"Rachel! Could you get me a bottle of water while you're up?" Brody called from the couch.
"Get me a beer too!" added Santana, who was on the couch as well, and had conveniently been blocking the two of them from cuddling during Phantom of the Opera. "Because if you expect me to watch another hour of this I need to be buzzed."
Rachel sighed. Santana was really starting to be a pain in the ass. It was one thing to show up and announce she was moving in, but it was entirely different thing altogether to expect to be waited on hand and foot. Still, she got the drink anyway because it wouldn't be quite fair for her to just get Brody something while she was up. "I would like to remind you that I'm not your maid, Santana, and nobody asked you to watch this with us," she called from the kitchen on the other side of the apartment.
"What? Does family movie night exclude me?" she questioned when Rachel returned with the drinks. Brody murmured a "Thanks babe", to which Rachel hummed in acknowledgement. Santana didn't do anything but crack her beer open and take a swig. Rachel waited for a thanks from her, but after a minute, she resigned herself to the fact that it wasn't happening.
"Kurt had to work tonight, so this isn't family movie night. Even if it were, family movie night would only include the members of the household that actually pay for their room, and aren't just freeloading on the couch."
"That hurts, Berry," Santana replied, putting her drink down. "I think I just might miss the nice girl from sophomore year with the atrocious fashion sense and annoyingly loud personality."
Rachel scoffed. "Then you're out of luck, Santana, because you chased her off a long time ago."
Santana decided to ignore this comment, and address the fact that Rachel was still bitter about her being on the couch. "And I told you, if you clear a space out and curtain me up a room, I'll pay. Until then, I'm not paying to sleep on something you got off the street."
"Girls, can we please not have this argument for the thousandth time?" Brody suggested. "I'm trying to watch Christine and Raoul sing to each other."
Santana turned to Rachel. "Are you sure he's not gay? Because that sounds exactly like something Kurt would say if he were here."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Just because you cannot seem to understand the emotional depth behind this movie doesn't mean that others are the same."
"Oh please, it doesn't take brains to see that the Phantom's a creep and Christine is going to choose Raoul because he's hot and rich. Not all people are attracted just to talent like you, Berry, and Christine is most certainly looking for other things," Santana said. "See? I can speak musical. It comes with being gay."
"I most certainly can 'speak musical'" she used air quotes around the term. "As you refer to it. Does that make me a lesbian?"
"Well with girls it's trickier, but either way, you've got some gay in you. Senior year you told me you were flexible," Santana put in.
"Wait what?" Brody asked, being pulled out of the world of Phantom of the Opera for a second.
"Still! Being well-versed in musicals does not make you gay!" she cried. There wasn't really a flaw in any of Santana's statements, so there was nothing she could refute.
"It so does."
"Rachel! Santana! Would you please take it into another room?" Brody snapped.
"What good would that do?" questioned Santana. "There aren't any walls."
Rachel frowned at her before standing up. "I think I'm just going to head to bed for the night. Don't get killed on your way to and from your late-night shift, Santana."
"Will do, midget," she replied. Rachel rolled her eyes, and walked away. Sometimes that was the only way to deal with Santana.
"Rachel," Brody's words stopped her. She turned around to find him standing up as well. "I think I'm gonna head down to the bar before I go in to work."
"Alright, goodnight," Rachel crossed back across the room to give him a passionate kiss. Santana made retching sounds, which eventually brought the kiss to an end.
"Breakfast at the usual before classes tomorrow?" he asked after they had broken apart.
"Of course. See you then?" Brody nodded, and then walked out the door.
Rachel shot a glare at Santana the moment he was gone, but she didn't seem to notice. She was finally paying attention to the movie. Not wanting to start anything once again, Rachel sighed loudly and went to her room.
Only to find she was already in there.
Rachel went wide-eyed as she noticed that she was already sitting on her bed, wearing an outfit that looked like it was straight out of her sophomore year closet. Except she was standing in the doorway, she couldn't be sitting there, and she couldn't be looking at herself. It was impossible
"What?" she gasped, feeling faint. She quickly responded by jumping off the bed to help herself. Wait what?
"Don't you dare faint. Now's not the time for dramatics," she warned, hoisting herself up and moving back over to the bed.
"How is this possible? I'm not doing drugs at the moment," Rachel asked quietly, not wanting Santana to hear her. "Oh God, I'm going crazy! The stress is finally getting me! I know they warned about the tremendous amount of stress in the NYADA brochure, but—"
"Stop," the other her said, holding up a hand. "You're not going crazy, and you're not on drugs, though we should probably have a discussion later on this 'at the moment' bit. I'm you from the past."
"I can see that," was all Rachel could think of to say.
"And I can see that you've become a skank," Rachel from the past quipped.
"I thought I was nice back then?" Present Rachel questioned, a bit thrown, if it was possible to be more thrown that she already was.
"Let's be honest with each other, okay?" she said. "We got a man fired from his job just so our life could be better. I think we're only nice when it benefits us."
"Not to mention the beginning of junior year," Rachel muttered, thinking back to the time she sent a girl to a crack house.
Past Rachel looked confused. "What?"
"Are you from sophomore year?"
She shrugged. "Straight out of our tragic loss at Regionals."
"Don't worry, you win nationals in two years."
Past Rachel hit her on the shoulder. "Don't spoil it for me!"
"I've come to the conclusion that this is a dream, so it doesn't really matter."
"You're not dreaming!"
Rachel laughed quietly. "Mmhm. Whatever you say. I'm just going to go to sleep, and we'll see who's here in the morning."
"You'll see!" she replied as Rachel got into bed. "I'm just as real as you."
"Bother someone else, will you?"
Past Rachel rolled her eyes, and decided to explore the rest of the apartment. From what she had seen so far, she wasn't pleased with what her future looked like. She hoped that there would be something to make up for it, like not finding Finn hanging around.
Sure enough, Finn wasn't in the apartment. Everything else, however, was a disappointment. She was living in a warehouse? With Santana? This couldn't be happening.
The girl in question stopped her from investigating anymore. She turned to look at Rachel questioningly as she exited the bedroom. "Okay, I know I said I missed old Rachel, but that didn't mean I wanted the outfits back. The ones you wear right now are kinda hot."
"Wait, you're not going to insult me?" Rachel asked, completely confused. The Santana she knew hated her guts and loved nothing more than to insult her.
"Do you want me to? Please don't tell me you secretly get off on that type of thing," Santana said, muting Phantom of the Opera, which she had still been watching.
Rachel ignored that comment, and walked over to sit on the couch beside her. "Santana… Would you say we're friends?"
"Is this some weird new psychology way of trying to get me to pay rent? Because the answer is still no until I get my own room."
Rachel shook her head. This was so weird. "I'm serious. Are we friends?"
"Yeah. I mean, Berry, you and your boy toy kind of get under my skin sometimes, and don't get me started on Kurt, but you're one of my closest friends. And I—"
Rachel cut her off. "Boy toy? What are you talking about? Do I have a boyfriend? Please tell me it's not Finn."
Santana looked at her like she was stupid. "Did you hit your head?"
"Maybe?"
"You're dating Brody, who is possibly gay and is definitely the biggest jerk you have ever dated, which is saying a lot considering you dated Finnept and Jesse St Jackass."
This was probably the worst thing to hear. So she blurted out, "Wait, so I haven't dated Quinn yet?"
Santana burst out laughing. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm from the past," Rachel admitted.
Santana continued laughing. "Sure. You seriously need to get some sleep."
"I'm serious, Santana!" she cried.
"Yeah, okay." Santana shook her head, a smile still on her face. "Then why don't you sit on down and watch the rest of your boring movie with me? Otherwise I just might have to run down the street and pick up a slushie."
Rachel squeaked and hurried to sit down beside the girl who hated her. Well, at least she used to hate her. She wasn't very sure about now.
After the movie ended, Santana said she had to get ready for work. Rachel, not knowing what else to do, went back to her future self's room to sleep. Unconsciously, the second she got situated in the bed, Rachel pulled her in to cuddle.
She probably thinks I'm Brody, past Rachel thought to herself. Still, she didn't do anything about it. Cuddling with someone was nice, if you got past the slightly creepy factor of the fact that she was cuddling with herself.
A/N: So yeah. This one's kind of weird, but it was a nice change from everything else I was writing. I never thought I'd write anything about season four of Glee, because in my mind Glee stopped after graduation, but this is the exception. Anyway, this has four chapters and an epilogue, and since I'm finished with them I'll be posting a chapter a day until it's all up. Happy Faberry Week!