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Vodka cranberry.
Vodka cranberry.
Porn star shot.
Porn star shot.
Vodka cranberry.
Rachel had been sitting at the bar alone for an hour now; she knew Finn wasn't going to show up. She knew he'd be off somewhere with Quinn, doing who knows what. She still loved him, but coming home for the summer was a bad idea. While she had already been home for the summer, which was coming to a close, he was only home for a week.
It was leading to more heart break that anything else. It was almost 11 and she figured she should go home soon. It was obvious the boy who said he would meet her there at 10 wasn't coming.
She was trying to get over Finn, so she really shouldn't even care. She's been hung up on him for years, and she had bigger dreams, she had things more important to accomplish then getting Finn Hudson to fall back in love with her.
Rachel was in love with someone else. Broadway.
Broadway was the one true love of Rachel Berry. The only one to truly make her happy when she was sad, to make her laugh when she was frowning and to make her think and feel when she was empty. Broadway did more for her than Finn ever had. She always dressed up for Broadway, but tonight she dressed up for Finn. Her hair was curled gently. She was wearing a tight black dress with lace sleeves which was showing just enough cleavage for Rachel to feel sexy but not inappropriate. She had red lipstick on, with heels that could kill, and she felt like she could take on the world.
"Can I get one more of the vodka cranberry please?"
The bar tender took her money and came back in a few seconds with the drink. Vodka cranberries were her favourite drink and she couldn't get enough tonight, but this was her last one. She had to go home by midnight and it was at the point that she had to listen very carefully to everything she said before she ordered her drink because if she hadn't been careful it would have been way too apparent that the wide eyed brunette was drunk. Too drunk to be ordering more drinks, especially since she was alone.
"How's everyone doing tonight?"
She heard an eruption of cheers from behind her. People clapping and shouting. She spent the whole night so far at the bar because that's where she told Finn to meet him, she didn't even look around the rest of the place. It was dark, and crowded. She didn't realize there was a dance floor or stage behind her. She had been hearing music all night, but it was faint and she didn't even realize it was in the same building. The music at the bar was less intense; it wasn't a night club so much as a place to have a night out and get some drinks but now the dance floor through the doors behind her was filling up. She was curious.
She picked up her glass and walked, or rather, gracefully stumbled onto the dance floor.
"This is a song by one of my favourite bands ever, Queen!"
The crowd cheered some more as the man on stage began belting out "The Show Must Go On."
It was dark and she was near the back on the crowd so she couldn't see the man's face but she could hear his voice. And she knew that voice.
Mr. Schuester was singing one of Rachel's personal favourite Queen songs and something inside of her got so excited. She started cheering and clapping. Her night had been a disappointment and this made her smile.
She wishes she had kept in contact with Mr. Schue more since leaving for NYADA, but she hadn't. Yes, they were facebook friends and sure he'd occasionally like her posts about Broadway or when she uploaded a profile picture of her photo shopped in beside Barbra Streisand but they didn't talk as much and she wanted to. She'd message him on his birthday, but nothing too special. Since leaving WMHS their relationship deteriorated. They used to share glances across the choir room because only the two of them understood a joke or they'd see each other in the hallway and have conversations about the Tony awards but when you don't see someone everyday things change and they fall apart.
By the end of the song Rachel had made her way to the front of the crowd. For the next few songs she stood and watched and cheered and smiled and danced and sang along as her high school glee teacher took the stage and demanded its attention. She always knew he could sing and was passionate about this, but she never realized how much of an actual talent he was, how special he was.
After 5 songs he took a break and someone else went on. He came down the stairs to the right side of the stage that led to the far side of the dance floor which was a bit emptier than the rest of the floor. He was standing at the table wiping his forehead off and drinking some water. He really got a work out up on the stage and it impressed Rachel, to be honest.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
Rachel watched as the older man turned around and saw her. His expression going from mildly content to very enthusiastic.
"Oh my god! Rachel!"
He went in for a hug and she was more than happy to return it. She wrapped his arms around his neck, the warmth of his skin feeling so good on her body. He put his arms around her torso, resting his hands on her lower back.
After a few seconds the hug was over and Will pulled away, leaving his hands on her hips for an extra moment while he spoke to her again. "Why are you here?!"
"Well I was supposed to be meeting Finn but then I don't know I guess he just didn't come to meet me." Rachel shrugged and finished off her blood red drink.
Rachel could feel the alcohol in her body a lot more now.
"Rachel… are you drunk?"
Rachel lifted her hand to her mouth, putting her index finger to her lips and said "shhh."
"This is hilarious." Will clapped once and grinned at her. "You look great by the way."
"Thank you Mr. Schuester!"
"Rachel you can call me Will. I'm not your teacher anymore."
"Okay well then thank you Will I'm not your teacher anymore."
Will laughed and put his hand on Rachel's back, leading her to the bar. "I am way too sober for this."
She didn't really know why it was happening but she got chills up and down her spine every time he touched her. She was a lot happier about seeing him than her drunken mind could really comprehend.
After another round of drinks were ordered, on Will's tab, the two got to talking.
"So why are you here? In Lima, I mean."
"I came home the summer just to be here. At home."
"It's nice to come home isn't it?"
The two shared a smile, a smile that meant something along the lines of 'I feel safe at home, with the people who have always been there for me.'
"But you're doing so well in New York. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you." Rachel smiled and took a sip of her drink, a Smirnoff this time, poured into a tall glass with ice and a straw.
Will was drinking a beer. His second. He drank faster than Rachel did.
The music had started back up as loudly as before, but now it was a DJ.
"Oh my god! I love this song!" Rachel shouted loud enough that not only Will could hear, but probably people on the other side of the bar.
The DJ was currently playing an upbeat version of Lana Del Rey's "summertime sadness."
Will watched as Rachel bobbed her head and shook her feet, too nervous to get out of her seat, probably for the first time in her entire life.
"Let's dance!"
Rachel was shocked. "What?!"
"You like this song," he hopped off his bar stool and reached his hand out for her to take "let's go dance."
She smiled large enough that all her teeth were showing and she jumped off her stool as well, flattened out her dress and took his hand.
They made their way onto the dance floor, off to the side, but still mixed in with the crowd.
After a minute or two of dancing Rachel moved closer to Will and shouted in his ear, only loud enough that he could barely hear her over the sound of the music and everyone singing along, "Mr Will I'm so drunk!"
'Mr Will' made him laugh. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, like a princess in a ball gown. She let her hand trail down his arm and make its way onto his chest. Her other hand came up wrapped around the back of his neck, both her hands met there a moment later. They were close, their chests were touching, Will looked down, to see her looking up at him, their faces only a few inches apart. "Rachel…"
She didn't say anything, just continued dancing. Their legs were intertwined and their hips were moving together to the beat.
She could tell he was fighting the urge to give the dance his all. He was resisting the temptation. Their eyes still hadn't lost contact.
Rachel's fingers curled on the back of Will's neck and he gave in. "Fuck…"
He let his hands slowly slide down from her waist to her lower back. "Rachel...how drunk are you?"
He needed to be sure he wasn't taking advantage of her. He would hate himself if she was too drunk to know what she was doing.
She ran her fingers up into the bottom of his hair. His eyes were fluttering at her touch.
"I'm drunk Will but I know… what I'm doing. I know what I'm doing."
The thought flashed in Will's mind for a second that he might see someone he knows here, they weren't out of town and if Rachel was here it was just as possible someone else, maybe another former student would be here as well.
But that thought left his mind as soon as Rachel whispered in his ear.
"Lower."
"What?"
Their breathing was heavy; they were grinding into each other and Will could feel something was happening in his pants.
"Low-er." Rachel said again and Will understood what she meant.
He slowly let his hands fall lower, first to her lower back and then resting on her wonderful, wonderful ass.
She breathed into the nook between his shoulder and neck and this set something off in Will.
He dug his nails into her backside and grinded himself closer to her than he ever thought was possible.
Rachel turned herself around and grinded into him from the back, she grabbed his hands which went automatically to her waist when she turned around and pulled them closer to the front of her. She left them resting in a V formation between her hip bones and she put her hands on top of his to feel him touching her. His hands got lower and closer together as Rachel flung her head back into his chest. She could feel how hard he was getting and she was almost taunting him. She was moving her ass into him in a way she knew would get him going.
And it was getting him going. He felt himself, he knew what was happening and he was wondering if she could feel him. I mean, he figured she could but he was wondering if she was alert enough to realize what was happening.
"Rachel, I'm sorry, I-"
She cut him off before he could even finish his sentence, "let's get out of here."
She grabbed his hand and walked off the dance floor, back over to the bar area which was also the exit area. They basically ran out of the bar and made it over to his car. She leaned up against the passenger door and he fell into her. "Fuck you look so good tonight Rachel." He was whispering into her ear.
She laughed and adjusted herself so she could let her lips meet his. Her right hand was on the side of his cheek and their kiss didn't last long but it was strong enough and passionate enough that it got both their heart beats up. Will pulled away first and stared at Rachel, his mouth slightly a jar, a bit of red lipstick stuck to his lips thanks to her. Rachel bit her lip and smirked. They both wanted this and there was no reason to pretend they didn't. Neither of them were in a relationship, they were both of legal age and they've both always had this connection that was different from anything other connection either of them had ever had.
"I want this, Will."
He kissed her, pulled away and then said, "me too."
(this started off in my head as fluff where Will saw Rachel at the bar and bought her a drink and caught up over drinks and then this just kind of happened?) Review if you like. Chapter 2 coming soon.