Just a test…
"Dude!" Finn said, shoving Noah Puckerman into his office. Noah, or Puck, had just won his twentieth case for a man that had been accused of murdering his child. Turns out the mother, a young woman named Terri, had taken the child and gave him to her great aunt and uncle. Puck had found out, got the child, and slaughtered the case.
"What?" Puck said, chuckling at his astonished friend. Finn Hudson could not be count in the very intelligent category. He was a ditz, and he knew it.
"How did that just happen! One minute, the jury totally believes the blubbery slut and now she's going to jail for kidnapping?" Finn slapped his friends back, "We've gotta get drinks."
"Right," Puck said, rolling his eyes, "The Family Man isn't going to get drinks tonight-"
"Hey, man! There's a thing called a babysitter. Plus, me and Quinn need some alone time," Finn smirked, quirking an eyebrow. Puck slugged his friends shoulder and went back to putting papers on his desk.
"What's this?" Finn asked, picking up three tickets to a play with a beautiful brunette and a ruggedly handsome man on the front.
"My crazy ass mother and sister want to see a broadway musical when they come up," Puck said, rolling his eyes. "The first pick was some weird shit."
"Hey! Quinn wanted to see this last week. She, Brittany, and Kurt did. 'Said it was pretty hot an heavy, but not some stupid shit," Finn said, shrugging and throwing the tickets back on the table. Puck wondered what he mean by 'hot and heavy'.. guess he would have to wait and see.
"Anyways dude, I'll see you in about two hours. Gotta pick ma' and Sarah up from the airport in an hour, I'll just drop them off at their hotel and meet you at the bar," Puck smirked and continued putting things away, grabbing his tickets, and walking out of the office.
"D'you think that Sarah would babysit?" Puck snorted and punched Finn hard on his shoulder. "You could've just said no, asswipe."
"Rachel, honey," Santana said, poking at her best friends dress, "this looks like something a fucking three year old would wear. Let me help."
Rachel rolled her eyes at her foul-mouthed friend before slipping back out of her dress, "I thought you said it was cute?"
"It would be on my little sister," Santana yelled back, heading into the stars huge closet.
"Don't make me look like a slut," Rachel yelled, putting the straps back on her bra.
"That's no fun Rachel. But, I did find a terrific dress," Santana said, smirking from inside the closet. When she came out with the little bright red dress, Rachel's eyes widened.
"No, I wore that one time and ending up sleeping with you," Rachel said.
"Awe; yeah. That was a great first memory, huh?" Santana sighed and threw the dress at her friend. "It'll make you look hot. And, I promise not to touch you…too much," Rachel laughed before slipping into the short dress. It came to her mid-thigh, one sleeve really long and loose while the other was completely gone. Rachel had to admit it did look fabulous.
"It does look great but I don't have shoes for it and it would be highly inappropriate to show up at a cast party like this," Santana snorted at this.
"Please! Jesse and everyone else in New York has already seen your goods. And your black shoes that make your legs look fan-fucking-tastic will definitely work."
"Ugh, whatever. I'm not fighting with you," Santana snorted and said something about her not having a choice. Rachel rolled her eyes and went to her make up stand to get her favorite pair of black hoops and her 'Rachel' necklace.
"Jewelry looks fine, hair needs more curl, and put these shoes on," Santana ticked off, coming up behind Rachel with her wrap-around black heels. Rachel sighed and sat in her chair.
"You know, and excuse my language but, you're a bitch," Santana laughed at her friends crude comment.
"As long as I'm your bitch sweety," Rachel snorted and put her shoes on. Twenty minutes later, they showed up at Rachel's casting party, looking completely fabulous, holding hands.
"I spot a cute blond boy, I'll be back," Santana kissed Rachel's cheek before walking towards the bar. Rachel rolled her eyes and walked over to her co-star, Jesse.
"Hey Rach, this is Kurt." Jesse said, gesturing with his hand to a stunned looking boy, "He's my brother's date." Rachel nodded and shook hands with Kurt.
"Its nice to meet you Kurt. I'm-"
"Rachel Berry, lead star in Spring Awakeing, Beauty and the Beast, and Chicago," Kurt said, smiling at her approvingly. "You look amazing."
"Thanks Kurt, so do you. Now, come with me. I need a drink and we need to talk," she smiled before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bar. "Now, how did you come to like broadway?"
"It started when I was little and sang 'Mr. Cellaphane' for my talent show. Then stopped for awhile until my dad took me to see Beauty and the Beast with my cousin, Shirley." He shrugged nonchalantly, "Been watching you ever since."
"Well, thank you." Rachel smiled before turning towards the bar. The party was small, only the lead roles and a couple of their friends. It was open to the public, so a lot of people were looking at Rachel like she was a goddess.
"I should ask you as well, when did you start performing?" Kurt said, ordering him a apple martini, Rachel doing the same.
"I came here when I was seventeen and starred in Beauty in the Beast for ten months before getting a small job at Gucci for a while until Chicago, and I haven't stopped performing." Rachel shrugged before taking a gulp of her martini. Kurt smiled brightly.
"Still star struck over meeting you," he said bluntly.
"Kurt, I've been looking for you all night, which is sad since you are my date," Blaine said coming up to the two talking, "Oh, hey, Rach."
"You mean to tell me," Kurt started, a little upset, "you've known her and known that I have loved her forever and didn't introduce me? I'm hurt," Kurt said, hand on his chest.
"I met her two months ago, I didn't know she was your Rachel."
"I gotta go," Rachel said, walking towards Santana, "Nice meeting you Kurt," she threw an award winning smile over her shoulder before walking closer to Santana who was talking to a two business looking men.
"Hey sexy," Rachel said, strutting up to her friend and grabbing her friends ass.
"Oh, hey babe!" Santana said before turning back to the intrigued men, "This is Puck and Matt."
"Hello," Rachel said, smiling brightly. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice legs," Puck said, quirking an eyebrow, "They'd look better wrapped around me but..."
"Was that supposed to be a pickup line?" Puck smirked at the little rebel.
"Na," he said, smirking and shrugged, "just get you in the sack."
"Eh," Rachel looked at him up and down, before putting her arm around Santana's waist. "Pass."
Santana giggled, before turning and whispering into Rachel's ear, "You little flirt."
"What can I say?" Rachel said, winking at Santana. "Wanna do some karaoke?"
"Excuse us boys," Santana said, walking through the two curious men. "Gotta go."
"No problem, is little red gonna stay?" Puck asked, looking at Rachel. She smirked and patted his cheek.
"Don't miss me to much," she giggled before getting dragged towards the stage with Santana.
"Nice, bro," Matt said, chuckling at his friend.
"Oh, dude, it so isnt over."
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