Hello hello :D I am happy to introduce you to another of my stories, so, I was blocked while writing a chapter for my other fic (Your Heart Is My Limit, if you haven't read it you should, it's really good xD I think.) and I came up with this idea, I've tried to write it like a million times but it never was quite right, until now. I have to tell you that I'm really excited about this one, I really like the concept. This is season two, born this way episode, I watched the episode recently, I hated Rachel's reaction and everybody's reaction really, I am not here to change that though, just Rachel, a little. While I was watching I noticed what a weak and insecure person Rachel had become and I do change that around. Some details about Jesse's life will come up as the story goes on, this is AU btw. Anyway, I hope you like it. Enjoy!
Rachel couldn't believe what was happening to her. For one she was in a doctor's office, but no, not just any doctor; a plastic surgeon, and why?
Because of Finn Hudson.
Yes, of course it hadn't been on purpose, he just had accidentally hit her on the nose and broken it. And Rachel was really starting to think that Finn was a real danger when you put him on a dance floor, it should be forbidden from now on, or at least she would never have him as a dance partner ever again; her nose had been the straw that broke the spleen, Finn always used to hit her head with the-not so-elaborated dance moves and stepped on her tip toes every time they did a turn, thank god Rachel Berry put professionalism first and never once exploded by yelling at Finn or do as much as a squirm or a flinch on stage. She had her goals set and wasn't going to let anybody screw that up. She was just grateful that they all were in the auditorium when Finn decided to let lose and not in some big competition, for example Nationals, which were just coming up. Her junior year just about to end as well.
She was tapping her foot impatiently, the waiting room was empty, just she and Finn, waiting. Rachel could sense Finn was trying to make eye contact with her, he wanted to apologize but she wasn't ready to forgive him, and not just for the broken nose. For everything. And the straight stare was starting to make her feel claustrophobic.
The door at the end of the room opened and a curly haired boy, with blue shining eyes stepped out of it, he was wearing dark blue scrubs and a superior smirk. Rachel had to admit he was by far the most attractive person she had seen in a long while and also quite a total stranger, but she would most rather be with him than with Finn; the most recent of her nightmares.
"Rachel Berry?" The guy asked for confirmation, looking at her.
"Yes." She answered too sure of herself for someone who just had her nose broken, and quite frankly; some of her dignity stolen.
"Come with me please, the doctor will see you now." Rachel nodded at the dismissive tone of the guy and stepped up, Finn following her actions.
"What are you doing?" Rachel demanded, frowning, obviously still mad at him.
"Rach, I'm-"
"Don't call me that." She interrupted him harshly.
"You don't want to go in there alone...remember when you got laryngitis, you said that with me there you didn't feel so nervous anymore." Finn spoke with that constipated half smirk he always sported when he was feeling unsure of himself and needed a real ego bust, which usually came from the girl that was making him feel so unnecessarily guilty at the moment.
"You don't know what I want. And, that was last year. Wait for me here." She commanded. It was nice to be the one in charge for a change, but not a second later, somebody else would turn it around.
"Uh, if you don't mind, I have work, so little girl would your rush this show of yours and come with me?" Rachel was taken aback for a second, obviously not used to being treated like that by staff of some service she was clearly paying a lot to get.
But then again, she was a professional and mature young lady and not any unchivalrous man would change that. So she just nodded one more time and stepped ahead, passed the door and the clearly inpatient curly haired guy.
"Okay, sit down on this chair, the doctor is on his way." He was about to exit the examination room until he heard one squeaky yet strong voice complain.
"On his way?!" Rachel yelled, with her eyes wide opened. "You told me he would see me now." The guy tilted his head to the right, as if he was seeing some unexplored new specie rise from where he had least expected.
"Well, I lied, does that make you angry, sweetheart?" Rachel was indignant, she could not believe she was being treated this way.
"You could get fired, you know that? Most importantly, I could get you fired." She threatened, inter-closing her eyes to make her face factions look as severe as her tone was. That was why she couldn't be more angered when she heard what she heard: laughter.
"You know, for the look on your face, I didn't thought you would have such a sense of humor." He mocked.
Rachel's jaw clenched, and her eyes opened wider, she felt her face start to heat up, but could feel her stare become colder at every second.
"That's it, I'm calling my dad, he will write your boss a letter, and you'll be out of here by this afternoon." The guy smirked pleasantly.
"Please, be my guest." Rachel frowned, trying to hide her confusion. She took her phone out of her bag and when she was just about to dial, she examined the guy's face again; calmed as can be, not a single worry, just the tiniest bit of a challenge set on his eyes, and she kept her phone once again on her bag. "What's that now? Are you scared?" He dared one more time, only this time with just his words, the last look on his face gone.
"No, I just decided you're not worth my time." She said dismissively.
The guy arched one brow in reluctance to let his minimal surprise be exposed to her. He always loved a good will game. But he shrugged, suddenly losing interest on the brown eyed girl, weakness was a total turn off.
He cleared his throat, while he opened a drawer and took a pair of surgical gloves, moving towards her to check on her nose. "So, what caused you this, sweetheart?" Rachel growled at the memory and also at the newly annoying nickname.
"A few bad gone dance moves." She said absentmindedly, trying to distract herself on something else to take the pain away from her head.
"I see, well, this just looks like somebody hit you, real hard. And let me clear this out, he is not hitting you because he loves you." Rachel scowled at the comment but anyways carried on.
"Nobody hit me, on purpose anyway." The guy only raised one brow at her, questioning.
"How come?"
"I told you, he's not the greatest dancer, he got a little way over excited and hit me accidentally." Rachel explained, gesturing outside the door.
"When you say he, you mean the guy sitting at the waiting room?" He asked, smirking and then chuckling softly, like something funny had crossed his mind, but Rachel didn't give any attention to that.
"Yes." She said before sighing, finding that action a little more hurtful than she had expected it to, so far she had been breathing so softly and slowly for her nose to not hurt she had almost forgotten about it.
"Did you already put some ice on it?" He asked.
"On what?" Not after too long of saying that, was that she realized what a stupid question it had been, but she was just out of reach right now. She did wish she could put some ice on her heart, which was currently hurt and needed some relieve.
"Your nose?" He said, softly smiling at her. Like if he had the same pain as her by smiling completely. Solidarity, she thought, but that would just be idiotic.
"Uh, yes, on my way here."
"Well, it is broken from what I can see, it has swollen down a little, and maybe it'll continue until the doctor has arrived." He took the gloves off and threw them to the trash, he was determined to walk out of the room again until the same voice as before, just slightly less up-salted, spoke.
"You know, I called in before I came here, I've paid for this appointment. He better have one hell of an excuse." Rachel said, nearly gone to anger again, but not just yet.
"Trust me, he doesn't. He does know how to fix what people don't like about themselves, but he is the biggest asshole I've ever met, and that's me talking." Although Rachel didn't know the young man, at all, she felt the need to laugh at that, and she lived another minute to regret that. Her nose started to pound and sting from the inside, it was strange how often she forgot about her current situation. She whined at the pain.
"Shit." Her hands instinctually moved to her nose, but the guy stopped her from making a worse mistake with that.
"Hey, don't touch that. Any more sudden moves and your block will get a little more awry." Rachel's heart stopped at his words.
"My nose is crooked?!" She yelled dramatically.
"It's just something that often happens when noses are broken." He explains with no interest on her complains.
"I can't live like this. I will never fulfill my dream of being a star on Broadway without symmetry! I will never succeed at anything!" The guy watched amazed at how, such a small town girl, with her heart on the eyes could be such a pessimist, but he was never one to judge people by looks, that was why he was working at a plastic surgeons private practice.
And when he was finally done with hearing her complain, he spoke.
"Relax! For God sakes, it can be fixed, when it has swollen down more, don't worry, sweetheart." Rachel touched her chest for dramatics and her mouth emitted some kind of relieved noise.
"Oh, that's great. And...Could you please stop calling me sweetheart...uh, whatever your name is?" She asked, psychopath smile on, but she could not quite put that in move since her face muscles weren't working at their tops.
"I guess I could call you broken nose girl, but we get a lot of them here. It would just get confusing." He offered, joking.
"Funny." She noted sarcastically. "I always thought medicine people were a lot smarter." He laughed out loud.
"You're not any better if you're calling them medicine people, which by the way I am not." He said grinning proudly, in spite of be wearing those scrubs.
Rachel rolled her eyes at him, although she had to accept she had kind of walked in to that one. She had to work on her terminology.
"Now, seriously, what is your name?" She asked, trying to change the subject and hopefully have not gotten across like a total dumbass.
"I'm not going to tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because not ten minutes ago you were threatening with getting me unemployed, I'm not an idiot." Rachel felt a little more powerful all of a sudden with his words, not knowing exactly why.
"I can just identify you, I have a very good memory." She threatened once more.
"Yes, well, my good looks are fairly easy to recognize. I always thought my face would look amazing in a national ad campaign, wouldn't you agree?" He added smugly, still smirking at the petite brunette girl who was trying to intimidate him, nobody ever could, and she wouldn't either.
"You're so full of yourself." She accused.
"I am, indeed, but with always a good reason." He said, before winking at her and finally going out of the room, succeeded at his third try.
Two minutes later the surgeon came in and told her the same the guy had, with a big drive away from the subject of the recovery of her nose; he suggested a nose job. It would make her look fairly better, but definitely not the same. There was a chance that her singing would improve and that was a good enough excuse for Rachel. With all this possibilities on her mind, the blue eyed cocky guy was moved down on her list.
Soooo, what do you think of this? Do you like it, or you don't? Let me know if you want me to keep writting about this :D Please leave me a review with your opinion on it and it would be really appreciated and noted, all constructive criticism is very well welcomed as well. Thank you for reading ;)