The next afternoon, Rachel walked into Les's office for a meeting with Devon, Les, and Santana. "Hey Rach. Sorry to have you come in, but we have to reschedule. Santana isn't coming." Les said. Rachel sighed.
"Why is she canceling? We have to get this sorted out." Rachel said.
"Her four year old daughter has a fever and she has to take care of her. Here. We typed up a Pezberry background story. Read over it. Memorize it. Make sure you and Santana are both on the same page. I'm going to take this copy to her later." Devon said. Rachel, feeling bad, spoke up.
"If you can give me her address, I'll take it by." Rachel volunteered. Fifteen minutes later, she was driving back to the house she had been to last night. Noah answered the door when she knocked.
"Hey. Rachel, right?" he asked. Rachel nodded. "Come on in. He said, opening the door wider. "San is upstairs trying to get Lucy to take a nap." Noah said.
"I actually wanted to talk to you first. Did Santana tell you that she is moving in with me?" Rachel asked. Noah nodded.
"Yea she did. She's not looking forward to telling Lu." Noah said.
"Lucy is welcome to visit whenever she wants to. I have a 3 bedroom apartment and I was thinking about setting aside one of those rooms for Lucy. I was wondering if you would help me pick out the furniture?" Rachel asked. Noah nodded.
"Yea of course. That's really nice of you. Noon tomorrow?" he suggested.
"Perfect. Don't tell Santana." Rachel said before going upstairs. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, the Latina exited her daughter's room, quietly closing the door. Putting a finger to her lip, she gestured for the diva to follow her into the room across the hall.
"Sorry about missing the meeting. She was up half the night coughing and this morning she started running a fever, so I think she just has a really bad cold. What did I miss?" Santana asked, sitting on the bed.
"Uh... They want to wait a week before you move in permanently. Oh and they wrote up a backstory. I haven't read it yet." Rachel said, handing Santana the paper.
"So we met in a club... I was celebrating getting my role and you were just getting wasted." Santana said. Rachel glared.
"It doesn't say that." Rachel said. Santana laughed.
"No, but get this. We made eye contact for the first time and I knew that I never wanted to look away from those beautiful gems. This is... It sounds..." Santana trailed off.
"It sounds like it was written by two guys in their thirties." Rachel said. Santana nodded.
"I'm never going to be able to say that with a straight face. Even if we were actually dating, it wouldn't happen. I'm so improvising." Santana said. Rachel nodded.
"No one would buy that anyway. Just don't go to far off." Rachel said.
"So... I told Lucy that I'm moving out. She was upset until I told her who I was moving in with." Santana said. Rachel laughed. "My daughter adores you." Santana continued.
"Her mother sure doesn't." Rachel whispered.
"We got off to a rough start. I'm sorry for all of that. But if we are going to have to be able to pretend we are dating, we need to be able to sell it. I saw the interview. You were right. If sucked. I think if we at least get along, it'll be more convincing." Santana said. Rachel nodded. "Besides, if things continue on the way they did at that party, one of is will be dead in a week after I move in." Santana continued. The diva laughed.
"By the way, the day after tomorrow, we are supposed to have an interview with some local morning show. If Lucy is still sick, I can go by myself." Rachel said.
"Puck can take care of her for a few hours." Santana said. Two days later, Santana and Rachel were getting their hair and make up done in a studio. Rachel was trying to remember what time the movers would be there to deliver than furniture she and Noah had picked out when Santana grabbed her hand.
"Uh..." Rachel said. Santana looked around at all the people and Rachel got the message. She had forgotten where they were. "Yes?" she asked.
"You got the story down, right?" Santana asked. Rachel nodded. They had spent an hour before going over possible questions with Les and David.
"They're ready for you in one minute, so get out there." the stage manager said. Rachel and Santana walked to the entrance and waited for their cue.
"Up next, we get close and personal with the newest celebrity couple, Pezberry. Please welcome Santana Lopez and Rachel Berry." the host said. The two brunettes walked out from behind and went to the sitting area, Santana sitting closest to the host, Rachel sitting close to Santana. "Rachel, its great to see you again. It's been awhile since you were in here." the host said. Rachel nodded.
"Yea it has." Rachel said.
"Obviously, a lot has happened since then." the host said. Rachel smiled and grabbed Santana's hand.
"Yea it has." Rachel repeated.
"So how did you two meet?" the host asked.
"Well, I was out celebrating. I had just found out that I had gotten the role in my movie. Anyway, I saw Rachel and she didn't look like she was enjoying herself so I went over and asked her to dance." Santana said.
"I have to ask, if you were out celebrating, why ask someone who didn't look happy to dance?" the host asked. Rachel squeezed Santana's hand. They hadn't been prepared for that question.
"I honestly don't know, but I'm happy I did." Santana covered, smiling down at Rachel.
"So Rachel, were you wanting Santana to approach you?" the host asked. Rachel nodded.
"I'd seen her around the club, but when she asked me to dance, I had to accept. When she asked me on a date, it was even better." Rachel said. The rest of the interview went smoothly.
"That one was better." Santana said when they were in the dressing room. Rachel started to answer, but they were interrupted.
"Mommy!" Lucy said. Santana looked over to see Noah carrying their daughter.
"Hey baby girl." Santana said with a smile, taking her daughter from her father's arms. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked Noah.
"She wanted to see you." Noah said. Lucy laid her head on her mother's shoulder.
"You look pretty, Mommy." Lucy said, trying to play with her mother's hair.
"Thank you baby girl. But don't play with Mommy's hair, okay?" Santana said. Lucy nodded and waved at Rachel shyly.
"Hi." she whispered. Rachel smiled.
"Hey." she said. Santana laughed.
"Why are you being so quiet? Yesterday you couldn't wait to see Rachel again." Santana teased her daughter, who shrugged. The host walked up.
"Good interview guys. Congratulations." the host said. He saw Lucy. "Who's this?" he asked. Santana felt the young girl turn her head shyly.
"This is my daughter, Lucy, and that's my ex-husband, Noah Puckerman." Santana said. Noah and the host shook hands.
"Hey why don't we go back to my place so you can see it?" Rachel said. She had just received a message from her friend that the room was ready. When the group got to Rachel's apartment, Rachel led them to the bedrooms.
"So that's where you'll sleep Santana." she said before kneeling to Lucy. "I know you're going to want to visit your mom. You can whenever you want and you can sleep in here." Rachel said, opening a door. Santana peered in and gasped at the children's furniture and the accents in her daughter's favorite color, purple. There were pictures that Santana assumed came from Noah.
"You did this for her?" Santana whispered. Rachel nodded. "And for you." Rachel said. Santana smiled as the other woman led the young girl into the room.
"You're going to fall in love. You know that right." Noah said smugly. Santana turned face him.
"Repeat after me. Publicity stunt." Santana said. Noah rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to say I told you so." Noah said.
