This is my first attempt of fanfic. I've always been a fan of other stories on here. Recently I've just felt the need to contribute. Hopefully you guys like my writing - let me know if I should continue?
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own the characters from Glee.
"So...what are we?" Finn sighed as the dreaded words came out of her mouth. He looked over at the girl (Tiffany? He thinks that's her name) laying in his bed. Slightly hungover from last night's events, Finn rubbed his hands over his tired face.
"What do you mean? We're just...having fun." Finn nodded, thinking it's definitely the right answer. The look on her face says otherwise.
Tiffany (he's still not sure of her name) quickly gets out of bed and starts putting on her clothes.
"Where are you going? Wait...what's wrong...uh..babe?" Finn also gets out of bed and puts on his boxers.
"What's wrong?" She looks over at him and she pulls her shirt on. "Finn, we've been "having fun" for like 3 weeks now. I need to know I'm not wasting my time with you." She stares at him, waiting for an answer. Reassurance, something.
"Listen...babe, you're awesome to hang out with. We have great sex, but...I'm just...I'm just not looking for a girlfriend..or anything serious right now."
She shakes her head, feeling completely rejected. "We have great sex? Is that all that is?" When he didn't answer, she walks out of his room and into the common living area where Kurt is sitting at the bar table eating cereal. Finn follows quickly behind her.
"Hey Jenna!" Kurt says happily. She mumbles a hello to Kurt. Jenna! That's her name. Finn looked at Kurt thankfully.
"Jenna! Wait! I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what, Finn?" She turns from the door. "That I didn't realize I was just a booty call to you?"
Again, he didn't respond. She rolled her eyes and opened the door, slamming it on her way out. Finn stared at the door for a few moments before Kurt cleared his throat.
"So...that went well."
Finn sighed, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl from the cabinet to make himself some cereal. "Dude...I don't get it. She literally only comes over at like 2 am when I drunk text her. I don't understand why she thinks that means we should suddenly be in a relationship."
Kurt looked at his brother pointedly. "You know, it wouldn't kill you to try to get serious with a girl. I mean seriously Finn, you haven't had a serious girlfriend since like...ever. Don't you think it's time to find the right girl?"
Finn rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you sound like mom right now. Dude I'm just not looking to get tied down. I don't want someone telling me what I can or can't do. That's just...not me."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's not that bad you know? Look at me and Blaine. We've been together for 2 years now, we don't tell each other what we can or can't do. It's a compromise." Kurt got up from the bar and puts his dish in the sink.
Finn shoved a huge spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "You and Blaine are different," he spoke through his chewing. "You guys are like...meant to be."
Kurt smiled happily, thinking of his boyfriend. "We are, aren't we." He shook his head, realizing he forgot something. "Oh shoot! Don't forget we have some people coming in to check out my room today."
"Your room? Wait what?"
Kurt sighed. "Do you ever listen to me? I told you last week Blaine and I are moving in together, and I posted an ad on Craigslist for my room. I'm holding interviews today."
"Craigslist?! Dude that's where you find like serial killers. Do you really want me living with a serial killer?"
"Seriously?" Kurt shook his head. "They might be thinking that of YOU...the first interview starts at 1:30 pm. Can you and Puck try to be somewhat presentable so we don't scare the nice people away?"
Finn rolled his eyes, finishing his cereal and putting the bowl in the sink. "Fine. Where is Puck anyway?"
Moments later, one of the bedroom doors open, and out walks Puck with a beautiful tall brunette. He quickly walks her to the door giving her a kiss goodbye. Closing the door, he turns to his roommates. "What's up fuckers?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Interviews start at 1:30. Try to be decent. I'm going to shower. I feel sorry for anyone who decides to live with the two of you." Kurt said as he walks away into his room. Finn sighed.
"Dude! Think about it - this can be totally awesome. We can finally get a fun roommate and not Mr. Sweater Vests over here with his dinner parties." Puck said, grabbing some juice from the fridge.
Finn nodded, contemplating this may not be so bad after all. "Besides," Puck continued. "Quinn's cousin is coming to check out the apartment. She said her cousin is new to the city and needs a place to stay. I think we should just let her cousin have it. At least it won't be a total stranger. If he's related to Quinn, he's gotta be a cool dude."
Finn raised his eyebrows. "You mean your girlfriend Quinn?"
"She's not my girlfriend." Puck said quickly. "She's my best friend, and you know that."
Finn chuckled. "Whatever man. Whenever she's around, you act like a lost little puppy waiting for their owner to claim him." Puck rolled his eyes. "Why don't we just tell Kurt to cancel the interviews - let's just give it to Quinn's cousin. I do NOT want to spend my Sunday interviewing randos when I can just watch the game."
Puck nodded, "I'm down with that. I'll call Q and let her know."
"I'll tell Kurt." Finn got up from the table, feeling extremely proud of himself.
Meanwhile, across town, Quinn Fabray was at brunch with her cousin when her phone rang. She smiled a little, seeing Noah's face pop up on the screen. "One sec, cuz." Quinn got up and walked outside the noisy restaurant to take the call.
"Hey you" She answered.
"Hey Q, what are you up to?"
"I'm at brunch with my cousin. We were gonna head to your apartment after this for the interview. Kurt said we needed to be arrive promptly at 2:30 pm, not a moment sooner or later because apparently he has a very packed schedule of interviews."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Forget all of that. We've decided your cousin can have it. I mean this guy has to be cool if he's related to you right?"
Quinn laughed a little nervously, but Puck didn't pick up on it. "Of course. So - when can my cousin move in?"
"Kurt moves out in a week. He can move in by the 14th."
Quinn squealed. "How exciting! I can't wait to share the news! Thanks so much Noah. You're the absolute best!" Puck blushed slightly. "Yeah...alright, why don't you guys still come by so he can see the place?"
Quinn smiled through the phone. "Definitely." She hung up and walked back to her table, where her cousin sat waiting for her.
"You got the apartment!"
"Oh my God! Are you sure? I thought there was an interview? I prepared for it...see look, this folder has all of my references, my salary history, plus I have three letters of recommendation." Her cousin replied as Quinn laughed.
"I didn't doubt that you wouldn't prepare. Let's finish up here and head over to check out the apartment!" Quinn smiled at her, silently trying to figure out how the hell she was going to tell Noah and his friends, her cousin is actually...well...a girl.
"Quinn, are you okay? You've been so quiet the whole train ride here?" Rachel Berry said. Quinn looked at her petite, brunette cousin as they walked up to the third floor of the apartment building. Standing in front of the apartment door, she turned to Rachel.
"Rach...there's just one thing."
The brunette girl looked at her cousin curiously. "What..."
"They may think you're a guy." Rachel's eyes widened.
"Quinn!" Rachel yelled, before Quinn quickly shushed her putting her hand over her mouth, as to not cause concerns from the neighbors.
"Rachel I know I'm sorry! It's just you're new to this town, and I just don't feel safe with you living with random strangers. I wish you could live with me, but I'm a freaking live-in nanny for a family on the Upper West Side. This is only short-term until the two of us can get our own place together."
Rachel Berry sighed, understanding the concern of her cousin. Rachel and Quinn both grew up in a small town in upstate New York. The two girls were inseparable when they were younger. Quinn, being two years older than Rachel, moved to the city nearly a year ago. The only reason Rachel was allowed to leave her small hometown was the fact that Quinn was already here in the city. Quinn came to the city with dreams of being a writer, working for a top fashion magazine, but apparently, that dream is much easier to achieve in the movies than in real life. So, until her big break, she worked as a live-in nanny. Her parents just didn't know that.
"They're going to realize I'm not a guy, Quinn."
Quinn nodded, realizing she hadn't thought her plan through. "Don't worry! It's not going to be an issue at all. They're totally going to be cool with it."
With that, Quinn knocked on the door. Within moments, the door opened to reveal a guy with a mohawk in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. He greeted Quinn with a hug and a kiss on her cheek.
"Who's your friend, Quinn? Where's your cousin?" Puck said, letting the two girls into the apartment.
Rachel walked in, looking around. For an apartment lived in by guys, it wasn't that bad. It was nicely decorated and pretty spacious for a New York apartment. Two other guys appeared in the living room from their respective rooms. One was dressed in a super trendy sweater and jeans, while the other, taller guy was dressed in a plaid-shirt and jeans. Rachel found herself slightly blushing as she made eye contact with the taller guy.
"Noah, Finn, Kurt...this is Rachel. She's uh, my cousin. She's going to be taking over Kurt's room..." Quinn said.
Quinn and Rachel looked at each other before looking at the guys. As Finn and Puck began to grasp the fact Quinn's cousin was actually a girl, and not a guy, Kurt smirked, thinking this is just exactly what his brother and his jackass of a friend needed.
