"Here's to yet another outstanding performance! Rest up this weekend guys and I'll see you all Monday evening!"
A collective group of voices returned the sentiment before they departed.
"See ya Ray!" Rachel called to their overly enthusiastic manager of production before heading out. Pushing open the back doors, she had the full intention of signing a few autographs for fans and getting to bed until a voice sounded in her ear, "Did you call her yet?"
Immediately she spun around to face the intruder of her personal space, "No Jesse, I have not called her yet." She growled. Then she spun back around and smiled at a group of young girls waving playbills wildly about. Idly, she chatted with the girls while signing each individual's playbills. Beside her Jesse had strolled up and began doing the same with a wicked grin on his face. "I will if you don't plan to."
"I'm not giving you her number for you to constantly pester her. Not everyone is interested in you Jesse." Rachel replied through gritted teeth.
"Well I could find out if I had her number."
After signing the last girl's playbill, she turned back to Jesse clearly aggravated.
"See, it's exactly this reason I won't give you her number. You're persistent if you don't get what you want. You don't comprehend that no Jesse… means no!"
Jesse scrunched his face up at her outburst and feigned hurt, "Ouch, why so harsh?" Before he smiled, "Trying to get into her pants too?"
Rachel's jaw dropped open, exasperated. "Really? I'm done with you, go now."
"See ya Monday" he winked at her.
She was beginning to get really sick of his inappropriate banter. On top of his normal smug persona she wasn't sure how she could even be around him most days. He can be a decent guy sure, but mostly he is something else. She definitely wouldn't be cruel enough to give any girls number to him.
After getting into the awaiting taxi, Rachel found herself pondering the idea of calling Quinn. She was sure she wanted to get in touch eventually, but was it too soon? Can setting up a get together to discuss some business even be too soon? Maybe she could shoot Quinn a text and see if she had any free time this weekend. Deciding it was between that or waiting a few more days, Rachel pulled out her phone. She sent a text to a number she programmed into her phone just two days before.
Hello Quinn, it's Rachel Berry. I was wondering if at any point this weekend you are available to get together.
Upon hitting send, she began to feel instant regret. She hadn't realized it was nearly 11pm. Was that too late? Would Quinn think she wasn't regarding her busy life as well? More importantly, why did she care so much? Before she was able to question her paranoia on such petty matters her phone buzzed in her hair.
Hello Rachel, good to hear from you. I'm sure you're a very busy person, so whenever is good for you.
Immediately an intrigued smirk formed on Rachel's face and she typed out a response.
This is the second time you've insisted I'm a busy person. I only work on weekdays Quinn. You're picking when!
After the initial text to Quinn, Rachel suddenly felt a lot more at ease. The taxi pulled up and she made her way up her to considerably large house. It gave a suburban feel on top of being in the heart of the city. As soon as she entered her home, she threw herself to the couch. Only a moment later her phone was buzzing again.
Well, considering you're THE Rachel Berry I thought you may have quite a few people tying up your time.
Rachel half laughed upon reading the text. Yeah, she could play it off successful Broadway star with many friends and a mouthwatering man on her arm. A person wanted by all who has it all, but it was nothing like that. Sure she's a famous star, but beyond her work people didn't really bother with her. She even has an inside joke with herself that 'the paparazzi are her best friends'. It just supports itself because she actually has an inside joke… with herself. That should probably be considered sad. Instead, she pulled a Quinn and did give a response to that.
You didn't give me a time Quinn.
Slowly she began dozing off before her phone buzzing startled her.
Do you have any free time tomorrow?
Rachel gave a drowsy accomplished smile to her phone while she replied.
I am completely free tomorrow Quinn.
What's better afternoon or evening?
Let's do noon. I'm falling asleep at the moment so text or call me in the morning before you want to get together.
Rachel used all her strength to pull herself off the couch and upstairs to her room. By the time she got into a tee shirt and bed shorts and settled into bed she had another text.
Goodnight Rachel.
She couldn't even bring herself to reply when her eyelids gave out.
A/N: I'd rather give you this now then have you wait for an extra long chapter. I'm so out of my FF mindset, sigh. That's life for you.