OH MY GOODNESS! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Seriously the reviews you guys sent were, gahhh I can just say you guys make me smile every time I read your reviews. Thank you so so so much, I truly love you all. I am going to write new fanfics. I write for Twilight and, as you guys know, Glee. I am really excited for both of them and I will post the stories soon. Anyways back to my baby, I am glad you guys are loving this story. CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE LAST WEEK'S EPISODE?! Holy actual poop! What was that? I apologize but I do not like Blina, that's just, no. But my babies, the Glee/ Warbler boys are still looking as FIIIIIIINNNNEEEEE as ever. Mmmmm, me gusta their body rollin' and pelvic thrustin'. And the Glee girls singing the song of my childhood! I love Marley and Brittany they're both so funny and so pretty. Like, ugh, can I be you?! No, oh alright then. Then THIS weeks episode, like YES ME EFFING GUSTA. I want their D's...
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DarkSkiesBrightLights Thank you soooo much for your review. That helped reassure me that I was doing fine. I love your username btws. And thanks for saying that comment about Sebastian, When I was writing the previous chapter I was thinking if I was writing him the way people see him.
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Alrighty then, enough with my babbling. On with the story.
DISCLAIMER: I did not create that Blina pairing, that was all Ryan Murphy, as is everything except the storyline and OOC Rachel, kinda...
Chapter 8:
"What is going on with you Rachel? How could you let another guy, another man, another boy, mess with you like that. Did you NOT learn from Finn? Guys tend to be jerks if they're attractive and girl loving. I.E. FINN, and Noah, but Noah's only a jerk when he wants to be. Finn's just a straight up, grade A ASSWIPE!" she screams to herself in the safety and privacy of her car on the way home.
How could she be so stupid as to let herself do...that...that...whatever THAT was back at school? Although, she had to admit, it was quite fun.
That's besides the point Rachel. Rachel admonishes herself mentally. Shut up Rachel, you know you liked it when you were FLIRTING with him. Another side of Rachel comments. That side reminded her of Santana. She muses as she inputs the gate's code. The gate slowly opens and she drives into the winding driveway with Sebastian tailing her.
"Holy crap I'm going crazy. I'm having a conversation with myself in my head. Shit, see this is what happens when you let boys into your fucking life," she groans parking her car in her driveway. She slowly gets out of the car and she hears Sebastian let out a long, appreciative whistle.
"God DAMN Rachel, I did not ducking expect THIS for YOUR house. Or, rather, your fucking mansion. This place is huge. Although I'm pretty used to be around the motherfucking rich, considering I am one of the motherfucking rich people. And this house are a hell a lot like the one I lived in, in Europe." he says observing the mansion that she lived in. He sidles up next to her and tilts his head to the side and smirks.
"Let me guess, daddy isn't home. You're always by your lonesome self, but then you invite a shitload of your friends and it turns into parties."
"Yes and no. My daddies are usually never home, my friends do come over a lot, but NO they do not turn into massive parties. i don't want those Cheeri-HOS! And idiotic dumbasses taking up space in my house, they aren't worth it." she says looking at him.
"Daddies?" he asks and she leads him to the front door. She begins to unlock it, but stops when he asks the next question again.
"Rachel, daddies meaning what?" She turns to look at him, trying to see if he would be a judgmental asshole like most were.
"My dads are gay, problem?" she asks, daring him to make some homosexual remark. Instead, he does the complete opposite, which shouldn't have surprised her like it did. He was unexpected, the epitome of it.
"Ha, that's cool. Does that mean there's like double protection for you? Since dads take care of their baby girls and bull like that, and since you have two, doesn't that mean there's no 'girl' buffer thing?" She gapes at him and he looks at her confused.
"What'd I say?" he asks after a 5 second silence.
"You didn't say anything, bad." she says hesitantly, trying to let it process. He didn't judge, he didn't immediately shun her. What the hell?
"What!?" he asks.
"What?" she asks shocked.
"Why'd you say 'what the hell'?" he asks looking at her like she was crazy. Oh she had said that out loud. How awkward...
"No sorry, it's just that-whenever someone finds out I have two dads they, well most of them, just stop being friends with me and start bullying me. I didn't expect that you would be different, well I should have. You've definitely proven your craziness over the last few hours."
"I'm flattered. Wait did you just question my douche-bagginess?" (A.N. Holy poop, douche-bagginess is an actual word...that was unexpected. Sorry had to point it out.)
"No, well actually yeah. You'll live, you have enough time to show me you're a sufficient arse." she says smirking at him and he smirks back. They begin to lean in close again, but she shakes her head and leans away before turning to face the door and finish unlocking it. They step inside and Sebastian looks around.
"Huh, not what I expected either. No gaudy shit with the big ass golden chandeliers and the tacky vases. Nice." he says appreciatively looking around, taking notice of the many pictures of Rachel and who he assumed were her fathers. It was tastefully decorated, he had to admit.
"Thanks, daddy and I decorated it ourselves." she says grinning, she leads him to the living room and they set their things down.
"Well shit it's like a shrine of you guys in here, more specifically you," Sebastian states, observing a huge shelf, containing several pictures of Rachel. He slowly walks along it and sees a slow progression of Rachel through the years. She was a cute kid, he mussed. Who turned into one fuckhot teenage. He looks at Rachel from his peripheral vision and can't help but let a small smile creep onto his face after seeing her, worried, paranoid, lip-bite. She walks up to him and tugs on his sleeve persistently.
"Let's not look at those pictures, not all of them are the most...attractive, flattering moments of me." she says still tugging on his sleeve to get him away from what seemed like the tween years. Damn, just when it was about to get good, too.
"How's that possible? Anything about you is bound to be attractive." he states smiling impishly. Rachel couldn't help the blood flowing to her cheeks. She made up for the obvious joy from his compliment by backhanding his (very hard) chest. Mmmm, abs, she could feel them.
"Ouch," he says deadpanned looking at her challenging.
"Shut up Smythe." she snaps teasingly before leading him into the kitchen.
"So, what now?" he asks collapsing into a chair. Rachel leans against the counter looking at him and couldn't help but admire how, perfectly he fit into her home. How he just, I guess you could say fit.
"Well I usually start my homework, which I am going to do, you can do what you want. Just don't do anything stupid or something to could put someone or this house in danger," she says looking at him, warning. He shrugs and simply grins.
"No promises," he says looking around the house interested. He gets up from the chair and begins to walk around the kitchen.
"What?" she asks when he turns to face her.
"Where's the food?" he asks bluntly.
"Dear God, you are exactly like Noah," she mutters before walking to a huge cabinet and pointing inside of it. Sebastian walks towards her, slightly hesitant. If she pulled some type of evil witch bullshit, like in fucking Hansel and Gretel, shit was not going to be good.
"I'm not going to kill you, I swear exactly like Noah," she says exasperated Recalling the first time she did this to Noah, he had the same oh-shit-she's-going-to-kill-me face on.
"I don't know that," he replies but looks inside the cabinet anyways. He was glad he did, there was food, like good food, junk food. Man food.
"Get what you want, but don't give yourself a heart attack or a stomach ache, I don't really want to help you feel better like I did Noah," she says, still thinking about when Noah very nearly jumped inside the cabinet with Matt and Mike and Artie to devour the food. After that incident, she stocked up on a daily basis because the boys were at her house so often. They had endless stomachs, the lot of them.
"Leave me alone," Sebastian mutters looking inside, trying to decide what he wanted first. He chose a bag of chips and soda, he needed to try and stay fit. Sort of, well he worked out on a daily basis. And played lacrosse. That shit was a work out.
"You're more civilized than they were," Rachel muses teasingly as she pours herself a glass of water and grabs herself a bag of vegetable chips. They sit down across from each other and eat their food in comfortable silence. Sebastian sneaks a few glances *coughSTAREScough* at Rachel and can't help notice her natural beauty. She has that kind of ninja pretty/hotness that sneaks up on you, takes you by surprises, and completely mind blows you away. He wasn't used to that and he didn't know if he liked it either.
"What?" Rachel asks quietly, when she catches him looking at her.
"You're pretty, and hot," Sebastian says bluntly before taking a long drink of his soda. Rachel gapes at him, surprised that he confessed that to her so bluntly and so quickly. Noah had told her the same thing, but after a few month, when she came to him crying, covered in slushy because the Cheerios had gang slushed her and incorporated some pretty bad name calling with it.
"Um, thanks?" she says recovering from her shock.
"Well, it's true," he says gently. What the fuck? Since when was he gentle with saying anything? What his girl does to him, he doesn't know.
"Okay, sure." she says laughing mockingly. She still doesn't believe Noah or Matt or Mike or Artie or any of her friends really, when they tell her that she's pretty. After the constant abuse she was put through, how could she?
"You questioned my honor," Sebastian says mockingly hurt, and slightly surprised that she would blow him off, blow off a compliment, so off-handed, as if it really wasn't true. Which it was, definitely was.
"I questioned nothing, I stated a fact," she says looking at him over the rim of her glass of water.
"Says who?"
"The question is, who doesn't say?"
"And there's my answer," Sebastian says, now realizing the fact that hr bullies had gotten to her, But she didn't seem like the type to let people get to her easily.
"You're weird," was Rachel's genius response.
"That was a good one Rachel, really it was," Sebastian says dead panned resisting the urge to laugh.
"Leave me alone," Rachel mutters throwing her empty bag of chips at him, which he easily caught.
"Nice throw, kind of," Sebastian says after he had caught the bag, which was thrown to the way left of him. Rachel blushed at her lack of aim.
"And again I say, leave me alone," she says, looking down.
"Who broke you so bad?" Sebastian musters, looking at Rachel intensely. She looks at him, with eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"Who broke you, to the point where you actually believe the bullshit the," he hesitates, "popular people," he continues putting air quotes when he said popular people, "tell you. You don't seem, actually, no. You aren't the type to believe that, so I want to know, who broke you?"
"And how would you know someone 'broke me'?"
"Babe, it's written all over that pretty little face of yours. So, please, tell me which fucker is asking for an ass kicking."
"Sebastian, language," she admonishes.
"Please you probably swear almost as much, if not as much, as I do. Let's not pretend you're little Miss Innocent."
"I swear far less than you, excuse yourself." Before they could continue, they heard yelling and laughter outside Rachel's doorway.
"BITCHES! WE'RE HERE!" they hear Santana yell.
"Santana! Wait, patience!" Rachel yells back before getting up and walking to the door.
"Ho, we're waiting. I don't got no patience." Santana states snarkily. Rachel giggles and opens the door letting everyone tumble in. Sebastian leans against the living room doorway, observing his friends (?) behavior. He saw that the were, well, weird. But cool, and they could act proper...if they really wanted to. He would fit in just fine. Perfectly, in fact. And the only thing to make it better? Have Rachel Berry as his own. And that's exactly what he planned on doing.
End of Chapter 8...SORRY GUYS, I know you want it to be longer, but it's been awhile since I updated and I felt like you guys deserved an update. So yeah, read, review, you know the drill. Thank you my lovelies.
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Just An Average Crazy Girl Next Door