A/N: Blaine, Lauren, and Matt are all part of ND. This started off as a one-shot for "Weird", but I kinda lost control… Enjoy!
"Ok, guys! Nationals are here!" Will Schuester tried to gain the attention of his talkative glee club. "Hey!" he continued when they all quieted down, "Remember bring your bags packed and be in front of the school at 6 am sharp. This way we can all get to the airport at the same time. We-" a knock at the door stopped the teacher mid-sentence. A man dressed in fitted black pants, a white V-neck, a black vest, and a pair of all black Converses stepped into the choir room.
"Mr. Schuester, correct?" After the curly hair-haired man nodded, the visitor ran his hand through his long, wavy, black hair and continued, "I am here on behalf of the family of one of your students. Their parents have invited all of New Directions to spend a minimum of 2 weeks in their home in the Hamptons."
"Dude, seriously?!" Puck was the first to respond.
"I can handle this Puck. Whose family?"
"They would prefer not to tell until you arrive."
"What do you guys want to do?" the horrible Spanish teacher turns to the teenagers and waits for a response that he hopes will be unanimous. Most of them look excited, except for Santana (but that was expected) and for some reason Quinn wasn't as happy about the announcement either.
A loud chorus of "yeah" and "hell yeah!" was heard throughout the room. Mr. Schuester turned back to the man and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say "there's your answer."
"Whoa. Mr. Shue, how do you know this guy is legit? For all you know he could be a pedophile who has a map of the age of consent for every state on his bedroom wall," everyone, except for Quinn, Puck, and Brittany, turned towards Santana with matching looks of annoyance.
"Must you insist on ruining everything for us Satan?" the Latina slouched down in her chair at hearing the common insult from Kurt. "He obviously knows someone in here, if he came with an invite like that."
"You- Whatever. Do what you want," Santana went to grab her bag when the man's voice halted her movements.
"The family wanted all of you there. Which means this decision needs to be unanimous."
"Fine, we can go," the Latina grumbled. Everyone else finally turned their faces away from the visibly angry cheerleader.
"Well then, I guess we're going to the Hamptons!"
"I can't believe we lost."
"I'm more upset about the fact that we're gonna be stuck in a house with Rachel and a very angry witch by the name of Santana," the Latina tightened her grip on her carry-on bag, once the insult left Mercedes' mouth.
"Well aside from that, I'm happy that we get to go straight there, instead of going back to Lima," Kurt voice rang through the almost empty security check. The flight from the city to the Hamptons was only about 15 minutes, but the mystery family felt it was more efficient.
"Hey, where's Santana going?" Tina questioned. Santana was headed towards the boarding gate for a different flight.
"Her mom called and said she had to help take care of some family situation before break. She said she'll be back either tomorrow or the day after," Puck answered as he watched his oldest friend walk through the gate on the flight to Dayton, Ohio.
"Who cares?" Finn added. "That's at least an extra 24 hours without her around."
"Stop being a jerk Finn. She wouldn't be angry if you hadn't tried to suck Rachel's face off on stage."
"I don't understand why she's angry, she doesn't even like Rachel."
"Guys, we can talk about what happened after we get settled," Mr. Shue said, hoping they wouldn't start a fight in the airport. The flight attendant came towards the group and gestured for them to follow her onto the private plane.
Once they were seated, Puck broke the silence, "Which ever one of your family's is paying for this, I officially love you."
"Welcome to the Hamptons, New Directions!" the show choir filed off the airport shuttle bus and gaped at the expansive villa in front of them. "I apologize for not properly introducing myself to you last week. My name is Angelo Vasquez. Come follow me inside, you can leave your larger pieces of luggage out here."
The students and their teacher trailed behind the man as he entered the mansion's main doors. Their jaws hit the ground when they saw the interior. The stairs and railings were lined with marble and mahogany wood. The furniture sitting in the open rooms that was visible from the foyer, were made from white leather, Rachel was hoping it was faux leather. And the walls, that weren't made from frosted glass, were painted white with gold lilies accenting them.
"This is exquisite."
"Wow, that is the shortest sentence Rachel Berry has ever said," Quinn jested, walking to the front of the group.
"The dining and sitting areas are located in this section. The rooms can be accessed through here or the outer doors. Everyone will have their own room. You may share a room if you wish. Except for you Mr. Puckerman," Angelo added before Puck could ask "Which one of you ladies wanna sleep in my bed?"
"Once you find your room, your belongings will be taken there by the staff and you are free to roam until dinner. There will be a key in the lock, remove it once you claim that room, and keep up with it. Being that it is only 2 o'clock, you are welcome to the food in the kitchen here on the first floor if you do get hungry," as he turned back around he remembered, "Also, do not open any doors that do not have frosted glass knobs."
"I call the room with the biggest bed!" With that everyone ran back out the front door and to the outside gates that led to the living quarters. Once inside the teens preceded to run up and down the hallways and the stairs in search of a suitable room. Rachel, however, calmly walked towards the end of one of the halls, followed by Quinn.
"Has anyone claimed this room Quinn?" Rachel asked stopping at the last door on the left side of the hall.
Quinn turned around from the door across the hall and said, "If there's a frosted glass knob and a key in the lock, it's all yours. Back away from the door Mercedes, this is my room."
"What? There's still a key in it," Mercedes began reaching for the key until Quinn's hand stopped her.
"There's also a clear glass knob on it which means you're not supposed to open it."
"That rule applies to you too," Mercedes retorted, annoyed with the former cheerleader.
"No it doesn't, because this is my room. See you later Rach," the blonde said walking into the room and closing the door behind her.
"You're welcome to room with me Mercedes, if you don't want to go upstairs or down the hall."
"Nah, I'm good. I don't want to wake up to you and Finn making out on your bed," Rachel watched with a slight frown as her fellow diva walked back down the hallway and up the stair case.
Rachel entered her new room. The four poster king-sized bed sat in the center of the far left wall; the sheer black canopy was open on one side. A 46" 3D TV was mounted on the wall across from the bed. The view is what caught Rachel's eye; the wall across from the door was made entirely of glass and the faux beach area surrounding the pool was visible.
"This is going to be an amazing vacation."
After dinner, Angelo sat at the table across from Quinn.
"What happened after you guys got back to the hotel?"
"San lost her mind. We had to hold her back while she was screaming at the top of her lungs about how she was from Lima Heights Adjacent and how bad things happen there. All while Rachel stood there screaming bloody murder," the blonde nonchalantly answered, leaning back in her chair.
"Am I gonna have to keep her away from Rachel?"
"No. No one realized she was trying to get to Finn the entire time. They just assumed she was going after Rachel," Angelo nodded his head. "Besides, Rachel took the room across from me. You know the one right next to Santana's. As long as Finn stays away from her room, I think Rachel, Santana, and I won't lose our minds or attempt to kill him."
"Sounds good. Does anyone know whose house this is? Have they figured it out?" Angelo asked as they stood up from their seats.
"Nope. They were too wrapped up in when they could hit the beach or go shopping. And Finn spent his time hunting down Rachel, who did a pretty good job of hiding. Plus, Brittany remembered her promise not to tell or drop really obvious hints"
"Well, whenever Santana decides to reveal herself, they'll figure it out."
"Maybe, most of them are only a little bit smarter than Finn, but still dumber than Britt pretends be."
Angelo chuckled and bid Quinn a goodnight.
Rachel roamed around the gated villa. She opened the oak doors of one section that seemed to connect to her and Quinn's area of the "house". There were no longer chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, but instead fluorescent lights that reminded the small girl of McKinley's hallways; the lights were only half lit. The marble floor was now wood vinyl, the kind you would see in a dance studio. The walls were now floor to ceiling mirrors and the speakers for what appeared to be an intercom system were embedded into the ceiling. Rachel could hear the sound of Rihanna's "Rehab" coming from one of the open doors down the hall. The light from the room was flooding the nearly dark hall and as Rachel stepped closer to the door she could see someone in a sports bra and basketball shorts dancing, but not their face. The room was made like a professional dance studio, including movable Barres and wall to wall mirrors. She stood in the doorway watching until the song ended.
"Can I help you?" Rachel was snapped out of her daze when the voice pierced her ears. She couldn't see the dancer's face because she was standing right in front of her reflection.
"I'm sorry. I was wandering around and saw you dancing. You're really good."
"Thanks Berry."
"S-Santana?" The Latina turned around to face the tiny diva.
"Yep. Do you like the house?" the Latina was out of breath and slightly bothered by the fact her hobbit… the hobbit found her hide out.
"Yes, it is very beautiful, especially my room."
"What does your bed look like?" Every room in the house had different beds and color schemes.
"Four poster king sized, with a sheer black canopy, white comforter with black vines, and black and white pillows."
"Ah, you're right next to my room. I designed that one myself," Santana said shutting down her sound equipment. "I'm glad you're in there; nobody else would have been able to appreciate the fact that it is simple yet sophisticated."
"Yeah, it is," the two began to walk down the hallway, farther away from the door Rachel entered through.
"What are you doing over here?"
"I was kind of exploring the grounds. I wandered in here, and then I heard the music. You are a really good dancer Santana."
"Thanks. Britt and I went to the same dance classes when we were younger. She uses it to entertain; I do it to relieve stress."
"I didn't know that."
"No one does. No one really knows anything about me, other than the rumors they hear or spread."
"I'm sorry. Maybe I can get to know you outside of the rumors," Rachel said hopefully, looking at the Latina.
"Maybe."