LiveJournal Prompt: (As notes on the refrigerator):

Don't put your rotting Donair pizza in the composter! – From: The Vegan

Where else is it supposed to go, Soyfucker? P.S. Bacon is LIFE

They had been forced to live together since the beginning. Rachel had been accepted into Julliard and was majoring in musical theater. She arrived to find out that they were placing all the musical theater majors and various other majors in an apartment complex off of campus, just one block down from the main campus do to overflow of students. She was supposed to be rooming with a roommate with the name of Laurel Francis, who was also a musical theater major. But, apparently the process had gotten mixed up.

Rachel had moved herself into her new apartment, happy to find it empty so she could get settled into the warm living space. There was already furniture and everything there, all she had to do was to find her bedroom and make it her own. There were no assigned bedrooms, so she chose the apartment on the East side so she could rise with the sun, like she did back home. She figured that her roommate would appreciate it since it was the smaller of the two bedrooms.

As she started unpacking her clothes and hanging them neatly in the closet, she started wondering where the Glee club was now. She knew Quinn, Brittany, and Santana had all gone to colleges out west together, Finn stayed at home and went to community college, Sam was going to Syracuse University to play football for them, Kurt was going to a design school in Chicago somewhere, Mercedes was in Chicago as well, Artie went to a special tech school in Ohio, Tina and Matt were going to university near home where they specialized in music and dance. But, then, she thought of Noah Puckerman, last she had heard of him was that he was not going to college.

When she finished situating the furniture in her room and putting everything in its precise place, she moved out to the kitchen to start putting her stuff in a cupboard that she clearly marked 'Rachel's Soy Food'. When she finally put her food away, she set up a composter in the corner for the food scraps that could be used for compost. She sighed, she was all sweaty and all she wanted to do was take a shower and relax before her first day of classes tomorrow. She got in the shower, took a long hot shower, got out, wrapped a towel around her body, and walked out into the living room only to be faced with an all too familiar face.

Noah Puckerman.

"What the fuck," These were the first words of greeting coming out of his mouth. "Are you really so crazy that you would follow me from high school, to college, and then walk around naked in my apartment, Berry," He snapped.

Rachel stood there in complete astonishment. "What are you doing here, Noah," She asked, "The door was locked, I specifically double locked it so no one could enter without a key." She gripped the towel tighter, trying to avoid looking into his hazel eyes.

"This is my apartment, I got into Julliard late because they had me on a wait list and some idiot dropped out so they let me in, and you're still half-naked," He smirked, looking up and down her body appreciatively.

"No, my roommate's name is Laurel Francis, I live in 2B, and I live on an all female student floor, you are on the wrong floor," Rachel snapped, holding the towel closer to her body. "If you would wait a minute, I will go get clothes on and I will bring back the proof."

"You can get the proof if you want, but you don't have to put clothes on," He smirked his trademark smirk at him.

She huffed at him frustrated and stomped off to her room, changed into sweats and a tank top, and came back out of her room with her room assignment. "See, 2B, Laurel Francis, Lexington Hall," She said, pointedly showing him every last detail.

"Yes well," He said angrily and pulled his out his pocket. While her's was nice, straight, and preserved in a folder marked 'Julliard', his was crumpled and wrinkled from being in his pocket. "My roommate was supposed to be Derrick Lawson and I am supposed to live in 2B in Lexington Hall."

Rachel growled, threw her head back, and gave a little scream. "We need to call the Residence Director's office."Puck nodded his head eagerly in compliance.

"No way am I living with your crazy ass the rest of the year," He grumbled and received a glare from her in return. They called the office and they said they had an overflow of students and some students were in co-ed rooms with one another because of the overflow. They would have to live together the rest of the year because of the situation. When hearing this, Rachel screamed and flopped down on the couch provided by the university.

"How are we going to do this," She said, looking up at him.

"I guess, since we can't get another room, we have to put up with each other's shit for the rest of the year," He said, smirking at her.

"To get through this year, can you please watch the crass language, Noah," Rachel asked, tiredly.

He looked like he was thinking for a moment and then paused, "Um...no thanks, don't think I will." He smirked, went to his room, and closed the door.

She screamed back at him in anger and collapsed down on to the couch to try and get her breathing back to normal. Okay, she was going to spend the next nine months living with Noah Puckerman, the boy who had tortured her for four years throughout school. She could do this; she could deal with his torture and sexual comments to her when he lived right across the hallway. Wait…what was she kidding? She couldn't do this, she couldn't live with him, she couldn't even function with him in the same room without starting an argument for ten minutes at the least. Rachel would try, she promised herself, she would try and get along with him just because she needed to get through Julliard and be a successful actress. Every famous person has bumps in their careers; this was just one of them.

They cohabitated with each other for a month before the problems really started to set in. At first it was minor, him leaving the cap on his toothpaste off and the toothpaste leaking onto the sink for so long that it hardened and would not fully come off even with bleach. Then he got into the cupboard that was clearly marked as her's and he ate all of her soy chocolate granola bars. Even though, she knew he hated soy, and it said soy on the box. Then he started to leave the remnants of his food out on the counters of the immaculate counters and let it rot there until she came by and threw it out.

She realized that he ate meat, and she had come to terms with that, but what he did one day really set her off. He would come home sometimes with girls in tow or his buddies to blare the television and leave the place trashed afterwards. There was an unsaid rule between the two that he didn't touch her composter or put things in it, he knew it was important to her. He threw his things away; she used the composter for things that could be composted.

One morning in around mid-November it was the last straw with her testosterone filled roommate. She came out of her shower after working out on her elliptical, and went to make her daily cup of tea for the morning. When she went to throw the teabag in the garbage, her eyes glanced over her composter and saw a rotting pizza on mixed in with the compost items. Looking closer at the pizza she saw chunks of bacon on each individual piece of bacon.

She glared at the composter and the pizza that was mixed in with it. He knew the rule; she had made it very clear with him. Carefully, one-by-one, she picked out the pieces of the pizza, put them on a piece of paper towel, and stuck them right in front of his door, so when he stepped out of his room, he would step in it.

Finding a piece of paper near the phone, she scribbled a little note to him, and then stuck it on the fridge with a magnet so he would see it when he got up. She left for the day, went to classes, dance, practice for a musical being put on by the school, and then came home to find the apartment empty. She looked down in front of Noah's door and saw that it was free of pizza, the floor had no grease stains from the pizza, and she looked in the bathroom and saw no toothpaste mess, and then went to the kitchen to see the response to her note.

Her note was still attached to the fridge, and it read, "Don't put your rotting Donair pizza in the composter! – From: The Vegan". Then, in response to her note, there was another note below hers in his messy handwriting, she saw another note, "Where else is it supposed to go, Soyfucker? P.S. Bacon is LIFE!" She scowled at the note and his crude language, but then she looked over at the composter, and there was the pizza again, mixed in with the composter.

Rachel glared at the composter, took the whole bucket, and walked into Noah's room, and dumped the whole thing onto his bed. 'There'. She thought in satisfaction. She stormed out of his bedroom, slammed the door, and sat at the table in the kitchen and started to do her homework. About three hours later, nearer to six, Noah finally showed up without anyone in tow, and came into the apartment. The look on his face was tired but with anticipation.

"Hey, Berry, how's it going," He asked, a smirk crossing his face.

"Fine, Noah, and you," She asked, without looking up from her textbooks.

"Pretty dandy today," He said, his smirk falling from his face a little bit. "Find anything interesting today?" He sat down across the table from her so he could actually see her face.

"No, not really," She said, and kept reading. Huffing in frustration, he walked over to his room, opened the door, and then slammed the door shut.

She looked up from her textbooks and looked at the door he had just gone through, waiting for the yell.

As if right on cue, she heard him yell, "BERRY!"

Little did she know, he had laid down in the compost pile on his bed. He smelled like compost for a week and he learned two lessons from this little encounter:

Don't put pizza in the compost.

And

Don't EVER mess with Rachel Berry, she will retaliate.

Hope you love it! I loved writing it!

Fallen