A/N- I know it's been awhile between updates. Blame real life - hospital stay anew trying to figure out how to work with Fanfiction on my new I-Pad. Anyhints on that would be appreciated as a PM, by the way, otherwise I'm moving to livejournal. Please read and review; constructive criticism warms my iPad up and makes the writer better.
Tequila sunrise
The phone was buzzing so loud that it felt like a 747 to Rachel Berry. Of course, her outstanding hangover might have had something to do with that too. As she reached for the phone, she winced at the sunlight streaming through. "This is Rachel." she croaked.
"Berry, where are you?" her roommate's voice could have been heard on the moon.
"Could you please not interrogate me so loudly?"she whispered. "I'm fine, I just don't know where I am. Why were you worried, Santana?"
"it's just that for future reference, it's a little disconcerting when I can't reach you, and the last communication we had was, "oh fuck, it's tequila...". I'm still getting used to you swearing in person. You saying 'fuck' AND sounding like a normal person in a text is just too scary."
Rachel paused to consider that. "You might have a point there." She then realized that 1) she was not in her own bed, and 2) she wasn't alone- someone turned over next to her and drew her against him. "Santana, I don't know where I am...and there seems to be another person with me!" she panicked.
"Hey, Satan, did you know tequila makes Berry's clothes fall off?" Noah Puckerman rumbled into the phone while rubbing his stubbly chin in just the place between Rachel's neck and shoulder.
An indrawn breath, then..."Berry, what are you doing with Puck? Rachel! " was heard dimly as the phone slid off Puck's bed.
Santana stared at the cellphone in her hand. The sounds coming from Rachel's phone were ...wow! A smile curved the Latina's lips. "'Bout time you two got together", she smirked,cuddling against a sleeping Finn Hudson.
