A/N: Hello there! Welcome to my new fic, which I've been working on at the side for a while. Now I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I am working full speed ahead on the next chapter for Transition, and I'm already ahead with this one so it won't get in the way. I have a long weekend coming up and I'm hoping I can get it up by Monday evening. So fear not! It's on it's way!
With this fic, this is just the prologue, but just to give you an idea I already have three chapters done and a good portion of the fourth and the fifth. I'm thinking that I can get a weekly chapter since I am ahead, which is what I've been trying to do with Transition but I keep posting new chapters the minute I finish them because they take so long.
I hope you enjoy this fic! It's sort of become my baby.
"Vamos vamos! let's go bitches!" the Latina ordered as the three ran out of the door and through the streets.
"Shit S! If we get caught this is it for me!" the mo-hawked boy seethed through his teeth.
"Relax Puck, we're not gonna get caught!" the tiny brunette at his side assured. "Just talk less and run like the wind!"
The trio ran like their lives depended on it and turned into a dark alley when they were sure they got away. Puck was confused when the two girls started laughing.
"What are you two laughing about?" he asked. No answer. The Latina and the short brunette were too busy hanging on to each other to stay upright. "It's not funny guys, we could have been caught!"
"Oh relax and have a joint muchacho!" Santana said, grabbing one of the blunts in her pocket and tossing it over to him.
"After that run, I think I need one." He said, pulling a lighter out of his pocket.
"You in tiny?" Santana asked, she looked over to the brunette.
"No thanks S, I don't smoke the product, I just sell it." Rachel said with a wave of her hand.
"And that's why you're so uptight all the time, have a smoke with us, it'll be fine, alcohol does more damage, and I've seen you go through a six pack of beer." Santana argued.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. SHIT!" Rachel said looking at the phone which she had just pulled out of her pocket.
"What? Is it the cops?" Puck asked, hiding the joint.
"No man, it's my dads! Five new messages and, oh holy crap, THIRTY SEVEN missed calls? Oh I'm in it deep!" Rachel whined.
"Rachie's in trouble with daddy?" Santana teased.
"Suck my dick Lopez!" Rachel snapped.
"Sorry dude I'm allergic to peanuts." Santana teased again, grabbing at Rachel's crotch roughly.
"Woah! S! What did I tell you about grabbing me like that!" Rachel said, yanking the Latina's hand away.
"Yeah remember the first time you did it? She had a hard on all day!" Puck said with a chuckle and a cough as smoke billowed out of his mouth, he handed the now lit joint to Santana.
"Yeah that was hilarious." Santana said, taking a drag from the joint.
"It was mortifying. And that's not the point. My point is don't be putting those claws anywhere near my junk, I wanna keep it thank you!" Rachel rolled her eyes as Santana chuckled.
"Maybe you should get outta here, I don't want you in anymore trouble than you already are chica." Santana said. "Besides, we're just gonna get high on Puck's couch anyway."
"Yeah and I'm probably already never going to hear the end of it as it is. Might as well save myself any further torture!" Rachel sighed. "I'll see you guys later, S, keep Puck outta prison, if he's gonna be anyone's bitch it's mine!"
"Leave it to me!" Santana said before barking out in laughter.
"Hey I ain't gonna be no one's bitch!" Puck argued, but Rachel was already gone and Santana was laughing too loudly to hear him.
Rachel put the hood of her jacket up and hurried home in the dark streets of Gotham. It was never safe for anyone in this city, but she wasn't ever unprepared. Her dads had gotten her self defense lessons when she had gotten old enough to go out on her own, but just in case she also always carried a switch blade around. She dealt pot with her friends, there was always a risk of a fight breaking out and she was not about to go down without being a challenge for her opponent. That fighting side of her had always been there, she doesn't know where she got them, her dads were peace loving men. They detested violence, no matter how necessary it was in certain situations. They didn't even know about the blade, Puck had given it to her as a welcome gift when she joined him and Santana and now every night when she goes out she hides it in her boot and then keeps it under a fake bottom in her desk drawer, along with anything else that might need hiding.
She arrived at her house and ran up the steps, putting her key in the door. She opened it and was greeted by her one of her dads, Leroy, standing right in front of her.
"Umm…Hey pops." She greeted with a smile. From the look on his face she could tell he was not happy.
"Rachelah Barbra Berry. Do you have any idea how worried your father and I have been? He's been pacing the kitchen since the first call you ignored! I had to convince him not to make a missing persons report!" Her father ranted.
"I'm sorry pop, my phone died." Rachel shrugged. Leroy's nostrils flared, he knew she used this excuse more that once.
"Phone. Now." He demanded with his palm flat open. She took out her cell phone and gave it to him. He tried to turn it on once. Nothing. Twice. Nothing. Three times. Nothing.
And all the while Rachel had to fight herself to remain stoic and expressionless as her father tried to turn on a phone that contained no battery, but a flat chunk of cement she had found on the ground six months ago in the alleyway before going into Puck's apartment. She had had countless arguments with her fathers about not answering her phone, and the first time she tried to use the 'dead battery' excuse, she had been caught after Leroy stated that 'there was no way on earth a phone was that light unless the battery was out.' She had been grounded for a week. When she found the chunk of cement she tested out the weight by taking out her battery and asking Puck to close his eyes and hold out his palm. He stated that he would have thought that she had put the same thing on his hand if it weren't for the rough texture of the chunk and the warmth the battery still retained from just having been at work inside the phone. For six months, whenever she accidentally ignored her dads calling her incessantly, she used the chunk of cement to substitute for the battery weight. It worked every time.
"Here." Leroy said dejectedly as he once again failed to turn the phone on. "This is the third time this month this has happened. I'm not gonna tell you again. Charge. Your danged. Cell phone."
"Sorry pops, won't happen again." Rachel said as she shrugged her jacket of and put it up on the coat rack.
"Mmmhm." Leroy hummed as he walked away. Rachel walked into the kitchen and was suddenly engulfed in a tight, and choking, embrace.
"Oh thank heavens you're alright!" Hiram exclaimed.
"Hi dad." She said, her voice muffled by her father's chest. "Dad. I can't breathe."
"I was so worried Rachelah!" he said, not hearing her plea for air.
"Mmmf-" she tried to say.
"You know the streets are dangerous at night! Oh you could have been kidnapped! Or worse! Assaulted! Or worse-"
"Yeah, I could have been choked to death by the viper hold my own father has me in." Rachel said, trying to push her dad off of her.
"What?" he said looking down at his daughter and then released her allowing her to breathe. "I'm sorry sweetie, you know I get worried."
"Yeah, dad, I know, I know." Rachel rolled her eyes. "You guys shouldn't worry so much, I'm seventeen now! Besides, I'm tough! I can handle myself!"
"We know you're tough, trust me, we've had plenty of calls about fights at school, we know you're tough!" Leroy reminded her. She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, you guys can't keep worrying about me forever. The world sucks. So what. I'll survive, I always have." She shrugged off.
"Oh come now, the world isn't so bad." Hiram argued.
"If you say so." Rachel muttered with another eye roll. "Listen guys I'm pretty tired I'm gonna go hit the hay."
"Okay, goodnight sweetie." Hiram said, kissing her cheek.
"Goodnight baby girl." Leroy said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. She climbed up the stairs and into her room. She dropped the phone and the battery on the bed, quickly switching the battery back with the chunk of cement. She grabbed both that and her switchblade from her boot and hid them under the fake bottom of the desk drawer. She cleared the texts and missed calls and quickly changed into her night shorts and tank top before flopping down into bed. Another night in the life of Rachel Berry. Uneventful, save for being snitched on instead of getting the deal they were supposed to get.
What she didn't know was that her life was about to change completely.
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know!