A/N Hello! It's my birthday tomorrow so I won't be posting, and I wanted to get something up today so that you didn't think that I had been eaten by a zebra or something. Anyway. I wanted to write Faberry as I haven't in a while and I've never posted any on here before. May become a multichapter if I get a good response. Its painfully short, but it's all my Legally Blonde infused brain can muster right now. Merry Christmas!
Rachel had been working steadily since 9AM and the amount of paperwork on her desk was becoming increasingly alarming. Tendrils of brown hair were escaping from the tight bun on the top of her head as she desperately tried to tidy herself up before her 4 o'clock arrived. Why did lawyers have to wear buns anyway? Was it some kind of law? She smiled slightly at her own (bad) joke, before snapping back to reality at the sound of a sharp rap on her office door.
She hastily shuffled her papers and rearranged her thoughts. Law suits, Berry. Law suits. "Come in!" Her voice sounded strained and bored. Which it was granted, but that's not the impression she was meant to give to clients. Although it's hard to give them hope when you're short on it yourself. Tentative footsteps and small sighs were the first things she heard when people entered this excuse for an office. Cupboard more like. So it was with great surprise that she looked up when she heard brisk decisive heels clipping along the polished oak floor. A slim ,sharply featured young woman dressed in a tight fitting black peplum and glossy black stilletos was striding over toward her a soft smile on her face. But all Rachel could focus on was the fact that this woman was a –what did the sheet say? Oh,- new colleague, and that meant she was lawyer right? Right. But her flaxen hair was cascading past her prim collar, all the way to her waist. It wasn't in a bun. Rachel had yet to meet a female in her profession who didn't wear her hair in a bun. She wouldn't have the guts, the courage to do so. The bun meant such a lot, it was like an unspoken rule of the business. Why was she obsessing over it? Was it the fact that Rachel, for the first time in years, felt faintly happy in this womans presence? It was a strange feeling. But Rachel decided she quite liked it.
"Quinn Fabray."
"I- Er, Rachel Berry."
Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.