Rachel Berry Knows How to Have a Good Time
Chapter 1
Summary: Santana is having another one of her parties and both Glee clubs, New Directions and The Warblers are invited. Rachel has decided not to go. She's got better things to do such as practicing her singing and studying for upcoming exams. Santana claims that Rachel doesn't how to have fun and Rachel thinks no one will miss her for not being there. Boy is she wrong when a few fellow Warblers show up at her doorstep that very same night. Who said Rachel Berry couldn't have a good time?
This story will include Niff, and maybe some Sebastian/Thad fluff.
Hello! This is my first story. The idea came to me a couple days ago. Constructive criticism is appreciated. It may start a bit slow; I'm just trying to build up the story. Also in the one story: Kurt is back at McKinley but Blaine stayed at Dalton Academy. This doesn't take place in any season so characters names such as Rory and Sugar will be included.
Copyright/Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in the story. All rights go to the creators of Glee. If I did, all I can say is that Jeff and Nick would never leave my bedroom. The only thing I own is the storyline.
Hope you enjoy!
It was Friday afternoon and school had just been let out for the weekend at McKinley High.
"Time to party!" yelled Puck while high-fiving Mike and Sam.
"Okay bitches listen up. My houses, 7 o' clock, don't be late. Spread the news to those hotties at Dalton also. Oh yeah Puckerman, bring the booze!" Santana said.
"You know me" Puck answered chuckling. Everyone nodded and headed out the of choir room except for Rachel who just gazed at Santana before rolling her eyes.
"What manhands, you got something to say to me?" snarled Santana.
"I just don't see how drinking until you pass out or puke is considered to be fun" she simply said.
"You just don't know how to have a good time munchkin. Just because you want to "protect" that annoying voice of yours doesn't mean you can tell us we can and can't do" answered Santana.
"The only thing that people do at parties are cheat or just look for a free lay and use alcohol as a excuse to do so." Rachel pointed out.
"And I know how to have a good ti—"her train of thought was interrupted by Santana.
"When was the last time you got laid?" asked Santana, "Oh wait, you haven't gotten laid after your first time with Frankenteen and even he left you. Then there was Jesse St. Sucks who you were "oh so in love with" and couldn't even see that he was only using you for his own good. But then again we can't really count him since you were too big of a scaredy-cat to sleep with him because you wanted your first time to be "special". Here's a reality check for you; the only reason you even got laid was because Frankenteen being the pea size-brained zombie that he is wanted to make up his mistake of sleeping with me, trying to be bigger person or whatever. You simply fell for his idiotic lopsided smile and stupid charm, which make me want to gag by the way, and lost your virginity to him like that. All he had to do was to wait for you with open arms and you ran into them without a second thought."
Rachel let all the words sink in and just gazed at the floor deep in thought. A silence surrounded both of them.
"Did you even enjoy your first time?" Santana suddenly asked.
"Uh…I—"Rachel hesitated keeping her gaze on the floor.
"I thought so. Finn was probably the worst lay I've ever had. It felt like I was being squished by a bag of sand so I basically had to do ALL the work. He just laid there. He came after like a minute anyway, and don't get me even started on the faces he made. It was all in all a big disappointment. I'm sure it was the same for you.
"It was special for me" Rachel finally answered quietly looking Santana in the eye.
"You would say that. Just admit that it was disappointing" Santana said.
"What?" Rachel asked looking confused.
"Just admit that sex with Finn was horrible" Santana said again.
"It wasn't that bad" Rachel said though knowing what she had just said wasn't true.
"God, you're a pathetic excuse for a woman Rachel". Santana sneered before strolling out of the room leaving a shocked Rachel behind. She stared at the doorway with a blank expression.
"I'm a pathetic excuse for a woman?" she asked herself before exiting the room.
Dun dun dun… what an ending. Well I hope you enjoyed the story that I've got going on here. It's my first story ever. I've read a lot of amazing stories on here and this idea popped into my head one day so I decided to give it a go. I have more written but I just wanted to put this teaser out for all of you to read so I can see what you guys think of it.
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