Ugh,the plot bunnies are after me!Seriously,I think they're trying to murder me. I might go on break from Facebook Status,but so many people are waiting for it!I feel so bad,like I'm betraying you guys for other stories :( Please forgive me!

On a side note,I downloaded OpenOffice because my previous editor,TextEdit,was the whole reason for the cutting didn't support it as well so no more cutting out!If you see one,please PM me it. If the problem still continues,I'll be forced to use a beta or figure out why this is happening.

This series may also suck because I'm not good at describing other characters unless I make them up. I'll try my best,if it doesn't work out I'll have to cancel it or I'll allow you to use my plot. Anyways,enough with the rambling,enjoy!

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Rachel walked through the cold weather of New York,the harsh wind nipping at her rosy cheeks and nose. She tightened her arms around her and walked faster,determined to make it to her apartment. Earlier it seemed like a good idea to walk when the weather was less harsh. But now she instantly regretted not hailing a taxi.

Just another block. She reminded herself. Her scarf and coat were pulled up to her mouth and her knit hat covered her head above her eyes. I think my hands are numb. She wiggled her fingers inside her leather gloves to see that they were in fact moveable.

She finally made it and sprinted to the automatic doors,allowing the warm air relieve her. She turned to the right,heading towards the elevator. She walked inside and hit the number 5. She patiently waited as the elevator made a stop at floor 3 and continued going up.

The elevator stopped at her floor and she walked out,mumbling a goodbye before running to Santana's apartment. She knocked frantically,not bothering to retrieve the key that was in her coat pocket. "Come on,Santana!"She said after waiting ten seconds. She heard soft footsteps to reveal Santana in small white shorts and a white tank top.

"It can't be that cold."Santana said,rolling her eyes and allowing Rachel inside. Rachel scoffed,pulling off her gloves by the fingers. "Try walking ten minutes in freezing cold. How can you even wear that?"Rachel then started to peel off her red coat. "Because my fabulous apartment has something called air conditioning." Santana laughed and walked to the kitchen,pulling out two mugs.

"Anything to drink?"Santana called. "Hot chocolate." She replied,unraveling her scarf and hanging it next to her coat on the coat hanger. She toed off her boots and was left in a long sleeved green turtleneck,white tights,and a black skirt that reached just above her knees.

Santana walked into the living room where Rachel was sitting on her white couch,massaging her feet. She placed Rachel's mug on the coffee table. She tucked her right foot under her left knee and watched in amusement as Rachel massaged her sore feet. "Maybe you'd be less cold if you wore jeans instead of your short skirts." Santana said,sipping her drink. Rachel glared at her while Santana shrugged her shoulders in response.

"When is Quinn coming?" Rachel asked,reaching for her mug. She sighed in happiness at the warmness of the mug. "She called a few minutes before you came...she'll be here in ten." Rachel nodded,finishing off her drink. The warm drink slipped easily through her throat,warming her instantly. "Go change,I'm not letting you wear that to the bar."

Rachel raised her eyebrows at her best friend in disbelief. "You expect me to wear a dress in this weather?" "Not a dress,just some jeans and an amazing top. Now go." She nudged Rachel with her foot. Rachel sighed,setting her mug down. "Fine." She stood up and walked to Santana's room. She entered her walk in closet and pulled out some dark blue skinny jeans.

She then grabbed a purple tube top. Rachel took off her layers of clothing and put on Santana's clothes. Santana's jeans were a little long on her so Rachel decided to look for her back-up jeans she kept in Santana's closet for emergencies. She lost count on how many times she looked a mess at her place and needed a change.

Santana kept spares at her place,same with Quinn. They all had each others clothes at their places. Rachel finished changing and went to brush her disheveled hair. She winced lightly as she combed through the tangles. She heard a door open and close,indicating that Quinn was there. She quickly finished and went to the living room and sat besides Quinn. "Better?"She cocked an eyebrow at Santana who nodded in approval.

Quinn was wearing a white dress with black dots and black tights. She wore black heels with a white heel and her brown coat was draped over an arm of an arm chair. "Rachel,it's freezing outside. How can you wear that?" Rachel opened her mouth to say something before Santana interrupted. "Oh,please. We're going to a bar,we need to look sexy. Rachel needs to get laid anyways." Rachel's eyes widened and she looked at Santana.

"Santana!That is highly inappropriate for you to say,I do not need to be laid. I don't hook up." She crossed her arms across her chest while Santana merely rolled her eyes. "Q,why aren't you all sexified?I know you're capable of it." Santana winked at Quinn who just rolled her eyes. "For your information,I don't need to get laid. I have a boyfriend." After saying that Quinn smiled,causing Rachel to do the same.

Quinn started dating Sam three months ago and both are very happy,attached at the hip almost. "Whatever." Santana scoffed and placed her mug on the table. "I'm changing and then we're leaving." Santana stood up and walked over to her room. After hearing the door shut Quinn looked excitedly at Rachel. "Congrats on finishing Spring Awakening!"Quinn gave her a brief hug and pulled away.

Rachel giggled. "I never thought I'd actually be on Broadway,now I just have to audition more and I'm destined for a Tony!"Rachel smiled. Quinn laughed. "You never thought that?You always bragged in Lima that you'd be on Broadway with hundreds of Tonys." Rachel shrugged. "I had doubts,first few I thought I'd get them but obviously it didn't work out."

"Well, you'll surely get another role!And now we're celebrating,and hopefully you'll find a guy at the bar and have babies together." Rachel's eyes widened at Quinn. "Quinn!I thought you didn't hook up either!" "I don't,you just really need a relationship. You haven't had one since Finn." Rachel sighed,falling back on the couch. "I'm too busy for a relationship,I need to focus on my career. I'm still young." Quinn placed a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "You do have time for a relationship,you're just scared. And not dating anyone for three years?You can't still be hung up on Finn."

"I'm not."Rachel huffed. "There's just no interesting guys. Everyone from NYU was either taken, gay, or a stuck up douche bag. And why aren't you lecturing Santana?She doesn't have a boyfriend." Quinn rolled her eyes and removed her hand. "It'll take her hundreds of guys to get her settled down. I mean,it's Santana. She doesn't do relationships." Rachel pouted,why was she getting the speech and not Santana? She's not a fan of relationships either. They all had drama,someone ended up hurt, it was too much for her. Especially since she's so close to getting her dream.

"Well,why not?" "I think you know the answer to that. I think she's too scared. She's not the serious type." Rachel nodded,understanding. She had a difficult on-off relationship with Matt who used to be at McKinley before moving. They met up again in NYU.

"I'm back and I hear you talking about me." Rachel and Quinn whipped their heads around to see Santana. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt that reached her knees and a red ruffled top. She had on ankle boots and pantyhose, clearly not enough to fend off the harsh weather. They looked up at Santana's face. Her hair was pulled to a side ponytail and laid neatly over her right shoulder. She had a small frown on and her eyes seemed upset.

"We're sorry." Rachel whispered. Santana shrugged,the frown gone and the sad look in her eyes were gone too. "It doesn't matter, Matt's a douche and I deserve better. Come on." Santana grabbed her white coat,black scarf,and leather gloves. Rachel put her shoes back on and her coat,gloves,and scarf.

Quinn followed and they went outside. Santana unlocked her Mercedes and they all sat in, Rachel in the front seat. Santana went to Harvard and managed to become a very successful lawyer. It wasn't a shock to Rachel or Quinn. Santana put the car into drive and drove to the bar. "Today will be no regrets or drama,just a celebration for B finally finishing a Broadway show." Santana announced,a smile on her lips. "Agreed." Quinn said from the backseat. Rachel turned on the radio, singing along to the song while Quinn laughed and Santana hummed along. They made it to the bar and they filed out,walking into the busy bar. "Oh my god." Rachel whispered as soon as she looked at the people at the bar.

"What?"Quinn said,confused as she looked at both Santana and Rachel's shocked faces. Santana grabbed her arm and turned her to the bar to see Puck bartending.

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I know it's short!But hopefully the next is longer :) This will contain Quinn,Santana,AND Rachel's relationships but mostly Rachel's since it is Puckleberry.R&R :)