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- Jen & Carolina

She wasn't cut out for this sort of job. Rachel Berry... working at a bar? She cringed at the idea, shaking her head as she sat at the table across from Santana Lopez.

"What's the matter, Berry? Are you scared or something? It's just a bar."

She winced, getting up out of her chair and getting a glass of water. "It's not like you have to give anyone a lap dance," she added with a smirk.

Rachel sat still in her chair, contemplating her decision. Being a student at NYU was not cheap. She loved the city, even though some of the streets smelled like burnt hot dogs and wet paint. But she was no millionaire, and she didn't expect her fathers to pay for all of her college tuition.

The brunette sighed, running a hand through her hair. Santana finally turned, looking at her friend. While Santana could be extremely judgmental, she was honest. Most of the time, she was almost too honest, but in the end it guided Rachel away from some very unwise decisions.

"Fine. Fine, okay? I'll do it," she finally replied, throwing her hands up in defeat.

Santana smirked, seeming proud of herself. Walking back to her friend, the Latina took a sip of water. "And hey, the boss is pretty cute," she added. Rachel bit her lip, grinning softly. Maybe the job wouldn't be all that great, but if she got to meet some guys along the way, it could actually be enjoyable. Rachel wasn't shy when it came to men, and Santana was always telling her how she needed to get herself out into the dating scene.

"Now.. what does one wear to a bar?" she asked, bowing her head slightly out of embarrassment. Santana paused, almost in disbelief. "Don't tell me you've never been to a bar?"

Rachel shrugged. "That's not my scene," she admitted. Taking her hand, Santana led Rachel into her room and picked out a few pieces of clothing.

Ten minutes later, the brunette walked in front of the mirror, dressed in high-waisted shorts and a blouse that revealed a little bit of cleavage. Smiling proudly, she turned around to Santana. "How do I look?"

Santana nodded, teasing. "Fit for the job'," she replied with a grin. "Now go get out there before you're late!"

Walking into Callbacks, she nervously looked around. Her hands were stuck to her sides, her legs twitching as her eyes scanned the room. There wasn't anyone that she recognized, and there mostly men in the bar uniforms.

Awkwardly she walked along the outside of the bar, hoping to get to the barstool before anyone paid attention to her. The bar wasn't busy, but there were enough people to drum up business.

Just as she was about to set her bag down on a chair, someone tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to flinch and turn around quickly. Instead of seeing a man like she expected, she was met with the gentle eyes of a friendly blonde.

"Hi, I'm Brittany Pierce," she greeted with a smile. She seemed very bubbly. Her hair was up in a tight ponytail with blonde ringlets. She didn't have much makeup on her face, other than a little blush which accentuated her charming vibe.

"I'm Rachel. Rachel Berry," she replied, holding out a hand to shake. The girl returned the gesture. The brunette looked down, noticing that Brittany was wearing the Callbacks apron.

Thank you. I'm not the only woman here.

"It's your first day, right? This is so exciting! Let me show you around!" the girl said excitedly, taking Rachel's hand. Rachel raised her brow, but followed.

"Here's where all the magic happens," she said, patting the wood countertop. Behind the bar stood a few men, who were getting the customers' drinks ready. Leading her around to the back, she showed her the buttons. "Give it a try," she told Rachel, handing her the hose.

Nervously, she took it in her hand and pulled the nozzle, a stream of beer coming out of the end. At first, it landed in the cup, but when she got a little cocky, some spilled onto the counter. "I'm so sorry!" she stuttered, rushing to turn off the hose. Brittany gave her a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should start off waiting tables," she suggested. Rachel nodded in agreement, taking a cloth to soak up her mess.

Putting on her apron, Brittany showed her the ropes to working in Callbacks, showing her common courtesy (which the blonde seemed to emphasis). It wasn't long before Rachel was right into the swing of things, and she was silently thanking Santana for getting her this job.

One of the bartenders gave her a knowing glance, winking at her from across the room. Biting her lip, she looked back before turning around, meeting Brittany's concerned look.

Rachel raised a brow, confused. "What? He's cute."

Brittany shook her head. "The boss doesn't want us to date," she told her.

"Who says I'm dating him? He's just a nice looking guy. And besides, the boss can't be that scary."

The blonde stayed silent. Going back to work, Brittany cleaned an empty table, trying to distract herself. Rachel noticed this, and stopped her work. Usually, Rachel was pretty good at reading someone, and Brittany seemed distraught. Was she underestimating the boss? He couldn't be that bad, could he? All she knew was that she needed to keep this job, no matter how terrible he was.

Starting to second-guess herself, Rachel continued her work, wanting to perform at her highest work-ethic, just like in any of her classes. While bartending wasn't exactly a stage, she intended on shining in everything she did – even if that meant giving more beers to drunken men.

The bar was almost empty; night had past and it was now early morning. Rachel yawned as she rested her head on the wood top of the bar, her body weak.

Brittany sat next to her, taking a out a slip of paper and began to scribble. The brunette didn't pay much attention, her brain lagging. Once she was done, the blonde slid the paper to Rachel with a grin. Sitting up, Rachel looked at the paper, seeing a phone number.

"You can call me whenever you want," she said with a smile. Rachel grinned, nodding. Waving goodbye, Brittany went to the backroom to check in her time.

Getting up, she put her bag over her shoulder and followed with the rest of the workers who were doing the same. Waiting in line, she looked around, seeing the same man who had winked at her before. He smiled at her again, to which she returned the gesture with a charming smile. Just as she was about to approach him, a man came in between them.

"Your shift isn't over until you check out," a man told her. He was tall, and she hadn't looked up at his face, but she turned obediently and punched in her card. Brittany stood next to her, her hands folded together.

"Who's that?" Rachel whispered as she finished.

"That's the boss," she replied before Rachel turned around to see his face.

It was the face of Finn Hudson, the guy she had hated ever since she met him. He was the step-brother of Kurt Hummel, another close friend of hers, and although she managed to tolerate him around their parents, Rachel knew this was going to be absolute torture.

"Hey, Rachel," he said smoothly. "Welcome to Callbacks."