Hey All,
Here's a new chapter. Read and enjoy. More to come soon. This is a filler chapter of sorts just getting back into the story. This worked out perfectly in my opinion.
Enjoy :)
Previously on Rumor Has It/ Someone Like You
"What does it say babe?"
"I didn't get in" she whispered
Rumor Has It/ Someone Like You Chapter 30
QPOV
"Is that what it really says?" Santana asked us again. Rachel handed her the rejection letter to read for herself. Things were at a pause since she saw the results.
"And you are sure you're okay" Brittany asked
"Guys I'm fine" Rachel said. We were in Santana's bedroom on the chair by her desk. Rachel shifted her weight on my lap a little and continued talking.
"I'm telling you, like I told dad and daddy. It is something that happened and now I can move on"
We fell in silence as Santana and Brittany looked at one another confused. This is pretty much the same way I felt in the past half hour; along with the feeling that in any minute she'll lose her shit. I still wondered why she wanted to come over here, rather than go somewhere to talk. Brittany got off the bed to kneel in front of us.
She put her hand on Rachel's forehead.
"Is this actually happening?" she asked keeping her hand there. Rachel laughed and took Brittany's hand into her own.
"Did you slip her something?" Santana asked me skeptically. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"
"Okay okay. I think what San means is, this isn't like you. For the years we've known you, all you've wanted to do was to go to New York to be on Broadway and now this happened and it's a huge life shift and you are saying you're fine. We don't buy it"
Rachel shot up from my lap laughing. I stood next to Brittany and Santana.
"What's so funny?" I asked genuinely concerned that Rachel actually may have been on something.
"They sound like you, that's exactly what you told me remember? This was my dream blah blah blah. It's as if you guys want me to be a sad sopping mess on the floor, in my pajamas and all that other stuff. Be happy I'm happy and be the friends/girlfriend you all claim to be and let's go out and get drunk like normal teenagers"
She opened the door to the hallway and was gone.
"It finally happened" Santana started
Brittany held her hand as they both looked at me.
"Rachel Berry is finally off her rocker"
I felt a nudge from Brittany who was nodding along to what Santana was saying.
"You might want to go get her" she said
I started towards the door before looking back at them. "Go on we'll get dress and be right down" Brittany insisted. I nodded and went after Rachel.
A couple hours later…
"Dude, you do it" Santana said rubbing her eyes. Her torn shirt hung off her body, showing her visible war wounds. My head hurt like a sonabitch but it must be done. Rachel was passed out with her head in Brittany's lap, who was resting her body again Santana.
I flexed my sprained ankle and sighed before limping to the door. "Ready?" the male voice asked. I nodded and followed him to the phone.
Punching in the numbers, I patiently waited for the phone to be answered. At this hour, I was surprised when the phone was answered after only 2 rings.
Hello?
Mom?
Quinn what is it?
Don't freak out okay?
Oh yeah tell a parent at 1am not to freak out when her daughter calls saying 'don't freak out' where the hell are you?
We're at police station off 3rd and main. Can you come bail us out?
I'll be right there
I'm dead, aren't I?
I'm glad you've realized. The line went dead and I took a deep breath before hanging up.
When I got back to our cell, I sat on the side where Rachel was passed out and rested my head against the wall.
"Our mom is going to kill us isn't she?" Santana all but whispered.
"Pretty much"
"We are never drinking again" Brittany added.
"Agreed" Santana and I said in unison.
Okay next chapter will answer most the questions you guys are still asking. More to come soon. Hope you liked the chapter as short as it was. Next one will be longer. Any mistakes are mine and I apologize.
Specks :)