Summary- A bad day usually meant a sketchy bar and Santana Lopez. The time traveling part is new, though. Faberry, Brittana, and mentions of past Pezberry. Takes place after The Break Up Episode.
A/N: Hola peoples. So, I have a nice little story for everyone here that has been festering in my hardrive for a few months now. I do hope you enjoy it, despite any mistakes I might make. I'm only human and this is un-beta'd. This is also my first try at Faberry, so let's hope I do this pairing justice. Feel free to tell me if I don't. I'm a glutton for punishment :P
Disclaimer-Glee is not mine. Or else Brittana would toats still be together.
Chapter 1-Resolutions
She felt like her life was over. Plain and simple. She wasn't alone this time though. Not that she was really ever truly alone during times like this. She had just broken up with the guy who had been her everything since sophomore year, so of course she needed this time to recoperate Rachel Berry never really has liked bars. They meant lonely nights and Santana Lopez.
Said latina was just as sad, yet (surprisingly) more sober then she was. Rachel knew that Santana and Brittany were meant to be forever, but herself? Despite Brody obsessing over her now, what about later? If Finn didn't work out, then whose to say she'd work with anyone?
"You drink too much, Berry."
"You drink too much."
"I'm barely tipsy, and I doubt you can stand right now."
"Whatever, let me have my drink in peace," Rachel has always been a bit of a sassy drunk. Santana learned that the fourth time this has happend, back in junior year, when Brittany got with Artie. She also had a thing for whiskey. Santana noticed that the first time.
"You think I made a mistake?" Santana Lopez didn't show insecurity, but with a few drinks she poured out her poor little lesbian heart. Rachel had picked that up back in Junior year. Rachel simply passed Santana another shot, and downed one of her own.
"You did what you had to do. We both did." Even though doing what they had to do left them both drunk and alone. Typical Saturday when the two brunettes were together.
"I mean I don't want this to be forever, but I felt like I should get to...be in college and I couldn't do that fully with Britts back home." Santana couldn't bare to have possibly cheated on her ex. Not that she ever would, but being so far away killed her, and it tempted her to go back to her old ways. Brittany didn't deserve that.
"I think we switch bodies when we drink."
"Fucking honestly though...I feel like shit."
"Join the club," Rachel had another shot, followed by a tiny hiccup. Only Rachel Berry could make that look cute.
The bar grew quiet and both girls found themselves basking in the low lights and Rachel absently tapped her foot to the light music that played. 'In the Ghetto' by Elvis Presley played and if she was sober than Rachel would've asked where Santana even found this place. She's wandered about New York plenty of times and never has she seen this place. It smelled like Quinn Fabray during her skank days and the bar tender kept giving them drink after drink, though they probably weren't gonna pay.
A light bulb went off in Rachel's head.
"I think we should make a resolution!" Rachel smiled as if it was the best idea ever, despite Santana's eyeroll.
"Its November."
"I mean like, a full on...thing. Like lets say we spend the rest of our freshmen year just...living life to the fullest. No boys, girls, just living." She finsihed with a proud smile and Santana sighed to herself. Was she really about to make a pact with Rachel Berry?
"Anything's better then feeling like I do now." Santana relented, her mind replaying the last kiss she shared with Brittany.
With a clink of two shot glasses, their fates were sealed.
Mornings like this happened more often then either girl is willing to admit. Everything was too bright, the room was cold and the only silver lining was the calming scent of bananas. Rachel's head was pounding and she made a mental note to scold Santana for always letting her drink so much whiskey. The latina girl was nowhere in sight, and...
"Wait, what the-" Rachel shot up with a groan, immediately holding her head. She felt a stirring next to her, praying that Santana was next to her. Although she was pretty sure the latina never dyed her hair blonde. Nor was she that pale. And her eyes weren't hazel, she's never spooned Rachel (They did cuddle...once.) or looked at her like...that.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" That definately wasn't Santana's voice. Her voice was no where near that raspy, and light. Her eyes didn't hold so much light, and her lips weren't that soft looking (Rachel didn't know where that came from) and pink.
"Q-Quinn?" Rachel couldn't think of a single reason as to how this happened. Why was she in some strange house with Quinn Fabray, in the same bed, calling her 'sweetie'? And why the hell was she leaning so close to her? Dear god her lips were right there.
"The one and only." She smiled teasingly and kissed her lips softly. Rachel's observation was correct. Her lips were like twin pieces of pink cotten candy with how soft they were. The bruentte was dazed by the time lips parted and she honestly couldn't remember her name.
"What the hell happened last night?" It spilled from her mouth before she could catch it and Quinn's smile faded a bit, and she rooled win hazel eyes.
"You were out with Santana, and she let you drink too much. You'd think that she'd be more responsible at 27, but-"
"20...27?" Last time she checked, her and Santana were both around 18 years old.
"She acts like she's still 16, but yes, we're all 27," Quinn smiled at the brunette, kissing her cheek, making the skin there turn red. "Except you, your 26, cause your the smallest."
"I don't appreciate the height jokes Quinn Fabray!" Rachel blushed in fustartion (And her cheek still tingled) that even now, Quinn freaking Fabray could still mock her short stature. Yelling backfired, for her head was still pounding and she groaned. Quinn kissed her temple, and stroked her cheek.
"Why don't you go take something for that hangover, and I'll go feed Harmony." Quinn stepped out of bed in only her bra and panties. Rachel was momentarilly distracted, before her mind back tracked.
"Harmony?" Rachel wondered if they had a pet or something. Quinn slipped on an oversized shirt, as Rachel wondered if maybe she owned a dog, or possibly a cat. Her fathers never let her-
"Yeah, you know, our daughter you missed the Tony awards for?" Rachel didn't know whether to be happy she was Tony nominated, or shocked that she had a baby with Quinn Fabray. What was going on with the world? She was seriously going to stop drinking.
"I swear I'm gonna kill Santana, the alcohol is going to your brain." Quinn rolled her eyes thinking of her friend. "Call her and ask her if we're still on for lunchtime and meet me in the nursery, just in case your daughter has a diva fit."
"But...phone?" Rachel was having a breakdown. Yet Quinn seemed to find it more endearing than concerning and another kiss was planted on the shellshocked brunette's face.
"On the dresser," Quinn whispered against her lips, making Rachel's stomach tingle in ways that made all this seem even more real.
None of this was adding up. Sure, she was looking forward to being closer to Quinn, now that highschool and all the other pressures of Lima were gone, but this was...this was way too much progress in so little time. And the way that Quinn's hazel eyes looked at her with such intensity, so much love that looked so foreign to the former HBIC was just so familiar. It's the same way Santana looks at Brittany.
The same way she used to look at Finn.
"I love you." She smiled as she scampered out of the room before Rachel could even reply. Not that she could even say much. Quinn fucking Fabray just told her she loved her. Rachel laid there for a good two minutes before she made her way to the bathroom. She noticed she still had on the same clothes from the night before on as she opened the big white door to the bathroom. It was as big and spacious as the bedroom was. Atleast she had been doing well for herself in this...universe.
"Dear god." Rachel looked up, only to see an older her in the mirror. The olde her looked exactly as she did now, but with a few worry lines, and a few more inches of height on her. She had also opted out on the Berry bangs.
"Please tell me this isn't real and its just gods way of telling me that I should stop drinking with Santana Lopez."
"I actually just went out with her last night, which I haven't really done since back when we had relations," Older Rachel seemed to contemplate that for a moment, while little Rachel's eyes went wide.
"I had sex with Santana Lopez?"
Isn't that the perfect place to stop? Please do note that this is a a Faberry story, despite the Pezberry I place in here. It's actually very important to the story line. Plus I've always had a teeny little place in my heart for Pezberry :P
Next chapter will have more future stuff, and a small Kurt appearance (Don't worry, he'll be around more later) and other characters will soon make their appearances as well. Plus the chapters will be longer, this was just so you could get a feel for the story.
So, please review and tell me whatever I did wrong. I find it healthy to vent your feelings. But seriously, any thoughts, suggestions, whatever, don't hesistate to tell me.
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