noticed that you are one of the only girls in gym class who doesn't shamelessly stuff her bra. What cup size are you? I can only surmise from your ample bosom that you've begun your menstral cycle. Could I bother you for a maxi pad?
QUINN: Ew, what is your problem, Berry?
RACHEL: I would ask Santana, but I'm afraid that she likely uses tampons, and as I'm not ready to give away my virginity to anyone or anything other than the man of my dreams, that simply is not acceptable.
QUINN shrieks and runs away.
RACHEL sighs.
RACHEL: Do I really have to start going up to every girl in this room who has been needlessly viscious to me in the last six months before I find someone who is premenstral and not just a terrible person?
Outraged RACHEL is buried in an avalanche of tampons and pads.
IDEK
Unfortunately I forgot that I'm a total DORK who can't be trusted to angst like Judy Blume when the are pop culture related horror scenes to spoof.
SCENE. INT. GIRL'S LOCKER ROOM
It is after gym and several of the girls (QUINN, SANTANA, BRITTANY) wander in and out of the communal showers, laughing as they talk about which guy was trying to see down who's shirt. RACHEL BERRY stands apart and to one side. She looks lonely, the other girls are obviously ignoring her, but RACHEL doesn't seem to mind, and she quietly sings along to the Andrew Lloyd Webber soundtrack that only she hears.
The soap drops. RACHEL looks down. Blood slowly drips down between her legs, turning the water pink before it goes down the drain.
RACHEL looks confused and alarmed. Cautiously she reaches between her legs and feels around for a moment before she pulls her hand back to see blood covering it.
RACHEL panics. She staggers blindly out into the locker room, crying and begging for help from someone, anyone, but QUINN only wrenches away from her in horror when RACHEL grabs on to her shoulders, pleading for her to call the nurse.
SANTANA flings a tampon at RACHEL in disgust. BRITTANY thinks it's a game and throws one as well, laughing wildly.
No one else really understands what is happening, but if the three coolest girls in school are doing it, well they'd better, too. Crying RACHEL is buried in an avalanche of tampons and pads.
RACHEL panics. Her face rearranges itself into a mask of determination. No crossing into the threshold of womanhood is going to get in her way! She marches into the locker room.
RACHEL: Quinn? Quinn Fabray! I've noticed that you are one of the only girls in gym class who doesn't shamelessly stuff her bra. What cup size are you? I can only surmise from your ample bosom that you've begun your menstral cycle. Could I bother you for a maxi pad?
QUINN: Ew, what is your problem, Berry?
RACHEL: I would ask Santana, but I'm afraid that she likely uses tampons, and as I'm not ready to give away my virginity to anyone or anything other than the man of my dreams, that simply is not acceptable.
QUINN shrieks and runs away.
RACHEL sighs.
RACHEL: Do I really have to start going up to every girl in this room who has been needlessly viscious to me in the last six months before I find someone who is premenstral and not just a terrible person?
Outraged RACHEL is buried in an avalanche of tampons and pads.
IDEK