Chapter 3
Looking at herself in the mirror, Rachel really didn't know what she had gotten herself into. She really didn't think it was a good idea from the start. So, when she tugged her incredibly short and tight black dress, she knew she'd made a huge mistake agreeing to Santana's little plan. Seeing herself in the mirror, she really didn't even recognize herself.
After getting home from work late that afternoon, Rachel could've easily canceled with the mood that she was in from earlier that day. First things first, she spilled coffee all over her scrubs, which made her have to change her scrubs, which made her late for rounds, which also pissed her boss off, leading to mind blowing yelling, not to mention the stench of his morning breath. The guy really needed a tooth brush.
To make things way better than they were already going, a pair of arrogant and rude parents seemed to think that their child's stomach pains would simply go away with the click of a button. Once Rachel told them that they had to take an x-ray before any work could be done, they started yelling their heads off at her too. She was just a walking target today, wasn't she? Once the pediatrician came in, she calmed down the parents of the patient, silently apologized to her, and released her to go make her daily grand rounds. Seeing as though she wasn't really needed anywhere else at the moment, Rachel went into an empty on call room and sat silently as the many tears rolled down her face. She was used to parents being worried about their kids, but the words that they threw at her really hurt. She wasn't used to people like the two of them.
"Can we get an actual medically trained professional in here? Not some teenager with a pair of scrubs looking at our son's charts?" The man yelled."
"Sir, I know how worried you are right now, but we have to get the x-rays in to know what's actually going on." Rachel replied, a little bit of fear sitting in her throat.
"Pshh, x-rays. Do you even know what an x-ray is little girl?" the mother replied, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry that your son is in pain right now, but you don't need to be so cruel." Rachel replied, holding back her tears.
"Then do something!" the man yelled, causing Rachel to slightly jump.
"I can check the chart again. But there's probably nothing we don't already know." Walking over to the bed, Rachel picked up the chart and scanned it again. "No allergies.. Does your son have small toys around the house? Like figurines, or something that he can swallow?" she asked, while the pediatrician came back in the room with the x-rays.
"Thank God the real professional is with us now." the mother exclaimed. "Someone get this little girl out of the room and let the grown ups do the talking." she said, looking at Rachel.
To top the rest of the day off, she was thrown up on. Which made her change her clothes again for the second time that day. She just really had a terrible day, and just wanted to go home and sleep it off. So, when Santana texted her the time and club to meet at, Rachel really wasn't up for it. Then, she remember that, as crazy as it sounded, she needed to give it a go. If this was her only chance at getting Finn, then so be it. So, she picked up her phone and called Santana, confirming that she was in.
Once the clock hit 5:15, Rachel was walking through Brittany and Santana's front door with her scrubs on and her hair in a messy bun. Santana specifically instructed her to come straight to her apartment. She made sure to also let Rachel know that she was taking over her hair and wardrobe.
Closing the door behind her, she tossed her bag on the table, and flung herself on the couch, placing her arm of her eyes while taking deep breaths. After about a few minutes of staying in the same position, Rachel heard footsteps coming from the back of the apartment.
"Look guys, sleeping beauty finally arrived." Santana exclaimed sarcastically, gaining laughter from Quinn and Brittany.
Sitting up from the couch, Rachel rubbed her eyes then rolled them at the three women standing before her.
"Real funny.." she replied.
"I know, i'm hilarious... Now come on, Cinderella, we have to get you ready for the slutty ball, if you know what I mean.." Santana winked, grabbing Rachel's hand and pulling her towards the back. "But first, you could use a serious shower. You reek, is that puke I smell?"
"Yeah.. Today wasn't exactly my best day, so to speak." Rachel slightly huffed.
"That's okay." Santana said, pushing Rachel into the bathroom. "You have about 30 minutes to shower... Use all the soap you need." she said before shutting the door behind her.
After a very much needed steaming shower, Rachel dried off and wrapped the towel she had around her body, walking out of the bathroom after drying off.
"Good. You're out. Now, it's glam time!" Santana exclaimed, pulling Rachel to her room. "Okay, sit here." she said, leading her to the large vanity she had against the wall in her room, with dozens of sorts of make up spread out in front of her. "Let's do this."
"Oh, God.. Someone please help me." Rachel mumbled under her breath.
Now, as Rachel took in her full appearance, she couldn't believe that Santana went all out with everything. She had on a tight and short satin black dress which did a equal job of showing off her boobs and short, tan legs. She was sort of hesitant in the beginning, but Santana reminded her that in order to get Finn's attention, she had to play it safe, which met trading in goody two shoes with some slutty, sexy bar girl. She trusted Santana knew what she was doing.
Adding to her look, Santana handed her a pair of tall pumps, which made Rachel a little nervous. She never really wore heels that high. She never really wore heels at all, if she had to be honest.
"Don't look so sad, Berry. These'll help a lot. I'm pretty sure you look like a tiny house sitting next to a skyscraper when standing by Hudson. It's unhuman... I'm pretty sure he can pass as the next King Kong.." Santana commented.
"Uhmm, thanks." she slowly said, taking the heels and putting them on her feet.
Santana decided to straighten Rachel's hair as straight as pins, placing it in a high ponytail, with a slight bump. Ending everything with her make-up, Santana created a dark black smoky eye affect to her eyes, placing dark black eyeliner at the bottom and top of her eye lids, curving the lines out to make a very huge cat eye. Santana completed the look by handing her a black pearled necklace to place around her neck.
"Okay, we're finally done and you look smoking, Cat Woman.. If Finn doesn't see that tonight, then he's gay. Now, we better go before it starts to get too crowded." Santana said, huddling the girls in a small circle.
"Rachel's angels on three.. one.. two.. three.." they all said it and headed for the door. Once they got to the club that the three boys were allegedly supposed to be at tonight, according to Santana's tracker app she installed in Finn's phone a few days ago, the four girls waited outside of the loud club, behind the long line of people waiting to get in.
"Oh my gosh, this blows.. We can't be stuck out here all night. We need to come up with a plan." Santana said, turning to the three girls behind her. "I got it.. Rachel go flash the guard, he'll totally let us in."
"Santana, I agreed to your crazy plan, the super tight dress and look, but I'm putting my foot down. No nudity for me, sorry." she explained.
"Fine.. Then i'll have to." Santana replied. Skipping the long line of people, Santana walked up to the husky male with a Bluetooth gadget in his ear and a clip board in his hand, and pulled down the top of her dress. Seeing the tall man smile, Santana turned around and motioned for the three girls waiting in line to join her. Standing beside her, she looked at the man and spoke. "They're with me.." With that, they were all walking in to the club right now.
"I can't believe you actually did that." Rachel yelled over the loud music.
"What can I say? I'm a pro." Santana answered back, causing Quinn to roll her eyes.
"That was hot!" Brittany yelled, before they walked further into the bar.
"Okay, ladies.. First act of business. To the bar... No wingman is doing his, or in this case her, job right without a drink in their hand." "As for you, Rachel. Tonight's your long awaited excuse to get wasted off of your ass. Don't blow it." After Santana's little speech, they all headed to the bar. Once they got there, the bartender immediately spotted Rachel, and stopped what he was doing to attend to her.
"Why, hello there.. What can I get you, Cat Woman?" he smirked, looking her up and down. She felt completely uncomfortable, but she knew that Santana was expecting her to be different tonight. And hey, she thought to herself, maybe a little fun was just what she needed with all the stress she had right now.
Leaning against the bar while returning a smirk, she pulled him closer to her and whispered in his ear. "A martini please. Dirty and dry, just how I like it.." and with that, she pushed him away and walked back over to her friends who were giggling and watching her every move.
"Look's like Berry's finally learned from the best. I'm proud, my little student.." she laughed.. Grabbing her drink when it was finished being made, she took a sip and scanned the club, no one familiar in sight, besides her three friends.
"Are you sure they're at this club?" Rachel asked, looking around at all of the people either mingling or dancing.
"I'm sure.. Look, there's Puckerman over there, making a complete fool of himself, may I add." Santana replied, pointing across the club. Puck was dancing with a blonde, who by the looks of things, clearly wasn't interested.
"New plan guys.. Q, you occupy your hubby, Rachel, you've got Finn, of course, Britt, just find someone in here, and i'll handle the ole' Puckasaurus. Ready, go."
"Wait, I can't find him anywhere with all of these people." Quinn called.
"Me neither.." Rachel said too, but before she knew it, she was lost in the crowd and Quinn, nor the other two girls were anywhere to be seen. She was completely by herself. Well, except from the occasional male who would come up to her and ask her to dance, which she would reply with a simple no.
As time went by, she was beginning to worry that everyone left her in the place, seeing as though she was the only person that she knew right now standing in a large crowd of sweaty and very active strangers. Before she got her hopes up too soon, she began to feel relieved when she saw the person she had been longing to see all day, scratch that all week. Smiling to herself, she couldn't help but stare. He looked really good tonight. He wore a grey t-shirt, a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black converse.
Gaining consciousness from what seemed like an hour long gaze, Rachel took a deep breath, straightened out her dress, and made her way over to the small table he was sitting at. Walking up to the table, Rachel stopped immediately when she saw a familiar blonde fall onto his lap.. It was the same girl from Monday morning, the same one who called Rachel ugly.. She now realized that Finn was wasted off of his ass and probably didn't realize it was the same girl from that morning. She would do anything in her power to make sure she would not be going home with him again..
Walking over to the small table, Rachel threw her clutch and plopped right across from the two.
"Hello, stranger.." she smiled brightly once Finn noticed who she was. Looking at the blonde, Rachel leaned back against the chair, crossed her arms and smirked once the blonde rolled her eyes. "I guess I didn't realize they let mutts from the gutters of New York City just anywhere." Rachel said, looking at the girl.
"Rachie, chillax, she's cool." Finn said, with a bit of a groggy tone to his voice. Yep, definitely drunk.
"I'll chillax when my best friend isn't draped over the slut who called me ugly the other morning." Rachel spat back.
"Wait. So you guys aren't married?" the girl asked with amusement.
"Definitely not." Finn answered before he could even think, which made Rachel's heart crumble up into tiny pieces. He didn't feel the same way and she now figured that out.
"I may not be his wife, but i'm still his best friend.. So, get the hell away from him you dirty tramp.." Rachel hissed.
"Rachel.. if I wanted my mother at the club, I would've ask her to come.. Stop acting like her. I was perfectly fine before you came and i'm pretty sure I can make my own decisions, thank you very much.." Finn replied, taking a sip of beer. "Plus, you shouldn't talk to Mandy like that.. She's got flaws, but we all do.. And clearly you over look your own to point out hers."
Rachel was taken aback.. She could not believe that Finn of all people was telling her this.. Tears were building up in the corner of her eyes and all she could think about doing at that moment was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her best friend or practically her whole life was choosing some blonde whore that he met a few days ago over her. Great.
"Gosh, I mean Rachel, I know you wanna look out for me and all, but when will you stop treating me like a small child on a tight leash.. I need my space.. I feel like you're smothering me.." he went on.
"Well, maybe I can stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one.." Rachel answered back..
"Well maybe I need my freedom.." Finn began.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel crossed her arms with hurt eyes.
"Maybe my life would be better if you weren't in it..." he answered back.
Feeling sobs make their way to her mouth, she swallowed them back and stood up from the table.
"So what? You don't wanna be friends anymore?" she asked.
"I think it's best we went our separate ways.." he stood along with her, leaving Mandy in the chair by herself. Turning towards the table, Rachel picked up her half drank Martini and tossed in his face as tears fell from her eyes.
"Where's Finn Hudson, my best friend? I don't know who you are but when you find him, tell him that I miss him.." she said, before running out of the club, sobbing at how much pain she just went through.. Falling against the brick wall outside the club, Rachel hugged her legs to her chest as she sobbed into her knees.
"Rach?" a familiar voice called.
"Q?" she said, looking up at the blonde standing in front of her. "Why are you out here?" she asked, wiping away her tears.
"I could ask you the same thing? Why on earth are you crying Rachel Berry?" Quinn asked sitting next to her on the cold ground.
"F-F-Finn said he d-d-didn't want to be my friend anymore. He chose a blonde skank over me. I was right all along.. I am pathetic." Rachel sobbed into Quinn's side as she hugged her close.
"Hey, you're NOT pathetic. And Finn clearly doesn't know what he is missing out on Ray, because you're the most amazing friend that anyone can have and i'm glad to call you mine." Quinn explained, hugging her tight.
"Why are you out here and not in there?" Rachel asked curiously.
"I don't know.. It's not really that much of an appeal to me.. I like the quiet more. I'm missing my baby too.." she smiled, watching the taxis pass on the crowded street. "Okay, how about we get you home. I guess Santana really didn't see the forecast when she put you in that small dress.
"Okay." she replied, standing up with Quinn as they took turns trying to flag down a taxi, until finally it worked. Once they got out, they turned out to be at Quinn's apartment.
Walking into the house, Rachel felt more relieved with the feeling of warmth and peace. Her ears were also still ringing from the club. Walking behind Quinn, they came into contact with a young blonde teenager.
"He's sleeping?" she asked, sounding astonished.
"Yes ma'am. It didn't really take him that long.. We were watching Sesame Street for like 20 minutes and before I knew it he was crashed out." the girl explained.
"Thank you so much, Amy. I really appreciate it. Here you go." Quinn smiled, handing the girl a 50 dollar bill. "Have a nice weekend."
"You too, Mrs. Evans." the girl called, before grabbing her bag and walking out the front door.
"Here's a blanket Rach, I'll go fix us some tea." Quinn said handing her a blanket and walking to the kitchen.
"Can I use your bathroom?" Rachel asked.
"Of course you can, Hun.. You don't even have to ask."
"Okay, thanks." She called before walking towards the bathroom in the back hall. Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, Rachel swiped it under the sink and began violently wiping away her make up, making her eyes look even more dark with smeared eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara.
Pulling her hair down from it's ponytail, she ran her fingers through it, trying to smooth it out. Opening the cabinet, she found Quinn's make up remover and facial wash. After she was finished, her hair was in a high bun and her face was clear of any type of make up. All she had now was her dress that reveal too much for her liking and the heels that felt like knives piercing through her feet.
Quinn was waiting for her once she got out of the bathroom with a stack of pajama pants and a large t-shirt and an old pair of bunny slippers. Grabbing the clothes from her hands, she looked at her with a small smile. " It's 3:15 am, it's about to storm outside, and i'm not letting you pay for a ride home in a cab.. How about we call it a night and have a sleep over like old times?" she asked, smiling.
"Okay." she frowned, as more tears traveled down her cheeks.
"Oh, I didn't mean to make you cry. Come here." she smiled, pulling her friend in for a warm embrace. "It isn't forever Ray. You know Finn. He'll come to his senses. This isn't going to last forever. You guys are lost without each other." Quinn told her. "C'mon I made tea."
Once Rachel lied down that night, all she could think about was what happened between her and Finn. The one sentence that played threw her mind was. "You should have kissed him when you had the chance." Maybe if she did all of this wouldn't be happening, or maybe it would. She would never know.
