Don't Wanna Know

Rachel Berry☆.18. Social.Bisexual Hello, Im Rachel Berry and Im a senior at McKinley High School. Im in the Journalism, Photography club along with being in the glee club. I also put a golden star behind my name after I sign my name. Im also a waitress at Breadsitx, knowing that having that on my resume will help me on my way towards the Broadway Stage.

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socialsebastian:

I’m aware that my silence has been a cause for concern for many of you and my presence has, of course, been missed but I have finally returned, though not without injury. Fortunately, the worst of it all has been my fractured wrist, a now painful reminder of that night. I came out a victor and my win has been tainted. But fear not for I will discover who that driver was and they will pay for what they have done in due time.

What have I missed? Anything?

Well, I for one is happy to see you back around and I was going to send some flowers but I spaced it. How’s your wrist doing? I gotten some glasses, so that’s something for sure.

[berrysoc-blog]

hopelessly-sandradee:

So I talked to Principle Sylvester about an activity to maybe lift spirits lately and though she didn’t share my amusement in my planning. I proposed we have a bake sale on National Pi Day! That way it’s school appropriate because math, and also baking appropriate because pie!

She told me if I can rally enough people who’d like to be involved we can make it an actual day. Bringing baked goods wouldn’t be mandatory, if you didn’t want to, I know we’re not all kitchen savvy but showing up with a smile and good vibes couldn’t hurt right?

It’s not till March, so just something to keep in mind guys!

Count me in, I haven’t baked in a while and I have missed it, a lot. If we need a meeting place, we can meet up at my house? If we get enough people, of course.

[berrysoc-blog]

Text II All

Becky: Ugh one of you all or someone find me a date. But make sure its not one of those losers, that belong in the deep ocean with the fishies.

Rachel: What do you like in a significant other? I promise, it won't be a greaser.

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RAGE → BROCHEL

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socialbrody:

Brody would laugh at her words if they weren’t so damn irritating. “You understand?” He didn’t think about it as he took a few steps closer to her. He didn’t think about what he was saying, or the fact that he was becoming irrationally angry at her. “I was humiliated! In front of all of them! I went out there expecting to win only to have that… that… Greaser get the best of me!”

Rachel swallowed hard as he spoke and raised an eyebrow when he called Finn a greaser. "You know, Finn's a Soc now and quite frankly, Im sure he will get his ass handed to him." She took a step back. "You know what, you need to calm down because I dont want to talk to you when you're raising your voice at me."

[socialbrody-blog]

RAGE → BROCHEL

[berrysoc-blog]

socialbrody:

Rachel’s voice should have soothed him. Normally, it would have. There was something about her that he liked but that was exactly the problem in that moment. He liked her and she had just watched him fail. It made his loss all that more bitter. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just reached down and opened his bag, pulling free his shirt and tugging it on. Only then did he turn to face her. “If you didn’t notice, I lost! How do you think I am? What are you even doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in there cheering on the rest of your friends?” Were he thinking rationally, he’d want her with him but he couldn’t stand the thought that she could see him as weak for that one loss.

Rachel took a deep breath as she listened to him and stepped a bit closer to him. "I realize that you lost against Finn and I understand that. I understand why you're upset. Im here to check on you, Brody. Not really, they'll be fine." She said as she looked at him. She wanted to reach out to him, but she wasnt for sure how he would take it.

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RAGE → BROCHEL

Pain shot through his side as he picked himself up off of the ground and, licking his lips, he could taste the copper tang of his blood but he didn’t care. Brody was livid. He had lost. To Finn Hudson of all people and he couldn’t stand it. He watched the other guy for a moment before taking a few steps forward. There was no way that he was letting the guy just walk off a winner. No. Brody wanted at him again but it was only the intervention of one of his ‘friends’ that made him turn away. There was no point in going after Finn now. Or so he continued to tell himself as he walked away from the ring. He barely stopped long enough to gather up the bag with his belongings before he was storming out into the cold night air. He barely felt the chill of the night on his overheated skin with his blood boiling and anger still rising. Dropping his bag, he curled his hands into fists. The sound of footsteps behind him had him pausing. Who would be stupid enough to come after him? Couldn’t they see that he just needed to be alone? Firmly believing it was one of his lackeys, he kept his eyes forward and snapped, “What do you want?”

[berrysoc-blog]

Rachel knew that Brody would take getting beaten by Finn hard, so when he left, she had to run after him. She grabbed her things, excused herself from the ring and headed outside. She let out a breath of relief when she spotted him and stopped when he snapped. "I wanted to check on you."

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Text ✉ Janechel

Jane: You were wondering? About a nobody like me?

Jane: ...no? I was actually just wondering if you could give me advice. See I kind of made a deal with my parents that I could get into the Warblers.

Jane: I know, easier said than done but it was all I could think of as a bargaining chip so I could stay in drama.

Jane: So...got anything?

Rachel: I might have dug up some information about you and your family, harmless. Promise.

Rachel: Ooooh. I see.

Rachel: Well, if you want, we can meet up tomorrow morning? And discuss it in person?

Rachel: I think I might have something.

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socialbrody:

I like the sound of that. Don’t ever stop taking the initiative. That confidence is a good look on you. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t pick you up? I’ll be at your door at 8.

Great. Well, I promise I won’t from now on. Says the guy that makes everything look good on him. I guess its a good thing it’s staying. True and Im looking forward to it, Brody.

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socialbrody:

Yes, really. You want to look at me and I like your eyes on me. I like that you’ve taken the initiative. Then I will. Go out with me tomorrow night. Dinner. Maybe a movie at my place. Just the two of us with no interruptions. 

Then that settles it,. Maybe my eyes should be on you much longer than once in a while. Good, because honestly, I like it, a lot. Sounds perfect, what time should I come by?

[berrysoc-blog]

TWITTER 🐦UPDATE.

@socialsebastian: @rberry That I am. Wish you were here.

@socialsebastian: Oh, just Puck and Santana taking credit for what happened to Marley at the Bash, is all. It proved my point that it was Greasers who did it, not Socials, and that I was not involved as I was wrongly accused of being.

@rberry: I wish I was there. @socialsebastian

@rberry: Oooooooooh. Yet, people will still paint you the villain to their unfortunate sob story, which isn't right.

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socialbrody:

I wouldn’t dream of having anyone else tend to me. I think we can arrange that. If I play my cards right, huh? You can count on that. Are you asking me out, Rachel, because I do like the sound of that. Wine you, dine you, show you the night of your life. When are you free?

Good to hear. Oh really? Yeah, if you play your cards right Mr. Weston. That, I am actually since I don’t like keep someone waiting. Now, I feel like you should be asking me out with that talk. Im free tonight and tomorrow night.

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TEXT 📲 SEBCHEL.

SEBASTIAN: I completely understand, Rachel. The life of a Social is a busy one.

SEBASTIAN: A rain check for when I get back into town sounds lovely.

RACHEL: Oh you know it.

RACHEL: Great. How's it going so far?

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TWITTER 🐦UPDATE.

@socialsebastian: Since I am on a private jet on the way to Paris, I decided to catch up with Tumblr, more specifically, The Buzz.

@socialsebastian: All I have to say is that a.) some people owe me an apology and b.) I was right. Greaser on Greaser humiliation. Sad but not shocking.

@rberry: Sounds like you're living the dream.

@rberry:....Wait, what happen?

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socialbrody:

Then I suggest you focus on the ‘hot’ aspect of it. I rather like the idea of you enjoying the sight of me shirtless and fighting. Not bad? What can I do to turn that ‘not bad’ into ‘handsome’ or, even better, ‘hot’? Do tell, Miss Berry, what will I have to do to have the privilege to be graced with your lovely presence before the fight?

As along you’ll let me fix you up if you get injured and take care of you. Oh really? Huh, well I guess you should be shirtless around me more. Well, if you play your cards right, that’s how. Hm, sweet talk me and take me out for dinner, seduce me.

[berrysoc-blog]

TEXT 📲 SEBCHEL.

SEBASTIAN: That's what I like to hear, Berry. I would say this weekend but I'll be out of town.

SEBASTIAN: Thursday night at the Country Club? You, me, and a bottle of whatever tickles your fancy?

RACHEL: I completely suck at returning text messages and I saw the picture, I hope you're having fun!

RACHEL: Rain check since I didn't show up last night?

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socialbrody:

Let me guess, you were hooked from that point on. You can’t be blamed for that. There’s always something exciting about a fight. That is likely to happen since you are rather stunning. I guess I’ll just have to listen to that beautiful voice of yours encouraging me on.

Maybe I was and I know. Well, seeing you fighting, is rather hot even though I don’t like violence. You’re not bad yourself either and I guess so. Maybe you could listen to it before the fight, but you’ll have to play your cards right.

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socialbrody:

That they will. I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who enjoys a good fight, but I am pleased to have been mistaken. With a beauty such as yourself cheering on from the sidelines, I am sure to win. 

Well, you know. After dealing with the Greasers every day and with you fighting, I figured I should check it out. What if you get blinded by my beauty though?