TWO

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THE NEW DIRECTIONS were all extremely talented, and unfortunately, dancing was not one of their shared skills. In an early week practice, where their teacher had come up with an awful choreography to an old disco song, not one of them got the steps right—except maybe Rachel.

So, to prepare for future competitions, or just potential performances, Faye decided to go against her better judgement, and ask Rachel Berry for help.

She was awkwardly sat with her legs crossed on the foot of Rachel's neatly made bed, slapping her legs while looking around her room to pass time.

Rachel pushed her bedroom door open with her hip, kicking it closed with her foot. She seemed unusually smiley and Faye was worried that she put something in her water.

The brunette placed her glass on her bedside locker, throwing herself on the bed to sit in front of Faye. "So," She smacked the bedsheets in front of her, making Faye flinch and spill a little of her water.

"Are you and Dylan dating?" She wondered, smiling manically at her possibly new friend.

The blonde breathed out a little laugh, shaking her head. "No, we're just friends."

Rachel raised her eyebrows in disbelief, bringing her glass up to her lips. "I wish I could believe you." She muttered.

Faye gently nudged her leg with her foot, rolling her eyes playfully. "I came here to learn how to dance, not to be investigated." She snarked.

Rachel put her hands up in a defensive manner, trying not to smile. "Okay, keep your secrets. I won't push."

The blonde leaned her head into her hands, laughing quietly. "Okay, I might like someone." She admitted.

Rachel widened her eyes, clapping her hands as if she had just watched Barbra Streisand preform. "Oh, my gosh, who is it?!" She squealed.

Faye simply shrugged, pulling her sleeves over her hands. "That's more like a sleepover secret—so maybe another time."

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Mr Schuester wanted the new directions to fail—well, unintentionally of course. He decided disco was the best way to encourage people to join the glee club, but he couldn't be more wrong. Disco was the fastest way for them to get food thrown at them.

Faye and Dylan were moping down the hallway, hitting their shoulders against each others as they waddled.

"We're gonna die." Faye worried. "They're actually gonna kill us dead."

Slinging his arm over her, Dylan tried to be optimistic. "Maybe we've been misjudging them." The blonde looked at him in disbelief, choking back a laugh. "I'm serious. Who knows, they might enjoy it."

"Yeah, they'll enjoy throwing us in dumpsters afterwards."

"Yeah, you're probably right." He admitted, slumping his shoulders.

Walking towards the two losers, Noah Puckerman held a devious smirk on his face. Neither of them were paying attention and it made the situation much more fun for the football player.

He leaned up against Fayes locker, a seductive grin playing on his lips. Once his stare had settled on her, she reluctantly got her books out of her locker with Dylan across the hall doing the same thing.

Trying her best to ignore him proved to be more difficult than anticipated. His stare was unsettling, making her shudder uncomfortably.

"I'm not gonna bite you, babe." He said in a flirty manner. "Unless you're into that kind of thing."

"You're not my type, Puckerman." She rolled her eyes, trying desperately to quicken her pace.

"I'm everyone's type." He attempted to reach for her arm, but came up short when Dylan forced himself between the two.

"Puck, Puckasauras, Pucklemonster.." He greeted, blocking Noah's view from Faye. "How ya doing?"

Puck rolled his eyes, running his tongue over his top set of teeth. "It's a little bit rude to interrupt a conversation, don't you think?"

"Oh, bite me." He snarled back, grabbing Fayes hand and taking her to the gym where Rachel was holding a secret glee meeting.

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Rachel had an idea, and Mr Schuester was for sure going to get in the way. She payed a freshman to ask him for help with irregular verbs, hoping it would distract him long enough.

Before Rachel could get to the important part of the meeting, Mercedes rolled her head back in annoyance. "I am so sick of hearing you squawk Eva Peron."

Faye rested her head on Dylan's shoulder, waiting for Rachel to get to the point.

"Let her talk." Finn said, getting a wide mouthed stare from Faye.

"I have another idea for the assembly." Rachel told them, a confident smirk on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Artie spoke up. "Can I once again stress my most strenuous objection to this attempted suicide?" 

"They are not gonna kill us." Rachel declared. "Because we're gonna give them what they want."

"Blood?" Kurt leered.

"Better. Sex."

Sheepishly raising her hand, Faye had some concerns. "How are we supposed to sell sex, if no one wants to have sex with us?"

Dylan gave her a hard nudge in her side, almost knocking her off her seat. "I'd totally have sex with you."

Rachel narrowed her eyes at his statement, snapping her head back to look at Finn. "Just trust me. This'll work." She Insisted with a slight nod of her head.