I just want to note that I do know Rachel's middle name is Barbara, but when I started this fic I didn't, so for the sake of continuity I'm going with Lea. (Same thing with the 'Rachel's mom' situation.) Sorry it's been so long. Review! :)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

I Hate You

Rachel whimpered as she rolled over in bed; she cursed Alexander Graham Bell and anyone else that may have had anything to do with creating the telephone as hers wouldn't stop ringing! She smiled as her hand found her cell- then she winced as that slight movement caused her head to throb. She scowled at the name on the tiny screen.

"I hate you."

Santana laughed. "Brittany's here too."

"I hate both of you. And I'm never drinking again."

"They always say that." Santana said sagely. Rachel could almost hear her smirking. She was going to make a smartass comment back but Brittany cut her off.

"Who are 'they'?"

"I don't know Brit…" Santana said in exasperation "does it really matter?"

Rachel giggled, then groaned in pain "Don't make me laugh, it hurts too much."

Santana sighed "So why'd you even go home last night, Rocky? There was plenty of room at my place. Britt, Matt and Mike are the only ones who stayed."

"I'm sure you could have convinced Puck to stay too." Brittany teased.

"My dads are coming home today," Rachel explained, "if I wasn't here when they got home they'd freak out."

"When are they getting home?"

"I don't know." Rachel responded, closing her eyes.

"So how're you gonna tell the gay dads about your new boyfriend?" Santana asked bluntly.

"They don't know that Noah and I even split up. They think I've been seeing him the whole time."

"Sneaky." Santana commented "Not only are you a diva, a badass throat puncher, and a Class A bitch, but you're also an evil genius? We should have been friends way before this."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You know, somehow those aren't the adjectives I'd choose to describe myself."

"Whatever, I told you to pace yourself."

Rachel gaped "You did no such thing!" Santana scoffed "I believe it was you who convinced me I had to participate in a drinking contest with those stupid jocks…"

"Really?" Santana asked innocently "I don't recall-"

"C'mon Rocky you can't let those slushie throwing bastards win, blah, blah, blah…" Rachel mimicked.

"We're going to the movies tonight," Brittany cut into the girls' argument, "wanna come?"

"Who is we?" Rachel asked throwing an arm over her eyes to try and stop the sunlight streaming through her window from reaching her eyes; she should have shut her curtains last night…

"Just me and San and you." Brit answered. "Girls night."

"I have to eat dinner with my dads tonight, but we could go after that."

"Perfect." Santana replied. "Call me later."

"Sure."

"Bye Rach!"

"Bye Brit. San."

"Later Berry."

Rachel literally threw her phone to the foot of her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. She was never drinking again.

It was several hours later when Rachel dragged herself out of her shower. At about 11 o'clock she'd finally been able to move without wanting to throw up, a victory of sorts. She still couldn't look into direct light, but after downing however much vodka she'd had the night before she supposed that was fair.

After pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black wife beater Rachel grabbed her dark sunglasses and put them on. Sighing in relief she started down the stairs towards the kitchen, humming softly under her breath.

She grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the fridge and was about to settle on the couch for an afternoon of doing absolutely nothing when her cell phone began to ring again. Cursing she sprinted up the stairs "Hello?" She panted into the phone, her short run up the stairs causing her stomach to roll nauseously.

"Hey baby," Puck smirked into the phone when he heard his girlfriend's labored breathing, "thinking about me?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and curled up on her bed. "No. I had to run up the stairs to answer my stupid phone and I feel like shit."

Puck frowned when his girlfriend swore. "You drank a lot last night, eh?"

"Oh God…" The brunette moaned "You have no idea. Santana's a very bad influence on me."

Puck snorted "Santana's a bad influence on everybody, babe."

"Noah." Rachel scolded "Santana's my friend."

"Yeah," he grunted "how the hell did that happen anyway?"

"Santana and Brittany both got slushied yesterday. We bonded at the mall, like all girls do."

"Somebody slushied Santana?" Puck asked incredulously. Rachel just nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "And you skipped class?"

"It was important."

"Rachel Berry!" Noah smirked "You know you're wasting your potential by skipping school. Missing out on important-"

"Ha ha." Rachel cut in dryly as Puck started quoting the speech she'd given him many times. "Now you're not gonna find out what happened in the change room at Victoria's Secret yesterday."

"What?"

Rachel flinched at the loud question. "Noah,' she whined "not so loud."

"Rachel Lea Berry, what happened in the change room at Victoria's Secret yesterday that involved you, Brittany, and Santana?"

"Shoot!" Rachel smirked "I think my dad's are home. Gotta go!"

"Berry-"

"Bye Noah, I'll talk to you later."

"Rach-"

Rachel grinned as she hung up and turned her phone to silent. That would teach him to quote her own lectures back at her. She frowned at how hypocritical she was being and was about to call Noah back when she heard a car door slam shut the front door open. She grinned as she heard her fathers bickering fondly and bolted off of her bed, and then she groaned at the nausea she still felt in the back of her throat. Taking a few deep breaths she mentally shoved the feeling down and ran down the stairs. "Dad! Pop! You're home!"

Nathaniel Berry grinned and dropped his bags to the floor as his daughter launched herself at him. "Hey Monster!" he greeted, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

"Hi daddy." She smiled as she moved over to hug her other dad.

Isaac grinned embracing his daughter. "Hi Princess."

"I'm so glad you're home!"

"It's good to be home."

"So where do you want to go to dinner?" Nate asked as he picked up his bags. "We're starving."

"Oh," Rachel said; her stomach revolting at the mere mention of food, "I hadn't really thought about it."

"Your pop was thinking Red Lobster. We know how much you love lobster." Isaac mentioned as Rachel followed them up the stairs, carrying one of his bags.

"Great…" Rachel cringed.

"Oh my God," Rachel told her two friends as they waited in line at the movies, "it was awful."

"Seafood and hangovers are the worst combination ever." Santana nodded her agreement, throwing an arm around Rachel's shoulders.

"I had to excuse myself to go to the washroom like 12 times." Rachel admitted. Santana shared a look with Brittany and they both started laughing. "It's not funny!" Rachel insisted "Dad almost didn't let me come tonight because he thought I was sick and I never get sick. Not to mention what throwing up does to your voice-"

"Brittany? Santana?"

"Quinn!" Brittany smiled at the former Cheerio captain. "What are you doing here?"

"Finn and I are here to see a movie." Quinn answered condescendingly, glaring at Rachel. "What are you guys doing here, with her?"

Santana's smile slid off her face at Quinn's hostile attitude and she squeezed Rachel's shoulders lightly. "Listen Quinn, Rachel's our friend."

"Rachel?" Quinn sneered, quirking an eyebrow.

"That is her name." Santana retorted.

Quinn crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Santana, who glared back. Rachel stood awkwardly, feeling guilty about this whole confrontation, and Brittany was oblivious to the whole thing. The blonde smiled widely as Finn jogged towards them. "Hi Finn!" She waved enthusiastically.

"Brittany." Finn greeted, stopping next to Quinn. "Santana and… Hi Rach."

"Hello Finn." Rachel said politely.

Santana rolled her eyes at the obvious way Finn was staring at Rachel, then she frowned when Quinn's glare intensified. "Where's Puck?" Finn asked.

"Noah? Oh, he-"

"He's on his way." Santana announced.

"But-"

The Latina shook her head slightly "The guys are just running a little behind."

"Oh." Finn replied dejectedly.

"Yeah." She said "So we'll see you later."

"Right…"

"Bye." Brittany said cheerfully as the three girls stepped up to the booth to purchase their tickets.

Quinn just glared.

"I didn't know the guys were coming." Rachel said as they entered the theater.

"They weren't." Santana said texting furiously on her cell. "They are now though."

"I'm sorry about-"

Santana waved a hand dismissively "Not another word Berry."

"But-"

"Seriously."

"Do you guys want popcorn?" Brittany asked suddenly, her nonchalant attitude instantly breaking through the tension.

Rachel paled as her stomach rolled over "Uh, no."

"You're still hung over?" Santana asked.

"Apparently."

"Sucks to be you. 'Cause I totally want popcorn with m 'n' m's inside it. I like when they get all melty…"

"You're a bitch."

"Language Miss Berry."

Rachel glared at her friend. "I hate you."

Santana just smiled. "No you don't."