Invasion
It seems I can't go anywhere in my apartment without running into Rachel these days. Though she claims to be living in a hotel not far away, it seems her actual residence is here! Artie assures me it's temporary and that she's mostly just lonely but it's kind of annoying.
Today, when I exited the bathroom, which is adjoined with both ours and Santana's room (we have a great system that we will have to change now that Finn will be taking San's room), wearing only a towel, she was sitting on mine and Artie's bed, leafing through a bridal magazine.
I may have let out an obscenity when I saw her there. Oh God, obscenity? See, I've been spending too much time around her.
Either she didn't hear my exclamation or she chose to ignore it because she started gushing about the gowns and the wedding and could she be a bridesmaid and I swear I heard her mutter something about the Three Amigos. Finally, I just had to kick her out so I could get ready for work.
I was putting a pair of earrings on when Artie wheeled himself in.
"Rachel made Eggs Benedict for breakfast. Eggs Benedict! It's so good! You should try to get a bite or two before you leave."
"Yeah, maybe," I grumbled. "Do you know she was in our room? Just now. That's just…an invasion of privacy is what it is!"
Shrugging, Artie grabbed his Geek Squad tie off the bed and I moved to help him put it on. Though he could do it himself, we both kind of enjoy the ritual that only takes place at times when I'm home and he's about to go to work. "I'm sure things will change once she moves in with Santana…and once she gets a job."
This gave me a brilliant idea.
After work, I went around collecting resumes from places in the general area, giving them to Rachel as soon as I got home (yes, she was still home, stationed on the couch, watching some musical). She didn't seem pleased with the options but admitted, reluctantly, that she did need a job. Then she told me that Audrey is a very cute cat.
Duh.
Not just very cute but the cutest cat!
Oh. And my dad called. When will he get the hint that I do not want to see or hear from him?
Like ever again.
Ever.
Ever.
Ever!
