Here's the first chapter, it's a Rachel chapter. Thanks for the reviews last chapter, I loved them! Also thanks to my beta for being amazing! Reviews are love!
"You'd better call me everyday Rach, I mean it." Santana threatened as she walked the petite brunette to her security gate.
"Don't worry San, I have this under control. I've talked to you every day of my life since we were in daycare together; I'm not going to stop now." Rachel explained, keeping the exasperation out of her voice. She loved her best friend but if she had Santana remind her one more time to call her she was going to lose her mind.
"And I meant it when I said I would check out that Quinn chick. I'll be like a fucking FBI agent, just busting in there when she least expects it."
Rachel rolled her eyes. This was another thing that they'd been going over constantly for the past week. Santana insisted that this "Quinn bitch"(Santana's words, not Rachel's) needed to be checked up on while Rachel insisted that she really didn't. Then Santana would say she doesn't fucking know since they've only ever talked over the computer and then the phone once. It's been a vicious cycle all week. Really, Rachel knows that Santana just loves her and is fiercely protective of her (not that the Latina would admit that, she was seriously bad at expressing emotions), but really she was going to be fine, she was sure of it.
"San, just let it go. Everything will work out fine, I'm telling you."
"Whatever Rach. Just be careful, and I'm flying down to see you as soon as my work schedule clears up a bit."
Rachel smiled and wrapped Santana into a hug. "Really? Hugging?" Santana asked as they pulled apart.
"I'm leaving the city for four months. I believe that hugging is acceptable."
"Whatever. Call me when you land! And I'm telling you, just like the fucking FBI Rach."
Rachel laughed and wheeled her pink luggage over to security. "Oh trust me Santana Lopez, I believe you. Miss you!"
Santana rolled her eyes but Rachel could have sworn she'd heard her say she'd miss her too.
Her flight was uneventful and she spent most of it listening to her ipod and going over the script of the movie for the millionth time. The entire time that she was on the plane she just felt a bubble of excitement just grow inside of her and it was taking all of her control not to burst out into over-happy song just to calm down.
She was making notes in the margins of her script when the plane starts to land, so she closed it up and slipped it into her purse, her excitement so intense she could almost feel it radiating off of her.
The production company had sent a car to pick her up and she made her way over to the driver, wheeling her pink luggage behind her. They made polite conversation on the journey over to her residence for the next four months, and it took almost everything in her to keep up with the conversation.
The driver offered to help bring in her bags but Rachel shook his hand and thanked him kindly, but she wanted the first time she walked into this house, this absolutely adorable and perfect house, to be all herself, no one there to interrupt or distract her from her new surroundings.
She could tell she's going to love it already as she made her way up the front walk. There were pansies of every color growing on either side of her, and she could see wisteria growing in the back yard. The house was a soft yellow and it just felt homey.
She ran her hands lightly over the silver door handle before taking out the key from the mailbox and opening the door. Rachel smiled as she stepped inside and she hung her sweater over the soft light maple of the banister.
She wandered into the living room and it was the softest blue she's ever seen. She sunk gracefully into the off white sofa and let out a contented sigh. She looked around at the pictures Quinn has scattered around and can tell that family means a lot to her. There was a ton of two little blond girls that are just the sweetest little things and for the first time Rachel wondered what made the blond woman so eager to leave this place.
She wandered through the rest of the house and it was honestly everything she'd been hoping for. Her apartment back home was homey and comfortable, but she'd missed having stairs, and a yard with trees and flowers to look at instead of a balcony with nothing but buildings surrounding her.
She sunk down into the perfectly made up bed in the master bedroom and drifted into the best sleep she's had in years.
The sun was slowly setting as Rachel set about the kitchen fixing herself something for dinner. After she'd woken up from the most restful sleep she'd had in years, she'd found her way to the grocery store and was in the middle of preparing her favorite vegetarian pasta dish, something she hadn't been able to do in months.
She'd just pulled the pasta off of the stove to drain it when she noticed someone walking around in the backyard. Rachel grabbed the nearest object (which happened to be a wooden spoon) and headed out onto the back deck with it clenched tightly in her palm.
She cleared her throat before talking. "Excuse me, can I help you?"
The man jumped and whipped around to face her. He was tall, really tall (he seriously made her feel totally, well, tiny when he walked over) and he had light hair and the most innocent, sweet smile she'd seen in years.
He rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. "Sorry, I'm Finn, Quinn's twin brother. She'd made me swear to take care of her flowers while she was gone but I didn't think of knocking on the door and introducing myself first."
Rachel laughed a little bit and smiled at him. "Its fine, I understand. This is your sister's house you are not used to having to explain yourself. I'm Rachel. When you're finished here, I have plenty of pasta if you're hungry."
Finn smiled at her and bent down to pick up the discarded hose. "That sounds great. I'll be inside in about five minutes."
Rachel flashed him another smile. She had a feeling that trading houses with Quinn would work out just beautifully.