A/N: Hey Guys! This is my first Faberry fic. Enjoy it Disclaimer: I don't own glee I wish i did but I don't.
Rachel Berry was tired of Broadway. She was tired of interviews and paparazzi. She was extremely tired of critics, blogs and especially Kurt yapping her ear about his career and hers. She was even tired of Manhattan, maybe even all of New York. Or at least she was unhappy until she went to the Red Room. Blaine, a confident and eager young man with dark hair and bright hazel eyes, had talked the young lady into a night out without Kurt to a place he knew she'd like. As they sat on the stage floor recovering from a dance number Rachel, with a glazed over and rather bored expression, agreed quietly.
"There is this little group playing," He explained taking another small sip from his water bottle. Rachel nodded partially listening to the thin man beside her. Before Rachel could blink it was Saturday night and she had just snuck past the paparazzi in front of her fifth avenue apartment with Blaine to the subway. Then she was sitting in a subway car with him on to a part of the city she rarely went to. She looked around unsure of how good of an idea this really was.
"Blaine..." she whispered between her teeth. She fidgeted with her knee high knit socks eyes firmly focused on her leg. She tried hard not to make eye contact with the other people occupying the car.
"Think of the bright side, where were going no one will recognize you," He smiled that sharp grin adjusting his tie. Blaine took hold of her hand squeezing it reassuringly. The two made their way from the subway station to the little club on a far off corner. Rachel dramatically clung to Blaine's arms. Men, she normally didn't associate with, smiled at her as she walked by their eyes undressing her. It left her like she was standing naked in the center of Times Square. Rachel desperately pulled on her skirt in hopes to make it look longer than it actually was. The street was dark and dingy for the most part except for the dim yellow glow of the street lights. They are just bright enough for you to see but the stood so tall it didn't do much good. Neon lights flickered in shop windows. The sidewalk was littered with people scattered around dressed in black and covered in piercing and tattoos. It felt so really at least to her it did. Rachel spent most of her days surrounded by fake smiles she couldn't imagine that there was a place as raw as this.
The corner where The Red Door sat seemed to be in the middle of this new world. It too had flickering neon lights over the door. The front door was an unnatural acid tone of red. People were crowded around the aging brick building smoking cigarettes. A thick fog enveloped the entrance.
"Blaine are you sure about this?" She questioned once again.
"Rach, you're going to be fine," He smiled. Nervously Rachel nodded her head, brown hair falling around her face. It was Blaine who eventually opened the door. He led the oddly timid girl to the bar on the far left wall. He smiled to the bartender, a friend of his, and ordered to drinks. Rachel's hand shook as if she had never had alcohol before. Her eyes shifted about uneasily.
"Hey Kurt is calling. Are you going to be ok if I leave you to take this?" He said placing his hand on her lower back and leaning in close so she could hear him over the noise. She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him that she really just wanted him to take her home. Instead Rachel sighed with a soft, "yes" slipping from her lips. He was soon out of sight, lost in the thick smoke which consumed the inside as much as the outside. Her barely touched vodka tonic was soon all going down her throat at once. After a few more and Rachel was loosened up sinking down into a bar stool. The lights came up on stage and a small band came out. The lead took her place at the mic catching Rachel's slightly dazed eye. She had holes gracing her tight black jeans along with large black heavy boots her hair which was messy, short and dyed a bright pink had a black bandana tied around it. Her eyeliner was incredible thick making her glazed over hazel eyes the focal point of her pale face. Her t-shirt hung loosely around her small frame. Rachel stared at her sizing her up. She was expecting some wannabe Kurt Cobain crap by the way the raggedy group as put together. The lead seemed truly indifferent to the situation not even bothering to announce their name. She began to sing.
Her voice was full and sexy with a soft almost droning quality that entranced Rachel. It was raw and whiny in a way that made you incredibly interested in what she was singing. It mad you want to listen to her. Her feelings poured out with each word as she ran her ring covered fingers thru her hair. The music backing her up was as emotional as her voice. They had captured Rachel's full attention. Her eyes were fixed in front her so much so she could clearly see through the building smoke wall. Rachel had barely realized it was over, the sound ringing in her mind.
"What did you think," Blaine questioned jolting her back.
"I have to meet her," She whispered without noticing. The two made their way outside all eyes on her but her eyes were looking for the young girl who was talking to some people. She leaned forward a cigarette in between her teeth to let her guitarist, a top heavy boy with broad shoulders and a mohawk, lit it. The pink haired girl took a long drag. Rachel began to shake in her heels.
"She's just a person, talk to her," Blaine pushed her into the little circle watching from afar.
"Um…hey…hey…" She whispered.
"What is it you want," the girl replied blowing smoke into her face. Rachel chocked on it hearing a low chuckle from the others.
"Meet us later Quinn," the boy stated.
"Sure thing Puckerman," she chuckled as the group left.
"So um I uh…," Rachel, who was normally an energetic and eloquent speaker, stuttered.
"I have places to go gorgeous, so out with it please." Quinn took another puff of her cigarette.
"I liked your set. It was um brilliant. Anyway I can get a copy it."
"Youtube maybe…" she sneered, "We're not signed or anything. Is that all?" Before Rachel could even answer Quinn ruffled her hair and threw on her jacket walking off.
"You shouldn't smoke! It's awful," Rachel said loudly after her. Quinn turned to face her. She blew some more smoke into her face before flicking the rest away.
"Better gorgeous," she sighed before walking off. Rachel's face was now a bright cherry red.
"So how'd it go," Blaine smiled cheekily. Rachel didn't answer slowly making her way to the subway.