Firstly thanks for reading! I didn't proof read my work yesterday, and I was really rather ill too – so today I'll be proof reading it(Opps). Id someone wants to beta my work I'd be grateful. Also this doesn't follow the episode, just my own crazy thoughts!
I don't own glee
Rachel awoke the next morning with dread filling her. She rolled out of bed sulking and in a foul mood. Her dads had left the previous night, leaving her solely responsible for the house, she considered asking them to stay but instantly realised that was a selfish request. The so called party happening later on did nothing but convince her it was an extremely immature thing to do. The house was going to get trashed, her dads would never trust her again, and she'd be one of those irresponsible teens that end up with nothing later in life, her Broadway dreams in tatters – she'd be a….nobody! She felt herself begin to hyperventilate at the thought of that, it just simply could not happen! Why in the world had she agreed to this again? Oh yes she remembers clearly, she didn't agree – she was forced. Her dread was had quickly developed into anger again, Puck may have been an idiot to make such an outrageous suggestion but she was a bigger one for agreeing with it. She stomped her angry feet towards the shower and attempted to wash away her negative thoughts away.
The rest of the morning she'd spent organizing the 'party', much to her annoyance. The original list she'd neatly written had been re-written several time and remained unsatisfactory. The whole concept was new to her, so she used the internet to give herself some ideas and get her in the party mood and out of the funk she was in. Somewhere along the lines after the new ideas, she'd managed get excited. Parties were meant to be fun and she was Rachel Berry after all, she'd show them that they could have plenty of fun, just without alcohol. It was fun to be sober, being sober is fun she repeated. But in the back of her mind she knew as long as 'Puckzilla' had anything to do with it, the rule would definitely be broken. She sat still on her chair at the table knowing that it would be a disaster regardless of how many back up plans (so far she was on m) she had, before making her final plan to resign herself to giving it up before face-palming the table.
Hours had pasted and she'd laid out the party hats neatly, and made sure a variety of food was provided for her on coming guests. She also provided a mixture of soft drinks that would probably be utilised, if only as a mixer. She ticked her list as she went along before feeling satisfied she had completed all the necessary tasks were completed in order to make it work. She made sure she had dressed in sensible attire and moved all the valuables away, should the party get out of control. Not if I can help it, she repeated to herself. She'd become the master of distraction so she continued arranging and rearranging until her, or more accurately Puck's guests began arrived.
'BBBBBBBBBeeeerrry' Puck shouted through her letter box – much to Rachel's dismay, and more to the point in a drunken manner.
'Puckerman – what is wrong with you!'Rachel shouted through the door! 'I have neighbours that are prepared to sue my parents over my unappreciated vocals, I don't want to give them another reason to sue!'
She reached over to open the door and realised by his appearance that Puck was definitely intoxicated. Her arms crossed over and her eyes squinted poison at him.
'Only you could turn up to a party at 6pm drunk! I hope you realised that this is doing your liver serious damage' Rachel resorted.
'Get to point Berry – all I hear is blah,blah…blah and I dunno' – it's like one big headache!' Puck pushed past her with great difficulty whilst attempting to balance himself.
'Noah Puckerman what in the world is that grey barrel you're dragging along in such a un co-ordinated fashion? Oh no you don't – its..its, its noo -alcohol' Rachel responded as coolly as possible, but she could feel herself getting flustered and aggravated. 'Alcohol is not permitted on these premises Puck! Get it OUT!'
'Berry as we were discussing in one ear – straight out the other. I wouldn't waste you vocal tunes on my account! And as if it matters, it's called a keg!' He laughed and swayed around like a fool. 'When the hell did I managed to become so damned funny, I'm just one great Puck'.
The statement he'd made was clearly not meant for anybody but himself, clearly labelling him the arrogant drunk. Rachel rolled her eyes only to be pushed out the way by the next guest, Santana.
'Manhands, I'll give you my gran number – maybe you two could get together an swap style ideas! Although even she kicks your ass…!'
'Santana, quit giving me crap already – it's getting old!'
'Yep almost as old as your style. Anyways I wants to get myself drunk and get myself some hot stuff'. She sneered and danced past her with a bottle of vodka and headed elsewhere. Sam followed her as if he were a lap dog behind, Rachel couldn't help but notice he looked sad – he was totally not over Quinn she concluded.
Rachel's attention quickly diverted to the bottle Santana threw about, her eyes bulged and her palms became hot and sweaty. She just couldn't bear to start up another argument, it was a losing battle. Alcohol was clearly always going to be part of the evening, and her morning trying to convince herself otherwise had been a complete waste of time.
She turned again to see Brittany pushing Artie toward the door and braced herself once more time.
'Hi Rachel' Artie said pleasantly enough.
Her eyes glared over at the plastic bag that sat neatly on his lap. She dared to think about what it may consist of – but she remained tight lipped.
'Rach – Your dress.' Brittany started. 'I think I've seen it on like, Santana's gran or something – you know?' She smiled confused at her statement whilst Rachel just silently fumed at her comment. The girls were clearly jealous of her unique style.
Rachel drew her attention to the party that continued on behind her; Santana and Sam were practically on top of one another whilst Puck sneered at her well thought out party food. Brittany was playing with a valuable she hadn't hidden well enough, and Artie simply watched. She went off to snatch it back before any real damage was caused; it was nothing short of having a child indoors Rachel distressed. She made her way back to the door to see Mike and Tina appear.
'Rachel' they continued together. They hadn't bothered elaborating on the comment though, instead pushing past with a back pack full of alcohol no doubt.
She was so distracted she hadn't even notice Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes turning up until they were right up close.
Rachel prayed a sigh of relief at seeing some real friends.
'Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes, you will never truly understand how pleased I am to see you guys here' She smiled a genuine smile, and gave them a hug each.
'Rachel I'm pleased to see you too really I am but what in the hell are you wearing – fashion no go hunni! Have a taught you nothing?' Kurt exclaimed in the most dramatic way possible.
Mecedes intervened 'Rachel, it's awesome you're having this party. It isn't often enough us divas get it together'. With that comment they all laughed together.
'Speak for yourselves' Blaine added in a cheeky manner and walked on through with Kurt and Mercedes following suite. Rachel laughed and relaxed knowing some real friends of hers were now here to support her.
She had made her way back to the door for what must have been tenth time when she felt it suddenly stop mid-way. She carefully opened it to see Finn and Quinn at her doorway, together! She wanted to rip them apart and declare her undying love to Finn, who looked so unbelievably good but decided that wasn't a great idea. Instead she resigned herself to bowing her head whilst they entered on through quietly saying hello on their way in. At least they turned up alcohol free, she thought. Although on second thought there appeared to be enough alcohol to go around.
She spun around to see them walking side by side laughing and whispering to one another. Rachel felt herself break a little at the scene unfolding. Why did it have to hurt so much, why couldn't all the pain be magically whisked away? So for five minutes she could just be completely happy again.
Why do we say things we cant take back
And why do we miss what we never had
Both of us fell to the ground and love was so lost
It couldnt be found
What would it take to forget who`s blame
Im tired of crying at the sound of your name
Why dont we turn this around
Love ain't the enemy dont you wanna be lost then found
Once again Rachel strolled in a pathetic manner dragging her feet and slowly shut the door in an attempt to bide time and compose herself. She leaned against the door and titled her head back willing to withhold the tears that tried escaping again. She gathered herself off the door and put on a fake smile before continuing on to the dreaded party.