So glad that you guys liked the first chapter! Here's the continuation. I'm not sure how many chapters this will be but I update pretty quickly.

Sorry this took so long – I was away for the weekend.

Again, this Glee is not mine.

- Jen & Carolina

Folding her arms over her chest, she pursed her lips as he looked down at her.

"Pleasure," she said with attitude, squinting her eyes slightly.

Finn smirked, chuckling a little to himself. "Come on, no hello? It's been a while." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "You missed me," he added.

Rachel huffed, wanting to scream at him. She knew she should remain civil, being that her job and income depended on him. But she just couldn't stand him; his attitude, his cocky persona, and his flirty remarks. Girls fawned over him, and while he was indeed very handsome, he was without a doubt a player. Rachel vowed to never get involved with those sorts of people let alone talk with them.

"Look, I'm just here for a job, okay?" she said simply, avoiding any small talk.

He shook his head with a grin, walking closer to her.

She stood tense, her eyes peering around her to see the rest of the employees heading out of the room. They were alone in the room, which made Rachel very uncomfortable. For a moment she thought about bolting out of the room and back to her dorm to Santana.

Then her mind flashed back to her friend. Did Santana know that the boss was Finn? Oh, she was going pay when she got back.

"Follow me," he finally said, motioning for her to follow. Reluctantly, she walked behind him, once again recognizing their height difference. No wonder he was so intimidating; he was like a tower compared to her small frame.

"What's someone like you doing in a bar?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the countertop as he wiped it with a cloth. She raised a brow, a bit insulted.

"Someone like me?"

"You're a talented girl. I'm a little surprised you aren't working at the diner across from the campus. They're screaming for singers these days. And besides, you're easy on the eyes. It wouldn't be too hard to get the job," he told her with a wink.

She groaned, folding her arms over her chest again. Falling silent, she figured she might as well talk to him while she was being held captive.

"Santana thought that it would be a good opportunity to meet new people."

Finn raised his eyebrows, grinning. "At a bar filled with drunks?"

For a second, she caught herself grinning, biting her lip, but quickly she snapped herself back into reality. She didn't like him, remember?

"It's just a job, okay? I needed the money, Santana gave me a suggestion. Plain and simple."

Finn nodded, smirking a little to himself. "You're free to go, you know. Unless you wanna hang around with me."

Not for a million dollars, she said to herself mentally.

"I'd rather be going, actually," she replied, putting her bag over her shoulder. He did nothing in return, continuing to clean the countertop. She didn't look back, walking straight out of the bar and towards the dorm.

Storming into the dorm, Rachel threw her bag onto her bed. She was fuming, her arms crossed over her chest and her chin high, seeking her best friend.

Acting as if nothing had happened, Santana turned around in her chair. "How was your first day?" Her expression was calm and tranquil, though Rachel could see a glimmer of pride in her eye. She knew exactly what she set Rachel up for.

"You knew that was Finn's bar, didn't you?" she said angrily.

Santana smirked, and then went back to her magazine. Rachel huffed, taking the magazine from her, to which the Latina scowled. "I was reading that!" she snapped, getting up.

"I asked you a question!" Rachel replied, not standing down.

"Like it isn't obvious, Rachel. Come on, you said it yourself. You needed the money. There was a job opening at Callbacks, and if anyone can get through Hudson, it's you."

The brunette huffed, disagreeing. "Are you kidding? I'd rather swim with sharks than have to be in a room with him. He's so cocky and immature."

Santana paused, putting her hands on Rachel's shoulders. "If you want, I can go over there and tell Finn myself that you're not interested. You know, when you play hard to get, that's like bait to him. He'll just go for you even more."

"I'm not playing hard to get, we just don't get along. That's it. Even when we were younger we were at each other's teeth."

The Latina chuckled softly, pulling her friend in for a hug, though Rachel was a little resistant. "If little Rachel Berry could do it, I don't see why your older NYU version can't," she added before pulling out of the hug and giving her a smile before going to her room, leaving Rachel alone in the middle of the apartment.

Santana was right. She needed the money. If having to work for Finn was the price she had to pay, she would do it.

Chapter 2.. done! Again, sorry it took so long. Side note: My experience with Santana is low, so I apologize if she seems a little out of character. I'm working on it. We really appreciate the reviews, and we're super excited to continue!

I am starting chapter 3 very soon (perhaps even today) and it will be published quicker than chapter 2.

-Jen & Carolina