Author's Note:Saw a RP on Tumblr with a text saying "Quitting my job would be bad, right?" And this kind of just came to me. This is the first thing that I'm publishing on here, not sure if anything like it has been done..or if this is even any good. I'm working on a longer story, but who knows if I'll post it any time soon or at all. Also, sorry this is so short, if you like it..I promise the next will be longer!
Funny Girl rehearsal was kicking her ass. Having spent over twelve hours at the theater doing prep work for the show, it was safe to say she was beyond exhausted. It was definitely not what she had been preparing for her entire life. It was much more demanding, with a workload larger than she ever had expected.
Rachel walked through the door of the Bushwick loft dragging her feet, exhaustion taking over her as she fell face forward onto the sofa. "Ughhhh," she groaned as she fell on something hard, "what the hell?" Pulling it out from underneath her she recognized the item to be her phone, which had a bunch of texts from Santana waiting for her to read. "This should be good.." Rachel thought aloud as she opened the first one.
"You are so lucky you quit this job. You don't even know the shit I've had to put up with today. Gunther asked me if I had anymore Yeast-I-Stat?"
Rachel laughed at her friend's dramatics and opened the next one.
"You know the guy that comes in every day, sits on the same stool, orders the same thing, never says a word but creepily gawks at you the entire time? He's looking for you, pretty sure he's upset cause he can't go home and have some "alone time" with his mental picture of you today. Selfish Berry."
Rachel shook her head in disgust, and clicked on the next one.
"Actually, I take back my first text. Fuck you for quitting this job. Fuck you for finding something better. Someone just smacked my ass while I was singing, and Kurt had to restrain from going all Lima Heights on that puto."
She rolled her eyes, "So much for me being the dramatic one." She noticed the next one was actually from Kurt.
"Diva, we seriously need to work on Satan's rage. Hope rehearsal is going good xo"
She smiled, "Thank god for Kurt." She tapped the next text.
"I can't do this shit. Please tell me there's an opening in your play. Like I'll even play a tree or a lamp post. I'll even play Barbara's nose when you do a duet with it..cause knowing you you'll demand a scene like that be put in.."
Rachel narrowed her eyes at the girls message and considered not bothering with the rest, but noticed the next was the last one.
"Okay I'm sorry, that was rude. I just hate this job. You know how I get when I go to the angry place..Snixx comes out. Please come save me."
She laughed and nodded along to the message, knowing fully how the former Cheerio gets when she's angry. Rachel decided to go to the diner and offer the girl some company while she finished her shift, sending Santana a quick text she made her way to her bedroom to change.
"You're insane, Santana Lopez. Have my favorite stool ready and a big cup of coffee awaiting..and maybe some of those vegan waffles..with syrup and strawberries? I'll warn you now that I expect a performance from the very best xx".
She changed into a pair of yoga pants and her white NYADA hoodie and slipped on some runners before heading out. As she got in the cab, her phone buzzed signaling a new text.
"Quitting my job would be bad, right?"
Rachel laughed loudly, before covering her mouth and apologizing to the cab driver. Santana Lopez was a lot of things, things she wouldn't ever say out loud to the girl, but despite them all, Santana Lopez really was her best friend.