Author's Note: Hey there! Sorry this took me longer than I expected. With Midterms coming up it's difficult to stay ont track but I'm working on the next chapter so have no fears! Your Faberry will be coming up soon..just not in this chapter :P Thank you for all the alerts I have gotten for this story and for the three of you who have reviewed haha especially to Aly Berry who gave me a wonderful idea for this fic! It's going to be a good one ;) Now let's get on with the show shall we?
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
Rachel gripped the handle of her suitcase tightly as she let out long shaky breaths. She stood facing the machine as Brittany checked it one last time to make sure everything was in place. Britt turned around and gave Rachel a bright smile as she clapped her hands together. "All set to go Rach! Now don't worry, everything will go great. I promise." Rachel could only nod and give Brittany a small smile as she reached out for one more hug, and clung to her best friend tightly.
Rachel wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape and slowly opened the door to the machine as she set her bag down and took a seat on the bench that Brittany had put in there. She smoothed out her dress and intertwined her fingers as she rested her hands on her lap. She gave Brittany, who was waving at her from outside of the machine, one last smile before closing her eyes and letting herself be taken away. She smiled slightly as she faintly heard, "Say hi to Santana for me!" Part of her hoped that this wouldn't work and she could go back to her normal life but she knew that nothing about her was normal anymore. She had too much hope for change, for a break from her life, that failure of this damn time machine was not an option.
She let out a yell and held onto the bench as the machine jolted forward and came to a standstill. Rachel slowly opened her eyes to find herself still in the time machine. She let out a long breath and and calmed her mind as she tried to get herself together. Rachel stared at the door of the time machine, silently praying that Brittany's basement would not appear on the other side of the door. Rachel smoothed down her hair and grabbed her suitcase as she slowly stood up and reached for the handle of the door. She held her breath and opened the door slowly as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight that greeted her on the other side.
Rachel found herself in what seemed to be an empty apartment. She took careful steps out of the time machine and let the door close behind her. Shaky breaths ran through her body as she walked in further, afraid that something would jump out at any moment. "Well damn, Britt wasn't lying when she said you were a cute midget like person." Rachel screamed and felt her heart jump out of her body as she spun around, hand clutching her chest. She was speechless as she took in the women in front of her. The black haired girl who seemed to be Hispanic was without a doubt gorgeous. She wore tight black jeans with black boots that reached her ankle as she sported a simple white tank-top that hugged her in all the right places as her hair fell simply around her shoulder. No wonder Brittany fell for. She's beautiful. I mean, yeah, everyone can agree on that. Just because i can acknowledge another females good looks does not mean I am gay like Brittany. Most certainly not. No way. I'm not gay. At least I don't think so. Rachel shook herself out of her rambling thoughts when she heard her name being called. Santana stood in front of her with a raised eyebrow and her hands on her hips.
"Carajo nena, I know I'm sexy as hell but I'm taken and your staring is getting kind of creepy enano. And in case you don't know. I'm Santana. Santana Lopez to be exact."
Rachel felt herself blush and finally cleared her throat, trying to find the will to speak. "I-i'm sorry, you just startled me you see. I thought that I was alone. I apologize for my staring I did not mean to come off as weird or creepy as you said, I was merely taking you in. You're quite intimidating to be honest. A-and it's very nice to meet you Santana. I'm Rachel Berry."
"So I've been told. Has anyone told you that you talk too much?"
Rachel nodded sheepishly, knowing that she could get carried away sometimes with her rambling. She let out a breath as Santana walked past her and to the couch in what seemed to be the living room and motioned for her to sit next to her. "Don't worry Berry I don't biteā¦unless you like that type of thing, in which case I'm sure we could work something out. " Rachel stared at her wide eyed at the insinuation of a threesome, unable to form a sentence at the moment as she sat down on the couch. She had never been left so speechless by one person before. Santana sat back with a satisfied smirk and let out a laugh at Rachel's speechless state. "Well, I guess, welcome to the future Rachel Berry! How does it feel?" Santana gave her a fake smile and laughed at her cheesiness as she eyed Rachel suspiciously, "Are you okay short stack?"
Rachel couldn't help but laugh at the witty nicknames she had never heard before. She honestly didn't know what was wrong with her, she just couldn't believe that she had made it. "A-am I really here? In the future I mean? It just seems too crazy to actually happen."
Santana kept quiet as she rose from the couch and motioned for Rachel to follow her to what seemed to be a large window covered by a curtain. "Hold onto your panties Berry," Santana said with a smirk as she pulled opened the curtains to reveal a view of New York City in all it's glory. Rachel knew that this was not the New York City she always dreamed of and saw in pictures. This was a whole new city. Something she could never dream of. She looked down to see cars she had never seen moving rapidly as advertisements flashed at her from everywhere. I did it. I made it to the future! This is amazing! "Are those cars? My lord they have come a long way. And what is that device there that they are advertising? Is that what that is? A moving ad? That's impossible! How can, how do they-" Rachel stopped herself from rambling, knowing that she had a million questions that hopefully Santana would eventually answer.
Santana leaned against the wall and smiled, "I can see why Brittany likes you. You are kind of adorable." Rachel felt a blush spread across her face as she looked to the floor. A compliment from the Latina meant more to her than any of the sweet words Blaine had ever said to her.
"Why thank you Santana, that is very kind of you. I appreciate you being so nice and for welcoming me into your home."
Santana rolled her eyes but smiled as she led Rachel back to the couch. "Don't ruin it Berry. Anyway, that device is called a cell phone. It's a portable phone. And boy have they come a long way. There are phones that you can watch television on, read books and go on the internet of course."
Rachel raised her eyebrow and looked at Santana with a confused expression, "Um excuse me Santana, but what in the world is an internet?"
Santana just threw her head back and laughed, "Ay dios, you have so much to learn little one. But don't worry, I won't leave you clueless. I'll teach you all about the future. But I have to get to work or the firm will kick my ass for being late. Why don't you just get yourself settled in and we can talk more about this later."
"Wait, you work? As a lawyer? You don't stay home?" Rachel seemed stumped at the concept that a woman could be a lawyer.
Santana just smirked and winked at her as she made her way towards the door, "It's 2012 Berry, I can be whatever the fuck I want."
Rachel watched her go as she sank back into the chair with a sigh, "What did I get myself into?"
