Again, I'd like to say...
English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistake. And know that it probably will take long to update, because I have to translate and it is completely new to me.
IMPORTANT! The fic was already posted in portuguese (complete) as "Herança de Grego". If you read portuguese you can find it in my profile.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Kisses!
"Are you sure, Finn? It's a good amount of money!" Jesse insisted for the third and last time, taking a sip from the beer that his friend had offered him.
"It is a bad deal, dude! Your friend ... let's be realistic! If there were nothing wrong with her, she would have a boyfriend and stuff ... would not need to hire a guy to marry her. I can't sign the contract and run the risk, cause I'll have to pay a fine that is almost the value of my car if I do not comply with all terms over a year. Twelve fucking months!"
"I understand. And I won't tell you Rachel is the most amazing girl I know and that I only don't marry her myself cause I'm gay. I know you'd say she's my friend and my opinion is not impartial."
Finn just laughed. He wouldn't tell Jesse, even under torture, that the possibility that she were really amazing weighed more in his decision than the idea that she might be boring. If she were annoying, he would simply avoid her at home and just be around her in public.
As beautiful as a girl was, if she were donkey, dull, snobbish, Finn would soon lose interest in her. At most, he would fuck her once or twice and that's it! Quinn Fabray had proved that, once for all. Despite all the beauty, charm and sensuality of the young model, her sense of superiority and her need for everything to be always the way she want it made him go out with her only for three times.
On the other hand, if a woman were intelligent, had a sense of humor, culture, and a good heart, if she could talk about diferent subjects and were a good friend, her beauty would be amplified. He already thought Rachel was truly beautiful, so if she were an amazing person as Jesse told him, she would be even more attractive, which would make it immensely difficult living under the same roof as her and keeping the terms of the contract.
"Finny-D, I have to talk to you, dude." Said the friend with whom he shared the apartment, without even greeting him or Jesse.
"Spill it, Puck."
"You know you're like a brother to me, Finn, but I can't hold the fort anymore. I've paid rent for the last three months and I need you to pay the next one, man! I have no money at all!"
"You know, dude... I'm not getting any work ..."
"I know, bro, but I did what I could." He said while greeting Jesse, with a kind of pat on the back and a handshake.
"All right! Keep cool, I'll get money soon. I'll pay rent and reward you too."
"Okay, then. I'll take a shower and sleep ... I'm really exhausted!"
When Finn looked at Jesse, he knew his friend had already understood that he had changed his mind. The circumstances, which were unfavorable, had worsened. If he did not do something fast, besides having to leave the apartment and return to Lima, with his tail between his legs, it would also affect Puck, who had done so much for him in recent months, paying not only the rent but also other expenses of the house he was not charging.
"Tell her I'm in, dude. God's will be done!" Something told Finn that he was getting into big trouble, but a part of him was oddly upbeat about that deal. Perhaps it was because at least he would live in a nice house for a year and, with the amount of money Rachel would pay him, it would be possible to save some money.
A few days later, Jesse was back with a draft contract for Finn to evaluate, and he had brought his boyfriend, Sebastian, who was a lawyer, to help Finn with any doubt he could have. All clauses seemed well worded, in order not to give rise to any misunderstanding in the future, then the soon-to-be-false-husband agreed to sign it immediately, handing it to Jesse for him to take it for once. He didn't want to have a chance to give up.
On the same day, Finn received from his friend an envelope sent by Rachel, with a letter and some other paper. In the letter, written in a neat calligraphy, which did not surprise him because she totally seemed to be a perfeccionist, and in a sympathetic tone, she explained what were the other roles.
Those were questionnaires that he should answer about his life, for her to know him, as well as some she had answered and he should read in order to know everything that was necessary about her life. As she said in the letter, if they did not know enough about each other, they wouldn't convince anyone that their marriage was real, much less her parents, who were her greatest worry.
At night, when he was alone in his apartment, he began to answer about his life and read about hers and, the more he read, the more interesting she'd become. Dangerously interesting!
She was not the rich princess he expected, but a struggling girl who was studying music, theater and dance, every day in the morning, was working as a waitress, every night, and, three afternoons for week, was doing volunteer work, training a students' choir from a very poor school, which meant not any money for rehearsals and presentations.
The way she wrote the letter and her responses to the questionnaire was clever, for sure. It also showed broad culture, when she answered about her personal preferences. And ultimately, many of her answers were the result of a refined sense of humor.
Finn faced mixed feelings. His great anxiety to learn more about Rachel also brought a great fear of the problems that this one desire could cause.
Rachel was another one who was living a mix of emotions. On the one hand, there was relief because she had arranged someone to marry her, in order to receive the assets of Ethel and finally quit her job as a waitress to devote herself to theater, music, dance and the choir, which even would have a sponsorship for the first time. On the other hand there were some concern, because she had never lived so intimately with a man, unless her parents, and now she would have to live with Mr. Hudson.
She knew nothing about him or his habits, routine and values. He was probably a good person, because Jesse would never put her into a house with someone he did not like, in whom he did not trust. But still, he was a stranger and she'd have to pretend to be his wife in front of most people. They would have to touch each other eventually, hold hands and stuff, or it would not be a convincing performance.
At that moment, alone in her bed in the darkness of the night, Rachel realized something very important. It would not make her give up, because Rachel Barbra Berry was not a woman to give up, but that changed, of course, the prospect that things had so far.
The problem would not be pretend to be the wife of a stranger, after all she was born to be an actress. It would be really difficult, in fact, not to confuse things. She could not allow herself to want the "soap opera" to become a reality... and the most interesting co-star ever to become a real lover.
