Okay, so maybe Rachel won't play to hard to get, but she will make Quinn reevaluate some things
"Six screwdrivers," Rachel placed the brown tray on the bar counter in front of Santana. Santana whipped around and grabbed what she would need for the drinks. "Hey have you seen a blonde with shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes?" Rachel tried to make the question seem nonchalant, but with Santana being her best friend she saw right through it.
"Rachel," Santana was fixing the drinks and placing them on Rachel's tray. "Look around, there are a lot of blonde's here, and our bar isn't lit well enough for me to get a good look at eyes. So no. I have not seen Quinn Fabray."
"Do you have to say it like that?"
"Yes, now go."
Rachel huffed and took the tray to start making her way to the table that ordered the six screwdrivers. The bar wasn't at full capacity, but it also wasn't empty. People were talking and laughing everywhere. All the waitresses had to be careful while maneuvering their way through the crowd. The bar's set up was simple. The actual bar was more towards the back while tables were set up in the middle and booths on the walls. A stage was at the front of the bar, most of the time local college kids would perform for some extra cash, but occasionally the owner, Franky, would have a karaoke night and anyone could get up and sing. Whether drunk or sober, the drunken ones always proved to be quite comical though.
"Okay boys, here you go, six screwdrivers," Rachel placed a drink in front of each of the guys.
"Thanks Rach."
"No problem Kevin." Rachel smiled at her classmates and turned to make her way back to the bar.
It was nearing closing time and Quinn still hadn't shown up, everyone had pretty much been sent home so the only people still taking up space in the bar were waiters and a few usuals. Rachel was sitting on stage at the piano.
"Rach," Santana approached her friend who simply scooted over for her to sit. Santana took the seat, "Rach come on, what's up? You've been sulking since twelve, what happened?"
"She didn't come," Rachel spoke quietly pressing down one of the piano keys to match the pitch of her voice.
"Is that what this is about? Her not showing up?"
"I just thought she'd show you know. She seemed like the go getter type. I guess I'm not just go getter worthy."
"Hm, well that's true." Santana teased." Rachel scoffed and nudged her friend. Santana laughed whole heartedly then justified her response, "By that I mean you're more than go getter worthy. You're jump over rivers, climb mountains, swim through the ocean, threaten whoever stands in your way worthy."Rachel tried to stifle a giggle as she leaned into Santana who wrapped her arm around the smaller brunette. "Now," Santana whispered into her ear. "If I'm correct tomorrow is Saturday."
"Technically today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday."
"Really Rahcel? How many times do we have to go through this, it's not the next day until we go to sleep."
"Santana," Rachel shot up out of her roommates embrace to stare at her "It is clearly one o'clock in the morning therefore it is Saturday morning, not Friday night."
"Okay, Rachel, I'm not getting into this with you again. The last time we had this conversation it went on for days, so can I please continue what I was saying so I can make you feel better."
"Fine, okay," Rachel settled back into Santana before allowing her to continue. "You can continue what you were saying."
"Thank you. Now as I was saying. Tomorrow," Rachel was about to object again but Santana quickly corrected herself. "After we go to sleep and wake up the day will be Saturday," Rachel giggled at Santana's compromise to their disagreement. "Which means no school correct?" Rachel nodded. "And we are both off all said day correct," Rachel nodded again. "Then, I purpose we go home and cuddle while watching TV to eventually fall asleep. Then when we wake up we eat an amazing breakfast that we'll make and continue to spend the entire day together. Doing whatever you," Santana tapped Rachel's nose to emphasize her point, "Want to do."
"Really?" Rachel beamed up at her best friend.
"Yes Really."
"Even if I just want to rehearse or something?"
"I will gladly sit and critique you."
"Yay! Okay," Rachel got up off the bench they were sitting on and grabbed her friend by the hand. "Come on. I think we should eat ice cream while cuddling." Santana laughed as she was being dragged out of the bar. The two said their good byes on their way out the door.
The next morning Rachel woke to find her cuddle body was not in bed and after calling for her and looking through the apartment that she was left alone.
"Santana, I got that file you wanted."
"Thanks Puck."
"No problem. What's up with this Fabray chick anyway?"
Santana looked up from the file, "It's for Rachel."
"Is she okay?" Puck closed the door behind him as he stepped deeper into Santana's office.
"I don't know, hence the file." Santana stole a quick glance at her watch. "Shit, she's awake. I gotta go Puck. I'll call you later." Santana made a pit stop before heading home. She heard the TV in the living room when she walked in; Rachel was curled up in a ball with a blanket around her. Santana instantly felt bad about not being there when Rachel woke up. "Hey Rach," Santana's voice was small and timid as she stepper further into the living room.
"You were gone."
"I know, I'm sorry, but I wanted to get you your favorite crescent," Santana pulled a white paper bag out from behind her. "I was hoping to be back before you woke up, but that didn't go too well."
"You didn't have to."
"I know, but I wanted to," Santana kissed Rachel on the forehead before sitting down next to her on the couch. Rachel immediately snuggled into Santana. "Do you want it?" Rachel nodded causing Santana to laugh. She found how wrapped up in the oversized blanket Rachel was absolutely adorable. "Are you going to make me feed you?" Rachel nodded again which caused the Latina to burst out laughing.
Quinn woke up to smell of coffee coming from her living room which she found odd since she didn't recall inviting anyone over the night before. She forced herself out of bed and into the kitchen. She was greeted by the sight of Bonnie sitting at her dining room table eating a bowl of cereal. "Really Bonnie," Quinn's voice was horse with sleep. "What are you five?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're eating a bowl of cereal."
"Cereal I got from your cabinet."
"Whatever," Quinn turned around and dragged her feet into her bathroom in an attempt to get ready for the day even though she had nothing planned.
"So, did you see Rachel yesterday?" Bonnie followed Quinn with her bowl of Captain' Crunch in hand.
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just couldn't bring myself to go see her. I was thinking about what you said, and the last thing I wanted to do was go seem like a stalker if I ended up at her job."
"Wow, you actually thought something through when it came to sex, I'm impressed."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Simple Quinn, you tend to think with your penis and not with your brain if the possibility of sex comes up."
"That's not true."
"Did you or did you not sleep with Harmony the night before last?"
Okay, so maybe Bonnie had a point, but Quinn wasn't going to admit that, "It's too early in the morning for that Bonnie, plus I need to take shower."
"No one's stopping you Quinn."
"You kinda are."
"Oh please, as if I haven't seen you naked before," and on that note Bonnie took her bowl of cereal and went back to Quinn's dining room.
Half an hour later Quinn was clean, dressed, and out of her room. She chose to wear simple dark blue jeans and a white button down, she wasn't sure what Bonnie had plan so she figured it would be a safe bet.
"Finally. Come on." Bonnie jumped off the couch and headed front door, Quinn grabbed both of their coats on the way out.
"So where are we going?" Santana questioned as Rachel lead the way through New York City.
"Well, yesterday during class one of my teachers were telling us about open mic at the ice ring for NYADA students. Which is why I had to have my I.D. I was thinking we could go sing a few songs. Then skate some."
"But I'm not a NYADA student."
"I know, but you're with a NYADA student, and if they really want proof you can sing a tid-bit of a song for them."
"And this really what you want to do?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Then what song are we singing?"
Rachel and Santana arrived at the ice skating ring not too long after. Rachel was greeted by a lot heys and hellos as she walked around the outside of the ring to the stage. There was a group of people singing on stage when the two best friends reached it. "I.D," the man standing by the entrance requested. Rachel took out her I.D and showed it to him, he nodded and let them in to wait by the bottom of the stage. There were a lot of people at the ice ring, a good half of them were people Rachel recognized from school. When the group on stage finished Rachel and Santana made their way up.
"Hey Rachel." A tall boy with spiky hair greeted the tiny brunette.
"Hi Brody. I didn't know you would be here."
"Yeah, I wasn't going to show, but some friends came to my dorm and begged slash forced me to go so I thought what the hell you know."
"Yeah. I actually dragged my friend Santana along," Rachel motioned to Santana who was looking the boy up and down subtly. "Santana this is Brody. We have one of my singing classes together and he helps me out with Cassandra sometimes."
"Nice to meet you." Brody stuck out his hand and Santana shook it. She found him acceptable. "We should do a song together Rachel. It would be fun."
"Yeah! Santana and I are about to go up, but later."
"Alright good luck."
"Thank you." Rachel and Santana made their way up the stage, Rachel sitting at the piano and Santana grabbing the acoustic guitar and sitting on a stool in front of a mic. Yes that's right Santana Lopez could play the guitar. Puck had taught her back when they dated in high school. Rachel started things off on the piano:
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no
Santana came in with the guitar and singing back up:
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no
What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you,
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces, yeah,
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
As Quinn and Bonnie entered the ice skating ring talking about nonsense and laughing until Quinn froze.
Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
She turned her attention to the direction and stared in awe.
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no
What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
(Oh glad your okay now)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(Oh I'm glad your okay)
I'm falling to pieces yeah
(One still in love while the other ones leaving)
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
Oh it don't break even no
"Quinn what's wrong?" Bonnie questioned shaking her friend out of her temporary daze. "Quinn."
"What? Yeah, sorry. What's up?"
"What are you staring at?"
"That's her," Quinn looked back at the stage as the two brunettes exited. "That's Rachel. She's here." A goofy smile appeared on her face.
"Wait what, Rachel's here?"
"Yeah, come on. Let's get out skates on." Quinn quickly removed her converse and pulled on her skates, Bonnie did the same and in no time the two were off on the ice.
Santana and Rachel walked off stage arms linked and over to where they could receive skates; Santana was willing to pay, but it turned out that if you preformed the skates were on the house. So the two friends changed into their skates then made their way on to the ice.
"So do you want to grab lunch after this?" Santana asked as she and Rachel spun around with arms linked. "We can go to that Vegan place around the corner if you want."
"We don't have to go to an all vegan restaurant Santana, we can just go to place that has something to fit both or eating habits."
"I don't mind Rach, your vegan food is actually pretty good." Rachel beamed at Santana and sped off without giving an answer. "Wait, hey!" Santana chased after her both girls laughing as they tried moving around other people in the ring.
While the two friends had their fun Quinn and Bonnie skated around the circle at what seemed to be the average pace. "Are you going to talk to her?" Bonnie questioned.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?"
"That girl she's with. It looks like this might be a date, which would explain why she never called."
As Rachel was making her way swiftly around the ring she caught glimpse of Quinn and plowed right into a group of people skating. The commotion drew both Quinn and Bonnie's attention, once Quinn saw it was the tiny brunette she immediately skated towards her; Santana right on her heals. Both girls skated/ slid to Rachel's side. "Rach, hey. Rach come on open your eyes."
"Miss Berry," Quinn pulled Rachel up a bit so her head was lying against her thighs.
Rachel groaned a bit attempting to open her eyes, "San," her words were muffled so Santana leaned down in hopes of understanding better.
"Rach, what's wrong?"
"My head," Rachel passed out before anymore could be said.
"It's bleeding. Bonnie! Call an ambulance!"
Things over the next few hours were a little hectic. Santana rode with Rachel to the hospital; she ended up getting twenty stitches, and the doctor wanted to run some test to make sure she didn't have a concussion which would take up some time. When Rachel finished her testing Santana went back out to the waiting room so she could get dress and sign all the paper work. Rachel also wanted her to let Quinn know she was okay. Quinn and Bonnie were sitting in the waiting room waiting for any bit of news on the brunette. Quinn shot up when she saw the Latina. "How is she? Is she okay?"
"Yeah. She got some stitches and the doctor ran some test to make sure she doesn't have a concussion. He said it was just precaution."
"Does she."
"No. She's fine just a minor headache that my last a few days, he gave her a few pain killers though." Quinn nodded along to what the Latina was saying to show she was paying attention. So I assume you're Quinn Fabray." Santana's face was hard and threatening, but Quinn wasn't exactly one to back down.
"Yeah and this is Bonnie."
"Don't really care, what were you even doing at the ice ring Fabray? Are you following Rachel?"
"What? No. I didn't even know she was there. Bonnie dragged me out this morning for a day to relax-"
"Quinn," Rachel walked out into the waiting room, sensing the tension the minute she stepped foot. She sauntered over to her best friend and placed her hand on Santana's arm to make sure she didn't attack the blonde. Santana relaxed right away at the touch. "I see you've met my roommate Santana."
"I have indeed. She's quite pleasant."
"Bite me."
"I'll pass on that. I tend to only bite only those who I find interesting."
She scoffed and quietyly approved of the blnde's comeback. "I'll be outside," Santana gave Rachel a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving.
"Yeah, I'll uh, do the same." Bonnie followed the Latina's lead.
"Sorry about her," Rachel apologized on her friend's behalf. "She's… protective."
"No, it's fine."
Rachel bit her lip and looked down. "Well uh, thank you for coming. You didn't really have to."
"I wanted to make sure you were okay."
"That's sweet of you." Quinn could feel her cheeks take on a light blush and looked down to hide it from Rachel who only giggle at the sight, "You're cute when you blush."
Quinn grabbed the back of her (it was her go-to when she was embarrassed). "Um, so I know I never showed up to the bar last night, but that's because I didn't want to freak out and come off as a creeper, but uh, I mean, do you want to go grab lunch or something. I figured you could maybe use some food after the crazy afternoon you've had. And your roommate is more than welcome to join us." Quinn was nervous which resulted in her talking fast which only made her feel like a moron.
"Yeah, I'd like that. Plus the doctor said I should eat since he just gave me some pain killers."
"Awesome, I mean awesome that you want to go. Not that you had to get pain killers-"
"It's okay. I know what you mean."
"Okay. Good. Um, are you ready?" Rachel giggled at Quinn's antics and nodded. "Okay well, yeah." Quinn led Rachel out of the hospital her hand barely touching Rachel's back.
Bonnie and Santana were laughing when the two got outside. "Hey Rach," Santana turned her attention to the tiny brunette. "You ready to head home?"
"Actually San, Quinn invited us to lunch."
"Is that right?"
"Yes," Quinn nodded. "It's my treat."
"Hm, well I'm not one to say no to free food. I guess we could go."
"Great, we'll take my car." Bonnie dangled her keys in the air and smiled. "Let's go."
So as you guys can probably tell I'm toying with some possible other relationships, not sure if i'll let them blossom or not though. Please Review and tell me what you think about the story line and characters, and if you're wanting something to take place or want a certain character(s) to make an appearance let me know. I hope you enjoyed :)
Song: Breakeven by The Script
PS: Rehearsals started up this past week so I won't be updating as often as the past few have been updated