A/N : I know I just posted this less than 24 hours ago, but the first chapter is a bit short and it's the background stuff before the action happens, so I'm uploading the next chapter right away. Enjoy. :)
"Ow!" Rachel yelled, the force of her body hitting the floor jolting her awake. Feeling around the carpet, she managed to find a wall and work her hands up to the handle. Rachel turned it and fell through the door. Rubbing her eyes, she looked down the hallway. "Hello?"
Furrowing her eyebrows, she stood up and leaned against the wall. "Hello?" she repeated, but no one answered. "Dad? Daddy?" but again, to no avail.
Rachel shuffled her way to what seemed to be a living room and looked around. Sitting on the table was a pile of envelopes and she began to flip through them. Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry.
"I must live here…" she sighed, looking around again. Rachel screamed when her eyes found a mirror and she jumped behind the couch. Inching her head from hiding, she focused her eyes on the reflection. Running her hands through her hair, she brought her hands down to her face and then her… "I have boobs." she said aloud.
Suddenly, she heard a pounding on the door. Grabbing the closest object to her, which happened to be a Tony Award, she forgot the knocking for a moment to look down at it. Before she could read whose it was, a man on the other side of the door yelled her name. "Rachel!"
Peering through the peep hole, she saw the man that was making all the noise. "What do you want!" she yelled back.
"Open up!"
"I don't open the door for strangers!" Rachel pushed her back against the door. "Go away!"
"Rachel Barbra Berry, if you don't open this door right now, we're going to be late!"
Sliding her hand down to the knob, she twisted it slowly and looked through the crack in the door. "Late for what?"
The man pushed himself into Rachel's apartment and sat the brown carrier with two coffees he was holding on the counter. "How much did you drink last night?"
"I-"
"It doesn't matter. You need to get dressed." he said, pulling one of the coffees out of the container. "This should help. Now go."
Rachel took the coffee and was about to protest when she looked on the side. Kurt.
"Kurt!" she gasped.
"Oh, that's mine." he grabbed the coffee back and switched it with the other one.
Staring at the man, Rachel couldn't believe that he was Kurt. He didn't look much different other than being taller with higher hair.
"Okay, you're obviously too hung over to function." Kurt said, grabbing Rachel by the arm, pulling her to the bedroom, and sitting her on the bed. He went into her closet and started pulling out what seemed to be work out clothes. Moving over the her dresser, he pulled out her-
"Hey!" She gasped. "That's my bra! I-I think…"
Rolling his eyes, he threw the clothes at Rachel and ordered her to get dressed. "You have 2 minutes. I'll be by the car."
Finally emerging from the apartment building 10 minutes later, Kurt whistled at her to get in the car. Closing the door behind them, he snapped his phone shut.
"You still haven't told me where we're going."
"Our daily exercise?" he replied, clearly annoyed. "That we do every day."
"Oh yeah!" Rachel rubbed her forehead. "Why?"
The car stopped outside of a work out studio and they got out of the car. After less than a half an hour inside, Rachel was pleading for Kurt to let her take a break.
"No, we need to keep your ass in shape!" he said with ease as he continued to jog.
"But… I-I…" Rachel struggled. "Please!"
"Fine, but only because you're hung over." Kurt rolled his eyes, slowing his pace down. "Tomorrow we're going twice as long."
Rachel tried to say thank you, but she decided to suck on her water jug instead. Kurt took her to the car again and they drove to a coffee shop a few blocks away.
"You're having another?" she gasped.
"Yeah, and you should be on your second or third by now, too." He laughed. "You must really not be feeling well."
"Actually, it's funny that you say that…" she began. "You see, last night I was 13 and in a closet-"
"Everyone is in the closet at 13."
"I'm being serious!" Rachel stomped her foot.
"Alright, geez." Kurt furrowed his brow at her. "No need for a diva moment."
"What I'm trying to say is I woke up this morning and I'm…this." Rachel gestured to her body. "And I don't know what I'm doing!"
Seeing that Rachel was on the brink of having a meltdown, Kurt turned to her and took her by the arms. "Rachel, calm down, we have rehearsal in 45 minutes!"
"For what!" Rachel cried out.
"Repeat after me. I'm Rachel Berry…" he began. "Big time Broadway star."
Rachel's eyes grew wide. Kurt squeezed gently. "Repeat it." he said, and she did.
"I'm a tough bitch and I'm gonna walk into the studio and not let anyone know I'm hungover."
"That's the thing I'm not-"
"Say it!" Kurt scolded, and she did.
"Because the future of Les Miserables Revival depends on me."
"L-Les Miserables?"
Kurt huffed, turned toward the barista, and placed their order. Rachel continued to stare at him. There was no way that she could be a Broadway star and be in a revival of Les Miserables, especially since that would mean that she was in it before. Who was she kidding, of course her thirty year old self would be a Broadway star!
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"Here's your dressing room. I'll be back in 15 minutes to get you." Kurt said as he rushed down the hall and out of sight.
Rachel opened the door and looked around the room. The walls were filled with pictures of her and numerous others. Tracing the frames with her finger tips, she landed on a signed photo that made her eyes well up.
Berry girl, cocktails anytime. Love, Barbra
"I-I'm friends with Barbra Streisand!" she excitedly said to herself. Just then, she heard a knock on the door. Turning around, there was a slender brunette staring back at her in the doorway.
"Hi, Ms. Berry. Anything I can get for you today?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm sorry?"
"What's your name?"
"M-Marley?" the girl responded with a confused look on her face. "Y-Your assistant?"
"Right!" Rachel slapped her head. She had no idea who this girl was, but she didn't want her to think that she was crazy. "I need my lines… My, uh, my script."
"It's right here, Ms. Berry." Marley said as she walked over to the make up counter and picked up a packet.
"Right! Right…" Rachel pressed her forehead again.
"Anything else?" Marley asked, but Rachel shook her head no.
A few silent moments passed before Marley spoke up. "I think we should get you to the stage now."
"Lead the way." Rachel said as casually as she could.
Once they reached the stage, Rachel's eyes lit up. "There is something you can do for me…"
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"No, no, no!" Cassandra July slammed her cane on the floor with every word. "Notes have been held better by someone who was undergoing a tongue removal surgery!"
"I-I'm trying." Rachel stammered.
"You're trying?" Cassandra laughed. "Amateurs try. Professionals do and they do it perfectly every time."
Kurt walked up to the older woman and spoke softly. "She's still pretty hung over today…" he sighed. "And she hasn't had any coffee yet."
"Thank you, nurse, for letting me know her entire medical history." Cassandra sneered. "You're done for today."
Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, Rachel couldn't believe how she could possibly be a Broadway star after how horrible the last two hours went. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone tapping on her shoulder.
"What?" she asked, a little aggressively.
"I-I got what you asked for. She's in the neighborhood. The address is on this." Marley said, handing Rachel a piece of paper.
"Thank you!" Rachel beamed, hugging Marley. Her day had finally gotten better.
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Pressing the buzzer over and over, Rachel started yelling into the speaker. "Lucy!"
"What? Hello?" a woman's voice came through. "I can't hear you… Press two if you're from China Express."
Rachel thought for a moment and then pressed the buzzer twice. Reaching 2B, she started pounding on the thick door. She heard a few locks turning and then saw a stunning blonde woman through the still chained door.
"You're not Chinese…" she said, looking at Rachel with a confused expression.
"You're tall!" Rachel sighed in relief. "You're… different."
"Yeah?"
"You don't know me?" Rachel frowned.
"Rachel. Rachel Berry."
"Yes! Lucy, it's me! It's-"
Rachel was silenced when Lucy slammed the door in her face. Puzzled, Rachel stood still for a moment before turning to leave when she heard the door open again. "No one has called me Lucy since…" Spinning back around, Rachel interrupted Lucy by flinging herself at her.
Muffled in the crook of Rachel's neck, Lucy mumbled. "C-Come on in."
Rachel pulled away from Lucy and looked around her apartment. "You live here?"
"Yeah, yeah I do." Lucy ran her fingers through her hair. "W-Why are you here?"
"You're going to think I'm crazy…"
"It may already be too late for that." Lucy said under her breath.
"Something really weird is happening to me." Rachel began. "Yesterday I was 13 and sitting in my closet and today I woke up in an apartment, I don't remember anything and-"
"Are you…" Lucy stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "Are you high?"
"Of course not!" Rachel huffed. "One minute I'm sitting in my closet and the next… I've skipped my whole life! Lucy, you need to help me remember! You need to help me remember my life!"
"Me?" Lucy pointed to herself.
"Yes!"
"I can't do that." the blonde said, shaking her head.
"What?" Rachel asked. "Why not?"
"Because I don't know anything about you." Lucy blurted out. "I haven't spoken to you since high school."
Rachel stepped back and stared at the other girl. "But you're my best friend!" she stated, or pleaded.
"No." Lucy firmly replied. "We're not friends anymore."
Taking a deep breath, Rachel brought her hand up to her forehead. She started to murmur things to herself that were inaudible to Lucy. Suddenly, Rachel dropped to the floor with a loud thud.
"Rachel?!" Lucy yelled, collapsing beside the other girls body.
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