Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
This fic is written based off of a prompt from The Finchel Prompts on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!
"La la la la la la la la la" Rachel sang, ending the last note with a flourish. She had been practicing for about an hour and her throat was starting to get dry. Usually she would have brought a bottle of her fresh made herbal tea with her to avoid such a problem, but she didn't have the ingredients at her apartment. She just hadn't had the time to go to the grocery store in the last few days. Her class schedule, paired with her waitress job, and auditioning for about any off-Broadway show that she heard of took a lot out of her. She often went without things she needed, because she just never found the time.
She had hoped that by now she wouldn't have this kind of dilemma, that she would be gracing the stage every night, and having people cater to her, preparing herbal tea for her. However, that hope was crushed with every callback that she didn't receive. Hopefully the audition this weekend would be the one to make all of her dreams come true. The Purple Playhouse was holding auditions for a production of 'Chicago' and she wanted the part of Roxie so bad she could almost taste it. She was going to rock the audition this weekend, she just knew it.
Deciding that her itchy throat was a sign that she'd practiced enough, Rachel grabbed her things and exited the practice room, closing the door behind her. She wanted to stop by Professor Sylvesters' office to drop off her midterm early. She had worked on it non-stop last night, and the better part of her afternoon after classes. There was no way that she was risking forgetting it tomorrow, or losing it by some freak accident. Professor Sylvester was one you didn't cross.
Rachel shuddered at the memory of what happened to the last person who came into class without their assignment. Sylvester had pulled a giant exercise ball out of her closet and made him do situps in front of the whole class. When the poor guy was finished she made him sniff his own armpits. It was cruel, demeaning, and extremely weird, but the boy hadn't returned to another class without his work.
Finn, she thought was his name. He looked like a nice guy, cute in an all American boy kind of way, but he had brought it on himself. He just seemed, lazy. Any time Rachel looked at the back of the class room where he sat, he was either completely zoned out, or looking over at the work of the blonde cheerleader beside him. It was obvious that he wasn't taking the class seriously, and she couldn't really feel sorry for someone like that.
Making her way down the hall to Professor Sylvester's office she noticed that the door was open. That was odd, it's late she hadn't expected Professor Sylvester to be there, she was just going to drop the midterm into the box.
She also wasn't expecting to see a very firm, very not feminine behind up in the air rummaging around under the desk.
"Um, hello?"
"Ah, shit!" The sound of a thud came from underneath the desk as Rachel brought her fingers to the rape whistle in her pocket.
The behind started to back up as the person came up clutching a handful of papers, revealing none other than Finn, the lazy armpit sniffer.
"Um, it's not what it looks like?" he tried, rubbing a hand through his mop of hair.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked eyeballing the papers in his hand, then it clicked. "Oh my God, you're stealing the answers to our Midterm aren't you?" she cried in outrage, placing her hands on her hips.
"Umm no, no of course not that would be cheating and that's like-"
"Contemptible is what it's like! Contemptible, Deplorable, and just plain wrong!" she screeched, stamping her foot for good measure.
"Whoa, look I don't even know what those words mean, and will you keep your voice down, you're going to get us in trouble!" He whisper-yelled, stuffing the papers back in the desk and shutting the drawer.
"Keep my voice down? You should be happy I haven't called security myself yet, I have half a mind too."
"Look, please just don't okay? Hear me out, please?" he asked, turning his amber eyes on her.
The dramatic eyes were a good touch, she was never one not to appreciate drama.
"Fine, I'm listening."
"Yes, I was trying to take the answers, and I know it's pretty bad but you don't understand. I need to pass this course. My grades weren't that good last semester, and I got placed on probation. If I don't get at least a C in everything I lose my scholarship, and pack back up for home. I've pulled a solid C in all my other classes so far this semester but it's just this one that's killing me. I think Sylvester's out to get me."
"Or maybe you're not trying hard enough." she huffed, ready to lecture him on the fact that she works, goes to school, auditions constantly, and still managed to do her midterm on her own without cheating and maintain a very healthy G.P.A.
"Look, just please I'm begging you, don't tell. I'll do anything, I'll go home and work on his midterm all night long I promise, just please." he begged turning the eyes on her again. She was learning quickly to avoid those amber orbs of his.
"Anything huh?"
"Anything" he answered, relief flooding his tone.
"Alright, you can give me a ride home for starters. I'll come up with my price, and I'll let you know. Oh, and just so you know, I carry a rape whistle and I know how to use it" she warned, the phrase 'you can't rape the willing' popping in the back of her mind as she followed him out of the building.
"Okay, here you are lady." he announced, the most words he'd said since they left the school. "You're welcome, I know it was very sweet of me to offer you a lift, so if you want to just forget about everything that happened tonight that would be awesome."
"I'm pretty sure I asked for a ride, you didn't offer. And don't think you're getting off that easy buddy. I'm practically assisting you in a crime here, withholding information, you owe me big" she commented, looking pointedly at her door.
"Technically I didn't commit the crime, I almost did."
"Technically will still get you into big trouble, so it's a moot point. Ahem, aren't you going to open my door?" she asked sweetly, batting her lashes at him.
Grumbling he got out of his car, walking around to her side to swing the door open for her.
"Thank you, you're too kind." she said, smiling teasingly, earning an adorable half smile out of him. "I tell you what, how about you give me your number and I'll call you when I've come up with a suitable repercussion for my silence." she offered, pulling out her phone to hand to him.
"Fair enough."
Once the number was stored in her phone he handed it back to her, slipped back into his car and drove off.
Rachel walked up to her apartment with a huge smile on her face. She had expected to feel guilt for not turning Finn in, but she kind of did feel sorry for the guy. He was struggling to make it, and was just having a hard time, she could understand that. It had nothing to do with his cute, firm behind, that adorable smile, or those warm amber eyes of his. Not at all.
It had been fun being chauffeured around like that as well. The traffic in New York was horrible, and she wasn't exactly the best driver so she was used to taking the taxi, or riding the subway if she was desperate. Maybe she could get him to continue to give her rides, that could be his payment. And maybe he could even stop and get her the tea and honey that she needed. And she was out of her ice cream too, she would need it for her next movie night with Santana. That wouldn't be too much to ask would it? Certainly not, this was a huge sacrifice she was making for him, just about anything she asked should be fair game. Suddenly she knew what her deal would be. Pulling out her phone she dialed the newest addition to her contacts.
"Hello?"
"Hello again Finn, I'm calling to let you know that I've reached my decision." She could hear a muffled groan, but chose to ignore it.
"Great. So what's it going to be?"
"I would like you to act as my personal servant."
"Servant?!"
"Personal Assistant, if you like that better."
"You can't be serious...you can't just...ugh!" She could practically hear him turning red, his eyebrows scrunching together trying to think of a way out of this.
"You owe me Finn, this is my deal. Take it or leave it." There was silence on the other end until she finally heard a sigh.
"Fine, I'll do it. I'll be your assistant, just don't go around calling me your servant, slavery ended a long time ago."
"Great!" she squealed, "now I hope you haven't gotten too far, I need some tea."
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OH! And I do not own 'The Purple Playhouse' either, if it even exists.