What's up guys!
This is my fic, that was origanally written in Portuguese. My friends said that i should translate it to English, so i'm giving it a try.
A few things: JMD was written between the end of season 2 and season three. I wasn't aware of 'NYADA', that's why i used Julliard. And about Julliard, i know nothing about this college, so let's say this is my Julliard AU Version, okay? (also NYU)
As if it wasn't obvious, English is not my native language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.
And i'd like to say THANK YOU again to Caroline and Gabi. My betas. Love you girls.
That's it. I hope you enjoy your reading.
Chapter One: Let's Have Some Fun
"Today the night is ours! Uhuu!"
The two young ladies that were with her ran inside the two-story house full of college students. She saw Brittany get a beer for herself from a boy who was, apparently, wasted, then proceeded to follow her girlfriend. Santana was ahead and quickly was talking to a bunch of people while was served by a dude a shot of tequila. The blonde hugged her from behind.
The duo was used to go to these parties all the time, and it was something that she couldn't keep up with her friends. It's not like she is anti-social or isolated, it's just that she doesn't understand why people have to be drunk every weekend. Wearing a tight jeans (thanks to Santana, by the way) and a tight Julliard Drama Division shirt, her hair wavy and loose falling over her shoulders while her bangs were put a little aside to avoid falling in front of her eyes, and a light makeup she was crossing the room bumping into drunk boys and girls. She declined when offered her beers and shots and was lucky when a poor girl puked in the middle of the "dance floor" almost making her as her target. The night was only starting; this is just the beginning of one the most amazing and biggest college parties, the one right before the beginning of classes.
Rachel was paying extra attention to Santana drinking another tequila shot and the little show that her best friend was putting in front of everyone, like, sucking the lemon that Brittany had between her lips and making the boys scream. These people hardly knew how loud her friends could be. She knew Santana since high school, both were born and raised in NY, although the Latina used to bully Rachel all the time, but that changed when Santana saw herself in the middle of a sexual orientation crisis and tried - and succeeded - to kiss her. Then she admitted the bullying and everything else were Santana's way of dealing with her weird attraction to Rachel. As for Rachel, raised by a gay couple, two dads, the whole situation, although confusing, was something that she was prepared for: open mind and mature. Santana expected every negative reaction from Rachel except a helpful hand. So they started creating a bond, a friendship and by graduation the Latina came out of the closet as a lesbian.
The two of them were so different from each other, different dreams, different goals, but somehow they completed each other in a level. While Santana was accepted in NYU, Rachel went to Julliard, but decided to share an apartment together near both campuses. Med School took all Santana's time and yet tried to help her best friend with money and these stuff. Rachel though, she works as waitress in the morning and gets extra money every month from her dads.
Brittany came into their lives in the sophomore year in college, (Julliard too. Dance Division). She met Rachel by chance, through Tina who dates Mike and the boy is from her class. The foursome started a friendship and later Brittany added Mercedes – both went to high school together in Chicago – and she is from the Music Division in Julliard. Then Mercedes brought Kurt – a familiar face to Rachel because they were both in the same class, but didn't talk much -. When Santana could get a free time from her responsibilities she joined them and the spark between her and Brittany was instantaneous. The romance started by the beginning of their junior year and soon enough Santana and Brittany were sharing a room (and an apartment with Rachel). That was good, because now they are three to share the bills and the rent. From Rachel's point of view, the only thing that she lost was the silence at night. Like was said, these two can be very loud.
They are starting their sophomore year, and Santana got tired of being responsible all the fucking time, so parties are a routine for her. Mike and Tina go with her sometimes, Brittany is always with her girlfriend, Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel are not so into these stuff. But tonight Santana found a way to bring her to this party in the middle of Brooklyn.
"A-Rach!" Brittany called and saved her from a bunch of drunk boys grabbing Rachel by the hand and bringing her to Santana, who, by the way, was in the middle of another provocative show. As soon as she caught Brittany with her best friend, Santana offered a shot. "Drink with us, Hobbit!" she yelled excited.
Rachel declined alcohol again and pointed at her throat. Both didn't care very much and continued the drinking game. She laughed watching her friends getting drunk so quickly and followed both with her eyes to the dance floor where they started dancing with the rhythm of the music. Deciding that the couple could be alone for a few minutes, Rachel dared to explore the rest of the party. She crossed the chaos of people again until she was in the backyard and noticed a group of boys running around naked and laughing hysterically.
"I thought you didn't like parties very much."
She jumped a little when she felt the hot breath against her ear. Rachel turned around and saw the young man wearing the same shirt as hers. His face was very familiar and although both were Julliard students, he was older. He was the boy who she had a complicated relationship that lasted almost one year with, the boy that every girl in the Julliard Campus was crazy about. Rachel hadn't seen him since the end of her junior year, right before the beginning of the summer. He didn't seem to have changed much, except for the hair, now a little longer. Like he knew that she was thinking about his hair, the boy made a ridiculous gesture, shaking his head like those old shampoo commercials and then looked back at her.
"Hello Jesse."
She said looking away and paying her attention back to the bunch of naked dudes and laughing at their silliness.
"What brings you here?" he asked taking a few steps closer to her.
Rachel noticed what he was doing and didn't give him the chance of grabbing her hand, so she crossed her arms and took a step back. Jesse looked offended, but didn't say anything and decided to put his own hands inside his pockets.
"Santana and Brittany dragged me." She explained turning her look to his face once the naked boys disappeared. "You shouldn't drink, you know." Rachel said when saw her ex getting a beer for himself.
Jesse took a few sips before giving her a sly smile and hiding a triumphant glow behind his eyes. He tried to stay colder to her again and this time Rachel didn't retread. The boy took this as a good sign and bended a little, getting on her height level. He was so so close to her adorable face and laughed lightly when she realized the proximity between them.
"Are you worried about me, Rachel?" Jesse asked full of himself. The beer that he was drinking definitely wasn't his first one, so the alcohol breath that hit her face was strong. "Wanna get out of here? I know that you don't like parties, we could go out and have dinner or something…"
After the initial shock – because of how close they were suddenly – Rachel took two steps back and felt relieved that she was away from his (strong) beer breath.
"That's not how it works, okay? Just because we spent a summer apart it doesn't mean that everything is going to be back to normal, Jesse." She answered trying to hide the hurt in her voice.
"I don't want everything going back to normal, I want to start again. This time apart made me realize what I want in my life and I want you back, Rachel." Jesse said trying to get closer to her again, but Rachel didn't let him.
She couldn't quite believe what he just said. Is he for real? Rachel offered him a sarcastic smile while her mind was bringing back the images of that May afternoon. Her emotions were starting getting out of control by every feeling being revived because of the memories. She wanted to scream, slap his face, offend him and even considered the option of Jesse being eaten alive by a lion. A vision that she liked very much.
"You cheated on me! I caught you with two girls in bed, Jesse!" she fumed. "How dare you—"
"Hey! Stay away from her you piece of shit!" Santana barked interrupting them and shoving him out of the way.
"Stay out of this, Santana! This is between Rachel and I." He confronted the lesbian. Even though he was taller and stronger than Santana, his attitude didn't have any effect on her who didn't budge and stayed in the middle of them. "Get the hell out of here, bitch!" Jesse growled.
"Listen to me, St. James. I have never been your fan and I tolerated you because of my Hobbit, who I thought was very happy by your side, but deep down I always knew that you were an asshole. And you proved my point when you decided to screw two sluts behind Rachel's back. So, I won't let you near her or try to win my best friend back, ya hear me? Santana said in a furious tone and getting really close to him. "Now… You get the fuck out of way!" then she got his own beer from his hand and threw at his face.
Brittany who until then was beside Rachel watching everything, grabbed Santana's arm before Jesse could do anything or tried to hit her girlfriend. As for Santana, she didn't finish and wanted to continue their argument, but the blonde didn't let her. Meanwhile, Rachel didn't know how to react, but she surprised everyone by her laugh. She bended down laughing her ass off and letting Jesse even more pissed. Humiliated, he turned around and was gone.
"He was lucky. Next time I throw acid at his precious little face." Santana said giving Jesse's back the middle finger. She got her attention back to Rachel and smiled. "The guys are preparing a karaoke contest in there, let's have fun, Hobbit!" The trio went back to the house.
The idea was a karaoke contest, but it turned out to be a freak show. Two girls started singing Joan Jett – Britney Spears' version, though – but they stopped in the middle of the song and decided to spice things a little more, like a strip-tease. Well, neither Santana nor Brittany would let these sophomore girls take away the spotlight from them, so it's safe to say that the party got a little more wanky. But Rachel was tired and didn't want to bother her friends, so after letting the duo know that she was heading home, Rachel saw herself in a deserted street in the middle of night in Brooklyn.
The walk to the closest avenue was quite long and from there she could hail a taxi. The night was a little cool and the only sounds that she was hearing were from her heels hitting the ground. Rachel was sensing danger around her, every cell in her body was screaming and she was full alert: eyes and ears. The buildings were dark, people were already sleeping, and she walked faster feeling something in her throat. Panic, maybe? She should have waited for Brittany and Santana and the only second that Rachel distracted herself to take a look at her watch she feels a huge hand grabbing her arm and pulling her to a dark valley. Rachel's first thought was rape and that was enough to bring tears in her eyes. She was about to scream and she felt a cold blade against her neck, then the young woman choked in her own crying while the aggressor's hands were groping on her, butt, legs. The knife was pressed with more pressure against her skin causing an irritation and she couldn't see his face, the valley was barely illuminated. His hands were back on her butt where he found fifty bucks and backed away taking her purse, running away with it.
Rachel collapsed on the floor crying and in shock. Seconds had passed when she heard a thud and saw two silhouettes falling and three others around not so distant from where she was. One of them have realized what's going on and looked in her direction alarmed. The boy was a NYU student and it was in Law School, that's what his shirt was saying. He was short, curly hair full of gel, was wearing pink Ray Ban glasses – who wears glasses in the middle of the night anyway? -. Very gently he took her hand and put Rachel on her feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked taking off his glasses and holy crap, his eyebrows are huge, Rachel thought. She was more calm now – not on full panic attack -, but still scared as shit.
They were distracted when yells could be heard from the little group ahead. Two of them were trying to kick a person who was on the ground – her aggressor apparently – and the boy who was with Rachel went to help his friends. The Law student was successful in breaking apart the fight. Her aggressor ran away again. Then the whole group came into her direction.
"Are you okay?" the boy with huge eyebrows asked again. His voice soft and gentle while he felt comfortable enough to take a look at her and seeing the red mark caused by knife in her neck. "Wow!" he said alarmed.
"Hey Julliard, your purse."
Different from the short, curly hair student, this new guy in front of Rachel was tall. Very tall. He wasn't wearing any college t-shirt – maybe he wasn't a college student…? Maybe. -, his clothes were simple: white shirt, jeans, leather jacket, messy hair and scruff. He didn't seem very friendly, but she noticed that his bottom lip was hurt and bleeding a little. Rachel took her purse back.
"Are you okay?" it was the third time that this question was asked and by the same person: The Law student. Then he turned around to the tall boy and pointed his finger to a thin stain of blood in his white t-shit. "What is this, man?!"
"That bastard cut me with his knife when he bumped into me. It's nothing, it was just superficial." He explained lifting his shirt and showing that it was, indeed, nothing serious. "Are you okay?" now the tall boy asked while he bended a little bit to look at her, his eyes full of concern.
"Yeah, still nervous. But I'm fine, I guess." Rachel caught herself answering before opening her purse and grabbing her cell phone.
"Puck!" Tall Boy called and Rachel noticed another guy coming. He didn't seem very friendly, just like the Tall Boy. His mohawk was beyond ridiculous and his shirt was saying that The Mohawk Boy was a Firefighter in Training. "You get this stuff, I think she hurt her neck." Tall Boy informed.
"Did you fall or hit your head in somewhere?"
Just when she was about to answer another dude appeared blocking The Mohawk Boy's way. Now the whole group has faces. He seemed the strongest, blonde; his voice was even softener than the Law Student and he very gently searched for another bruises in her face and arms and paying extra attention to her neck. Suddenly the Mohawk Boy shoved The Blonde Boy out of the way and decided to continue the "exam" himself.
"Back off, Evans! Finny-D called me and not you!" Mohawk Boy said being super gentle with her bruise. "Superficial, nothing to worry about. That son of a bitch tried something more with you?" he asked backing away a little.
"You're a fucking bastard, you know that?!" The Blonde Boy said while shoving back The Mohawk Boy. "I'm a Firefighter as much as you, asshole!"
"Hey! Stop you two! Do I have to remind each one of you that you are both in training?!" The Law Student took a step ahead and calmed his friends. "Stop with this stupid behavior and let's worry about the girl."
"Did he try to rape you?" Tall Boy asked. His voice darker than ever while taking off his leather jacket and putting on her shoulders. Rachel didn't even notice how cold she was until feeling the leather warming her body. Tall Boy looked furious, he was tense waiting for her answer. And in the middle of all that were his eyes, still full of concern. How could he be so worried about her? They barely knew each other! "Do you want—"
"RACHEL!" the unmistakable tone of Santana's voice hit her ears. Rachel saw her friends running in her direction and both engulfed her little body in a tight hug. "Baby, are you okay? Oh my God, we came as soon as possible, I swear." The Latina and Brittany hugged her again.
"A-Rach, is everything fine?" The Blonde asked almost crying. "We shouldn't have let you go home alone, I'm so sorry!"
"How did you guys know?" Rachel was curious and finally being able to breathe again. Then the pair noticed the male audience around them.
"We heard that a student was attacked. A Julliard student. And you left and the attack happened minutes after you leaving, so…" Brittany explained and finally making eye contact with the boys. "Who are you?"
The Mohawk Boy took the honor of the presentations:
"I'm Puck. Noah Puckerman. The blonde over there is my buddy Trouty Mouth, or Sam Evans if you like." Sam gave him the finger while Puck continued his duty and pulling Blaine by his side. "This is Blaine Anderson and the dude there is my Finny-D, or Finn. Whatever." He finished. "By the way, my boy Finn was the one who kicked that bastard's ass! I tried to knock him out, but Sam is a motherfucker and didn't let me!" Puck whined. Sam gave him the finger again.
With a full smile plastered on his face, Puck turned to Santana and Brittany and asked. "What about you, ladies?" he tried to sound charming but failing miserably.
"I'm Brittany and this is my girlfriend Santana." She answered making the boys' eyes pop out of their heads. "We appreciate what you guys made for Rachel."
"You men are always the same." Santana said in a bored tone. "And stop smiling like an idiot!" she barked looking at Puck. "Instead of fantasize about us, why don't you go back home to your wife?" Santana added and making very clear that she saw the wedding ring on his finger.
"C'mon, we'll take you guys safely to the avenue, and then you can hail a taxi." Finn, the Tall Boy said pulling Rachel with him. "Don't worry Julliard, you guys are safe with us."
They exchanged small smiles and that was enough for Rachel. Tall Boy intrigued her, not in a bad way. They walked in silence while Santana and Puck continued bickering like an old married couple behind them.
tbc.