In The Pursuit Of Love ch. 1
Rachel's P.O.V.
The morning after Noah's Halloween party: I have awoken with a horrible hangover. My head feels like it's being beaten on by a jackhammer, my mouth tastes like it's filled with cotton balls, nausea and light both hurt my eyes. I don't want to open my eyes but I slowly open them to realize that I'm not in room or in my bed. I lift myself up and lean against the headboard to realize that my body aches everywhere, but especially between my legs.
I look realizing that I am in Noah's room and I am naked. I feel the heat making its way into my cheeks before pulling the sheets up to my chest to keep my modesty in case someone or Noah makes their way up here. Why am I naked? It's obvious that I've slept with someone but who was it? I can't remember a lot of the party or even what occurred last night. I know that I wasn't drunk enough to let anyone have their way with me.
No one in my school finds me attractive enough except for maybe Finn and Jesse, but do they find me attractive enough to sleep with? I know that I wasn't drunk enough to sleep with either of them because I am or was not ready to take our relationship to that level yet. I wouldn't sleep around with just anyone, but why can't I remember with whom I slept last night? I remember coming to the party with Finn, I drank quite a bit, Finn brought me upstairs in order to 'get into my pants'.
I remember rejecting his advances and then proceeding to cry because the he broke up with me, and then someone came to comfort me. Everything after that is pretty much a blur and now I am alone with my thoughts. Why do I remember someone calling me baby girl and telling me to sleep well? Why didn't they stay around long enough for me to identify them? Did they find my presence so hideous that they couldn't stay?
The thought makes my heart clench at the possibility. I know that I am not that pretty but I am not too bad of person despite the image I project to others. I step out bed and put my clothes back on. I smooth the wrinkles out of them and try to comb out my hair with my fingers before walking out of the Puck's room. I walk down the stairs to see most of the Glee club passed out from last night in various places around the living room with the exception of a quarterback and a certain Latin Cheerio.
Did Santana come to the party last night? She normally comes to all of Noah's parties and never turns down free alcohol. This is all very odd, but my head is throbbing. All I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the weekend. I walk out of the house and down the street towards my house. Thank goodness that it is not too far of a walk. When I unlocked the door of my home I can hear movement coming from the kitchen.
I close the door behind me and walk towards the kitchen to see my Dad and Daddy. They look both up to see me standing in the doorway and give each other knowing looks. Daddy gets up from his seat and walks over towards me, placing a small kiss on my forehead before chuckling.
"May I ask what is so funny, Daddy?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.
"Nothing Pumpkin. There's some Advil in the bathroom cabinet and I suggest that you eat something before you decide to go to bed" Daddy said smiling sympathetically.
"We're assuming that you had a good time at the party but… not too much of a good time" Dad said raising an eyebrow.
I do not like lying to my Dads but I cannot tell them that I had a drunken one-night stand, especially since I can't even remember it. They would be so disappointed in me and I would hate to disappoint them. My Dads can never find out about what occurred at Noah's party.
"Yes, I had a good time but I wish to go to bed. I hope I never have to feel this again." I said shaking my head.
"I bet you don't, but come eat something first" Daddy said ushering me to the table.
I sit down as Daddy places food upon my plate as Dad lightly ruffles my hair affectionately. I swat his hand away and normally I would lecture him about tampering with a girl's hair along with a PowerPoint presentation, but I just don't have the energy to do it. Daddy places food in front of me and I pick up my fork to engorge myself on the deliciousness that is my Daddy's cooking.
I am glad that he made vegan pancakes because I do not wish to ever eat meat or animals ever again after watching a documentary on how the food industry treats the animals that they are serving to us on a daily basis. It made me sick to my stomach and I converted to being a vegan ever since.
I can feel my hangover slowly disappearing, but it's still there and I am exhausted. I excuse myself and walk upstairs to the bathroom, easily finding the Advil in the bathroom kitchen. I take two of them with some water before entering my room and crawling under the bed to get some rest before having to go back to school the next day.
"I am going to find out who I slept with last night if it is the last thing that I do. I have a few words for him about taking advantage of a drunken girl."
Santana's P.O.V.
I'm at home, laying on the couch as I flip through the channels on the TV, but there is nothing good on. My house is pretty big and lavish since my Dad is an actual doctor and not some stupid dentist. He works so much that I see him maybe once or twice a week if I'm lucky. I know that he wants to be able to give my baby brother and me everything that we could want or need, but what we really need is for him to be here.
I love my six year old brother, Guillermo or Memo for short, but I shouldn't have to take care of him. I'm not old enough to be a parent but I don't have a choice. My Dad is a workaholic and my Mother has been M.I.A. for the last few years, I'm not sure where she went but we haven't heard a word from her ever since and it tore my family apart. She just left a note saying that she couldn't take it anymore and needed to find herself or whatever the fuck that means.
I don't think she intended for me to find it, but I did and my Dad was never the same after. He picked up more hours at the hospital to cope with the pain of his wife leaving and I didn't feel much after that. I promised myself that I would look after Memo to love and protect him since his Mami decided to leave us behind. I asked myself for years why she left and to this day I still don't have an answer. Fuck her, she doesn't deserve us and we don't need her.
Not many people have see my house other than Brittany and Quinn, but if people knew that I don't actually live in Lima Heights, it would ruin my reputation. I used to live there when my Dad was going to medical school, but he quickly moved us out of there when he could. I hear a light footsteps walking against the wooden floorboards and something being dragged against the floor. I see a head of messy black curls making themselves known.
Soon Memo appears coming sleepily around the corner, he's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his blue blanket in his hand before he makes his way towards me. He climbs onto top of me before flopping down knocks the wind out of me. My brother is getting bigger and heavier everyday, but I love the little booger.
"Santi, I'm hungry"
"Go make you something. You know how to make cereal" I said rolling my eyes.
"But I want pancakes and you said that I'm not allowed to use the stove" Memo said looking up at me.
"Ugh, you're such a lazy little booger" I sighed annoyed.
"But I'm your booger" Memo said grinning cheekily.
"Get off me before I go all Lima Heights on you" I said playfully pushing him off of me.
I love my baby brother because he's mine even though he gets on my ever-loving nerves. There isn't anything that I wouldn't do for him and I refuse to let anything happen to him. I pulled out the supplies before mixing them together in a bowl. I pour the batter into a pan before flipping it.
"Santi, why doesn't Brittany come anymore?" Memo asked walking into the kitchen.
"What are you talking about? She comes over all the time" I said frowning.
"Nuh-uh, not like she used. Doesn't she like us anymore" Memo asked pouting.
"Of course but she has a boyfriend and she wants to spend time with him too" I said putting the pancakes on some plates.
"That's stupid. She was ours first" Memo said frowning.
Amen to that! I couldn't agree more. Gotta love my brother. Sometimes I can see myself in him and it's scary, but not now. I know how much Memo loves the blonde dancer and spending time with her. Now that she's with Cripples McGee, she doesn't spend as much time with us like she used to. I know that the 6 year old misses her a lot, but there's nothing that I can do about that because I have barely repaired my friendship with the blonde. I can't risk losing her again.
"I know Memo, but sometimes things change and we're not gonna always like it" I said ruffling his hair.
"I guess… so does that mean that you're gonna get a boyfriend?" Memo asked titling his head to the side.
"I don't think I'm ever gonna get a boyfriend" I said laughing a little.
"Why not? You're very pretty, you're cooking awesome food, you sing me to sleep, read me stories, and take very good care of me. I know that I love you so, why wouldn't anyone else love you too" Memo said smiling.
Memo definitely has a way with words and I love that he thinks that I can have anyone that I wanted, if only that were true. If I could get the one person that I truly liked than I would be over the moon, but things ain't that simple. In a 6 year old's mind, things would be that simple but in a few years he'll have to learn that they arent.
"Thanks Memo but I don't want a boyfriend" I said shaking my head.
"You want a girlfriend?" Memo asked innocently.
I nearly choked on my pancakes at my brother's question. Does he even know what' he's asking me? I really hope that he doesn't. I know that I like girls but in this town, being different let alone being alone gay is very dangerous. Look at Kurt who's out of the closet and open about his sexuality. He got thrown into dumpsters and had slushies thrown in his face everyday before switching schools. I know that Rachel isn't gay but she gets harassed everyday for being different and having two gay fathers. I was part making their lives miserable and I regret what I did because I would never want Memo to become a bully.
"What are you talking about, Memo?" I asked frowning.
"A girlfriend? To kiss and hug like what you and Brittany used to do"
"We weren't dating" I said rubbing my temple.
"But you didn't say that you didn't want a girlfriend. Can I find you one?" Memo asked bouncing in his seat.
"No, you can't find me a girlfriend and I don't want one either" I said glaring at my brother.
"But"
"Memo, I mean it. We're done with this conversation" I said sternly.
Memo huffed before folding his arms and muttered fine under his breath. I don't know why he thinks I want a girlfriend, but I don't want to deal with this right now. I grabbed our plates and rinsed them off in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher. I turned around to see that my brother had walked out of the kitchen so I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Memo is sitting on the couch with his arms folded and a pout on his face. I know that he's upset with me right now, but he'll get over it. The 6 year old will pout for a few hours before he comes to bug me and make me do something with him.
End of ch. 1