Author's Note: Hello again! Here's another chapter for you. I'm trying to make these chapters longer so that's why its taking some time but bare with me. I'm trying to keep the update time wait as short as possible. Also, the timeline of this story seems slow because I'm writing it as a day to day type thing. If there was a time jump, I'll inform you of them. I plan to make this a long story so please be patience with me. Thank you again for reading, following, favoriting and reviewing my story. The continuous effort from you guys is greatly appreciated.
haelthy: Since you're a consistant reviewer, I think personally replying to you is just the right thing to do. :D Thank you again for reading and reviewing! And as for the crush, it's still a crush for now. Things will change in the next couple of chapters and I promise drama will ensue. And I like Shay too which means she's going to be around for a while. Plus, don't forget the 'boyfriend'. ;]
Chapter 4- Public News
The smell of coffee was filling the apartment as Rachel try to silently get ready for her day without disturbing the blonde still sleeping on her bed. Tip toeing out of the bathroom; Rachel slowly made her way over to her closet thinking that she should have picked out her outfit before jumping into the shower. Without a sound, Rachel hurried back into the bathroom to change and decided to just pull back her hair because she didn't want to chance waking up the blonde with her blow dryer. Finally happy with the way she looked, Rachel scribbled a note to the blonde, knowing she might freak out once she woke up in someone else's bed later. Also, Rachel wanted the blonde to know that she was excused from the staff meeting later this morning. Checking her phone, it read 6:45am, which gives her more than enough time to get to work. Walking into the kitchen, Rachel quickly made herself a cup of coffee. Sitting down to relax a bit before heading out, Rachel thought back to last night's situation.
[Flashback]
Finally reaching her apartment, Rachel pulled over to the curb to help Quinn out.
"Ms. Berry? Do you need help?" It was her doorman.
"Hi Richard!" Rachel looked up as the older man opened the front door to her apartment complex. "Uh, my..." Rachel wasn't sure what to call Quinn, "my-my friend," Rachel decided that was the best choice to not be questioned by her curious doorman. "Yes! My friend here had a bit too much to drink tonight and I don't know where she lives so I thought it best to take her home with me..." Rachel tried explaining while making sure Quinn doesn't fall on her face.
"You don't know where your 'friend' lives?" Richard asked her amusingly.
"We're new to this...friends thing. I- I got to get her to bed..." Rachel turned a bit red as she realized how bad this is all sounding. Here she is carrying a drunken girl whom she doesn't even know where she lives, claiming to be her friend and wanting to take her to bed. Great.
"Good luck Miss." Richard gave Rachel a wink.
"No, no luck! It's not like that! Its just...oh never mind." Rachel gave up as Richard started laughing. "Can you just call Matthew to park that white Mercedez in my spot." Rachel instructed as she dragged Quinn to the elevator.
"Sure thing Miss." Richard agreed, still chuckling at the girl's clear embarrassment, as he did what he was asked.
10 floors later and about 20 struggling steps afterwards, Rachel finally reached the front door to her apartment. She definitely didn't need to do her morning routine after this work out. Fishing for her keys while balancing Quinn proved to be a difficult task. Rachel fumbles for her keys but as she was about to insert it into the lock, Quinn twitched causing Rach to drop them.
"Shit." Rachel bended, naturally, to grab them, forgetting she was holding onto someone. Quinn fell face first against the door with a loud 'thud' but was caught before she went tumbling to the ground. "Fuck." Cruse words were all Rachel knew at the moment apparently.
After several more minutes of mere struggles, Rachel was able to lead Quinn's dead weight into her room. Rachel's apartment was beautiful and fully decorated with warming home décor but that still doesn't change the fact that she only had one bedroom. Rachel didn't think she ever needed a guest room because she hardly had any guest over. That accompanied with her constant travel plans, it wasn't necessary. Therefore she had turned her spare room into a fully equipped working office.
"Good job Rachel." She told herself as she pushed her way into her own room. Finally able to help Quinn onto the bed and tucked in, Rachel got up but was forcefully pulled back down. "Wahhhh..." Rachel yelped.
"Don't go." Rachel barely heard what Quinn said. She was so close to the blonde now that she can feel how warm Quinn was. A million thoughts ran through her mind, as the idea of sleeping in the same bed with Quinn was both exciting and terrifying. "Stay with me." Rachel heard the blonde speak again, this time Quinn's eyes were open.
Rachel found herself drowning in those beautiful hazel eyes and she needed to look away before she did something they'll both regret. Reaching out to push a blonde strand of hair away, Rachel gave the girl lying on her bed a warm smile before getting up.
"Goodnight Quinn." Rachel said before walking out to settle in the living room. It took all of Rachel's will power to not jump into bed with Quinn but Rachel knew better. Quinn was drunk and has a boyfriend and Rachel couldn't handle it if Quinn woke up hating herself the next morning. To Rachel, Quinn was still straight with a boyfriend, which means she's off limits. She really hates her damn good morals right about now.
[END FLASHBACK]
Sighing at the memories, Rachel reached for her thermos cup and poured the rest of her coffee into it. Getting up, she made her way to work not knowing what her day had in store for her. Making her way into the lobby she spotted Matthew.
"Ms. Rachel, new car? Need me to get it for you?" Rachel looked confused for a moment then remember she indeed brought a car back last night. It wasn't hers though.
"No, thank you Matthew." Rachel gave him a smile, "My friend will be down later and her name is Quinn Fabray, so can you help her with her car?" She politely asked.
"Of course." He shot her a happy smile before going back to his job.
"Good night Miss?" She then heard Richard greet her.
"She was a friend Richard." Rachel confirmed as she waited for him to wave over a cab for her.
"She's a beautiful friend who is still in your apartment." Richard added as a cab arrived and he opened the door to let her in. "Good day." He smiled and waved as she left. Rachel rolled her eyes at her doorman but smile regardless because she did have a beautiful girl sleeping in her bed.
About 30 minutes later Rachel reached her building. She paid the cabman and made her way to her office but was stop suddenly by Kurt.
"Thank GOD you're here!" Kurt was now walking beside her to her office.
"Good morning to you too Kurt. What's with the panic?" Rachel asked, as she was able to settle into her office.
"This. And this...oh yeah and this." Kurt said as he place one magazine down at a time in front of Rachel. Confused, she picked them up and the side headlines was glaring back at her. "Yeah, I had the same reaction!" Kurt commented as he witnessed Rachel's facial expressions.
The article's headline "SHAY MITCHELL BATTING FOR THE LADIES?" was accompanied with a photo of Shay laughing it up with a lady friend, which happens to be Rachel. Rachel admitted the picture looked questionable but she couldn't believe it. Every tabloid had a similar image and tagline that pretty much outs the tall model. The thing was the picture was taken when they both shared an inside joke and Shay held onto Rachel closely, trying not to die from laughing. No matter what really happened, the press is taking off with this new thing they found.
"Was Shay notified?" Rachel asked as she was already thinking of damage control.
"Yeah. Her and her manger are on their way as we speak. Quinn better be here soon." Kurt replied. Crap. Rachel completely forgot that Quinn was the agent assigned to Shay. More crap.
"She's not coming in today. She called me this morning, feeling really sick. Something she ate." Rachel covered. "I'll handle this, since I'm a part of it." Rachel confirmed.
"Quinn should have stayed at the event with you two last night. Maybe she wouldn't be sick and you two wouldn't have gotten caught." Kurt pointed out.
"Gotten caught? Kurt, Shay and I are merely friends." Rachel corrected.
"You can't fool me Rach. I can tell when you've been a little more than friendly with a girl." Kurt points out.
"We're friends." Rachel said sternly.
"Uh huh." Kurt was one of those friends that won't back down just to please Rachel and sometimes she really hated him for that. "Look Rach, I'm not asking you to give me the deets on your conquests. I just need you to be careful. As your boss, I want you to keep this job but as your good friend, I want you to protect that fragile heart of yours." Kurt said honestly and this is when Rachel is glad she has a friend like him.
"I know Kurt. And believe me, Shay and I are just friends. Always have been. There's the occasional flirtation but nothing has ever gone surpass that. I adore her. As a friend. I guess our closeness can cause some speculation here and there but I can't help it, the girl is affectionate!" Rachel explained.
"I know what you mean!" Kurt agreed before looking at his phone. "Apparently Perez Hilton think you two look 'adorbs'" Kurt showed Rachel the article. Sighing, Rachel's day was going to be a long one and it barely started.
Back at Rachel's apartment a certain blonde was waking up with a mega headache. Quinn slowly opened her eyes as it painfully tries to adjust to the small amount of light that was peeking through the curtains. Once she was able to get accustomed to the morning rays, panic started to settle in. She didn't know where she was and who's bed she ended up in. The first thing she did was check under the covers and relief washed over her as she was still in the clothes from last night. Still, where was she? Looking around the bedroom, there was nothing that would tell her whom this room belonged to. Her eyes then landed on a glass of water and some aspirins on the nightstand. She reached over to take them and noticed a note near by with 'Quinn' written elegantly on it. Opening it, Quinn was nervous about the content it contains. What if she did something stupid last night and this person is letting her know? Taking a deep breath she started reading.
Quinn,
I'm sure by now you've had several panic attacks as to where you are. This is Rachel. Britney asked me to take you home last night after you girls had too much to drink. However, you sort of passed out on me (not literally) before I was able to ask you the location of your home. So that's why you ended up in my apartment. By now you also found the glass of water and some aspirins. There's coffee in the kitchen if you want so help yourself. Feel free to stay as long as you need, no rush. Your car is parked in the complex's garage so just ask Matthew to retrieve it for you down in the lobby. Oh, and don't worry about work today. Take the day to feel better. I know how it could be. I'll email you if anything important comes up. Have a good day, Quinn.
-R. Berry
Quinn let out a breath of relief she didn't even realize she was holding. Rereading the note several times, Quinn was still wondering if the shorter girl slept in the same bed as her. Great, they were in the same bed and she can't remember it. She's never drinking again. She quickly took the two aspirins laying on the nightstand and got up to head to the kitchen. Her head was hurting a lot worst then any other time she's been hung over so she decided to make a pit stop to the bathroom before heading to the kitchen.
"Oh god, I look like death." She told herself suddenly really glad Rachel wasn't here to witness this mess. Taking a closer look at herself, she realized her forehead was a bit bruised. Touching the sensitive spot, she winch at the pain. "What the hell happened last night?" Quinn was going to have to ask Rachel later, which means, actually talking to the girl. She wasn't sure she could face the smaller girl after what happened last night. She also knew she had to thank the girl at some point too. Finally making her way into the kitchen after fixing herself up a bit, Quinn looked around for her purse. She was thankful that Rachel gave her the day off because with this headache she wasn't up for any social interactions. She saw what she was looking for sitting on the kitchen counter and search for her phone. She saw that she had a bunch of missed calls from Santana and Britney accompanied with worried text messages. However, the one that caught her attention was one from Shay's manager saying he needed to talk ASAP. Crap, what happened? Deciding that its important, Quinn dial the fella.
"Quinn!" The man on the other line answered.
"Sorry Lance I..." Quinn started but was cut off.
"Don't worry about it. Rachel is taking care of it. I'll talk to you when you feel better okay?" Lance told her and before she could answer the guy hung up.
"Rude." Quinn uttered out loud. What is Rachel taking care of? What happened? Those were the questions that were floating through Quinn's mind. She should know what's going on since Shay is her client after all. She needed answers so she called the one person that would know.
"Brit?" Quinn was hopping the girl wasn't busy. "You busy?"
"Q! I'm so glad to hear from you. I couldn't ask Rachel what happened to you and we couldn't reach you so San and I thought maybe Rach like killed you and threw you in the river or something." Britney was rather imaginative.
"Or something." Quinn couldn't help but giggle. "Brit, I need to know what's going on with Shay Mitchell. Her manager said Rachel is handling it? What is she handling?" Quinn was curious.
"Oh. Apparently there are some pictures of Shay cozying up with a girlfriend and the magazines are all outing her. I don't know how they're going to handle it since they're all still in a emergency meeting." Britney explained.
"I'm coming in." Quinn replied as she hung up without telling Brit why. Quinn knew exactly who the 'girlfriend' was in the picture and she wanted to be there to see how Rachel handled it.
"Quinn just hung up on me." Brit turned to tell Santana. "I don't why she's coming in when she got the day off." The tall blonde pondered.
"Oh shit. I know what." Santana replied suddenly as she showed Britney the pictures everyone was worried about.
NOTE: Hope you're okay with me stopping there. ;] Next chapter will be about the damage control and will the girls get a chance to talk about Quinn's drunken night? Stay tune! Much love.