Fanfiction - Glee - Worst Superpower Ever (Chapter 6)
Title: Worst Superpower Ever (Chapter 6)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1000+
Pairing: Faberry
Spoilers: The Substitute. Also, AU for superpowers
Summary: Based on this prompt:
Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn.
Pairings: Faberry eventually, side Britanna
Previous Parts can be found here:
Prologue (written by vsquared_k)
Chapter 1 (written by llaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88)
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse)
Chapter 4 (written by shyath)
Chapter 5 (written by vsquared_k)
Holding herself up on the closest desk Rachel stood up slowly, and shakily straightened herself, trying to focus on the shortest way to reach the door. She just needed to find out which of the three doors was the right one.
“Found it!” She slammed into the wall before sliding on the floor “Or Not.”
She held her head in her hands: she couldn’t go home like this, not until she managed to stop the world from spinning crazily around her. Even if she could find the right door, which wasn’t an easy task, she certainly couldn’t put herself and others at risk by driving in this condition…
*\o/*
For the second time in few hours, thumping noises woke Rachel up, but she was glad that this time the elephants weren’t in her head, but….outside?
Rachel opened her eyes “Wow, I’m literally seeing stars…I thought this only happened in cartoons. However, this certainly explains why my head hurts so much,” she muttered before closing her eyes again.
*thump*
She shot up, one hand massaging her forehead and the other holding the object responsible for her new lump.
“I’ve never know that a falling star could hurt so much!” She rubbed her sore spot “I wonder if it’s metaphor pertaining my future Broadway career…maybe it’s a warning to be wary of less fortunate colleagues...” She looked at her hand. “Venus just hit on me,” she giggled before stopping abruptly as images of Quinn changing in the bathroom came to her mind.
“Stop thinking about it,” she told herself as she stood up unsteadily. “Focus on getting out of this room.”
This time she found the door the first time, but she hesitated to open it; she didn’t think she could pull off strutting through the hallway bare chested. No matter how confident she was, it would be worse than Finn walking in his underwear. No thanks, she would like to keep whatever little ounce of dignity she still had.
She peeked out of the door, her arm shooting out and pulling a familiar figure into the room.
“What the-” Tina yelp as she found herself falling on top of Rachel Berry, her hands cupping her bare breasts while Rachel’s were on her ass.
“Sorry.” Rachel tried to smile.
“What is going on?” the Asian girl asked, bewildered by Rachel’s state of undress, as well as why they were still in that compromising position and didn’t move.
“I would like to know that too.”
Tina scrambled off Rachel. “T-t-this is no-not w-w-what it se-see-seems,” she stuttered out.
“Sushi, leave us alone.”
Sue didn’t need to tell her twice.
“Cover yourself,” she turned her head, grimacing.
“So, what? My Cheerios aren’t enough anymore?” she asked eyeing the ruined Cheerio’s top Rachel was clenching to cover herself. “Wait, I don’t want to know. Let’s go to my office.” She marched out of the room.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sue was back in the class, as soon as she noticed that Rachel wasn’t behind her.
“If I may, coach…I don’t think that walking in the hallway like this would be beneficial to my reputation, or yours, or the school for the matters, and probably the principal,” Rachel Berry said, oddly calm.
“Please, not another word about him. His reason for life is to make my life difficult.” the woman scowled “Wait here.”
Rachel raised an eyebrow, both at the oddity of the statement, since it would be more fitting the opposite, and at the order. Where did she think she could go, half naked?
Sue stepped out of the room, returning few seconds and a yelp later.
“Put this on.” She threw what she was holding in her hand at Rachel.
Taking the cloth that landed on her head, the brunette turned around to change, or better, to dress herself.
“Where did you find this?” Rachel looked at herself disgusted, as a black enormous and amorphous t-shirt covered her body till mid-thigh.
“Always better than your puke-inducing sweater.”
“I like them.”
“You’re the only one. They should call the animal protection to report you.” Sue opened the door.
“Will it look like I’m in trouble?” Rachel asked worriedly.
“You are trouble. Come on, Lady Godiva”
“If I had a horse it would be more much theatrical,” she mumbled following the coach.
*\o/*
“Well? Start talking. I don’t have all day. I’ve better things to do, and frankly all those sequins are hurting my eyes.” Once in her office Sue eyed the t-shirt on Rachel. “What kind of boy wear something like this? Not even Porcelain. Or maybe it was a girl, a fat girl, seeing the size. You look like one of those disco balls.”
Rachel stood silent in her chair in front of Sue’s desk, biting her tongue as the woman suggested she had spherical features.
“I wonder what those sequins would look like on Schue’s head.” Her eyes sparkled maniacally before squinting at Rachel. “Why aren’t you talking?”
Rachel curbed the urge to roll her eyes: nobody ever got away unscathed with interrupting Sue’s speech, and she honestly had already enough problems on her own. “I haven’t see Santana and Brittany since yesterday, but I’m sure that if they are engaging in coupling activities on school ground, I’ll find them. Do you want me to find them?”
“Not this time. While I’ll reluctantly admit that your perverted habit is mildly helpful to keep track of my Cheerios’ activities, especially since my squad revealed itself to be a nest of sneaky lesbians, I’m not talking about that.”
“Then I’m afraid I have no knowledge of what you’re asking me.” She looked at the woman confused.
“I talking about the fact that my head cheerleader was seen wearing a horrible polka-dotted shirt that made her resemble a Dalmatian. It’s a pity Cruella didn’t get to exterminate that pitiful race.”
“Oh...” Rachel blinked. That would explain where her shirt went, since she woke up without it on her back. Her hunch about Quinn being with her was right, but it didn’t answer the biggest question: what had happened?
“Don’t you have anything else to say? I thought I made myself clear about your interactions with my Cheerios.”
“It’s not like that!” ‘at least, I think...’ she thought to herself.
“Then you’re trying to convert her to your fetish cult of animal sweaters?” She grimaced “I preferred the first option, as much as it made me sick to think about it.”
“Coach, I don’t know exactly what it happened. One moment Quinn was dragging me into a class, and the next one I woke up alone with a bump in my head...” She trailed off, rubbing the knot.
“And what did Q want from you? I’m sure that she wouldn’t want to be seen with you.” Sue ignored the offended look on Rachel’s face. “What were you doing?”
“I don’t know, I mean, she was the one dragging me!”
“Really, Berry, how it’s possible that you never shut up, but when you need to talk, it’s like trying to make conversation with my pet piranhas?”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t know what you want me to say?”
“Did you just talk back to me?” Sue asked, shocked “I hope it’s the hit that rendered you temporarily stupid enough to do so.”
“I thought so” she continued, taking Rachel’s silence as agreement. “Now, where we were? Yes, why Quinn wanted to subject herself with your presence?”
“I’ll let you know that my company is perfectly delightful and interesting and-”
“Berry...” Sue warned her.
“She might have found me in a...” she squirmed “Compromising position”
“And where did this occur?”
Rachel glared at her, “In Ms. Pillsbury’s office.”
“Nobody is safe with you,” Sue shivered, “I’ve never been so glad that having my ovaries removed years ago put me out of the women category. Is there any woman who you haven’t molested?”
A knock interrupted them.
“Come in.”
“Coach, you wanted to see me?”
TBC...
A/N: Many thanks to vsquared_k for the help.
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