Newest Story, because I'm going through a withdrawal of social and emotional phases. Like, legit, I'm seriously scared that season three is going to suck.
Anyways, as a graduation gift, Rachel receives a video camera from Mr. Schuester to "capture the dream she is following to show the world" as she goes to school in New York City. She ends up renting an apartment with fellow glee clubbers (Puck, Mike, Matt, Santana, & Brittany) in an attempt to lower the cost of living, when we all really know they just want to study hard/party hard together.
One quote will be used in each chapter, just to keep my laughing. And each chapter will develop the relationships of Puckleberry, Pezberry, Pieberry, Brittana, and etc. This first chappie isn't very good, but bare with me, because its just setting the tone.
Review, and enjoy I suppose. Don't own, probably will never own, but hopefully one day will own.
She cleared her voice, quietly, making sure not to wake the passenger beside her who was sleeping soundly. Flipping the video camera over so she could see herself in the reflection of the lens, a smile peeked through her nervous expression.
"I'm Rachel Berry."
Titling her head, a show stopping grin exploded onto her lips.
"And I'm a new student at Juilliard!"
Rachel mentally high fived herself.
"On account of reaching my dreams, I decided I would treat my current and future fans to a delightful vlogging experience. That's right, vlogging. As in Video-Blogging. I'll let you know each day how life is for myself."
Shaking suddenly, the camera was jutted out of her hands and into the passenger's beside her.
"Hey world. Santana Lopez, bitches! Freshman at NYU, so suck it!" She turned the view away from herself and aimed it at the frightened Berry beside her, who was tut-tutted her roommate shamefully. "This is the greatest girl you'll ever meet. I remember once in the summer before senior year we we're sitting around, eating lunch. She goes all Crazy-Berry on us when she ate the whole pudding cup using only her tongue. I'm considering going lesbian for her. Actually, I'm pretty sure that's when I realized hwo amazing this girl is."
Rachel's face went from shameful, to a pleasant smile to full on tortured.
A hand smacked against her forehead, and she resiliently settled her head on the seat behind her.
"Santana, I told you, these were purely professional videos meant to acknowledge whom it may concern about my classes and career. Rated G, so everyone may enjoy them."
"I honestly don't give a fuck. We're going to school, renting an apartment together and happen to be best friends. Time to have some fun for once, Ray, and whatever."
Someone behind the two girls, who were becoming progressing louder, kicked their seats.
"She has fun, sometimes. And, its not just you two rooming. Cheaper and shit for all of us to stay together."
Rachel took the camera back and sighed, as Santana slowly manoeuvred herself into a comfy position in the airplane's chair, ready to stare out the window.
"This is-" Rachel heaved herself over the side of her chair in order to get a a shot of the voice behind her. "Noah Puckerman. Bad boy extraordinaire. He's attending Juilliard along with me."
Puck winked into the camera before he curled up in a ball again, one leg stretched over the tray.
"And beside him is a sleeping Michael Chang. We'll rarely see him sleep, so let's be thankful. He'll also be joining Noah and I at Juilliard, he's a very talented dancer who-"
"Has great abs!"
A blond girl appeared on the screen, and Rachel stumbled in shock.
"Hello, Britt. Say hello to the world."
"Hello to the world! I'm Brittany!"
Brittany Peirce continued to shuffle her way to her seat. Moments before she had left for the bathroom, but somehow she ended up coming back with about twenty packages of pretzels. Apparently happy with herself, she offered a bag to each stranger around her, and twirled a pigtail.
"Brittany Pierce will be attending FIT, seeing how she is one of the most influence dressers ever."
Brittany had dropped all of her packages onto Rachel's spare seat in order to help lift Mike's shirt without waking him.
"Wanna see them?"
Puck was laughing to himself, as Brittany went completely quiet and held a serious face as she sneaked her way to his shirt. Beginning to lift it slowly, everyone held their breath in anticipation.
"What are you doing?" A hand reached out swiftly and seemed to come out of no where as the man beside Mike hissed. "Are you out of your mind? He just fell asleep. WE DO NOT WAKE A SLEEPING MIKE!"
"Everyone meet Matthew Rutherford. He's going to NYU with Santana. He's cool."
Matt scoffed solemnly, and made sure Mike stayed sleeping as Brittany moved back to her seat. Still standing on her own, Rachel pointed the camera down onto her feet, where she was jumping gingerly over the packages of pretzels. Kicking them off, she discovered an empty condom wrapper.
"Um, Britt, do I want to know?"
"There's a limit on the amount of pretzels one passenger can have, but I made the flight attendant bend the rules for us."
"Oh dear."
Slumping down on the litter free chair, Rachel couldn't help but giggle. Turning the camera to face herself, her eyes rolled dramatically.
"Well, that's everyone. All six of us will be in New York City for quite some time, and I sure hope its prepared, because I think my hopes of these videos being G rated were dashed the moment I became friends with these crazies."
"Shit!" Matt and Puck muttered as Mike's head squeezed between Rachel and Santana's chair in order to see the camera.
"Not as crazy as Crazy-Berry." Mike stood up and about three flight attendants groaned.
"We told you to keep him under control!"
"Please, sir, not again!"
"Who the fuck woke him up?"
This was the first time Rachel Berry had every heard a flight attendant curse, and she got it on camera.
"Well, until next time." Rachel tossed the camera onto her seat, just before latching onto Mike's leg so he couldn't make it to the women's bathroom.
Unknowingly, she had left the camera on, and faced in the direction of herself, Brittany, Matt and Puck, as they each tried to grab at the ninja.
"Huh."
Santana watched in an entertained mood, as her five roommates screwed around in the aisle. Clicking the camera off, the final words recorded was a conversation between Mike and Rachel.
"Michael, I'm begging! Please just sit down, we only have half an hour left until we land!"
"Nuh-uh, Ray. Too excited!"
"If you sit down, I'll make out with you."
Needless to say, Mike found the nearest empty seat and sat down as fast as he could.
And so it ends, or begins, or whatever. enjoy? let me know!