When they were in the living room everyone was just talking, and Rachel was just enjoying being held by Santana, who she was leaning on.
All of the older Glee club people were reminiscing on what happened in Glee. Rachel snuggled further into Santana and met her younger selves eyes.
The younger her smiled and looked back at everyone else. Older Rachel checks her watch and sees its 7:15. She closes her eyes and eventually fell asleep.
Santana looks down to see Rachel asleep and smiles. She pulls her closer and just listens to everyone talk. She looks at younger her and smiles when she sees her staring at her and Rachel.
She looked at Rachel and just watched her. She often watches her sleep when she wakes up first, which is often, seeing as it's summer and she's been waking up at 5:30 for nine months.
"Hey, San," she was brought out of her thinking by Quinn talking. She looked at her and she said, "Why aren't you joining our wonderful conversation on how we all made it further in life then we thought?"
"I have nothing to say, anyway I like listening to you people talk our old selves down," she laughed. She stopped laughing when she felt Rachel shift and hit her.
"Stop being so rude to our guests, San," Rachel said, sitting up.
"I'm pretty sure that's abuse, Rach. Puckerman! Arrest her!" Santana said.
"Hey, I didn't see anything, and I won't see anything every time she decides to hit you," Noah said. He winked at Rachel and she laughed.
Santana huffed. "Rude."
"Is this how they always are?" Young Santana asked Quinn.
"What do you mean?" She asked confused.
"Older me and Rachel. Are they always so...lovey. I never imagined myself like that. I seem so genuinely happy," Santana admitted.
"Only she makes you that happy. You should see older you when she's alone with me. I cried once," Quinn said.
"But I never thought I'd cuddle with someone," she said in fake disgust.
Quinn just laughed. "Come on, San. We both know you love to cuddle. I remember during our sleepovers I'd wake up to you spooning me."
Santana glares and they both look at Santana and Rachel. Rachel is laying with her feet in Santana's lap. She looks at herself and sees the smile she has looking at Rachel.
She definitely sees the change in her Rachel and older Rachel. While her Rachel is small and short, it's obvious over the years she, finally, grew a few inches taller and gained at least ten pounds.
For the next few hours all the older people are drinking. Apparently Rachel isn't a light weight and can handle her alcohol. Though, after a few glasses of wine, Rachel and Santana get into a heated conversation that everyone older immediately understands.
Young Santana goes to Quinn and asks her about it. "When Rachel was going through a hard time she became an alcoholic and now, when she drinks, Santana tries to monitor what she drinks in fear she'll have a relapse."
"Oh, god. Did she ever..." young Santana trailed off.
"Have a relapse?" Santana nodded. "Yeah. Though, it was when you broke up with her," she says.
"What? Why?"
"You thought she cheated on you at a party, but she was drugged," Quinn said.
"How do you know that she didn't take drugs. I'm going to assume she did those," Santana looked at Quinn and saw her nod in confirmation.
"That's what older you thought. Rachel got depressed again and started drinking again. Rachel went and got a rape kit done that night, and when she found out she was drugged with date rape pills she immediately went to you, to prove to you that she didn't cheat, but you wouldn't answer your door. She sent me, so I found out what was happening."
"Damn."
"Yeah. Damn," Quinn said. No one noticed Santana and Rachel gone.
During that conversation Santana and Rachel were talking about Rachel's drinking.
"Rach, please. You've had enough," Santana pleaded.
"San, I've had three half glasses of wine. Come on, I know my limit," Rachel said.
"Rachel, I'm just worried."
"What? That I'll have a relapse?" Silence. "Gee, thanks for the confidence, Santana. God, one night trying to get drunk in 7 years, and you think I might become an alcoholic again?"
"No. Yes. Look, Rach, I worry, okay?"
"Santana, I love you, and I love that you love me so much to care this much, but please, please, let me get drunk. I'm begging, Santana."
"I'm sorry, Rach, I can't," Santana said. Rachel nodded sadly, grabbed her car keys, and moved to leave. "Rachel, where are you going?" She asked following her.
"Out," was Rachel's simple reply.
"Where? Rach, you've been drinking."
"Santana, I've had a glass and a half. I'm not even buzzed, I'll be fine," Rachel said, walking out and slamming the door.
Santana was staring sadly at the door when Quinn came up and said, "Where'd she go?"
"I don't know," Santana said.
"What happened?"
"We were fighting about her drinking. She wanted to, I didn't want her to."
"San, she hasn't drank in years, for you. You should've let her drink, at least let her get drunk once."
"I'm worried that if she gets drunk, she'll become an alcoholic again," San said sadly.
"You know, when she went back to drinking because of you, she told me she only stopped drinking because you asked her to. Without you, she had no reason to not drink. She's had control for 7 years, if she was to become an alcoholic, she would have already."
"I know, but I still worry."
"Here, I'll call her. If she answers I'll ask where she is, if she answers, I'll go there," Quinn suggested.
Santana sighed. "Alright."
Quinn called.
Rachel walked out of the house and got in her car. At first, she had no idea where she wanted to go. Then she decided on the bar, to show Santana she'll be alright.
When she got to the bar she walked in and ordered a scotch. At first, she couldn't do it. She couldn't let Santana down, but then she downed it and ordered another one.
She was on her third when she got Quinn's call. She debated answering it, in case it's actually Santana, but then realized that it wouldn't be because she knows Santana understands when she wants to be alone.
She answers her call and Quinn says, "Hey, Rachel, where are you?"
"Hello, Quinn. I'm fine. Don't worry I'm not wrapped around pole, if your worried," Rachel says sarcastically.
"I think you're with Santana to much, Rach. That sounds like something she'd say," Quinn said, getting in her and Puck's car.
"Well, we are married."
"Where are you? We're worried."
"I'm at the bar near our place," Rachel said.
"I'm on my way," Quinn said.
"Okay," Rachel said and hung up.
She ordered another drink and sighed. After a few minutes of sitting, a guy came up to her and said, "What's a pretty little lady like you doing alone in a place this?"
"None of your business," Rachel replied.
"Well, I think it will be my business if I take you home with me," he winked. "You can explain on the way there."
"No. I'm taken. Now, please, go away."
"No," he said, ruffly grabbing her arm.
"Hey, let go!" She said. She tried to fight him, but, while slightly buzzed, it was hard. She could feel herself about to panic because him grabbing her arm brought back unwanted memories.
She was thankful when Quinn came up and said, "She said let her go."
He let Rachel go and, reluctantly, walked away. Rachel went back to where she was sitting at the bar and sat. Quinn sat next to her and watched as Rachel downed her 4th scotch.
"So," Quinn said, "are we gunna ignore that?"
"Can we?" Rachel asked, "So, are you on 'make sure Rachel doesn't become an alcoholic' duty?"
"She's just worried about you, Rach," Quinn said.
"I know, but I've lived 10 years worried about the same thing. I need a drink once in a while to let loose. I'm worried she'll leave me because she won't want someone so broken, but then I want a drink, so I stop that thinking so I don't worry her," Rachel admitted.
"Look, Rachel, you shouldn't completely not drink because you're worried she'll leave you. She won't, she loves you too much, but coming to a bar, slightly intoxicated, is going to worry her. If I hadn't called, she'd probably be smoking," Quinn said.
"Quinn, I had to leave. One of us would have said something we regretted, and one of us would have been even more upset."
"Rachel, you shouldn't have to completely not drink, Santana didn't completely stop smoking," Quinn reasoned.
"I know, but, like her, I'm worried I'll become an alcoholic. I'm not as worried as her, but I'm still worried," Rachel said. "But god, did drinking clear my head. You know, I almost didn't drink it, I felt like I was betraying San, but I did it. I've had four drinks, and I don't even want anymore."
"That's good, Rach. That's really, really good."
"Let's go back," Rachel said, "I'm gunna go talk to Santana."
"Alright, maybe San can come get your car tomorrow?"
"What are you talking about? Why would I leave my car here?"
"Because you've been drinking," Quinn said like it was obvious.
"Quinn, I've driven when I was so drunk I couldn't see straight, but I didn't get pulled over, and I got home safely. I think I'm good," Rachel said.
"If you drive home Santana will kill me," Quinn said in fear.
"Fine, you'll drive," Rachel says. It's not like she wants to get Quinn killed.
"Okay, thank you."
They get into Quinn's car and head back to Rachel's. When they get there Rachel just sits in the car for a minute.
"Rach? Are you okay?" Quinn asked worried.
"What if she hates me? What if she's mad I left in the middle of a fight?" Rachel asked almost in full blown panic mode.
"She isn't going to hate you. She'll just be glad your safe. Stop worrying so much and come on," Quinn said, pulling her out of the car. They walked up to the door and Rachel stopped and closed her eyes.
Rachel opens the door and walks in. She walks into the living room and immediately saw Santana anxiously waiting on the couch, probably for her to come home.
She walked over and sat next to Santana, while Quinn went over to Puck to explain what happened. Santana looked at her and said, "I was worried about you. I didn't know where you went."
"Can we take this conversation to our room?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah."
They walked go their room and when they got there Santana sat on the edge of the bed and Rachel paced in front of her. "Rach? What's wrong? What's with the pacing?"
"Shh," Rachel said. "Give me a second." She continued pacing for a second before she stopped in front of Santana and said, "I've been pretty good at the whole not drinking thing for seven years, I haven't touched alcohol in six. All in fear that not only would you leave me, but that I would become addicted again." Santana went to interrupt, but Rachel held a hand up, "Don't interrupt. Let me say this. I want to drink once in a while. I know you don't like it, but I didn't like your smoking, and you still occasionally do that. I just...I need to know, that, if I do drink, you won't fight me on it. I miss drinking, yeah, but not enough to become an alcoholic."
After a minute of silence, Santana said, "Can I talk?"
"Yes," Rachel said.
"Okay. I know that you wanted to drink, and I should have let you. You're right. You don't like my smoking, yet, sometimes, I do it anyway. I'm worried, too. I'm worried that you'll start drinking like that again," she admitted. "Though, I wouldn't leave you. I would stand with you."
Rachel sat down next to her and hugged Santana. Santana immediately hugged back and they sat like that for a moment. "We should go back down before everyone starts to worry I killed you or something," Rachel said.
"Why would that be what they worried about?"
"I don't know."
They laughed and went back downstairs. When they got there they went to the living room and saw everyone in a circle.
"What's going on?" Santana asked.
"We're playing Truth or Dare," Noah said. "Come on, we were waiting for you guys."
They sat in the circle, with Kurt next to Rachel and Quinn next to Santana. Santana said, "Seeing as its my house, I should go first." She looked around the circle and her eyes landed on mini Quinn. "Mini Quinn! Truth or Dare."
She looks scared when she says, "Uh...Dare."
"I dare you to kiss...Mini Kurt," Santana smirked.
Both Kurt's gasped and Quinn got up and quickly pecked his lips. They kept doing random dares like that, until Puck said, "Mini Santana, I dare you to kiss Older Rachel."
Older Santana just said, "I don't know wether to get protective or not."
Rachel laughed and Mini Santana hesitantly went over and kissed her. When they pulled away, Mini Santana said, "Damn Berry, your a good kisser. I did good." She sat back down and said, "So, older Rachel, Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Rachel said, not trusting Santana with a dare.
"Am I a better kisser younger, or older?"
Rachel looked over at her Santana then at the other. She leaned over and kissed her Santana, then went and kissed the other. "Older," she said.
She sat back down next to Santana and kissed her again. "You know," Kurt says, "you two are sometimes too gay. Even for me."
"Shut up, Kurt," Rachel said. "Anyway," she looked at Quinn and had a thought. "Actually, San, can you take my turn? I have to talk to Quinn." She got up and left, with Quinn following, looking confused.
Once they were in Santana and Rachel's room, Quinn sat on the bed and asked, "What's up?"
"I know your pregnant," Rachel said.
Quinn looks shocked for a second then says, "N-no I'm not."
"Quinn. You're forgetting who I am. You can't lie to me. Anyway, every time your here, you drink. And get drunk. You haven't touched a drop."
"Alright, fine, I am. But you can't tell anyone! I haven't even told Noah," she pleaded.
"Can I tell Santana?"
"Fine. But no one else. Especially not Kurt," Quinn said.
"Okay, let's get back to the game." They went over and sat in the circle.
"What's up?" Santana whispered.
"I'll tell you later," Rachel said, smiling.
They continued the game until around midnight, when everyone went home, except the ones who came out of town.
Santana told them that their was no promise that they weren't going to have sex, but Rachel told them there's a 25% chance they will.
Everyone ended up with sleeping in the same rooms as themselves, except Santana and Rachel, so they were together and next to older them.
The two were up for a while until they heard moaning. Rachel recognized it as her and said, "Oh my god! You make me moan like a pornstar!"
"Hey, I'm that good," she shrugged.
Sadly the rest of the night for them was hearing the sound of themselves having sex.
They were sitting there trying to fall asleep, when, suddenly, Santana said, "Can I see your cuts?"
Rachel looked over at her in suprise and said, "Oh, uh...sure."
She cautiously lifted her sleeves and Santana looked. She took a finger and lightly traced some. "Damn, Rach."
Rachel and looked at her and said, "Not only can I not believe we're actually together, but, out of everyone, I'm the one that tries to kill herself."
Santana looks at her. "I can kind of believe it." At Rachel's questioning glance she continued, "You've had horrible things happen to you. I would like to know, though, why you don't tell anyone about the beatings?"
"Because my father told me he'd kill me if I told," Rachel whispered.
"Oh, Sweetie," Santana said. She came over and hugged Rachel.
The older Santana and Rachel, when they get to their room, Santana instantly starts kissing Rachel. "Mmmm, San, younger us are right next to us. I don't think we should have sex right now."
"Well, I don't think they'd care. And, besides, it's our anniversary. I think sex is a must," Santana reasoned.
"Fine," Rachel said, finally giving in. Santana smiles in triumph.
After many rounds they finally decided to goto sleep. When Santana wakes up at 7:30, she sighs when she realizes she has to wake Rachel.
"Rach," she whispered, "wake up, baby." Rachel just groaned and rolled over. Santana closed her eyes and then smiled, "Rach! I have something important to tell you! Barbra died!"
"I know that's not true, San. Anyway, in the past ten years, how many times have I showed interest in Barbra?" Rachel said, finally getting up.
Santana sighed. It's true. Since Rachel went through depression she hasn't showed a lot of interest in Broadway, except when she got the part in Funny Girl. "I know. I know, but it was worth the shot. Anyway, it got you up didn't it?"
"Yeah. Now, where the hell are my clothes?" Rachel got up and started searching for where she put her clothes so she can put them into the hamper. "There they are," she said. She picked them up, screamed, yelled for Santana, dripped them, and jumped on the bed.
"What?" Santana said, frantically running in. "What's wrong?" She asked when she saw the look of horror on her wife's face.
"Life my clothes. Slowly. Kill it!" She said.
Santana looked confused until she lifted Rachel's clothes and saw what she screamed at. "It's a spider, Rach," she said.
"No!" Rachel said, "It's a demon sent from hell!"
Santana rolled her eyes and looked around and found a napkin. She picked up the spider with it and went and flushed it. She knew that Rachel would freak if she didn't.
"Better?" She asked.
"Much," Rachel said, getting it the bed. "I'm going to take a shower, if you want to join."
Santana ran over and kissed Rachel. The two walked into the bathroom and got into shower.
After their shower, they went downstairs to see everyone up. As soon as everyone saw them, Older Mercedes said, "Who the hell screamed?"
Rachel blushed and said, "I saw a spider."
Mini Rachel looked at her in terror and said, "It's gone, right?"
"Yeah," Santana laughed. "I killed it. Alright, who's hungry?"
Everyone nodded, and Santana was about to say something to Rachel when she noticed her gone. She knew exactly where she was.
She walked into the kitchen and saw her sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee. "You and your damn obsession with coffee," Santana laughed.
"It's not an obsession," Rachel defended.
"Yeah. It is."
Rachel rolled her eyes and said, "Ima go socialize with us."
Rachel went into the living room and sat down. Everyone looked at her and she said, "What?"
"Can you tell us what older us's do?" Mike asked, "Also, who is closest with who?"
"Yeah," she said, "sure. Okay, so, I'll start with who I know these things about best. So, me first. I'm closest with Kurt, Quinn, and Puck. Not counting Santana, considering were married. Um, I'm a teacher at William McKinley High, I teach Drama and coach the Glee club."
Younger Rachel said, "We're close with Quinn?"
"Yeah. Actually, she and Kurt are the two people who know more about me than, maybe, me. Again, except for Santana.
"Santana co-owns a law firm with a college friend, and is closest with Brittney, Puck, and Quinn. Uhm, Kurt, he, kind of surprisingly, also teach at the school. He teach English. And he is close with me and Mercedes. Mercedes, you are a famous pop star in LA, close with Kurt and I don't know who else. Uh, Quinn, she become a therapist and she's close with Brittney, Santana, and me."
She continued doing everyone else until she's done. Then she asks, "Anymore questions of your futures?"
"Yeah," Santana said. "But it's actually about yours. Did you make it on Broadway?"
Rachel slightly tensed, not enough to notice, though. "Yes, but due to...personal reasons, I didn't last long. I actually," she said, looking at her cup of coffee, "lost interest in Broadway and musicals. I haven't watched a musical in, oh god, 7 years? Around that."
Mercedes gasped and said, "What?"
Young Rachel said, "You haven't seen a musical in 7 years? Was it because of..."
"Yeah," she answered. "Okay, uhm, I'm going to go check on Santana and breakfast."
"Wait!" Mini Rachel said, "One more question!"
"Okay."
"What's with the coffee? I hate coffee."
"Well, as I'm sure 50% of you know, I was an alcoholic." She heard multiple gasps. "When I quit, I needed something to replace the void alcohol filled. So, I replaced it with coffee. It's actually really good. Why did I ever hate it?"
She then walked into the kitchen. When she was in there, she didn't see Santana, so she jumped when she felt her arms around her.
She smiled and turned around until she saw Santana's face. "What's wrong?" She asked.
Santana kissed her then pulled back and put her forehead on Rachel's. "You use coffee to replace alcohol?" She asked.
"You heard that?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I dunno why, but, when I quit drinking, I turned to coffee," Rachel shrugged. "So, how is breakfast going?"
"Good. I'm making pancakes."
"Yum, how long until their done?" Rachel asked. She wanted to go back to talking to the high schoolers.
"About ten minutes. I know you want to go talk to the younger us's. Go."
Rachel smiled and kissed Santana. She walked back into the living room and, again they all stared at her. "What?" She asked. Then she noticed the other adults in the room.
"We have more questions," Tina said.
"Alright, shoot," she said.
Young Tina asked, "How did you and Santana get together?"
Rachel smiled. "Well, as I said, I was going through a tough time, and Santana and I were living together, so she noticed and tried to help. We got closer. One day I kissed her, because I knew she wasn't going to make the first move. We've been together ever since."
"Why am I answering all the questions?" Older Rachel asked looking at the other adults.
"You're better at it," Tina said.
She continued to answer all questions with ease, only occasionally asking the others for help.
But, then, young Rachel asked, "Do we get a relationship with Shelby?"
Older Rachel tensed and said, "I'll be right back." She ran upstairs to her room and sat on the bed. She put her elbows on her knees and put her face in her hands.
Meanwhile, downstairs, younger Santana immediately went to get herself. She walked into the kitchen and saw Santana at the stove. "Hey," she said, cautiously.
Older her looked over and smiled, "Hey, why aren't you in the living room with the others?"
"Well, there was a question asked -"
She got cut off by Santana looking over again and saying, "What question?"
"Well, my Rachel asked your Rachel if she has a relationship with Shelby -" she didn't get to finish because Santana started running to her room. Younger Santana went to the stove and continued cooking.
