A:N/ Hello ! This story was originally for GleeThings until she decided to stop writing the story and was giving it away. Me, not wanting the story to end, decided to continue the story because I myself loved it. So, I'm here to finish the story.
Yes, I have changed a lot of things so I suggest all of you that read it to re-read it because there are a lot of changes and you may get a bit confused. There is still the same plot, just a little rewritten.
I hope you guys enjoy this, if you don't just tell me and I'll just post what was originally written and continue on from there!
I don't own anything in this story ! All credit goes to GleeThings for coming up with the idea of the story.
XOXOXOXO
"LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTEEEEEEEEEED!" Rachel screamed loudly as she turned the volume of the music up to full. Everyone in the room cheered enthusiastically and held their cups into the air.
Rachel Berry was known for her parties. On the first Saturday of every month, Rachel would host a huge party and invite everyone in town. It was the event that everyone looked forward to as she threw the best parties. Rachel was in competition with herself to make each party better than the last; because of this, the parties just got better.
Tonight was no exception. The music was loud, alcohol was flowing, and all the guests were having a great time. Rachel grinned to herself at everyone having a good time. Entertaining was what Rachel did best, so seeing everyone having a good time because of her made her happy.
"Rachel," An asian boy who was by the drinks table shouted. "Get over here."
Rachel smiled and made her way over to him. A group of people congratulated her for another great party on the way. When she reached him, three other boys and a girl were gathered around the small table.
"We're doing shots." The boy said, handing her one. "Do one with us?"
Rachel nodded and accepted the shot of Vodka. On the count of three, they all brought their glasses to their lips and tipped their heads back. Rachel gulped the liquid down, squinting as it left a burning sensation in her throat. Fully used to the pain, she smiled after the feeling subsided.
"One more?" A blonde girl who was also at the party asked.
"Sure." Rachel grabbed the half empty bottle of Vodka and topped up everyone's glasses.
"Let's make a toast." One of the group stated. "To another incredible party, and to Rachel for planning it."
"Cheers!" Everyone said happily.
They all clinked their glasses and downed the bitter drink. Rachel slammed her empty glass down on the table and smiled.
"It's time to get me drunk." She said with a cheeky smile.
As the night rolled on, Rachel drank more and more alcohol. An hour later, it was fair to say she was relatively drunk and having a good time. As she used a shot glass as a microscope, her roommate, Brittany Pierce, a sweet blonde girl who she met a few years ago, came rushing over to her.
"Rachel, I need your help." She said with urgency.
"What is it?" Rachel slurred as she stood up straight.
"Mrs Gregory's at the door again." Brittany told her.
No more needed to be said. Rachel sighed and stumbled her way to the door. Mrs Gregory was the old woman who lived in the apartment under Rachel and Brittany's. Whenever Rachel threw a party, Mrs Gregory had something to say about it. And it was always something bad.
When Rachel reached the door, she leant against the frame to stop the room from spinning in front of her. Surely enough, the woman, who was smaller than Rachel (if that was possible), was stood at the door. She had grey, permed hair and thick, over-sized glasses. She squinted when Rachel appeared with messy hair and alcohol on her breath.
"Mrs Gregory, what a pleasant surprise!" Rachel faked enthusiasm to see her neighbour.
"I wish I could say the same." The old woman replied, not hiding her disgust at Rachel.
"Who peed in your corn flakes?" Rachel asked, missing out the foul language from the well-known phrase for the sake of the elderly woman.
"It's that time of the month." The old woman replied, sadness in her tone. Rachel wrinkled her nose in disgust and frowned at the woman.
"You still have that? I'd have thought menopause would have hit you around twenty years ago."
The old woman at the door frowned at Rachel, shocked she thought that's what she meant. "Not that! The time you throw a party!"
"Oh," Rachel smiled in amusement at the mistake. "Sorry. Yeah, it's that time. Wanna join us?" Rachel stepped to the side of the door to allow the elderly woman to enter. However, the woman stayed where she was stood and scowled at Rachel.
"No I do not 'wanna join' you!" She said in frustration. "I want you to turn the music down!"
"Come on Mrs Gregory, that would ruin the fun!" Rachel prompted. This was a conversation she had with at least one of her neighbours every month. She could usually use her charming personality and attractiveness to stop their complaining. However, she already knew that this would certainly not work with Mrs Gregory.
The stubborn old woman seemed to find joy in making other people miserable. Especially Rachel, whom she had taken an instant disliking to the minute Rachel moved into the building. If shutting down this party would make Rachel unhappy, then shut down this party Mrs Gregory would do.
"You are currently ruining my sleep." Mrs Gregory informed her. "So could you turn the music down."
"I can't do that." Rachel said, almost apologetically, though it wasn't sincere. "Can you not just hang in there for another three hours?"
"Three hours?" Mrs Gregory asked in disbelief. "I am an old woman, I need sleep!"
"Then turn off your hearing aid!"
"I don't need this cheek from young hooligans like yourself." Mrs Gregory stated. "If you don't turn that music down in the next minute, I'm calling the police."
Rachel watched through narrowed eyes as the old woman hobbled away. Brittany, who had been standing behind Rachel and listening, moved to stand beside Rachel. "What are we going to do?" She asked worriedly.
"Relax." Rachel turned away from the door with her arms folded across her chest. "She's bluffing."
"Are you sure? She seems pretty serious this time." Brittany always panicked about the police getting involved since she was being fined for offences every other week.
"Am I ever wrong about this stuff?" Rachel asked rhetorically. "Come on, let's go get another drink. I think I'm sobering up a little with so much talking and not enough drinking.
XOXOXOXO
A little while later, the party was still very much alive. Rachel flirted with a man who she didn't actually know, someone must have just brought him along as a plus one. She touched his one of his biceps and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"You must work out." She said with pleasant surprise.
The man smiled and nodded, impressed by Rachel's reaction to his toned body. However, before he could carry on the conversation, a man came over and tapped Rachel's shoulder. She turned around and frowned when she saw the man standing behind her.
"Brody, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked, folding her arms across her chest. "You weren't invited."
"You know me, never one to miss a party." The boy smirked.
Brody Weston was Rachel's ex-boyfriend. They had dated for a while months ago, before Rachel discovered that he was a male prostitute. Needless to say, the relationship didn't work out. Since the break up, Brody had tried to get back together with Rachel, but she wasn't interested. Rachel automatically assumed he was here to ask her out again, which explains her next words.
"I know why you're here and the answer is no. Now leave me alone." Rachel tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist. Rachel glared at him and he quickly let go of her
"Come on Rachel. We had a good time together."
Rachel rolled her eyes knowing he was talking about in bed, "I faked it." she said bluntly.
Brody frowned, "Faked what?"
Rachel rolled her eyes again, this time at his stupidity, "Every orgasm. I faked them. You may be a prostitute, but obviously not a good one."
"But you always looked so satisfied."
"Yeah, that was after I got out of the shower. I had to relieve myself some kind of way."
Brody looked at her with his mouth wide open and a little hurt, "But-"
Rachel held up her hand, "Just stop. We're done. We've been done. So, why don't you just leave me alone and try to find some other girl that will have an actual orgasm for you." Rachel patted his cheek and walked away.
"Rachel! Come do body jello-shots with us!" she heard someone yell from the kitchen.
Rachel smiled and walked over to table she saw a girl laying on. She looked down at the blonde girl in front of her. She licked the salt from her abdomen first and scrunched up her nose at the taste. Then, she leaned back down and sucked the jello shot that was sitting in the valley of her breasts and went up to her mouth and sucked the liquid out of it. After Rachel took it out of her mouth she smiled and leaned back down to kiss the girl full on the lps, forcing her tongue in her mouth with everybody else yelling in the back ground.
"Rachel, I need your help again." Brittany said with urgency.
"Deal with it Brittany, I'm busy." Rachel brushed away.
"It's the police." Brittany informed her.
Rachel looked up in surprise. Maybe Brittany couldn't handle this after all. Rachel gave the girl one more kiss before rushing to the door. She tried to go quickly but ended up stumbling as the room spun before her. She paused for a second to regain her posture before appearing in front of the door.
Rachel's eyes widened when she caught sight of the police officer in front of her. He was tall. Very tall. He had messy brown hair that Rachel could envision herself making a whole lot messier. His brown eyes looked at her, filled with kindness, despite the fact he was trying to be serious. Even with his uniform on, Rachel could tell he was fit and muscular. He was one of the most attractive men Rachel had ever seen.
"Hello, Officer, can I help you with anything?" She asked flirtatiously, leaning on her door frame.
"That depends," The Officer said, his voice deep and dreamy. "Are you Rachel Berry?"
"I am." Rachel said, smiling at the cute man. "And you are?"
"The man that's about to shut down this party." The policeman answered cockily.
Rachel raised her eyebrows, surprised by his bluntness. "Woah, woah, wait a minute," Rachel squinted and leaned forward, looking at the man's name tag. "Officer Hudson, why would you do that?"
"The station has had numerous complaints about the volume of this music." The man answered.
"Is this about Mrs. Gregory?" Rachel asked in an annoyed tone. "Listen, she hates me, the music really isn't that loud."
The policeman frowned at what Rachel said. He tugged up the corner of his mouth into a smirk. Even his smirk was cute. "You do realise that I can hear the music, right?"
Rachel smiled at him and laughed slightly. "Look, can't we just keep this party going? A lot of people would be disappointed if they had to leave now."
"That would be a shame, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, sir, it would."
"Too bad I have to shut it down."
Rachel sighed before coming up with an idea and looking him straight in the eye as she stepped closer to him and rested her hand on his belt, "How about we come up with some kind of….arrangement?" Rachel whispered hotly.
The officer raised his eyebrows, "Are you asking me to have sex with you in exchange for me not shutting this party down?"
"That depends, do you want to have sex with me?"
"No." Then he shook his head, though Rachel noticed he didn't seem so sure. "I want you to shut the party down."
Officer Hudson tried to walk past Rachel and get into the party room, but Rachel stopped him. "Please don't do this." She begged.
He stopped and looked down at her. "I'll give you two options. Either you can go in there, turn off the music and tell everyone to leave...or I will."
XOXOXOXO
Rachel stood, arms folded firmly across her chest, outside the door of her apartment while all her guests were forced to leave. Officer Hudson was in there, making sure everyone left. She had never actually had a party shut down before, she always got out of it somehow. But this policeman was determined and he made sure it ended before he left. However, strangely enough, Rachel wasn't as annoyed as she expected to be, she was more endeared by his confidence and determination.
As Rachel was smiling apologetically at each guest that left her apartment, she found herself smiling apologetically at Officer Hudson as he exited with the stream of people. He stood next to her, folding his arms across his chest in a dominant way.
"You didn't have to do this." Rachel told him, without looking at him. She was worried that if she looked at him then she would get too lost in his dreamy looks to give him a hard time.
"Actually, I did." He replied, looking down at her. "Your neighbours were complaining."
"You still didn't have to." Rachel said quietly.
"You know, if the landlord gets a lot of complaints about you, he can kick you out." The officer informed her as he watched the guests leave.
Rachel sighed and decided not to argue back. She leant against the wall and looked up at the Officer. "What's your name?" She asked curiously.
"You know, Officer Hudson." He replied as if it was obvious.
"Your first name." Rachel clarified. "Your badge says F. Hudson, so what does the 'F' stand for?"
The man looked down at her with an amused look on his face. "I'm not going to tell you that. As far as you're concerned, my name is Officer Hudson."
"Fine." Rachel said with a shrug. "I'll guess it." Rachel noted how Officer Hudson looked down at her and smiled with only one side of his lips. It was the most charming half-smile Rachel had ever seen. She looked down as she didn't want to get too attracted to him.
"Go ahead, you'll never guess it." He said, turning his smile into a confident grin.
"Is it Frank?" Rachel asked, looking up at him. She took his silence as a no. "Frederick?" Still silent. "Francis?... Fred?... Flint?..." Rachel listed, all greeted by silence. "Floyd?..." Rachel began running out of ideas. "Fernando?"
The corner of the Officer's lips pulled up slightly into a small smile. Rachel grinned in accomplishment. "That's your name isn't it?" She asked.
The man looked down at her, a half amused, half embarrassed look on his face. "I can assure you, I'm not called Fernando." He told her.
"Of course you'd say that," Rachel said. "You don't want me to know your name."
The Officer shook his head, still looking amused. He watched as the last of the people left Rachel's apartment, before turning to face her. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am." He said cheekily, trying to get her riled up. He turned around to leave but felt Rachel grab his arm.
"Fernando," She said, convinced that was his name. "How about you come in for a drink before you leave?" She ran her hand up and down his arm flirtatiously. "Besides, I have a lot of alcohol that need to be drank, thanks to you."
"Listen, Ma'am." The man said turning to her. "As a police officer, my job is to protect people by preventing crime and ensuring that the law in maintained. Unfortunately, crime isn't going to stop just so that I can have a drink with you."
"No," Rachel admitted. "But you can tell the station that this party took longer to shut down than expected."
Fernando smiled slightly and began to back away. "Once you learn my real name find me and maybe I'll have a drink with you." He called to her, before turning around and walking away.
"But I already guessed your name!" Rachel yelled back, but he just shook his head and continued walking. Rachel sighed and watched his tall body as he left. She stood outside her apartment until he was no longer in sight. It was officially her mission to get Officer Fernando Hudson on a date...and get him to admit his name was Fernando.
XOXOXOXO
Finn Hudson woke up when he felt someone stirring next to him. He rolled over, reaching out over the bed to wrap his arms around his girlfriend. Instead, his arm just fell onto the empty bed. Finn frowned and opened his sleepy eyes to see where she was.
He saw his girlfriend, Santana Lopez, sat on the far side of the bed. She was in her underwear, staring at her wardrobe for something to wear. Finn smiled at sat up, reaching across the bed to put his hand on her shoulder.
"Morning, honey." He said, climbing from under the duvet and making his way across the bed to her.
"Hey," Santana looked over her shoulder, accepting a peck on the lips from Finn.
"Why are you getting up so early? Isn't today your day off?" Finn asked with a small frown.
"Well, my hair's a disaster so I'm going to the salon." Santana informed him. "They could only fit me in this early because I called on short notice." Santana grabbed a dress and stood up, preparing to put it on. "I was thinking we could go grab some lunch in that restaurant I love across town today." She suggested while dressing herself.
"I would love that,-"
"But..." Santana said, before Finn had the chance to.
"I have to work today." Finn said apologetically, watching Santana look at herself in the mirror.
Santana frowned and turned around, a frustrated look on her face. "Finn, we take every Sunday and Monday off together so we can spend time together, why are you working?"
"Jefferson asked me to do his shift today because his dog needs to be put down." Finn replied, scared that angry Santana would surface soon. He knew what Santana was capable of when she was angry, and he never wanted it to be directed at him.
"And why am I only hearing about this now?" She asked, her slight anger showing in her voice.
"I was going to tell you when I got back last night, but you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you." Finn defended himself, sitting up properly on the bed and hanging his legs over the side.
"I stayed awake until midnight waiting for you last night, but yet again you came home at stupid o'clock in the morning." Santana grabbed a brush and angrily ran it through her hair.
"Working late is a part of my job, San, I couldn't help it." Finn informed her. Though he didn't need to; Santana was a police officer too, she just refused to work longer than absolutely necessary.
She was always on Finn's back for how long he worked. He should do five days of 8 hour shifts, with two days off. But Finn often worked overtime when he was asked. Though Santana found this incredibly annoying and constantly complained about it, Finn was determined for a promotion so did it anyway.
"I really wish you would stop being so nice and think about us once in a while." Santana said, shaking her head in disbelief. "If someone asks me to do a shift on my day off, I say no. I think you should do the same because I'm getting sick of-"
Santana stopped her rant when the her cell phone interrupted her. She looked at Finn and glared at him, her silent way of telling him she was annoyed at him. She then walked over to her phone and looked at the screen. The number was unknown, but Santana answered it anyway.
"Hello?" Santana said as a question. "Yes, this is Santana... Who?..." Santana gasped in surprise, a smile coming onto her face. "Of course I remember you!..."
Finn watched his girlfriend talk excitedly for a while. He thought about how happy she looked, and how it was rare that she looked that happy talking to him. It was obvious that Finn and Santana had their problems, in fact, he often found himself why they were together in the first place. But then he'd remember that he loved her, and she loved him, so they stuck by each other. Hell, they lived together so they must love each other.
Finn looked at the clock and noticed he would soon be late for work. So with a sigh, he stretched, grabbed a towel, and went to take a shower.
XOXOXOXO
When Finn left the bedroom, he was clean, in his uniform, and ready for work. He could still hear Santana on the phone, twenty minutes later. He listened to her side of the conversation as he joined her at the kitchen table.
"I would love that... Of course I know Beiste's Bar... Sounds great... 5 o'clock... I'll be there... Bye." Santana hung up the phone, still looking surprised by who had called her.
"Who was that?" Finn asked curiously. Taking a slice of toast from the plate that Santana had left.
"My college roommate." Santana informed him, smiling at him. She must have forgotten about her anger towards him about having to work. "She said she hasn't seen me in six years and would love to catch up."
"She just called out of the blue?" Finn said with a frown. It seemed strange to call suddenly after six years.
Santana nodded and stood up. "I thought it was weird too," She admitted. "But apparently she was going through some pictures from college a few days ago and started wondering what I'd been up to."
"That's nice." Finn said, not thinking too much into the idea.
"I'm meeting her tonight and 5."
"I heard." Finn stood up and grabbed his keys, preparing to leave for work. "Have fun."
"I will." Santana replied, a small smile on her face. "I remember she used to be so confident that she'd be a Broadway star," She mused out loud. "But I haven't heard about her since, so I doubt she made it."
"You're hardly a Broadway expert, San." Finn chuckled at his girlfriend. He grabbed some shoes and began putting them on his feet.
"How much of a star would she be if no one's heard of her?" Santana said with narrowed eyes.
"Good point," Finn said, walking toward her. "I'll see you tonight." He kissed Santana on the cheek and headed for the door.
"If you work late again I swear to God I'll murder you and make it look like an accident!"
XOXOXOXO
Rachel grinned as she put her phone down. Step one of her plan was already complete. As she had said the previous night: she was going to get Officer Fernando on a date. But first, she had to know where to find him. If that meant asking an old friend that she hadn't spoken to for six years, then so be it.
Rachel walked into the kitchen and began making herself another cup of coffee. She had been up late last night with the party, and was up early this morning trying to track down an old friend. Coffee was what she was relying on to stay awake all day, seeing as it was still morning and she was already exhausted.
"Rachel, is that you?" She heard a sleepy voice say from the door of the kitchen.
"Yeah, Britt, it's me." She confirmed, pouring the coffee into a cup. "Want some coffee?"
"No thanks." Brittany, her room-mate, said. Brittany sat at the kitchen table and watched Rachel finish preparing her drink. "Why are you up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep." Rachel replied, sitting across from Brittany. "I couldn't get that police officer out of my head all night.
"You barely know him," Brittany reminded her, wondering how Rachel could think about him so much. "How can you like him so much?"
"He's one of the sexiest men I've ever met." Rachel replied. "I just have to see him again."
"You know nothing about him," Brittany said with a small laugh. "How are you planning on finding him?"
"I have a plan." Rachel said matter-of-factly. When Rachel wanted something, she made sure she got it. This was no exception. "I have an old friend called Santana, she was my roommate in college, she's a policewoman. I'm meeting with her tonight and I'll ask her about Fernando."
"Why have I never heard of this Santana?" Brittany asked curiously.
"I haven't seen her in six years. That's what I've been doing all morning: tracking down her cell phone number."
"Rachel Berry, you amaze me."
Taking that as a compliment, Rachel grinned and took a huge sip of her coffee.
XOXOXOXO
Rachel and Brittany walked into their local bar: Beiste's Bar. Rachel was ready to meet Santana here; but Brittany had a shift that night. Both Rachel and Brittany worked at the bar serving drinks etc. It was Rachel's night off, but not Brittany's.
Rachel glanced around the room for any sign of her friend. She spotted a raven-haired Latina standing by the bar, instantly recognizing her from college. Rachel smiled and made her way over to her. Santana hadn't changed much, but her hair was slightly shorter and she looked more mature.
Rachel tapped Santana's shoulder and moved into view. When Santana saw Rachel, recognition instantly flashed across her face. She smiled and stood up, wrapping her arms around the small brunette.
"Rachel, you haven't changed a bit." Santana told her, squeezing her slightly before letting go.
"Neither have you." Rachel said, looking her up and down. "Shall we sit down?" She asked.
Santana nodded and the pair walked and sat at a small table nearby. They were both happy to see each other, they had been roommates and best friends in college after all. Only, Rachel had an ulterior motive for wanting to meet with Santana. But she didn't have to know that.
"I can't believe it's been six years." Rachel said once they were comfortable. It had seemed like yesterday that Rachel was the obsessive, overly-confident little girl that annoyed everyone. She had changed so much since then."I know, it's insane how time flies." Santana replied, making herself comfortable.
At that moment, Brittany came over to the table with a small notepad. She had a black apron tied around her waist that covered the front of her black skirt. That was the 'uniform' that the waitresses had to wear. Rachel herself wore one most days of the week. Brittany grinned, being her usual cheerful self, and pulled a pen out of the front of her apron.
"Can I get you any drinks?" She asked in a perfectly chipper voice.
Santana looked at the blonde, who was tall and slim. She had long legs and a perfect figure. Her blonde hair was tied back into a simple ponytail, with two pieces of hair hanging down to frame her face. Her smile was infectious, and Santana found herself smiling as she answered.
"Just a water, please."
Brittany nodded and noted down the order, turning to Rachel to find out hers.
"You're not going to drink?" Rachel said to Santana in surprise.
"No, I don't drink much anymore." Santana replied with a shrug.
"You have changed since college," Rachel said quietly, looking to Brittany instead. "I'll have a Margarita."
"Wow, Rachel Berry drinking a Margarita," Santana commented in surprise. "You've also changed."
Rachel laughed slightly and looked down. Brittany turned to Santana, amused by her comment. "You must be Santana." She said.
"That's me." Santana confirmed.
"I'm Brittany." Brittany offered her hand for Santana to shake. "Rachel's roommate."
Santana took Brittany's hand and smiled. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too." Brittany flashed her a grin and withdrew her hand. "I'll go get your drinks." Brittany said, before walking away.
Rachel watched as Santana's eyes lingered on Brittany as she left; only returning to Rachel when Brittany was behind the bar. Smiling politely, Rachel began a conversation topic.
"So, are you seeing anyone at the moment?"
"I am, actually." Santana confirmed. A small, forced smile on her lips.
"Really?" Rachel said, in a excited voice, like they were back in college. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"His name's Finn." She said.
"Would I know him?" Rachel asked, trying to think if she knew anyone named Finn. She didn't.
"Probably not. I work with him."
Brittany came over to the table carrying a tray with their drinks. She put down the tray and handed Santana her drink and then Rachel's. The girls thanks her and then Brittany left to get back to work.
"So, tell me about this Finn." Rachel said, sipping her drink.
Santana shrugged, "There is not really much to tell." Santana paused to sip on her water. "We met about two years ago when I started working at the police station, we became good friends, and we didn't start dating until like a year ago. We love each other, but I'm starting to think we love each other more as friends, I wouldn't be surprised if he thought the same thing."
Rachel smiled at her sadly, "I'm sorry."
Santana shook her head, "What about you? Any guys in your life?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "The last boyfriend I had was Brody Weston who also turned out to be a gigolo. That was probably the quickest I've ever broken up with someone. I even got tests done after finding out."
Santana frowned, "Wow.."
Rachel shook her head, "It's whatever. He won't leave me alone though. But, I think after yesterday he will leave me alone."
Santana nodded and they both sat in a comfortable silence with the exception of the loud music and the people around them.
"So.." Rachel started, "How's being a policewoman?"
Santana shrugged, "It's whatever. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. But, some of the things I arrest people for I can't help but think about what was going through their head because some of the reasons are really stupid and it annoys me." Rachel just nodded.
Santana sighed, "What about you. Where do you work?"
"Here." Rachel said quietly, looking down ashamed, "It's a cool job though. It's fun."
Santana tried not to look too surprised and just continued sipping on her water.
"Can I ask you a question?" Rachel said suddenly gain courage to ask the question she's been waiting to ask.
"Of course."
"Well, I had a party last night that ended up getting shut down by the police." Rachel paused when she saw Santana's eyebrows shoot up. Rachel just shook her head, "Well, the police officer that came was very attractive. He told me...well I guessed his name was Fernando. That being said, do you know a Fernando?"
Santana leaned back in her seat and looked at Rachel amused, "Nope, I don't work with a Fernando."
"Sure you do!"
Santana shook her head slowly, "No, I don't. Maybe if you have a last name maybe I could tell you his real name…"
Rachel thought about it, but couldn't remember for the life of her, "Damn it! I forgot."
Santana chuckled, "Why do I feel like that's the only reason you called me tonight?"
"It's not! I really did want to see how you were doing."
Santana shook her head, "Whatever you say Rachel. But, whenever you remember the last name maybe I'll help you." Santana looked at her watch, "My boyfriend is going to be off of work soon so I think I should leave."
"But-"
"Maybe we could meet up again sometime. You know, if you really want to be my friend. You could maybe even meet my boyfriend and see if he knows a Fernando."
Rachel sighed defeated, "I'll probably never find him so it's pointless to ask him. But, I would still love to meet up with you again Santana." Santana looked surprised, "Maybe we could have dinner at your place, or my place next weekend and I could invite Brittany also?"
"S-sure. You have my number. Next weekend is perfect. I'll make sure Finn takes off of work." Santana said, still in shock.
Rachel smiled and stood up to hug Santana, "See you then."
XOXOXOXO
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed reading this . I hope it's not going to be too confusing to you guys. Anyways, tell me what you guys think !
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