Feet firmly rooted to the ground, Rachel stared slack jawed at the sight before her. She was sure if everyone wasn't so busy getting to know one another, she would be thoroughly embarrassed right now.
She distinctly thought she heard someone ask her a question in the background, but as chocolate eyes came into contact with piercing hazel, Rachel forgot her own name.
"Hey dwarf, I'm talking to you."
Turning around Rachel came face to face with a fiery latina. She was brunette, slightly taller than Rachel, and her outfit looked like she purchased it from Kids r' Us. It left very little to the imagination.
"I…I'm sorry," Rachel replied back nervously.
"I asked you your name you little weirdo."
Squaring her shoulders, Rachel sent her best death glare to the girl. Not one to take crap from others, she broke into one of her infamous rants.
"There is really no need for you to be so hostile. We've only just met and already you're coming off as an arrogant jerk. I simply did not hear the question you phrased to me. There was absolutely no need to insult me and call me out of my name."
Taking a step back, the latina threw her hands up in surrender.
"Woah there Cujo, I was just messing with you. The name's Santana"
Accepting her peace offering, Rachel extended her hand forward.
"I'm Rachel, it's nice to meet you Santana."
Instead of accepting Rachel's handshake, Santana just slung her arm around the smaller brunette's shoulders. Caught off guard, Rachel wobbled backwards a bit.
"I like you Frodo, you got a lot of chutzpa. Nobody ever talks back to me like that, and I mean no one. You got a lot of balls kid. You're alright with me. Who knows maybe you can be my wingman or something."
Rachel didn't get a chance to protest before the latina quickly ran off screaming something about cutting someone if they stole her bed. Rachel giggled quietly to herself; Santana would definitely be getting her into trouble. Looking around the room she noticed everyone had scattered with the exception of one.
Those same hazel eyes she had been so entranced in earlier were now staring straight back at her.
"We haven't had a chance to meet yet. I'm Quinn."
Rachel could barely register the words that came out of the girl's mouth. All she knew was this girl had to be an angel; long golden locks cascaded down delicate shoulders, and porcelain skin was illuminated by the sun shining through the blinds.
"Hey are you okay?"
Rachel immediately snapped out of her daze upon feeling a light touch on her forearm. "Oh my gosh, I hope I wasn't drooling."
Clearing her throat and willing her vocal cords to work, Rachel tried to speak.
"Ummm Y…Yes, I…I'm fine."
She mentally face palmed. "Real smooth Rachel."
Quinn stood smiling softly at her. "Oh god, that smile!"
"Umm, are you going to tell me your name freely or do I have to beg?"
"Baby you don't have to beg for anything. Wait, where did that come from?"
Rachel stood nervously grinning at Quinn.
"Uhhh, M…My name is R…Rachel."
Rachel wanted to shoot herself. Why couldn't she speak normally?
"Well R…Rachel, it's really nice to meet you."
The blond turned and made her way upstairs.
"Yeah this is definitely going to be a long three months."
Four hours later the roommates were all unpacked and settled in their respective rooms. Sam, Finn, and Puck took the blue room. Mercedes, Kurt, and Quinn took the Pink room; and Santana, Brittany, and Rachel took the red room.
It wasn't long before the alcohol started flowing. The nine housemates stood in the kitchen with two empty shot glasses each in front of them. Santana and Puck had roused them into playing a mini-game of Never Have I Ever.
"Alright bitches, I'm hungry so somebody needz to find me some food." All eyes turned to the Latina.
"What are you hoes staring at? I haven't eaten since I left home this morning and airplane food just plain sucks. So excuse me if my stomach is ready to get its grub on."
The house broke into laughter.
"Dude you're kind of funny," Sam said with a small chuckle.
"Not as funny as you Ken," Sam looked at Santana with confusion.
Quickly trying to end the conversation, Rachel stepped in.
"I think Santana has a point. I myself am extremely famished and could really use some food."
"See Yoda here totally agrees with me." Rachel turned and gave Santana a pointed glare.
"Hey maybe after we eat we could see the club scene," Puck chimed in.
"Now you're speaking my language man-whore."
"Santana do you know anyone's real name," the tiny brunette asked.
"Of course I do, it's just way more fun to call you by my nicknames."
"Well as much as I find this conversation absolutely riveting, I must go prepare for the night out. My pores are absolute horrendous after my long flight."
With that Kurt excused himself to get ready with Mercedes following closely behind. The remainder of the housemates scattered to their rooms as well. Half an hour later all the roommates were dressed and ready, well almost all.
"Where's life size Barbie," Santana asked annoyed.
"I love Barbie. You know one time I caught my cat trying to steal my Barbies. I think she was trying to throw them a secret tea party or something."
Everyone turned and stared wide eyed at Brittany.
"Ay dios mio," the Latino mumbled under breath.
Everyone's conversations promptly ended however as Quinn descended the staircase. Making her way to the bottom Quinn noticed everyone staring.
"What's everyone staring at? Do I have something on my face?"
"Damn girl you look hot", Santana said with a wicked grin.
"You look more than hot babe, you're drop dead. I swear my heart skipped a beat when you walked down."
"Real cheesy Puck," Kurt replied back with disgust.
All Rachel could do was stare slack jawed yet again.
"I swear this girl's going to be the death of me."
The roommates each took one final shot to get them going. Feeling a slight buzz, they made their way to dinner. Kurt had found a nice little Italian restaurant that was in his words "absolutely fabulous."
Avoiding Quinn at all cost, Rachel hopped in the car last. She was in for a long night.